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Tried to work a little more on what I think I'm good at; mainly, mind control and leaving out exact details of the fucky bits so your head can fill them in. Always appreciate feedback from enjoyers and other writers!

As the shrill reverb of a cheap alarm clock announced itself with a cringing echo off of affordable walls, Franklin's first thought while conscious was a wish to be anywhere else. A lithe arm reached out from under the comforter to silence his persistent nuisance, but there was no shaking the reality it was time to get moving anyway. With an all too familiar dissatisfied stretch, the young man fumbled around for his glasses and began his morning routine. At least it was a simple list of commands; scrub off, manage a few calories, check the weather and the schedule. Water cooler talk from his anthro co-workers described a lot of blow drying and grooming before they could walk out of the door looking business casual, so at least there was an opportunity for a little more sleep in the day, even if listlessness didn't always let him enjoy it.

The usual chilly walk to the train station passed with no need for thought, the everyday plodding its paces without incident. A wave to the cat at the news stand to feel a little more humanity, a silent fight for some of the radiant heat provided at the platform, and the fleeting satisfaction of being able to sit down comfortably for a change. As he pulled his phone out to redirect his focus, a calendar change notification buzzed in, causing breakfast to adjust itself a bit in his stomach. “Why would our GM just invite me to a meeting alone? Am I blind copied?" As he noticed the details simply included the word “Restructuring" a frown manifested itself into a full-on defeated groan. Franklin had no other means to cope other than to close his eyes and allow him a brief moment of uneasy contemplation before having to depart the train and walk himself into his new opportunity for anxiety.

He hadn't even gotten the chance to sit down with a Styrofoam excuse of the rocket fuel the commissary called coffee before being herded into a corner office by a barely informed secretary and told to wait for some new suit of a project manager, clearly newly furnished and somewhat inhabited inside but without so much as a nameplate yet being affixed. With some luck the silence was short lived, and quickly darting in was a goat morphic man Franklin didn't recognize but was at least put some what at ease he was being met with a smile. Plopping down into the office chair noticeably newer than the one at his desk, formal introductions got cheerily underway. “Franklin! Nice to meet you. I'm Stan, I've been brought in as our new Overview and Workflow Officer" He was speaking directly, but with a bit of familiarity Franklin didn't know how to interpret yet. “I've been looking over our unit plans, and I think I have something for you that's going to work out better towards our strategic goals. I'm sorry it's a bit sudden, but I need quick learners on our new quality optimization team, and looking over your performance reviews I've decided you'd be a great fit. I'll be your first-level supervisor going forward."

The assault of jargon and new realities caught Franklin directly on the jaw, disorienting him from really comprehending the rest of the conversation. As Stan, his apparently very direct new manager listed off a new list of expectations, it was hard to refrain from actively fidgeting, let alone focus on this impromptu lecture. All that could be managed was some nods and smiles, until he stood up to flee back to his desk. Reaching out for a handshake, he knew eye contact was going to be better than the shoegazing his defenses were screaming for him to do and kept his chin up. There probably already wasn't much preparing him for the results of locking eyes in his current mental scramble, but his next thoughts were unlike any he had been conditioned to expect. As if emerging from the veritable cave, Franklin was bewilderingly hit by a wave of perception that didn't entirely seem natural to his own head.

“Tall. Taller than I am… younger? Seems to be younger. Shoulders are very square to his shirt… confident. Capable. I can… I can do this?" Franklin's subconscious mind began pulling together pheromones and neurons in unexpected ways, overwriting his worries with immediate demand. Even after a few under the breath goodbyes and walking back to his cubicle, the fire of the encounter resonated with him. Tasks where a lack of assuredness or simple burnout would have prevented him from learning were defeated with ease; he'd been pushed around between different duties at this job a lot, and it was starting to wear on his ego, but this seemed almost like redemption. Motivations and deep pride he hadn't felt since early religious experiences caught fire in his soul, and the workday concluded with a slight mood of satisfaction.

Not wanting to interrupt his new horned supervisor taking a closed-door phone call, Franklin hummed a jaunty tune to himself as he gathered his gloves and coat. A pleasant walk to the station was invigorating, the wind having dulled some of its cut. The calico that ran the news stand picked up on the cheery vibes and was more spritely than usual in response ringing up the traditional walk home snack. Newfound productivity carried on through the day, as the small messes and chores that build up with restless feelings were cleaned and cleared away, restoring a little more comfort to his surroundings. By the time Franklin felt another tinge of fatigue, it was starting to make sense to turn in anyway.

Switching into the ratty tank and basketball shorts he used to retain a little more body heat over the long winter, Franklin's thoughts turned back to Stan as he got under the covers, still swimming emotions turning more toward the carnal. “He looks kind of toned… I wonder what he looks like under that shirt." Feeling an almost teenage rush of endorphins, a slender arm reached under the elastic band of his shorts and began massaging his stiffening cock. His nerves shot feedback to his brain instantly, reacting with a shudder to his own touch. His fantasy progressed swiftly, with his imagination putting him in the goat's embrace. The previous encounter's feeling of reassurance flowed through him as he stroked himself, hardening and aching in his own grasp. Back arching, head racing he walked through every sexual arrangement he could think of in his own head with his new boss. Bent over the discount executive desk, envisioning being filled and pistoned with firm hands grabbing his hips. Riding him in his chair, holding on to his stout horns to keep from falling off. Worshipping him like an altar, lapping at his cock like he needed it to breathe. A sudden powerful orgasm hit the man, barely managing to toss off the sheets inside before covering himself in his own essence. Panting and disoriented, a total dreamless sleep took him for the night without a bang or a whimper.

The first thing Franklin noticed the next morning was a low sunbeam breaking otherwise grey skies to rouse him awake by shining on his face. The second thing he noticed was he was still a bit of a sticky mess from his surprisingly voluminous climax the night before, that didn't feel all so secure in its appropriateness now. Most pressingly, the third thing he noticed was that it wasn't his alarm that woke him up, and he was already an hour and a half past when it would normally ring. In a panic he scurried into the shower, washed up enough to be presentable, and foraged for unwrinkled clothes, not paying much more attention to the fit than making sure things weren't inside-out. After a track meet to a standing room only train, he got to feel the gravity of his fuck-up in the comfort of being pressed into the corner by someone who didn't do a thorough job of getting clean before stepping out, while trying to hold onto his phone without getting knocked over. Newly added to his calendar by Stan was an event entitled “Performance Review" that he'd be fairly lucky to make it to thirty minutes in. Lowering his head, he found himself wishing maybe the train ride was a little longer.

Sprinting directly into his manager's newly nameplated corner office, he began his blustery apology before the fog had a chance to dissipate from his glasses into the dry heated air of the room. With a hand raised in forgiveness and a knowing smile, Stan confidently comforted the rattled young man. Standing up, Stan closed the door behind them, and offered to take the skinny man's overcoat. As Franklin hurriedly handed it over, the two found themselves locking eyes once again. The combustible confidence that had inspired Franklin's before bed release instantly reignited, the brief moment in real time stretching on for an eternity. His eyes saw the goat's smirk widen, and recognized his nostrils flare, bringing him back into the stressful moment. Hurriedly he sat down, again apologizing for his waste of time and expressing an eagerness to not consume any more of it.

The meeting passed in a blur, with opinions being asked on current processes, input on management structures, and other inane white collar frivolities being the reason for getting together. Franklin found himself carrying himself well, something he didn't often do in intimate settings. Facts and figures were on the tip of his tongue, minutia that may have otherwise evaded him was ready for recall. His boss seemed increasingly pleased with his answers, and he felt his muscles relax from their earlier tension. He almost didn't notice Stan was wrapping up his side of the meeting having abandoned his inner monologue for another few seconds of his golden stare until Stan was getting up to retrieve his coat. As he handed it back, the anthro took another half step forward to put his hand on his employee's shoulder, leaning in closer. “I think you'll be able to hit your real potential under me" the goat confidently chanted within Franklin's personal space. The shorter man's nose tingled in a brief, involuntary inhale. The faint smell of smoke filled his nasal cavity, as his mind sparked and exploded with an all-consuming wave, leaving him lost in lights only to hear his next command. “I'm going home at lunch today to get a few things ready… I hope to see you soon." It took him twenty seconds to register he was standing in an empty office, door open for him to leave, with his supervisor already geared up for the winter and stepping into the stairwell to depart. He didn't realize his glasses had fogged back up.

Franklin couldn't pinpoint the exact moment he had made the decision to follow the goat home. Stepping onto a different train than the one he usually took didn't register. Stepping off onto a different platform and taking care not to be spotted didn't occur to him either. It wasn't until he was six blocks away from the station, picking up his pace to follow Stan down an alley that he really comprehended what he was doing. Slowing back to a walk he pondered how this even occurred to him as anything acceptable at any point in time. Before the fog could fully clear, as he rounded the corner, he stumbled chest to chest into a waiting goat, peering at him again with a grin and a smile.

Shock overcame the human as reflexes tried to stammer out a response. A pitiful “I… I…" was silenced by a finger meeting him at the bottom of his chin, beckoning him to come hither, weightlessly bringing the man closer to being met by a kiss. Surrendering himself to the goat's embrace, he wanted an eternity in his arms as the sudden unexpected passion was pressed onto him. As their lock broke in impassioned exhales, Franklin was overcome by the sensation of smoke once again. Enchanted and removed from the burden of comprehending the situation, he happily followed his… lover? No… he followed the feeling of serenity hand in hand down the alley, being led up the steps of a luxury condo, past the walnut and marble of the foyer, and being gently shoved to a seat on a luxurious California king.

Blood rushed through the man's body as he tried his best to study this… being's actions. A tailored Italian shirt was thrown to the floor like so much litter, revealing a sculpted lean physique, a Greek statue being revealed. Franklin's dick felt like it was going to burn a mark into his leg watching this display, as leather wingtips and wool slacks took their turns being cast aside, pawing at his own cock through his pants, watching on in awe, wonderment, and carnal lust. Had he had full command of his senses Franklin would have realized this was an unusual situation for him. He was no prude, but often just found himself not looking. He didn't consider himself ugly or attractive really, just trying to live day to day under everyday rigors. As the goat gestured to drop his crimson silk boxers, the human leaned forward, wanting to get as much of the reveal as possible, compelled to bear witness to what had taken control of his mind. Dropping to his knees, inches away, he was about to receive his reward for being such a disenchanted, easily pliant boy.

Stan revealed the second of his otherworldly features with a flourish, as he presented his thick and meaty foot long demonic cock to his overwhelmed prey. It wasn't like any he had seen before, mostly human in nature but with a crowned head like a dragon, and bone keeping it stiff like the twisted animal he was. Hungry eyes took in the size and scope of his testicles, inches wide but taught and firm like a bull. The sight of those alone blasted radio static through the human's mind, as his jaw lowered in awe. He glanced over to see a white furred wrist aside his head, as his hair was stroked and encouraged, and deep within him being pet so nonchalantly offered its own sort of clarity. Determined to explore it he started by offering gentle nuzzles to the head and shaft, radiant musk encouraging him further. At first it was a few exploratory licks, until the sweet taste of his manhood took its own control over the human's mind, inspiring him to open wide and work more of the devilish length into his throat. Desperately Franklin searched every fold and vein with his tongue trying to get both more fuel for his senses, but to satisfy the voice in his head telling him that he was there to please. Knowing his new toy was feeling his unique charms, what was once a gentle petting turned into twin palms on the back of his conquests head, as he worked inch after inch of his girth down the willing gullet.

With a satisfied groan, Stan gave the back of the man's head one more firm pull and met him with his own crotch, fully engorging and slightly stretching Franklin's throat beyond what should have been humanly possible. Dark magic had begun to change the new plaything into a form more suitable to suit their master; something more durable, more willing, fully able to appreciate the blessing it was about to receive.

Normally, an Incubi like “Stan" would be much more subtle on their forays into the mortal realms, staying out of direct contact with society at large, but he had always considered himself more of an individual. Something about the mundanity of this world he kept returning to appealed to him; beings caught in webs of trivial responsibilities, no connection to the forces around them, magic and legend seemingly lost to the populace apart from trivial distractions. His charge was to capture the souls of the wicked and return them to his plane to be used for whatever infernal machinations required living energies and his targets were normally much more deserving. Centuries of pulling in shameless adulterers, abusers and the other perpetrators of crimes of passion had worn on the old soul. So when this cute little geek walked into his new office in his easily persuaded cover identity, he decided on the spot to offer him something to break him out of his mortal cycle of suffering.

Hands still firmly clasped behind his head, Franklin began instinctively trying to swallow to clear his throat; somehow not choking or burning for air, but still fighting what was left of his natural reflexes. The constricting muscles began to milk the demon's shaft as he moaned further in approval, his natural hallucinatory incense still filling the room. With a waive of a finger, the goat being further introduced his telekinesis, keeping his cock buried in the throat of his plaything while rising to lean back on the bed, wrapping his legs around the babbling man's back. Slowly at first, and quickly with pace, he pistoned into the man's throat, gurgling a steady stream of precum into his gullet. It burned like fire all the way down for Franklin, but his thirst for more couldn't be quenched.

“Good slut" echoed the voice in Franklin's head, glassy eyes looking back to see Stan's lips unmoving, realizing those words weren't being spoken. Hard cock continued to use him, quickening in both force and velocity. Franklin was being banged around at this point, but didn't feel pain, or discomfort; if anything the scramble to kick off his own pants was proving a little difficult due to his current responsibilities. Sensing his frustration, a warmth was summoned from the human's skin out, simple cloth coverings disintegrated into dust, no longer having use or purpose. Franklin's dick was leaking like a faucet without even touching it, his biology taking on the lusty influence more with every passing second.

Without any warning, powerful legs held the skinny human tight with the demon's crotch as his cock erupted a steaming hot rope of cursed, pheromone laden seed down his fuckhole's throat. Swelling, churning orbs pumped with force, finally being drained in relief from the incubus' own anticipation of having such a fun afternoon. “Drink" came the next telepathic command, as if the load being deposited into his stomach had anywhere else to go. Nevertheless, Franklin happily obeyed the command, his own nerves screaming the more of it that entered him. Suddenly his own orgasm hit, never once having the wherewithal to stimulate himself, cumming his paltry in comparison spray from sheer lust alone. Speaking again from his vocal chords, Stan let out a genuine laugh of amusement.

“My boy, you are making this too easy for me" he bellowed, saccharine dripping off every syllable of his satisfied words, feeding the last few drops to his eager courtesan. “Until I speak permission, you are not to cum again." Terrified he had disappointed his new lord, Franklin's head popped off of the scarlet member and began stammering again, dribbles running down the corner of his cheeks. “I… I.. I'm sorry I…" Dismayed at being able to overcome the boy's discomfort, the incubus took charge, grabbing Franklin by his shoulders and throwing him into the sheets, pinning him down with weight on every appendage, hovering inches away from the boy's face again. As Franklin hyperventilated slightly, his lungs were filled with more of the demon's dark magic vapors. This time, Stan didn't pull away, letting his slut's fragile mind fully lose itself to anything that got in the way of obedience. What was or wasn't real was the least of Franklin's concerns anymore, only what master wanted.

“You aren't an evil soul, so I think you deserve a reward for doing such a good job sucking your master dry. Feel." The demon's last word echoed like a gunshot, and every nerve ending on Franklin's body felt like it had a current running through it. “Stay" came the demon's next command, and his quivering stopped; he didn't' have control of his muscles anymore, tied flat to the bed by paralysis better than any leather strap could hope to bind. The incubus worked his way back into a kiss, then down the boy's neck, nipping and biting at his flesh. The urge for Franklin to cum from this kind of stimulation alone was intense, but his feelings hit a barrier, unable to overcome the command to wait for his master to tell him when he could have the privilege of release. Neurons screamed out in agony at their sequestering, and Franklin clenched his eyes, but couldn't even squirm. Instructions sent out from his brain went nowhere; no elbow flexed, no back arched. He realized his only salvation was mercy. And that's when he felt the wetness of warm saliva running down onto him from a forked tongue.

Strong, furred padded hands began to polish the human's shaft with a hundred lifetimes worth of wicked experience. Franklin screamed out at the touch at any volume he could muster, unable to form any specific words over his magically enhanced senses feeding him the feeling of constant climax. For what seemed like hours the demon in disguise amused himself, feeling the psychic energy of every tug and jostle, until he remembered something he had wanted to try. While he wasn't going to denigrate himself by performing oral on a mere mortal he may never tryst with again, he did pick up something the beings of this dimension had invented that amused him greatly, not being something any other culture he was familiar with had gotten around to.

Gasping for air, Franklin was first tipped off something about his predicament had changed upon hearing the audible *click!* of a mechanical switch. Unable to lean forward to feel what was going on, he had to piece it together from the sounds in the room. It sounded like a pair of hair clippers, but…

A bolt of lightning shot through the human's being as the wand massager the demon had retrieved first touched the head of his dick. The vibrations were strong enough to get a rise out anyone's genitalia in normal conditions, but under the influence of being drugged and charmed Franklin was in a struggle to stay conscious through the immense pleasure. Strong hands rubbed up and down his maleness alongside the toying, squeezing and teasing as they went. With a slow blink of the demon's eyes, Franklin bolted up with his upper body writhing, his legs still static to the mattress, but being allowed to make some entertaining motions. While he grasped for air, grasped at the sheets, grasped to even understand the feeling this little novelty was providing, a few more low guttural chuckles from a very amused anthro-like filled the room. Eventually after the amusement began to fade, the demon took his prey's cock into his grip, pushed it to the boy's stomach, buried the head of the massager under his glans, and commanded the boy to cum.

Unnatural volumes erupted forth from Franklin's abused cock, coating himself, the sheets, and the headboard in ropes and ropes of his own seed. The demon didn't let go of his grip or his tool, prolonging the orgasm into a mind breaking swirl. The human passed out but received no mercy, springing back awake to continue draining his balls. “Stop." loudspeakered through his being again as Stan capped off his climax in an instant. Franklin was aware of the concept of a ruined orgasm, but having one put on freeze frame was another thing entirely. Recoiling into himself, he screamed and pleaded to finish his orgasm, begging his master to cum. He didn't even realize that his ass was being lifted into the air until a pointed tip met him at his pucker.

Slowly, but in a firm motion, the demon began to insert himself inside his fuckhole's quickly loosening ass. Both by magic and musk, Franklin's body continued to adapt unwillingly to whatever his master desired. Copious spurts of pre dribbled from the hot demon dick to properly lube the new bitch's passage. The stiffness was incredible, if Franklin's flesh had not been so directed to adapt, it wouldn't have been able to withstand the force regardless. Luckily as he wasn't being punished in the ways a demon normally would go about doing so, he was instead being rewarded with a storm of unbelievable endorphins. Tossing the boy's legs over his shoulders, the demon set to work putting a signature on his conquest, driving his rod into Franklin's now greedy ass, hammering his button with supernatural skill. The elated, skewered, utterly driven insane boy could only try to hold on. He grew addicted to the control being forced upon him. He felt powerful, and special to be blessed by such a being. And he didn't want it to end.

Hours passed as the goat demon drank his fill of the puny mortal's emotions and sensations. Thirty minutes nailing him into the bed from behind, making him feel the friction of a magically restricted dick bounce off the top of the mattress. Bouncing him in his lap and offering his now expanded horns as handlebars, feeling very pleased with himself for implanting that idea so early. Filling his cumtunnel with his load, spraying down his body, and reinserting himself to continue his eldritch rutting. Wanting to stretch his wings, he jammed back into his novelty, lifting him like a fulcrum, then lowering him face down onto the living room floor bent into a heap to give him the proper angle to hammer straight down. “Stan" felt his horns grow and enlarge as he brought his true form into this world at last, thick leathery wings emerging from scarlet flames, stretching in relief from their restriction, a long spaded tail sashaying from side to side before reaching back between his own legs to coil around the nearly bursting with need cock of his lover. Wait, his lover?

The demon's cock grew within his human onahole, stretching a few inches longer and thickening up as the incubi considered his feelings. Why did he seduce this boy who had done nothing wrong, anyway? Maybe it was the innocence in his mind, feeling for the way he was caught up. There was little doubt in the demon's mind that there was no going back to everyday life for the mortal after a fucking like this, they'd be left broken, forever trying to slut and whore to get a glimpse of ever feeling like this again. Caught in a moment of remorse in his pleasure, the demon had a somewhat fair idea.

Franklin's mind had fully abandoned the notion of sanity and was just trying to press back in rhythm, hopelessly lost in the sensation. He didn't want to live without this dick anymore, and other reasons he had to be were rendered invalid. As he was tugged at by the tail appendage, he noticed it wrapping tight around the base of his dick. Stan's strokes became harder and more focused now, no longer drawing back but short and brutal as he approached some sliver of his own satisfaction. “Free" came the last command as Franklin had the ability to cum again, if it wasn't for the veritable rope tying itself around his base and nuts. With a hammering final thrust, the demon buried himself fully inside, erupting the last countless deposit of hot spunk directly into Franklin's ruined, tainted body, while releasing his teasing tail tie. Franklin's spasms of pleasure milked the demon's rod in waves, as flames trickled off his grunts of incredible release. Unable to deal any further with the fucking his form had received, Franklin collapsed in a heap, the dirty sound of demon dick leaving his ass being the last thing he heard before returning from a dreamless slumber like he had awoken from that morning.

Guilt is an unfamiliar emotion to a demon. Looking over at the glazed mess currently snoring on his living room hardwood, he knew that he had perhaps made a mistake. Thinking back, he remembered an old incantation before he had fallen himself and went to the cupboard to fetch a few simple reagents. A brief incantation and a bright light later, and Franklin awoke to the strong smell of mint and salt, feeling mentally exhausted but physically the same as when he woke up that morning. Piecing together the memory of what happened, he turned to see the mess he was covered in, and much more importantly, remembered the demon standing over him.

“Morta… Franklin. I have carried out my charge through many realms, and many ages. I find myself drawn to you. If you wish, I can remove all I have given you, and return you to your life as you know it, free of my influence. But I invite you to return with me to eternity instead."

Dripping and quaking, Franklin turned, and looked the demon in his eyes.

“I… I…"