…duh

Duncan was sure this thing knew what he was thinking. They were linked in some way, as it said. So it should know where he was leaning. But, maybe out of respect for Duncan or some other ritual he didn’t know about, he felt this was the last chance he was being given to walk away. Albeit, castrated…yeah, this was no contest. “As long as you don’t take over my mind or whatever, we have a deal. Now, what do I have to do?”

He imagined, if cock rings could smile, he would have a happy looking penis. “Let’s start off with a simple task so that you will get a better understanding of what you will be doing for me. We need a host. Preferably from the same species as you. In fact, let’s stick with humans in general. We aren’t picky, so this should be whoever you want to enslave. It could be someone you want, someone that would be easy, or some random person. Whatever you decide, choose now and let’s get what we need...oh, and a word of advice, choose the first person that comes to mind. Don’t dwell on the morality of choosing them, or whether it’s right or wrong. Trust me on this. It may seem like a betrayal, but things will only get worse otherwise.”

Duncan thought. There were many people he knew, and he had neighbors that were friendly enough. But the first person that came to mind? He was drawing a blank. Who did he really know that would be good for a host? Someone he could trust if things went wrong, someone who he knew well, who he got along with in case this was permanent. Someone who would be honest…oh no…

He knew the exact person he had **** but to choose.