Does he really have a choice?

He thought, how could he communicate that he “agrees to terms”? Not like he could shake on it, that would be…awkward. And speaking out loud seemed like he was acting crazy. He settled with a nod and mentally saying “I will cooperate”. After all, when he realized it was speaking to him, it was basically reading his thoughts.

“Good, I knew you would listen. You’re a smart man. It’s not like I have your balls in a vice or anything.”

Duncan just winced, not appreciating the joke. He had a lot of questions to ask, but decided to let this…ring take the reigns.

“As you can tell, I’m not an ordinary ring. You have already felt how I can make things much worse for you. But, that’s not all I can do...”

A quivering pleasure shot up from the base to the tip of his rod and made Duncan cry out, setting him right on the edge of climax. How in the…

“...I could make things very nice for you. I prefer the carrot, because it makes what I am going to ask you to do much more of a motivation for you than simply squeezing you to do as I say. However, none of that explains what I am asking of you.”

Duncan took a moment to come down from the high high he just felt from below, not even questioning at this point the power of this ring.

“It boils down to this: I need you. I’m not the only one of my kind. To explain what we are, frankly, is not necessary. Whatever you need to think of us as makes no difference to me. Aliens, monsters, demons, or even scientifically created beings. I don’t care, the rest of my kind don’t care, and we have no intention of defining ourselves that way. But, one thing you must understand is our instincts, our programming, and our power. We are connected in some way. Similar to the link yoy and I have. There are two roles in our…society. You should think of me as a Master-Maker. Along with the package I came in, there are similar...items, as you may think of them, that are more like ****-Makers. Some could be clothing, others more like objects, such as myself.”

He knew better than to interrupt, so he took a deep breath and let it continue.

“This is what is important for you to understand. I control these ****-Makers, so by extension, you control them. As they attach to their hosts, you control their host. Now, what I need from you is to find hosts and bring them ****-Makers. Sound easy enough?”

Whoa, that was quite the escalation. ****-Makers, Master-Makers? He was supposed to give the former to hosts? Other humans, obviously. What would that do, would they be put in the same situation as he is? What do they do? His questions only grew, but he had a feeling that this being’s explanation was at its limit, it was waiting for him before it would tell him anything further.

It took him that long to realize what this Master-Maker just offered. His head started swimming with the possibilities. This was…power, serious power. And he didn’t doubt it, not what from her felt and experienced so far. He knew that, if another human had one of these ****-Makers on, it would obey him…did he have the right to take that kind of power? To make it his own? Just by it being available, did that make it right or wrong? There was a lot to consider with this power, where and how he could apply it, and what it meant for his future. And the future of humanity. But, there was one thing that was certain.

He wanted to see it. To be at its epicenter. To be the one who changed the world, or kept it the same. ‘Sounds simple enough’.

“Good. Just a reminder, don’t think of trying to remove me. Also, another rule, don’t tell others about me or piss me off in some way. Let’s just try to work together, not against each other. Otherwise...just remember the power I have. Im sure you realize the only way to get rid of me is to castrate yourself. But if you work with me, together, as you are starting to realize, we could make some really incredible things happen. So, do we have an agreement?”