Dr. Roberts

He knew he had seen it this time. It had been five years, why now?

Dr. Roberts left the office into the mall complex. He ran down the blocks of shops and offices to the public restrooms, that's always where he liked to go.

"What an easy soul, you must be a horny little cockslut. Humans are so fun." A dark deep voice hissed from inside the bathroom.

"Step away from him Atmos." Dr. Roberts cried running into the restroom, pointing the thermos at the figure. He found a tall, close-to-seven-foot figure, sticking his tattooed fingers inside of a kneeling man's mouth. The man looked up in a blank, yet hungry expression as if something inside him was missing.

"Ugh it's the killjoy, which one are you?" Atmos pulled his fingers out of the man and the man whimpered with the same hungry expression.

"Leon Roberts, now give that man back his soul."

"Give it back?" Atmos smiled, "He gave it to me for a life of freedom."

"Yes, as your cock worshipers." Dr. Roberts began fumbling with the Thermos. Why wasn't it turning on?

"Hey? I can't blame him if he has taste? And I wouldn't bother with that. You really should know I wouldn't have come within a mile of this place if I hadn't already put those things out of commission. You can't trap me again so easily." Dr. Roberts banged the thermos. "Little one," Atmos was now addressing the man on the floor, "suck his dick. Invite him to our ranks." He stroked the man's head, "Whatever it takes." The man suddenly turned and leaped towards Roberts.

"Shit" Roberts thought as the man tackled him.

"Give me your dick!" the man said using his legs to pin Roberts' legs down. Roberts has only seconds to respond before he loses his soul.