"I do use it. Just not on you." I say, feeling a little bolder now. What did I have to lose? This little demon seemed like a jerk that actually enjoyed a little push back.
"Oh do ya? Here. Take it." He shoves your plastic dick in to my hands and I take it hastily. Its hard and smooth, not even rubber, just shiny plastic. It is definitely mien though. Every little vein and wrinkle is exact. I hold your breath and push the flat base to my smooth crotch and wait.
Nothing happens.
"Bahhahahaha you thought you could just do that huh? You don't got the mojo Joe Joe." Runt slaps his leg laughing at me. I feel like an idiot now just standing there with a plastic dick in my hands, and nothing but smooth skin where my manhood used to be. "Hey look mate. I can help ya out with that. How about we make a little deal you and me?"
"Huh yea. And the wages are my soul. No thanks." I replied immediately. I'm not going to fall for this one, I've seen TV shows and read books just like this. It always ends badly. Then again I do need to do something about my current state of sexless-ness.
"Nah I don't want your soul. Those are dumb anyway, have you ever seen one? They sit in a jar and moan 24/7. What good is that? I guess if you have enough you could light up a room with em. Save on electricity!" He is overcome again with laughter at his own joke and then calms down a bit. "Boy, I've got the best deal you'll hear this century. You may wanna sit down for this."
He waves a hand and suddenly a chair scoots in from the kitchen just an invisible weight pushed me backward and down. It feels like a giant hand just pushed me in to the chair. I sit down hard, eyes wide, and look at his wide grin.
"Here's the deal..."