The old demon seemed mesmerized by the gold coins. He waived off the crowd with a "Come back soon for the next show, me and my prize attraction need to rest." The demon shuffled over to a low curved wall normally used by skaters as a drop into the skate park and dumped out the contents of his coin sac on top of it. Viper watched with tears in his eyes as the old monster tossed his cock to the side like it was garbage to be cleared, so he could count his coins easier. The demon seemed almost giddy as he counted hoard, taking pleasure in adding up every piece he'd received. Viper was trying to formulate another argument to get back his manhood when he noticed that after being tossed aside, it had rolled down the quarter pipe a little ways away from the demon.
Screw begging, Viper was going to take what was his back. Viper moved so that he was behind the old demon, out of his peripheral vision and began to silently move towards his dick. The demons smell and guttural squeals become more apparent with every step Viper moved closer. Viper was only feet away from both his dick and the demon when the old beast had a feeling that something was amiss and began to look around. Viper was too close to turn back when, with greater speed than viper thought him able, the old demon turned around. The demon was slow to figure out what was happening, his first thought was to protect his precious gold so he lunged to cover it, giving Viper the chance to rush forward and grab his. Viper turned as fast as he could and sprinted out of there. He could hear the old beast howling for help and heaping scorn on Viper. "THIEF, THIEF!" he yelled, "STOP THAT THIEF." Viper looked around but didn't see anyone coming to the monster's aid. The perks of stealing in a society of demons, not a lot of neighborly help. Viper was running faster than he'd ever run before, he had cleared the skate park and was running through the intersection when he heard the faintest sound of a flute being played.
Viper's cock immediately went from limp and lifeless to alive and wriggling. It was trying to escape him. Viper struggled to keep a firm grip on it without hurting himself in the process. Viper kept running holding his cock at the base as hard as he could bare. He must have ran two miles before he was forced to stop. His body burned everywhere, he couldn't go on. He ducked into an abandon building. At one time it may have been a shop of some sort but it was clear from the dusty and derelict nature that it had been empty for a long time. Viper made his way upstairs and found what he guessed had been an office at one time and shut him and his struggling cock in the windowless room.
Viper's appendage explored the room looking for weak points. It jumped up on the old desk looked at Viper and sprayed him with piss for a good 30 seconds. While Viper was cleaning his face off it had jumped down and was now trying to get out through a vent. However the grate was too secure. Viper had sat himself in front of the door blocking any potential escape that way. Viper's cock had noticed Viper's positioning and was slowly moving forwards towards him.