I hesitated for too long. I didn't know what to say! Jeff just just kept walking and sure enough he was out of the theater. Hell had just broken loose on the world!
He didn't even turn to me to revel in his victory. He just said these simple words, "[Name] is now my obedient slave who only seeks to enhance my truths and never stops them."
I suddenly felt my whole mind shift. All those gooey concerns were power-washed away with a sense of servitude for the pudgy demon. What had I been thinking? Jeff had every right to horrifically kill off that actor! In fact, as I was about to suggest we go back to remedy that, Jeff strutted mere inches from my face.
"How do you feel about me now, jerkwad?"
I could tell there was a heat on him I hadn't felt before. One in such a private place, I abhorred myself for not trying to move away. I stuttered as more and more of my brain fried barely comprehending this situation.
"I don't know, sir," I squeaked. "But I am your true slave, willing to do anything for you!"
I realized that my phrasing initiated part of my curse, enhancing his dominance over me. There was no doubt he had won.
"Good! How about you go ahead and kneel. Remember that you suck my dick wherever we go, whenever I'm horny, which is always."
I wanted to wretch. As I felt myself kneeling down on that hard pavement, barely registering my friends boredly watching and waiting for me to start (and finish), I couldn't help but look up at his nasty ugly face. He sneered a vile smirk at me, letting me unzip his cargo short and lifting his multi-XL sized shirt to reveal a sticky mess and a horrid smell. It had that shrimpy unwashed stench I tended to avoid on my own dick.
"Oh yeah, my dick is the largest of our group and twice as big as the average." I have to admit his belly and crotch really framed his cock perfectly as it grew, as his balls hung low midway to his knees and his uncut foreskin hung loosely over the head of his penis.
It was difficult to believe I'd only had a glance of it before my head subconsciously leaned forward. I parted my lips slowly, but this was a mistake, as his fresh precum goo stuck to the tip of my upper lip. I instinctively coughed, but I knew more was to come for his hands had reached down on my hair.
I sobbed. "Please, no more, Jeff. You stink like an ox!"
That must have made him even more excited since he pressed even harder into my scalp, forcing his semi-soft dick, likely 5 inches at this point, into the back of my mouth and down my throat. All I could smell was HIM and his nasty crotchfunk. It was hell.
Now that he'd got all the way down, he began using my throat as a fleshlight.
He must've been contemplating his next move, as he spoke to me and our friends, "We're all kinky perverted freaks here. What should we do?"