Control (Part 4)

After I had cleaned myself up in the sink, I made my way up to bed. Jenny was fast asleep. I wondered what she would make of my new cock. I hope she liked it.

I lay there, imagining all the things I could do, and will do, now I have these super dick powers at my command. No more premature ejaculation, no more disappointment, just lots and lots of good stuff!

And just to be sure, because stranger things have happened in the night, the Stone of Bal-Shaggaroth went under my pillow. You just don't leave anything like this to chance, that stone would never leave my possession, ever. If the kids came into the bed at night, I didn't want them near it.

Anyway, I slept well. I got up, grabbed the stone, had breakfast and coffee, showered, shaved (while keeping my eye on the stone) and got dressed. Today was a sacking day, so I wore my pinstripe 'don't give a fuck' suit. Because when I wear it, I don't give a fuck about other people's problems. People feed off the badass attitude it gives off. It had pockets big enough for the stone. In it went.

I had a bulge now, in my trousers. A noticeable bulge. I wonder if Jenny notices. She was upstairs getting the kids ready for school while I caught up with a few daily news stories on the iPad. A murder, someone's cat story and more boring stuff about how my tax is spent and that. Upstairs, I could hear Jenny keeping things under control.

Jenny was so good at keeping the house in order while I got on with other things. I can reward her well now. Oh yes.

I looked at the time on my watch. Got to get to the office. Managed to say goodbye to everyone before I got off, amidst the havoc of half-dressed boys. It was time to get down and get out to work.

Jumped in the Merc and hit the road.


I should tell you about the line of work I'm in. I work for a company called PharmaX. We develop, manufacture and sell medical products, drugs and equipment. I was drafted in, headhunted from a successful company selling double glazing windows, I didn't know a thing about medicine at the time, but I knew how to get other people selling stuff, how to hit the right notes with the customer and get those pound signs flying in.

And when the guys don't sell enough, or do something wrong, I'm the guy who tells them their number is up and they have to pack up their things and get out.

The sacking was at 9.30am, in a small private office. I'd have an assistant with me, to take notes and that, but she was caught up in traffic.

It was a girl I was sacking. Never met her, she was one of our telesales team based in another office. Went a bit too far with her sales techniques and we had a massive complaint as a result. She got a bit too flirty with one of our clients. The sale wasn't going too well, and she decided, in desperation, to promise to meet him and see what would happen. Of course, he took offence at that and kicked off, big style.

Before the meeting, I had a quick chat with my boss, Peter Marklew, the Director of Sales and Marketing, about this one.

Peter was a serious chap, never cracked any jokes, and a stickler for following the rules to the letter. Never raised his temper, always stayed calm. His nickname behind his back was 'the android'. He was a wiry, old chap with spectacles at the end of his nose.

We met briefly in his office.

"How do you feel about this one?" he asked me.
"She seems a bit of a promiscuous one, from these notes. She usually gets a bit flirty with the clients, which is OK, but she went too far this time."
"Well, here's how I view this sort of thing, Chris. Flirting, yes, it can come across well, I look down on it, because there are better ways of building a rapport with the customer. I am advised to tolerate it, but this is a case in hand, and it strikes a fair point. Chris, in my time, I've dealt with a lot of very ambitious people, eager to make a lot of money and get to the top. But, there's one thing they lacked, Chris. Integrity. Have a sit with her, talk to her about this. I know sometimes you have a change of heart meeting these people face to face, but this one crossed the line of no return, so do the right thing and dismiss her. And after that, we can deal with this whole flirting issue as a general thing within the company. We can start a company-wide clean up to build our image back. Are you alright with this?"
"I'm fine with that."

Integrity was one of this man's favourite words. And I can't blame him. This guy had no skeletons in his closet, nothing seedy about his past that anyone could use to bring him down. He was getting on a bit, he was 62, but his mind was still as sharp as anything. He could lecture me on anything to do with sales, how to get it right, and how to avoid getting it wrong. Definitely my mentor, and I looked up to him a lot.

Anyway, off I went to the meeting with this employee. I didn't even know what she looked like. A quick piss, a quick freshen up in the mirror. Ready to knock 'em dead.

I sat down in the meeting room a few minutes before half past, just to have a quick read through of the notes. There was an iPod on the table, docked into a mini stereo, with a recording of the offending call.

The meeting room was small, a bit cold and bit out of the way from the rest of the office. Basically, this was called the 'sacking room' as there were some heated arguments and outbursts from time to time they didn't want the rest of the building to hear. All the dismissals, disciplinaries and difficult meetings went on here, a lot of bad energy.

There was a knock on the door.

"Come in." I announced.

In she came. Oh my god.

She looked almost exactly like a younger version of Jenny.

She's dressed for the meeting too. A black 'fuck me' dress that left little to the imagination.

I knew where this meeting was going. What twisted fate was landed in this lap, you may wonder.

Control (Part 3)

I had felt it briefly in the car, but merely holding the stone gave me a sense of power, like I could achieve almost anything. It gave me confidence and energy.

I picked up the scroll, untied the ribbon, and opened it up. The handwriting on it looked as it if were written in an ancient style. It read:

For whomsoever wisheth the power of the Stone of Bal-Shaggaroth to be bindeth to their very soul will chanteth this incantation whilst holding the Stone in their left hand.
Thou shalt be warned, thou whom hast been given this stone as you shalt sacrifice thy soul in payment to receiveth the powers of the Stone and thou shalt be bindeth to the Stone until death.
The incantation must be chanted as follows in the ancient tongue of the lost tribe of Kazrak who first receiveth the Stone.

'O hambri Bal-Shaggaroth,
Ekh mhadrabi me duai,
Du trarhtri Bal-Shaggaroth,
Se tran tuan ye brai.'

'O powerful Bal-Shaggaroth,
My soul is forfeit,
Be one with me Bal-Shaggaroth,
Until the day I die.'

Thou shalt feel the Stone to be bindeth to you and henceforth thou shalt be one.

I did the best I could to mouth the words of this ancient tongue whilst holding the stone in my left hand. I gripped it tight.

"O hambri Bal-Shaggaroth,  Ekh maddab. Bollocks. Right. Try again."
"O hambri Bal-Shaggaroth,  Ekh mhadrabi me duai,  Du trarhtri Bal-Shaggaroth, Se tran tuan ye brai."

As soon as I had chanted the last word, a searing pain, like lightning, coursed up from my left hand up my arm and through my body, followed by a surge of energy. I felt more alive than ever. Wow.

Down below, I felt a squirming and pulled down my underpants. My cock was growing in size, bigger and bigger. I felt more attached to it, like I was the master of it.

I never felt so good. Well, not for a long time, anyway. I wanted to test my new cock out.

I didn't go to fuck my wife, she'd be asleep now and I would definitely need to explain this to her. This is a different dick.

I thought of getting an erection and my cock jumped up immediately, all nine inches of it. It just rushed up. My dick was thicker too. I thought about it going down and in a few seconds I went back to being limp. Then hard again. This was so unnatural, but it felt great.

I needed to test all of this power. So I holed myself in the downstairs bathroom. Here, I could listen for anyone coming down the stairs and could do whatever I wanted to in peace.

The door was locked with a sliding bolt. I was safe here.

I got out my cock and made it hard. I was in sheer disbelief at what I saw before me. It looked huge, and it felt rock hard, like hot steel.

I masturbated. I could feel more sensation as I rubbed myself backward and forward, slowly increasing the frequency of strokes. It was difficult to accept that this was my own cock.

After ten minutes I felt the desire to cum steadily increase, but at the same time, I was easily able to hold it back. A bead of pre-cum appeared out of my peehole.

I switched to using both hands (whilst still holding the stone), which I could easily do now, gripping the shaft and vigorously beating myself off. This was more intense than I was used to, and I would usually have blown my load ages ago by now.

But this was just a test. I felt that I could have kept going for a long, long time, it felt, but my wife might notice I hadn't come to bed. Sometimes, when I'm working late, she'll come down to check, just to make sure I'm OK. And yes, she did once catch me panting and wanking one night. That was awkward. Never again.

I concentrated on cumming. And it happened, right on cue. A fair bit pumped out, which must have been about twice the normal amount.

Wow. And again.

I kept on cumming, orgasming on command every time.

It felt more intense than my usual feeble pumps. I was out of practice, and I was dizzy with delight.

I was in control. I could fuck forever, yet, I could empty my balls at a moment's notice if I wanted to. My balls ached now.

Control (Part 2)

The genie looked as if he was fumbling around, in his pockets.

"You should see this. This artifact will sort you out. This, human, this is the Stone of Bal-Shaggaroth."

He produced a shiny pebble, with alternating dark and light grey bands. It glistened. It was the size of a small egg, only slightly flattened.

"What does it do?"
"Start driving and I'll tell you all about it. The guy behind you is waiting to get to the pump."
"Oh yeah, alright."

I pressed the start button and pulled off, to go back onto the motorway. As soon as we were back up to speed, I asked this genie about the stone.

"OK, so what does this Stone of Bal-Shaganoth or whatever you call it, do?"
"It's called the Stone of Bal-Shagganoth and you'd do well to remember that. This artifact deserves your respect. There is a lot of history, a whole lot of history associated with this stone."
"Alright, Bal-Shagganoth. I want you to give me the lowdown. Pitch it to me."
"You like fucking, right, you like sex, but you cum too early. And it makes you feel like you suck. Well, when this stone is binded to your soul, not only can you get an erection at will, you only cum when you focus your energy on the stone. Theoretically, a man can fuck forever until he dies of old age. Actually, heh, someone actually did. Oh and your cock gets bigger too, as an added bonus."
"I like the sound of that. I've got another question. What happens if I lose the stone?"
"You DON'T lose the stone. You simply DO NOT lose the stone. You must keep it with you at ALL TIMES. You NEVER let it out of your sight. Because - if you lose the stone, it's still BOUND to you until death. And you DON'T let it fall into the wrong hands, either."
"What happens then?"
"If you let another man get the stone, they basically get control of your cock. And you really don't want that to happen. They can make you go hard or soft, and make you cum or not cum at their will. Basically, you'd better hope they do make you cum. Since this stone turns you into a sex god, you start to produce more and more sperm, you can work out what happens next if that cum doesn't come out."
"How big does my cock get?"
"It all depends on how big you are now."
"I'm six and a half."
"Jesus fucking christ, you don't have to lie to me. I'm a magical fucking entity. Your pecker is five and a quarter. But if I bind you now, you'll be.. about eight and a half."
"How about nine?"
"I forgot you were a sales guy. OK, nine. I mean, I still get your soul anyway, but yeah, guaranteed, nine inches of hot pleasure."

I thought about this for a few seconds. This was one of those once-in-a-lifetime opportunities and I'm a goddamn winner. This would square everything off and more. This was, like, my only weakness.

"I'm in."
"Good. I knew you would see sense in taking this most holy, precious item. You will not be disappointed."
"Am I bound now? I don't feel any different."
"Whoa there, pal. There's one more thing. That's the incantation ritual. All you have to do is just read the incantation on this scroll I'm about to give you and the magic will begin. Just take your clothes off, go somewhere private if you have to, read out that scroll and watch that dick grow before your very eyes. You're gonna be a lucky man. You can find both the stone and scroll in the glove compartment."
"What?"

The genie disappeared in a puff of smoke. The smoke made me cough, and I had to open a window. It smelt like a fucking eggy fart.

When I arrived home, I checked the glove compartment and there they were. The Stone of Bal-Shaggaroth and a cream paper scroll, neatly tied with a black ribbon. I snuck them into my briefcase.

At home, I greeted my wife and boys as normal, had my evening meal (steamed hake, new potatoes and veg, glass of Pinot Grigio) and settled down for the evening. In the back of my mind, I thought over and over about the journey home. Was this real? It seemed real, but so unreal too.

My wife wanted to get to bed at around ten. I told her I wanted to stay up. Some made-up story about a report I had to file for the Board, and some paperwork for someone I had to sack tomorrow. She took the bait.

It was a sort of a lie. I did actually have a meeting tomorrow where I'd be terminating someone's employment.

I carried on with some work on the iPad until she got herself off to bed. Soon after she had gone, I went to my suitcase to get the stone and the scroll.