The Offer
#1 of Undersourcing
So yeah, here goes. First attempt at doing anything creative. I'm sure it's rife with logic/grammar/spelling errors, but I've proofread and edited it so many times that if I don't upload it now I probably never will. Anyway, I hope some people enjoy, definitely a part 1 with more to come, provided I don't lose interest and wander away. With any luck with practice will come some actual skill, who's to say. On another note, sorry if I screw something up, as I said, first time trying it. Here goes.
Oh, and a standard boiler plate of sorts here: This is fantasy, not real. Simple rule of thumb, do not do things to people without their consent in real life. That is bad. No more to say there than that.
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"So. I guess this is it, huh?"
"Oh, don't make it so... defeatist... You were probably the best employee I ever had, and this is going all the way back to the beginning."
The rat smiled and replied, "Come on now, you don't have to lie to me like that."
The goat smiled back. "No, I'm serious. I don't envy your replacement. They'll have some big shoes to fill."
"Oh, you already found my replacement?"
"I found a tentative new hire. We have an interview scheduled in... about an hour. But let's not forget the matter at hand, right? Your farewell speech?"
With the chuckle, the rat turned to face the door.
"Was my stalling tactic that transparent?"
"I've been doing this a long time. Anyway, like I was saying, try not to treat this as an ending, but the start of a new adventure."
"I see experience doesn't protect you from cliches, hm?"
After a moment of silence, both rat and goat had a good laugh. With one last nod, the rat took his first step only to turn back to the goat.
"I almost forgot! I left a gift for you in your office. A new custom desk."
"Oh? I'll have to try it out while waiting for my next appointment... thank you, Dermott."
"No, thank you, Chas."
With that, the rat was gone.
The goat gave one last sigh, and turned to head back to his office.
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Milo gave a loud sigh as he stared at the ceiling. He looked over at his alarm and saw he still had five minutes before it was time to get up. Every morning was like this for the weasel. At some point he realized he had let himself get old and it ate away at him. He had a decent enough life, good job, good friends, but it still felt like something was missing. Milo never started a family of his own, but that wasn't what was bothering him. If anything it was how sexually repressed he had been for his entire life. When he was younger he realized just how unreasonably dark his fantasies were turning and chose to not seek a long term relationship in order to make sure he never hurt anyone. Occasionally he'd seek a one night stand in order to help keep down the urges, but mostly he just handled things on his own. That way he figured he could indulge himself with depictions of sexual torture, slavery, and rape, without ever hurting anyone.
Not that anyone would have guessed this about Milo. As far as his friends and neighbors knew he was quiet, polite, charitable, a bit shy, notably weak willed, and emphatically boring. In his fantasies he was a completely different person, emotionless, aggressive, dominant, deviant bordering on sadistic, basically a cruel horny bastard. He also tapped into that side of himself while at work to great effect, but for the most part he made sure it stayed buried where it would never make him lose control. If that meant he would seem dull to everyone, then it was worth the trade-off.
After spending a bit more time musing about his life his alarm started to go off and it was time to start his day. Milo slid out of bed and walked to the bathroom. He started to brush his teeth and looked up at the old weasel staring back at him. He didn't look bad for sixty, but good for sixty is still bad for anything younger than sixty. His hair was mostly gray contrasting with his brown fur. He had some bags under his eyes and a heavy paunch, but in certain lights he could still be considered handsome. At least his teeth still looked good, he'd always have that, though his snout had started to droop. After spitting and rinsing he got into the shower.
Now this part of his routine was something he could still enjoy. At his age it wasn't a common part of his mornings, but a fierce masturbation session was usually just what he needed to cheer himself up to deal with another mundane day. Especially when it followed a particularly vivid torture dream. He didn't remember many specifics beyond a dungeon setting and lots of whipping, and maybe some white fur, but that was enough. Milo gave a happy sigh while the water ran down his fur, jerking his average sized cock with one hand and bracing himself with the other. He slowly picked up his tempo as the world around him faded away, eventually reaching his peak with a happy sigh. After cumming against the wall, he washed up, dried off, and got dressed.
Breakfast was usually the next step of his routine, but after looking at the clock he realized just how late his little wank session made him. He was secure enough in his job that there wouldn't be any consequence for lateness on a light day like he was expecting it to be. Still, for a nervous type like Milo any kind of conflict was unacceptable, so he decided to skip breakfast and hurry off to work.
Unfortunately for Milo, all the events of the morning, as a whole, would lead to the worst timing of his life. The drive was uneventful, same as always. At least, until he rolled through the wrong intersection, only to hear a loud crash before the world around him faded to black.
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Milo's eyes snapped open again as he took a gasping breath. The last thing he remembered was being in his car, but now he appeared to be seated in some kind of... office? There were white walls with a few paintings here and there, a few potted plants, some filing cabinets, and a large opulent desk in the center of the room. Sitting at the desk was a white goat in a black suit, leaning back in his chair with his eyes closed and a smile on his face. For some reason Milo couldn't help but take note how oddly attractive the goat was. He always considered himself more bisexual then anything else, but somehow this goat had every quality he could ever have wanted in a lover. Tall, thin, handsome despite being somewhat androgynous, bright emerald green eyes... green eyes? At that moment Milo finally realized that the goat was looking back at him.
"Greetings, Milo. Nice to finally meet you."
Milo wasn't sure how to react to the situation, so he stayed silent.
"I imagine you have a few questions. Would you like to get them out of the way before we get down to business?" The goat leaned forward a bit and tented his fingers.
Milo shifted uncomfortably. A stream of thoughts came flooding out. "Yeah, I have a few. Where am I? Who are you? Why don't I remember getting here? And what business did we have? I don't remember ever meeting you."
"Okay, first thing's first. Try not to freak out, there's a pretty big caveat to this statement, but you're in hell," said the goat as flatly as possible.
Milo's eyes understandably widened quite a bit at that statement. Before he could interrupt the goat continued.
"As for me, my name is Chastiel, or Chas for short. Or Lust, or the Lord of Lust if you want to be fancy. I have any number of names really, so take your pick." Milo started to speak but Chas spoke over him. "The short version of what happened you were in a car accident and died instantly, and lastly, our business. That is where the aforementioned caveat comes into play. So just let me finish since I can clearly see you're about to freak out, alright?" Milo relaxed a bit and gave a nervous nod. "Alright, so, you aren't here as a resident. Let me be clear about that. The reason you're here is so I can make you a job offer."
At the confirmation that he wouldn't be joining the legion of the damned, Milo calmed down almost completely. The news of a job offer confused him a bit, however. "What does that mean, exactly?" asked Milo.
"Alright, well, here's how it is. I'm the Lord of Lust, right? I rule my own region of Hell dedicated to punishing damned souls who committed such sins. My entire function is to exist, so my realm in turn will continue to exist. In the meantime, I'm driven by a pretty constant need to, well, fuck anything at any opportunity. My siblings and I are all pretty much entirely defined by our individual functions. As such, I lack both the time and creativity to properly define a world, so I seek out a caretaker every generation or so to live out the fantasies they denied themselves while alive. Creating a world, defining ironic punishments, making sexual furniture out of them, whatever gets you off, literally. So, the damned get punished, a pure, if perverted, soul gets the better reward than heaven could ever provide, and I get to get my rocks off in fun new ways. Everyone wins. Well, the caretaker and I do. The damned kind of get the shaft." Milo was surprised by what he thought was a joke. The goat simply sat still with the same slight smile, waiting for Milo to respond.
"So I... I guess that means the job offer is that you want me as your new caretaker?" asked Milo.
The goat nodded. "Correct, obviously. You don't have to accept now, this meeting is purely to make the offer. Once we're done you can move on to heaven and check it out. The offer will be good for 24 hours. Time moves a bit more slowly in Hell, so that'll be 3 months for me. That's generally how long I can hold down the fort alone without going stir-crazy. So, once you decide to accept the offer you can move down here permanently and start to live out your dreams. And before you ask how I'm so sure you'll accept my offer, well, I'll just say that heaven is a bit... prudish. Those fantasies of yours? They won't be allowed up there any more than they were allowed on Earth. Your only chance to live out your own version of heaven is working for me. Plus, given the time difference, your 30 years of blue balls in heaven will translate to 3,000 years of all of your fantasies here."
There was an extended silence before Milo spoke up again. "I'm sorry... this is just a lot to process... Why wouldn't you interview me at all first? How do you know I'm even interested?"
"One of the nice things about being part of the fundamental building blocks of existence is a degree of omniscience about things. I already know everything I need to about you. Milo Grieg, 62 years old, weasel, defense attorney, violent sexual fantasies the moment you hit puberty that you never acted upon. A genuinely good, if somewhat weak willed person. Never been in a long term relationship, again, to protect people. The few times you had sex you stuck to purely vanilla intercourse for fear of losing control. Frequent shower masturbator." Milo visibly blushed at that last note. "Bisexual even though you never tried to get with a man. So, short version, a good person with incredibly deviant fantasies and a strong imagination, you're exactly who I want."
"That was... embarrassingly thorough," said Milo as he hid his face.
"Mmhmm. So, what do you think?"
"Alright, well... said Milo before trailing off and looking back up at the goat. "Here's my biggest concern... How do I know if you're telling the truth? Demons kind of have a reputation for lying."
The goat bristled at the word 'demon.' "I'm not a demon. What I am is closer to a god than anything, alright? I'm not evil, I never fell from anything, calling me a demon is no more accurate than calling me a dullahan or a chupacabra. Do you understand?"
Milo quickly nodded. The goat's sudden turn from friendly to serious terrified him a bit.
"As far as knowing whether I'm telling the truth, I guess you don't. I don't lie, but that really doesn't help anything. You just have to trust me. Or don't. It's up to you." Chas shrugged. "I can give you a couple of incentives to show I mean you well. First, look over at the mirror next to you," he said as he gestured to the side of the room.
"What mirror?" said Milo before turning his head, only to see a large mirror had appeared.
"Notice how old and fat you are?" Milo turned back to Chas with a look of annoyance. "Now look again."
He turned to look back at the mirror, but this time, staring back at him was... him... but not him. What he saw looking back was a version of himself no older than 20. He looked down and sure enough his belly was flat. The dream of not having a beer gut had died decades ago, so being lithe and sexy again was like a gift from... well, in this case, A god. After giving a radiant smile He looked back up at his face and sure enough, his wrinkles were gone and his eyes were bright and full of life again. He was back in his younger body, for the most part at least. A shock of silver hair still remaining traveling up the center of his slicked-back hair.
The goat smiled again as Milo marveled at his restored youth. "I liked the gray to be honest, so I left a bit. Anyway, realistically, that's not much of a gift. Given time whether here or in heaven you'd have eventually been able to do that yourself. But the second gift might be more worth your while. Would you like to try out my desk?" Milo raised an eyebrow. "See, every time a caretaker moves on, they craft me a little going away present. I don't remember how that little tradition started, but it was never anything I asked for. I'm not conceited enough for that, I'm not my sister. But anyway, the present from my last caretaker was this desk. It's a nice desk on its own, but it comes with a nice bit of hidden functionality. I'll show you what I mean."
The goat leaned forward and pressed a button under the lip of the desk. Milo jumped backwards out of his chair as different parts of the desk started to shift position. As he stood up the desk settled back down, and source of the goat's satisfied smile became clear. In the center of the desk was a bound female bat. He could only tell the creature was a bat due to the wings sticking out from her shoulders. The rest of her was hidden behind heavy bondage. Mitts were placed on her hands and feet, and her wrists and ankles were bound directly to her shoulders and thighs, respectively. A set of steels rings through the elbows and knees of her gear were secured to the base of the desk. Another pair of steel rings in her nipples were tightly secured to the base of the desk, making sure she could not leave her position. A large black leather hood with slits for the nostrils and an embedded ring gag kept her head hidden. Currently the goat's cock was making thorough use of the gag. Lastly, he noticed the bight red base of a buttplug sticking out of her rear, the series of shining steel rings piercing her labia shut, and a shiny steel cap pierced through her clit making sure personal pleasure would not be an option.
"I see you noticed the chastity piercings. That's a favored theme of mine down here. What better way to punish people that come here than to permanently deny it to them? Simple, but effective. Anyway, for your second gift, you can do whatever you like to her tailhole."
Milo's vision was immediately drawn back to the colorful buttplug. The combination of her appearance plus the offer made him start to get hard despite himself. Despite his burgeoning interest a degree of worry set in. "What did she do to deserve this?" he asked with a hint of concern.
"Does it matter?" The goat shrugged. "She did something horrible to someone while alive. The most important thing in life is to do no harm to others, and she chose to cause harm in the name of lust. No one gets sent here for doing nothing." He gave another small smile before continuing. "That is one small consolation there about life. Even if you manage to escape punishment for your crimes while alive, which as I understand it is frequently the case, you'll still eventually end up in my domain. Knowing that much should be all that matters."
The weasel looked away but nodded. "It is nice to know that justice is meted out to everyone equally... eventually... but I don't know... I spent my life never wanting to hurt anyone... just turning that off, I don't know if I can do that without knowing for sure that I'm not... doing it to an innocent."
"First of all, call it what it is, you'll be raping a rapist." Chas punctuated that statement by grabbing a handle on the bat's headgear and instantly forcing her into a deepthroat. The bat did whatever small amount of thrashing she could until the goat loosened his grip. "And second, if it eases your conscience, she was part of a slave ring, kidnapping and prostituting young girls. That make you feel better?" Milo only gave a slight grimace. "One word of advice, unless you're really going for an ironic punishment for a specific offender, it's best not to look too closely at their pasts. It doesn't really help anything, and has the potential to make you lose focus. Now, back to the matter at hand, either get to fucking her ass, or go to heaven and get to making your choice."
Milo gave a nervous nod, then approached the bat's rear. He had always wondered what anal sex was like. Whenever he looked for porn he always had a preference for it, but was too afraid of pleasure turning to a desire to inflict pain to ever try it. If nothing else the bat had a beautiful ass, round but firm with a cute little pointed tail... Maybe there would be nothing wrong with letting loose a bit... Milo licked his lips and cupped both cheeks in his hands. The bat jerked forward slightly at the sudden caress, swallowing a bit more of the goat's cock, before the pain of her stretched nipples made her settle back. The feel of her ass, the look of her helpless in front of him, the struggled gagging sounds, and the knowledge that no matter what he did here he'd be the righteous one pushed him over the edge. He grabbed the base of the buttplug and lightly tried to pull it out. A low groan could be heard coming from the bat, muffled by the goat's cock. The buttplug was stuck pretty good, so Milo started to pull harder. He could hear what sounded like a scream filtered through goat dick until the plug finally came loose. Milo stood back up and dropped his pants. His length was already fully erect at 6 inches while he hungrily eyed the bat's gaping tailhole.
"That another thing you'll be able to improve if you choose to take the position. Maybe upgrade to a 12 incher, huh?" The goat said with a wink.
The comment was largely unnoticed by Milo, who plunged in to the root in a single thrust. The bat grunted as the goat's cock was forced deeper into her throat again. Her nipples were painfully stretched again by her chained piercings, but there wasn't anything she could be while the creature behind her was pushing her to her limit. As for Milo, this was the greatest feeling he had ever felt. If there was any moment he chose to regret never letting go before it was this one. The warm tightness clenching around his length was almost enough to make him pop right then and there. Milo took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. He then began to furiously pound away at the bat's ass. The goat was impressed by the sudden raw fury coming from the seemingly submissive weasel. With that, he was definitely sure he made the right choice. Unfortunately for Milo, a lifetime of repression along with the fantasy of raping a helpless evildoer was more than he could handle for very long, and he quickly blew his load into the bat's bowels. The bat groaned again as Milo slipped back out of her tailhole. A trail of cum dripped down out of the still gaping hole. Milo fell back into his chair and gave a deep, contented sigh.
The goat smiled again. "A little pent up, were we?"
Milo could only nod, still in a bit of shock from the events of the day.
"That's fine, control comes with practice. She's been sucking on me for half a day and I still haven't blown once! But then that just means she needs some training too. Isn't that right?" He smacked the bat on the side of the head. She had no way of understanding what he said, but started to quietly sob from the impact. Milo couldn't help but feel a little sorry for her, slaver or not. Sympathy can be a bastard sometimes. "Anyway, go ahead and move on so you can make your choice, I don't want to wait any longer than I need to. And don't forget to close the door before you go." The goat gestured towards the bat's leaking tailhole. After looking on the ground a moment, Milo found where he dropped the buttplug and pushed it back into the bat.
"So what do I do now? How do I move on?" Milo asked.
"Just walk out the door, you'll get where you need to go."
The weasel turned to leave before realizing his pants were still down. After giving an embarrassed smile, he pulled them back up and walked out the door into a bright light.
The goat said "See you soon, Milo." And went back to guiding the bat's head up and down his shaft. It'd be a long, but at least fun 3 months.