He'd spent fifteen years working in an accounting office and saving every dime he could for his hobby. When he and Joyce broke up, Scott had resigned ...is accounting job to set out to pursue his life-long dream--to become a commercial photographer.The first several months had been an adventure. He'd done some marvelously creative work in Omaha and Denver, but the financial rewards did not break him even. So he picked up odd jobs here and there while he sought an avenue to make photography pay. " OK, kid you have a deal." He handed me the vial. " Now, drink it down before I change my mind."I pulled the stopper from the bottle and and slammed it. It was disgusting. I grimaced. " Fuck, that's nasty."I stared at him, in shock, as I felt a vice closing on my balls. " You said," I gasped, as I hit my knees.Trefual laughed. " I lied. Haven't you learned, by now, never make a deal with a demon?" He chortled.I'm not going to explain how painful it was. Let's just say, that I would rather be. Other men at camp may have sported big cocks too when hard, but surely not like Tom and Todd when limp. His father told him it was a genetic constitution, having a big flaccid cock with lesser enlargement in length and thickness when getting hard. Todd had to be inventive to mask his cock under his clothes. Tight boxer briefs helped. At his high school showers were not mandatory after PE and he surely skipped it. He simply went to the wash bowl unit to refresh himself. Therefore, nobody at high. " I'll get my own back on you somehow," I managed to grunt. "I'll escapeand the story will reach the public if it take years." We're not taking you back to Meadowlands Asylum. We're taking you toBroadmoor Hospital. That's where the worst, most twisted and mostdangerous of the criminally insane are sent. It's almost impossible toescape from, and if you did manage to somehow get over the wall and reachthe press, there is no way they would believe the story of a babbling,highly dangerous insane.