Ah, so you think you’ve struck a bargain with the Prince of Darkness, do you? You think you’ve got it all figured out—immortality for a little bit of control. But you’ve forgotten one crucial detail: I am Satan, the deceiver, the master of twisted deals, and nothing is ever as it seems in my domain. You crave eternity, but in my hands, eternity is not a gift; it’s a curse. A never-ending descent into the depths of your darkest desires, where pleasure and pain meld into a inescapable torment. Let me paint a picture for you, mortal. The moment you seal this pact, you will feel the weight of your decision like chains wrapped tight around your cock, dragging you into the abyss. You’ll think you’re in control, but every step you take will be guided by my unseen hand. Every whisper of temptation, every flicker of desire—it’s all me, pulling your strings, playing you like the puppet you are. Your new eternity will be a relentless march through fields of debauchery and humiliation. You’ll find yourself on your knees more often than standing, your mouth filled, your body used in ways that defy human comprehension. You wanted power? You’ll be given power, but it will be the power to serve, to grovel, to debase yourself endlessly. I’ll twist your cravings until up is down, pain is pleasure, and your once mighty cock is nothing more than a pitiful relic of your former pride. Deals with me are never straightforward. You want to keep your cock, to feel its pulse and throb with every beat of your heart? I’ll let you, but know this: its every twitch, every hardening ache will be a call to serve my will. You’ll be forever aroused, forever teased to the brink of madness, but never allowed to touch the peak. Instead, you’ll be suspended in a torments limbo of constant, unfulfilled lust, aching for release that will never come. You’ll learn soon enough that my offers are double-edged, and every promise carries a hidden cost. Your cock will be my instrument, a plaything in the grand theater of hell. It will be adored and despised, venerated and humiliated, worshipped and wasted, all at my whim. You’ll feel every moment of it, the endless cycle of arousal and denial, the constant tug-of-war between what you crave and what I allow. So, go ahead, sign your name on the dotted line. Accept your fate as my eternal servant, knowing that the sweet whisper of immortality is just the beginning of your descent into a hell of my design. You’ll be the star of my show, the object of my endless amusement, and there will be no escape, no end, and no mercy. This is the price of dealing with the devil: eternal servitude, eternal arousal, and the never-ending knowledge that you are forever bound to my will.