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You lean down until your face hovers over Zetaz, looking him square in the eyes, and explain, "I can't have someone who knows the way to the demons' headquarters dying before they tell me how to get there can I?""Piss off!  You won't get shit from me," retorts the defeated demon, "You may as well finish me off – I'll NEVER help a jackass like you!"Smirking, you grab a strip of leather from Zetaz's dresser and dangle it over his nose.You whisper, "This is all I'll need."The imp looks up with his face shrouded in confusion as he asks, "I don't think a string is going to help you much, dork.""Give me a moment, my stupid little snitch," you taunt as you lift his loincloth, exposing the hardness concealed within.  It pulses, growing harder and an inch longer just from your brief touch and exposure to the air.  Perhaps the imp isn't as in control of his libido as he'd like you to think?  You twirl the leather strip around his base and swiftly knot it, getting a tight enough seal to make Zetaz grunt in discomfort. "Ungh! What the fuck!? Ow, goddamnit!"Even with his protests and cries, you watch his cock inflate further, until it looks stuffed far beyond his normal capacity.  It twitches and drools corrupted pre-seed as you slide your finger along his urethra, watching the member bob and twitch from the slight, soft touches.  That must feel quite good.  Zetaz confirms your hunch by lifting his hips off the ground, shaking them lewdly to try to grind against your hand.  You don't deny him the friction he craves, wrapping your hand  as much of his meat as your fingers will encircle until steady dribbles of fluid escape from his urethra.  The tainted nodules of his demonic dick begin to flare and pulse, signaling that his orgasm is almost upon him.He's NOT allowed to cum – not until you get the information you need!   You slide your fingers down to his base in one fluid stroke, slamming your hand against his crotch as his orgasm starts to bubble up.  Before your opponent can attain release, you squeeze hard with one hand and tighten the leather cord with the other, clamping the base until the imp's cum is bottled up in his abdomen.  Zetaz cries, "No-no-no, let me cum, please let me cum, need-ta-cum-nooowwww."No such luck.  You wait for his body to stop convulsing and return to your task, one hand sealed around his base while the other begins to stroke him with firm, steady motions, sliding over the pebbly surface of his dick's nubs.  Your victim continues his begging and crying, but you don't let up as you pause to gather his escaped precum and smear it over his tip.  Zetaz pants and groans, trembling and swelling in your hand from your efficient hand-job.   Spitting on your palm, you bump up the tempo and begin to stroke him hard and fast, sliding over his cockring-swollen prick with practiced, deliberate motions."Tell me how to find the head demon and I'll let you cum.  Don't make this any 'harder' than it has to be," you whisper.The demon's voice starts to crack in spite of his efforts to remain defiant. "No!  I-uh-won't let yo-oooooh-control meeeeee!"His protests trail into incoherent squeals and babbles as you bottle up his second orgasm behind the tightly tied strap.  Again, his body twists and writhes in your grip, tortured with the ever-increasing sexual tension.  Zetaz looks up at you with a pleading, cross-eyed expression as he tries to regain his wits, but you just keep pumping away.  His balls are visible pulsing and quivering, desperately needing to release the building pressure.  You meet his gaze calmly, your hands continuing their work on the bloated imp-cock, and you break into a knowing smile as he thickens in your grip for the third time."Well Zetaz?  Is three the lucky number, or do I have to switch hands and keep backing you up until you go mad?" you ask.His hands claw the rug underneath him as he gasps, "You win, you win!  The desk has a-ah ah ahh-hidden drawer with a map to Lethice's hideout.  Please justletmecomeletmecomeletmecomePLEAAAAASE!"What do you do?