Playing With Fire

I grabbed his cock tight and pulled him towards me.

"You sure you wanna play? I can be very rough" I whispered in my husky voice, the result of years of chain-smoking.

"You can do whatever you want with me" he replied, his fingers caressing my sack. "I like playing with fire" He winked at me, teasing me. Ah, if only he knew.

I tightened my grip around his cock and he whined. He closed his eyes as my magic started sipping through his cock and into the rest of his body, which slowly turned brown and papery. It wasn't until his arms and legs started receding that he opened his eyes and realised what was happening.

He tried to push me away but he barely had any strength left. Besides, his arms were now merely stumps, and a few seconds later they were gone. He cried as his chest and head shrank into his cock, his mouth being the last vestige of his humanity to disappear. When it was all over, I was holding a perfectly rolled Prominente cigar.

I grabbed my guillotine and cat the end off. I could feel his alarm as he felt a part of him being chopped off, and his dread as he realised what his predicament was. I leaned back on my sofa and lighted the cigar - it tasted of sweat and sweet, sweet fear.