Tony

I increasingly looked forward to my daily prayers with Tony, almost as if my life depended on it.  And the more devoted I became, the more Tony seemed to develop, with me increasingly calling him my dear Satan, and increasingly talking to his beautiful dick as he came in me, many days even more than just once during each prayer session, and sometimes even at other times when we would meet.

Tony was committed to making sure I was worshipping his cock rather than him, as well as seeming to do his best to make sure I was committed to worshipping cock all the time, as he had me report to him on whatever other sex I was having, as well as making sure I was looking for cock almost everywhere I could.  We would often go through what opportunities had presented themselves, and whether I had dealt with them correctly.  I was doing my best to keep up, but Tony was always at least one step ahead of me.

One day I told him I had been in a restroom at a urinal when this hot guy Doug pulled out his dick.  Doug saw me looking at him, and asked me if I wanted to suck it.  I was sure he was trying to embarrass me into looking away.  Tony wouldn’t have it:  “Next time you need to say yes.  And in fact you need to do your best to come across him again as soon as possible, to get his dick in your mouth, to swallow his cum, and to thank him, and do your best to make a repeat appointment.”

Then he looked at me:  “On the one hand you’re doing so well, you fag.  But we have to move up a notch.  I still worry that there might be times when you think it might be ok for you to be tired or too busy to service a dick.”  And then he went a bit silent, as I sucked on him, as he pushed me all the way down on his dick.  “Look.”  And he pushed me off.  “You need to have no dick at all for 24 hours from now.  We have to get you more committed.”

I pleaded.  He denied me, and started calling my regulars.  Of course he had total control, so right there he signed James on, and Brent, and Elmer.  Others would come and go as opposed to being every single day.  “If you do anyone at all within the next 24 hours James and I will beat you, cage you, and deprive you for a week.  At least.”

I cried even harder.  Tony relented to the extent that it was still ok for me to stop by and pray, but he warned me that I needed to pray to his cock more than to him.  Whether or not I would see it would be up to him, but he warned me not to have any expectations.  “No dildo.  No nothing.  If you lie to me you will learn what hell on earth is.”

I was terrified.  I cried.  He laughed at me, and spit in my face.  “You have to be more committed, you faggot.  You have to be more appreciative.  You have to really learn to go after opportunities.  You have to prove to me that you’re capable.”

He made me leave, putting his dick away before he came.  James picked me up, but made me stay dressed, all night, as he did.

I barely slept all night.  I didn’t eat anything.

I was half an hour early for my morning prayer.  I cried the whole time.  Tony let me look at his cock while I prayed to it, but refused to let me touch it.  Brent stayed away.  Elmer stayed away. 

I made all my prayer times.  I cried throughout each of them.  I prayed that Tony’s cock would receive me again.  I prayed that it would let me worship it properly.  I cried for cum.  My hole ached.

It was a hard day.  By the third prayer Tony was willing to let me strip, but only so I could turn around while he whipped my cunt while I opened it as wide as I could.  I cried.  Tony asked me why.  “I miss your cock so so so much.  It’s all I can think of.”

Tony called me a liar.  That hurt.  But he was clearly taking over yet another portion of my soul.

“Maybe at the end of the day you’ll be rewarded.  You must put more effort into being a cocksucker, a cocksucker, a faggot whore.  You must let yourself need all of this more.”

I got through the day.  I didn’t dare look at any dick, any where.  I seemed to relive so many wonderful fucks.  So many wonderful dicks.  So many wonderful moments.  Tony got me to text him at the top of every hour telling him “I am a cockworshipping faggot.”  I added in how much I missed his cock.  How much I needed his cum.

I was so happy when he approved.

He told me to arrive half an hour early for my 5th prayer session.  It was dark when I went into his office.  He told me to strip.  Of course I did, no matter how worried I was.  I could barely see anything.  He asked me how long I was available to stay.  Of course I said as long as he would let me.

Tony had me light a single candle.  I could make out that he was naked.

He grilled me.  I hadn’t eaten anything for a day.  I hadn’t touched myself.  I had thought of him constantly, even throughout the night when James slept with me, without having any kind of sex with me at all.  I hadn’t even drunk anything.  Tony asked.  Of course more than anything I wanted to drink his piss.  He smiled, just a bit.  “Beg for it.  You have 20 minutes before you hit 24 hours.”

I cried, no matter how embarrassed that made me.  “Let’s share this moment with at least James.”  And seemingly out of nowhere James came in, also totally naked.

“Do you think the faggot is ready?”

James was hesitant.  “I think he should kiss your ass and convince your dick.”

My heart was pounding.  I was certain I would do anything.  We hadn’t done that together with James for a while now, although I had certainly done that with each of them.

“Before we move ahead, you need to tell us the name of someone you think you could seduce.”

I was a bit confused.

“It’s no longer enough for you to just say yes.  You must start going after cocks.  You must look for ones to worship.  All the time.  You must pledge bring more men into the fold.  Can you give us a name?”

Rodney came to mind.  We worked out together.  He was quiet.  And quite a loner.  His dick seemed longer than most.  I really couldn’t think of anyone he really hung out with.

I told Tony.

Tony smiled again.  “Come here my son.  In the minutes you have to go, let James hear your prayer.  Don’t touch yourself.  Don’t touch either of us.  Tell us your plan for getting Rodney to let you worship his cock.”

I prayed.  I prayed.  I cried.  James and Tony smiled.  I came up with a plan to seduce Rodney.  Tony made sure I thanked him as Satan.  Finally James put nipple plugs on me.  James tightened them until I cried from the pain, while I continued to beg to worship his cock.

Tony gradually went hard.  It looked bigger and harder than I had ever seen it.  I could see precum dripping.  Tony taunted me:  “You know I haven’t let anybody touch your God for the last 24 hours.”

James said the same thing.  Longer, but just a bit less thick than Tony.  And again seemingly harder than I had ever seen.  And leaking even more than Tony.

I pleaded and pleaded.  I cried.  I pleaded more.

I had never wanted or needed a cock so badly in my whole life.  I swore my life to serve Tony’s cock.

And finally the 24 hours were up.