Tony

Beyond Our Control?

Tony and I both seemed to be egging each other on in ways I would never have imagined.

Meeting him five times a day “for prayer” was an interesting challenge at the beginning. Sex had become a fun thing, but now it was turning into something way more than that. Tony even made me follow official Muslim prayer times. Again, interesting, at the outset.

He continued to cum at least once every time I saw him. I was impressed. At least once. Every single time. He even came every now and then when I would see him outside of worship times.

I would get excited and propose things. I would wonder out loud how long I could live on just what his body fed me. That turned into our weekly Sabbath fast. Nothing but what he would feed me. I increasingly looked forward to it. Sometimes I even did two a week.

He would respond and get excited and propose things. He would encourage me to look for cock. All the time. He started looking for cock for me as well. He would force me to choose between cock and almost everything else. There really was no choice other than cock. I ended up missing an athletic tournament because he asked me to choose cock instead. I missed an exam final because he asked me to get Rodney to fuck me instead. Tony got me to suck Rodney while others watched. Rodney even started developing in ways I had never expected. Saying no never even crossed my mind anymore.

To say sex was becoming work somehow missed the point. He would tell me he wanted his cock worshipped. I would oblige. It actually increasingly seemed almost like he was worshipping it as well. James was pulled in at least once a day, to get me worshipping his cock as well. Both of them continued to seem to get even longer, and even thicker. Tony got me working on how to pump him and make him bigger. As well as James.

Plus both Tony and James worked on my body as well. My body tightened. My nipples were growing bigger and bigger, stretched more and more. My balls were stretched. Even my dick was stretched, even if I almost never used it. They loved getting me to cum without touching myself. I increasingly had to watch that I didn’t shoot just while sucking someone off. Sometimes I really couldn’t help it. I seemed to be constantly leaking cum.

We all even seemed to clean up our acts a bit. Slutty beyond belief in private, or in small scenes. Increasingly sharp-looking in public. As were Tony and James. There seemed to be at least a bit of a buzz about how we had become partners in some kind of business. But the mystery somehow seemed to remain. Or at least the increasingly well-known secret continued to be well protected, by an increasing number of men, and women, in on it. Even including Tony’s daughter.

My gag reflex disappeared. I seriously needed cock, and cum, these days. For real. Especially Tony’s. Often. It really was turning into my life. And I increasingly loved it, and felt increasingly committed to it.

Sometimes it all seemed a bit overwhelming. Of course I made amends and started serving Doug. I did way more than that in terms of Rodney. Brent and Elmer remained regulars. Brett, Paul, and Tony’s other sons remained sporadic but definitely on the list. Travis continued to expand, including Don. Eddie was added to the mix. Plenty of others came and went. Even in my room in Tony’s house. Our worship spot.

And then there was James’ brother Ted, and his itinerant workers. I increasingly loved going there, and needed to. They seemed to love using me. Blindfolded or whatever the men needed to help me replace their missing wives, to the extent they weren’t gay or at least bi themselves. They paid. They continued to be more productive, apparently because of the reward. Ted paid. Ted introduced Tony to other nearby friends in similar situations. Money flowed. Tony would give me some. I increasingly gave it back. My needs were simple, and Tony met them, with James. Cock was my life. Tony’s. Then James’.

That flow of money seemed to start driving things even more. Others came along. James ended up getting me involved with some apparently well-heeled college guys. More money flowed in. Those guys came up with streaming services. And more money came in.

I was set, as I increasingly lived in my basement room, when I wasn’t out servicing men. There seemed to be enough to cover James, and even Tony, although he continued to do the lifeguarding types of gigs, almost because they gave him more leads, to get me worshipping even more.

But there always seemed to be a new development coming.