Tony

Developing Plans

Tony seemed pleased. He told me I was continuing to develop even better than He expected. My guess is He had no idea how much that meant to me. I suppose it didn’t hurt that money seemed to be flowing pretty well, from at least Ted and his crew, as well as a couple others Ted had introduced us to. The college guys also seemed well-heeled, and into sharing. It almost seemed like this could turn into a lifetime.

Tony had been pretty meticulous in sorting out my days. Every time I told Him I had something important coming up, He did everything he could to get me to schedule sex as a conflict. One was a sporting event. Another was an exam. Then there was a special work commitment. In retrospect I was stubborn, and Tony bested me. But there was no way I could turn Him down. Cock was going to be the most important thing in my life, come hell or high water. And I gradually got it.

On top of that, Tony was breaking me to His will. He would deny me from time to time, it seemed mostly just to teach me how much I was growing to need cock, and cum. Especially His cock. He also upped the fluid only days to 2 to 3 a week. Damn. I was even drinking my own on occasion, as I acquired the taste. Plus He got me to let Him know when I was feeling guilty or doubting how much this all made sense. I was in decent shape, I was relatively attractive, I was bright enough, I worked hard.

But Tony had taken me. My soul was His. And increasingly so. And He was more and more my absolute master. Initially I was embarrassed to say I was feeling guilty, or that I wasn’t in the mood for sex. But meeting him 5 times a day helped Him see through me more and more.

Initially he almost seemed sympathetic on those days, almost like He seemed to initially look at important things in the course of my day. But of course He dealt with that by getting me to agree to be raped, more or less. Sometimes I cried. Sometimes I was even more ashamed. But I got the point increasingly that I really needed it. And definitely Him. And even more definitely His cock.

As time came by I became conditioned to let Him know, even in advance of any guilt or shame, and even to ask Him to have me used, in order to force me beyond the guilt or shame. I got to the point where the more guilty or hesitant I was feeling, the more I would plead for Him to use me, or to have me be used.

And then it got to the point that sometimes He would turn me down. He was always a step ahead of me. And it worked more and more effectively. That made me beg for His pushing me. Sometimes He would. And more and more He made me convince Him.

On top of that, and all the guys I was getting used to service as their bottom, as their mistress, there was Rodney.

I had never met, or even imagined, anyone like Rodney. At all.

Rodney really was a loner, but such a friendly one. And maybe the horniest and kindest guy I had ever met in my whole life. What an interesting mix. And I still wasn’t even sure if he was gay.

Rodney could never get enough sex. The more he shot, the more he wanted to shoot. And the bigger his loads got. And the bigger his dick seemed to grow. Plus he really was such a nice guy about the whole thing that I could never dream of saying no. Even if I had wanted to. Actively I always thought about Tony’s cock. When I dreamt, Rodney’s would at least sometimes come to mind.

We’d be walking down the street and he’d give me that look. And as soon as possible we’d be in the nearest available place for him to shoot a load into me. Undoing his pants, getting that gorgeous dick in my mouth. Drinking his piss. Swallowing his cum. Kissing those precious balls. Licking that beautiful ass, deeper and deeper. And then we’d seemingly just be back to normal, as if nothing had happened. Even if every once in a while he’d insist on leaving some sign on my face. “Just because.”

Of course Tony wanted Rodney fucking me, as did I. I could already see Tony imagining the world ahead where He could mold someone like Rodney. If I were the only one in Tony’s stable, it seemed increasingly clear there were time limits on how long that would go on.

That seemed to open up a whole new world to Rodney. We fucked almost everywhere. Stores, streets, parks, cars, stairways, restrooms, even the church. More “just because”s. If I casually mentioned some place we hadn’t fucked yet, Rodney would make it happen. Offices, hotels, lobbies. Movie theaters, restaurant tables. He seemed to enjoy that even more than blowjobs. Out, hard, in, drained. And then totally back to normal. Of course after he let me lick it off.

He could load me up and then head back to order food in a restaurant as if we had just walked in, starving. Or go back to visiting with someone, as if we had never taken a break. I tried so hard to keep up. With both him and Tony.

As well as James. And Brent, Elmer, Ted, Brett, Travis, Paul, Doug, the college guys, the itinerant workers, and all the others.

I almost amazed myself at how many men I could get through. And still having enough energy to really really worship Tony, and the cock that was always always on my mind. My God.

I loved worshipping Him more than ever. I lived for His cock. And He knew it.

I couldn’t even remember life prior to cock.