Rodney

Chapter 15:  Changes

I was still sore from being used by everyone, but somehow comforted by Rodney’s long thick cock cumming in me, as I hoped things wouldn’t change too much going forward.

But changes were in the works, and I had little choice but to go along, both with how much I loved Rodney and how much I loved and respected Tony for becoming my father, as well as increasingly becoming used to the life ahead of us.

Barry and Martin were also new additions that I would have to adjust to, even in the small out-of-the-way spot that had become Rodney’s and my home, as well as a dungeon for Tony and his disciples to serve their Satan.

Money flowed in, more than anyone seemed to expect.  Ted’s and his friends outings with their mostly Hispanic workers away from home yielded more and more it seemed, as did James’ introductions to the seemingly overly wealthy college boys more than happy to take up at least one night a week fucking the shit out of me, if not also out of themselves.  Plus Tony had added a group of seemingly random older men who signed up to use me at the pool once a week, who also were happy to pay for what they thought would be a promise of discretion, as well as all the sex they could work into what became longer and longer mornings with them.

But Barry proved to be more than a match for his brother Martin’s financial skills, and soon honed in on additional ways to make money, initially online, then through sorting out how to make use of the quiet little airport only a couple of miles from our home out of town.

That resulted in Barry’s taking over a day a week, at least, in order to accommodate those he began pimping me out to, even as Rodney succeeded in securing his position in watching if not coaching those who quietly flew in and out for a day or two of all the fucking they seemed to want.

All this as Tony helped Rodney add about 5 empty acres of land around our little house in what had seemed a random grove of trees, and even helped Rodney work it up so it was even more isolated from the area around it, both hidden behind trees and built up to expand the basement as well as provide some isolated outdoor playing spots, which the whole crowd seemed happy to help maintain, and maybe even fund, even though I still had no idea how much was really rolling in.

Meanwhile, Tony worked harder and harder to maintain his control over everybody, with skills unmatched by anything other than his horniness, and seeming devotion to thanking Satan for everything coming his way.

It didn’t take long before he and his gang of disciples could almost be recognized, if anyone paid much attention.  The inner gang all started trimming their pubes tightly and close, and added silver cockrings to their looks, along with small satanic tattoos on the left sides of their crotches, as well as increasing blacks and reds in all their daily wardrobes.  Of course I also had a matching small tattoo on the left side of my ass, which everyone increasingly called a cunt.

Tony also got stricter and stricter on requirements to be a real part of the inner gang, with a bit of interesting fallout.  He was adamant about a 9” minimum cock, which of course he, Rodney, James, Ted, Rick, Elmer and Jose met (Rodney actually easier than all the others), and Barry just barely snuck in with, along with Paul.  Martin was almost turned into a second bottom since he fell short, even though I was lucky enough to just barely pass as well.

And Tony also increasingly threw that in as a requirement for pimping me out, even measuring guys to keep out (or financially penalize) the liars, even if lying may only mean a tenth of an inch.

As my ass and mouth became more and more communal property, Rodney was increasingly trained as well.  It was almost as if he were being cuckolded, but that didn’t really apply since he was still Tony’s favorite, both because of how well he took care of everything, as well as how willing he was to share his fucking skills with others.  And of course it didn’t hurt that his cock was almost 11” soft now, maybe in part because of all the stretching Tony would have me do with Rodney.  And Rodney was such a team player, happy to share me with anyone, as I quietly hoped he knew I loved him so deeply I would never dream of being owned by anyone but him.

Even my diet changed, as Tony insisted that I have at least two days every week living off of Rodney’s, his, and Tony’s designees’ fluids.  I really had become a full-time whore, knowing full well that it wouldn’t be too long before I would likely have to train additional bottoms as well.

But Tony never let things move faster than he was sure to maintain control, and he was amazingly good at recognizing a good thing when he had it.

So increasingly one full day a week also went into servicing just him, almost always with Rodney by his side, and sometimes others, including his youngest son Troy and a couple of his young hung buddies.

Of course neither my ass nor mouth were immune to all this, both the changes and the activity.  There was no way Tony was going to let me get by without learning to deepthroat Rodney, all the way to the base of his now finely trimmed pubes, even as Tony also pushed me to stretch Rodney almost as far as possible, even getting him over 13” on a few occasions.

And of course there was never an exception to my taking any cock all the way, both down my throat and up my cunt.  But even there Tony was a brilliant master, doing his best to make sure I never serviced more than a couple dozen men a day, other than very rare exceptions.

Those definitely included at least a couple daily loads from both Rodney and Tony, with Rodney still always making quietly sure he bested Tony by at least one load a day.  Damn.  I was so addicted to Rodney’s cock I was sure I couldn’t live without it, even on days when Barry brought in strangers to fuck me for all their money’s worth.  At least Rodney was kind enough to know how much I needed him:  the taste of his pre-cum, even his piss, the feel of his beautiful cockhead deep in my throat, and of course his tongue deep in my mouth as he bred me, no matter how much cum I had in my cunt.

Tony was even kind enough to allow for how much he knew I needed Rodney, even encouraging me to worship Rodney, as my lover, my trainer, and my own personal demon.

And then Barry started pushing for us to travel, at least a bit…