Rodney

Recommitted

I clung onto whatever peaceful thoughts I could as these men proceeded to recommit themselves by using me, strapped into this crazy sling.

I tried to relax as best as I could under Jose.  He had to have the largest cock I had ever seen, let alone felt, even beating Tony’s brother Mel by at least an inch or two, in length as well as in girth.  I couldn’t tell if it made it better or worse than he kept talking in Spanish, in his sexy deep voice.

And I tried to hold onto thoughts of loving moments with Rodney, which became increasingly hard, as it was clear that Rodney was doing his best to prove his loyalty to Tony, as well as the others.  It seemed to be his voice, even more than others, that encouraged Jose to thrust in deeper and deeper, and to fuck me harder and harder, almost even more the more he knew I was hurting.

All of this seemed to be about way more than just having sex.  Tony was chiding everyone for not trying harder to use me the way Tony said he was sure Satan wanted them to, for not trying harder to keep me fucked way more, to work harder to get other guys to express their gay sides more, to find closeted guys and help them, even drag them, out of their closets, to make sure I became more and more of an active bottom, even to help Barry market me more and more widely.  “We have to all recommit ourselves to our Master, and to prove to him that we are worthy of the bodies he has blessed us with, that we are willing to develop our sexual energy more and more, and help others, especially other well-endowed men, to do the same.  This has already been way more than I’m sure any of us imagined, but we certainly can’t stop now.”

They all seemed entranced, and I was more and more convinced that I had become way too lazy, that I was way too content with the men Tony and Satan had blessed me with, and that I also needed to recommit myself, the same way the others were.  Even as they used me more and more.

My ass hurt like hell, as one after the other followed Jose’s lead, and Barry’s encouragement, in fucking me harder and harder.  It was seriously like my ass was becoming a third party to me, and something that I knew I needed to deliver, way more often, and way more willingly.

Of course no one spared my mouth either.  I wanted to think it was Barry who had put some device in my mouth that forced my mouth open, but I was sure it was actually Rodney, even spitting down my throat before the first cock was forced deep down my throat.  I was also sure it was Rodney who told them not to worry about gagging me:  “The bitch knows his throat is Satan’s.  Besides, think how hot it will be if he gags up some cum, even shooting some out of his nose.  We’ve all been way too lazy.”

I tried to imagine what life was going to be like beyond this, if for no other reason than to try to help me get through it.  In fact, I did gag up cum, and probably more, at least a couple of times, although the blindfold sometimes made it hard for me to imagine what things must look like.

I was praying that Rodney would at least still like me once this was done.

They all took their turns, again and again.  It seemed like I must have passed out, maybe even more than once, but neither Tony nor Rodney, nor any of the others, it seemed, were going to tolerate my not being as aware as possible of what they were doing to me, as they kept bringing me back to my senses.

My mancunt was increasingly not my own.  At all.

I cried.  It almost amused them.  I tried to tolerate things.  They wouldn’t allow it, using me harder and harder.  I even forgot what it might feel like to be exhausted.  I knew it no longer mattered.  I caught little bits and pieces of things:  Barry seemed to be supervising Martin’s filming, as well as others’ pictures.  They even seemed to be chanting things I didn’t even understand.

I knew my hope was just to get through the ordeal.

Finally, my mouth was freed up, but I quickly learned that it was only because Rodney and Tony were certain I had lost any desire to have my throat do anything but submit, no matter whether it was cum, spit, piss or whatever else they wanted to put my throat.

My throat was increasingly also not my own.

The blindfold even finally came off, but almost only to let all the guys see how much I had cried, and was continuing to cry.  Even despite all my pain and exhaustion, it was impossible not to notice how amazingly attractice all the guys were, naked but for their black and red robes.

I was worn out.  I had given in all I knew how to, and even more.  And somehow I was so happy that I was able to deliver my ass and throat to these amazing men.

And my first visible memory once the blindfold was off was of Rodney, smiling down on me as he pissed into my mouth, insisting that I swallow it all, as he pushed his huge cock deeper and deeper down my throat, even holding my nose so he was sure his piss would go all over inside me, even as I gagged some out of my nose.  And he slapped my cheek and smiled as he finished.  “You’re going to make it.”

It was almost like they all knew they had taken my soul, and more, and mostly just wanted to gloat in their success.

And increasingly it was like I was gloating in their success as well.

I almost didn’t even dare think of anything, other than how I might please them.  It felt like they had collectively stolen my ass, my throat, even my mind.  And as I collapsed from I suppose exhaustion, I heard them plotting the future, drifiting in and out of sleep as I heard bits and pieces of how they were all recommitting themselves, to using me more, to working harder to bring out the gay in more and more men they knew, to do their best to make more and more seemingly straight men fuck me, at least once, to do their duty to their Master…

And then I woke up, sleeping beside Rodney.

Rodney was immediately aware of my waking up.  “You made it.”

“How long have I been sleeping?”

“Seriously, don’t worry about it.  I really am glad you made it.  And I even know no one intends to do anything but take more and more of you.  And I do understand my commitment, but I do love you.”

That was the first I noticed that I had been sleeping with Rodney’s cock in me.

Rodney noticed that I noticed.  “You do know that ass is not really yours anymore.  But at least I’ve been named caretaker.”  Almost as if to emphasize what he said, I felt him flex his hard cock, deep in my hole.

“How’s it feeling, anyway?  Seriously.”  Even as he kissed me, and flexed again.

I tried to figure out the answer. 

“I almost can’t seem to figure out whether I’m lost, or found, if that makes any sense.”

“Talk to me about your cunt.”

“Feeling your cock in it is amazing.  But different.  I can somehow feel your cock even more than my cunt.  It has to be swollen, no?”

Rodney smiled.  “They all loved how hot it looked, as one by one they were drained.  Seeing you swollen with huge cocks going in your cum-leaking hole was so fucking hot.”

And Rodney was hard again.  “There were so many pictures.  So many videos.  I’m sure Martin is figuring out how to live stream this shit.  And it was hard not to be impressed with Barry.  I’m actually glad he hasn’t tried to replace me.  You do know you can’t say no to anything anymore, right?”

I looked as deeply into his soft eyes as I could.

“I can’t even imagine thinking I’d want to say no.”

Rodney was shooting.