Rodney

The Spell

There were times when this ever-developing life seemed a bit crazy.  I was in love with a guy, which I had never really even imagined would ever happen.  Almost as much, I was in love with the anatomy of men.  And increasingly Rodney was the prism through which I viewed every man I came across.

Rodney still remained the quiet guy he had always been.  I loved his ways more and more, especially as his hidden side emerged more and more, hopefully just to me, and his darkest fantasies became our joint reality.

His dick was amazing.  I loved how big his dickhead was, and how much his piss slit leaked as I sucked on it, especially when it was just the two of us.  I loved how long and thick his shaft was, whether it was all the way down my throat or all the way up my ass.

I also loved how much he had released his horniness, and took control of me in the process.  My ass had become his pussy, and he had totally got me to buy in on getting it used as much as possible.  That had become the new challenge, no matter how much it might hurt while Rodney was having it used.  My body had become his, and his goal was to use what he owned, and to make sure Tony rewarded him for using it so well.

When I was getting fucked, I felt more and more like a woman.  My ass was my pussy.   It needed a cock in it.  Probably even more than any woman’s pussy ever needed a cock in it.  The bigger, the deeper, the better.  And Rodney was always so proud of me when I satisfied his target.

When we were alone, the more my pussy was swollen, the better it felt as he filled me.  And increasingly his cock was mine, and it became my obligation to get it as big as possible.  I worked it in every way I could think of.  Rodney loved it when I used a pump on him.  He loved being the biggest cock that was going in me, but he also wasn’t offended as he found even larger ones.  He wanted them to leave their marks on me, just like he enjoyed getting Paul to leave marks on my tits, and especially my nipples, where Rodney kept working to get my nipples bigger and bigger.  He eventually even got Rick to double fuck me with Paul, getting totally caught up in making sure they both made it all the way in and drove hard, with Rick using his big strong hands to leave his handprints on my tits as well, while Paul bit away, making both of them even harder, and making both of them cum even harder deep inside me, at the same time of course Rodney got involved as well.  Every time he ever got involved it always seemed like he worked twice the number of loads out of everyone.

Quietly afterwards Rodney would soothe my wounds with his cum.  Damn.  I was so so hooked on him.  So hooked on pleasing him.

The nights after Rodney got me used the hardest were the nights when he was most tender to me.  Every once in a while my ass was so swollen I was sure he’d never get his huge cock in me.  But he always succeeded, and even let me help him sometimes.

How he came that often I wondered more and more.  There was one Jamaican guy I met who claimed to have cum 16 times in one day.  I couldn’t believe him.  But Rodney was teaching me otherwise.

Rodney seemed to have a two-track mind.  One was his public horniness.  The more he saw me service a guy, the more he wanted to see me do it again, and again. 

That side of him went after everybody, and milked them for everything they had, both in terms of cum and in terms of cash.  The college guys I keep forgetting to write about loved it.  They had more cash and more time than they knew what to do with, and being in a small college town had their horniness ran rampant, every chance they got.

Rodney loved going after the religious ones, the seemingly straight ones, the married ones, the young ones, the illegal foreign workers.  He’d get the religious ones to make sure they thought of me while they prayed.  He’d even get them to use me in church.  He’d get the married ones to think of me while they fucked their wives, even when they’d tell their kids they loved them.  Anyone with a big dick was a target.  And Rodney had never failed, as far as I knew.  Plus they increasingly seemed to find him, so he hardly even had to look.  He’d blackmail them like the smoothest criminal, with them thanking them for doing it to them.  They’d fuck me, and would Rodney return the favor by fucking them, at least financially, and having them thank him for doing it, and begging to come back for more.  He even came in Gary, and Gary loved every drop of it.  I loved eating Rodney’s cum out of Gary’s ass almost as much as I loved drinking it right out of Rodney’s piss slit.

And I was getting very good at that, even if I do say so myself.  Even Rodney was impressed.  Even when he thought he had been totally drained, I’d manage to get one more load out.  Damn.  I worshipped his cock like nothing I had ever dreamt of.  Even more than the days when Tony had me pray to him.  Rodney’s cock was the devil I had happily surrendered my soul to.

I loved massaging his balls as I milked him.  I loved kissing them, both as they hung so low and of course as they tightened as he prepared to breed me.  I also increasingly loved drinking every drop of piss out of him.  Almost as much as he enjoyed draining himself in me.

And Rodney enjoyed more and more the range of times he would make me service him.  His signals became more discreet, for some reason, as he rubbed his stomach for a blow job, rather than his crotch, and grabbed his thigh when he wanted to fuck me, rather than his ass.  But that discretion came with an ever widerning array of places he’d get me to go down on him:  of course places like movie theaters and public restrooms, stairwells, outdoors in public parks, restaurants, locker rooms, sometimes smaller, sometimes larger groups of guys, even around my parents.

He still generally seemed pretty selective on who he would have me service, and generally he was almost as much of a size queen as I had become.  But every once in a while he would just open things up.  And of course that would make the cash flow even more quickly, as he increasingly loved the feel of whoring me out in front of others, then making crazy love to me alone.

I was happily under his spell.  As were an increasing number of regulars who he helped use me, even to the point that the badass straight seeming guys who would quietly use me increasingly defended anyone who even pretended to believe I was the faggot I had become, or that Rodney controlled me as much as he did.

And of course the more it developed the more his imagination developed…