Daily routine
The morning light filtered through the half-drawn curtains, casting long, golden streaks across the living room floor. The air smelled faintly of coffee, sweat, and something else—something electric, like the aftermath of a storm. Tommy was awake, his cock throbbing, his heart racing, his body still humming with the echoes of last night’s revelations, his mind foggy with the remnants of dreams that felt too real to be anything but. Riccardo, Marco, and Francesca were already awake, clustered together in their pajamas, their expressions a mix of awe, confusion, and something darker—something hungry. They stared at each other, the weight of the night’s shared dream pressing down on them like a physical force.
They all gathered in the living room.
Riccardo was the first to break the silence, his voice rough with sleep and something else—excitement? Fear? "Did we all have the same… dream?" His fingers twitched at his sides, as if itching to reach out and confirm that this was real, that they weren’t all losing their minds.
Francesca’s breath hitched. She nodded slowly, her wide eyes flicking between the others. "Yes, it was the same. The Demon, the Angel…” Her voice was barely above a whisper, as if speaking too loudly might shatter the fragile reality they were all clinging to.
Marco, ever the pragmatist, crossed his arms over his chest, his jaw tight. "It wasn’t a dream" It wasn’t a question. It was a statement, heavy with the weight of certainty. "That was far too real… too many coincidences."
Tommy shifted on the couch, his body tensing as he tried to sit up, to speak, to exist in this conversation that was happening around him, as if he were nothing more than a piece of furniture. "But—" he started, his voice cracking with the effort.
Riccardo snapped his fingers.
Tommy’s mouth clamped shut. No sound came out. His eyes widened in horror, his hands flying to his lips as if he could physically pry them open. Nothing worked. His cock, traitorous as ever, twitched in his pajama pants, a bead of precum already forming at the tip.
The three of them froze.
"Oh shit," Marco breathed, his voice barely audible. "This is real. It’s really happening."
A beat of silence. Then—
"What the fuck!" Riccardo whispered, his voice thick with something between awe and terror. He turned to Tommy, who was now kneeling on the floor, his body trembling, his eyes wide and wet with unshed tears. "This is not a game little slut. We’re really gonna teach you how to behave!"
Francesca’s hand flew to her mouth “Oh Lord… We have the power to mold him. We can actually change who he is."
Marco’s gaze darkened. "We have the responsibility to not break him. There are two fucking Gods breathing down our necks”…
The room seemed to spin as the three of them absorbed the weight of what had just happened. Tommy, still mute, still kneeling, watched them with a mix of terror and something else—something warm, something hopeful. He had spent years dreaming of this, hadn’t he? Of being owned, of being used. But now that it was here, now that it was real, a part of him was screaming in panic.
Riccardo paced the room, his mind clearly racing. "We have to plan this. This isn’t a game and Tommy isn’t just a random toy. He is…" He trailed off, his gaze flicking to Tommy, who was still on his knees, his cock now fully hard, leaking precum onto the floor. "He is our toy”.
Francesca bit her lip. "Should we tell someone about this? Like, what about Federica?" she asked, turning to Marco. "She’s your girlfriend, how can you keep this a secret?"
Marco shook his head. "No. Not yet… We need to work it out before we tell anyone”. He gestured vaguely at Tommy, who was now staring up at them with a mix of desperation and devotion. "First, we gotta decide his fate."
Tommy’s cock throbbed. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts—“They’re really going to do this. They’re really going to change me. And I… I want it. God, I want it so much.”
Riccardo stopped pacing and turned to Tommy, his expression unreadable. "Get naked."
Tommy hesitated for only a second before his hands moved on their own, stripping off his pajama pants, his shirt, until he was completely naked before them. His cock was rock hard, dripping, his body already responding to their commands before they were even fully given.
Francesca’s eyes softened, just for a moment. "Poor thing, he really can’t control himself" she murmured, more to herself than to anyone else. Then, sharper: "Your dick is going to be our compass. You don’t know what you actually want and even if you did, you wouldn’t admit it to yourself… but your dick does. Until it stays hard and dripping, that means that you want what we’re doing to you”.
Marco nodded, already moving toward Tommy’s laptop on the coffee table. "There’s also an other way... let’s check his web chronology. Let’s discover what this dirty little slut used to jerk off to… and then we’ll use AI to make a summary of his fantasies…”
Tommy blushed, wearing his shame on his reddening cheeks… Riccardo teased him “No more hiding your true self from us little slut”. Tommy hated to admit it to himself, but a part of him totally wanted to be seen like this….
The next hour was a blur of frantic Googling, whispered discussions, and the occasional laugh—dark, disbelieving, excited. Tommy knelt in silence, his body on display, his cock still hard, still leaking, his mind a storm of anticipation and fear.
"Okay," Marco said finally, leaning back in his chair, the laptop screen glowing in the dim light. "We’ve got a first draft of your new routine as a fag slave... “. Francesca added, her voice coy and malicious “you really are a naughty boy, I had no idea your mind was turned on by all these dirty ideas… you should have told me about them when we were together!”. Riccardo chucked “well… now the curtain is gone… let’s get on with the show!”.
Francesca grabbed the laptop, her voice steady as she read aloud:
📜 Tommy’s New Life: The Plan
1. Domestic Service
"You will be our domestic slave… cooking, cleaning, everything that is required from you… always in slave uniform" Riccardo grinned, already imagining it. "I would like to see you naked… ass plugged, nipples clamped… a penis gag in your mouth."
Tommy’s cock jerked at the words, precum dripping onto the floor.
"Or maybe an O-gag to keep his mouth stretched and open," Marco added, his voice thoughtful. "so that he will look more pathetic and won’t be able to talk."
Francesca nodded. "And if he behaves well we could buy him a nice little apron. Humiliating but cute."
2. Body Modifications
"We have to gradually change his body," Marco said, his voice clinical. "His anus must be trained in width and depth. Eventually he’ll prolapse and he’ll may even become incontinent… should that happen, he’ll have to be plugged permanently… and perhaps wear a diaper. His loose asshole will become a symbol of his surrender. No more resistance. His ass lips will be pumped until his hole looks like a swollen pussy. Anyone who sees it will instantly know that he’s not a man. His mouth will be trained to take any cock… he’s gonna learn to control his gag reflex… and if he throws up he’s gonna have to eat his own vomit… His penis will be caged in gradually smaller cages. But sometimes we’ll let it out to torture it, to edge him, to milk him like a cow or to force him to fuck whomever we want… even girls that he isn’t attracted to. Even his penis is gonna be fucked… with urethral sounding… all his holes must be stretched. His balls are gonna be stretched too, with weights. Sometimes we’re gonna inflate them with saline and they’ll become as big as football balls… and then we’ll kick them. All hair will be gone. Head shaved. His nose, ears, tongue, nipples and cock will be pierced and he will attach chains to the piercings, so that we will be able to walk him like a good doggie"
Tommy’s breath hitched. His cock was throbbing now, his mind a whirlwind of yes yes yes—
"And then there’s his muscle mass… we could starve him until he becomes weak and thin, unable to fight back… even if he wanted," Riccardo added, his smirk turning predatory. "But we care about his health. We will make him hit the gym. He’s gonna be well toned and healthy… and we’re also gonna stretch his joints… he needs to be a flexible bitch… we’re also gonna beat him real hard, he’s gonna learn what suffering means… and he’ll learn to crave it.”
Francesca giggled. "I will also teach him how to be a good sissy boy. He’ll learn how to do his make up, and we will buy everything he needs… slutty skirts, fishnets, heels, lipsticks, wigs… and we’re gonna walk him around like this, so that it will be clear to the world that he’s our bitch”.
Tommy’s cock leaked at the words, his body already responding to the degradation, the promise of it.
3. Feeding
"Your diet is mainly gonna consist of carefully chosen dog food, sperm and piss," Marco listed, his voice detached. "Sometimes we’ll give you human food, just to keep the nostalgia alive and to make you suffer a bit more when you eat your slop… and if you behave like a good boy we will feed you sperm from a baby bottle…" He winked at Riccardo, who completed the sentence chucking…
“and if you behave like a REALLY a good boy we’re gonna give you the final prize… We’re gonna make you eat our shit… either from a plate or… if you truly behave well… directly from the source… are you OK with that, dog?”
Tommy whimpered… his eyes were filled with fear but his cock was twitching violently and leaking…
"Oh Lord” Francesca breathed, her eyes wide. "He’s dripping... He’s really more depraved than we could imagine… he’s gonna love this”.
4. Mind Training
"We’re also gonna have to reprogram his mind," Riccardo said, his voice low. "He will be hypnotised on a daily basis. He will plant in his minds all sorts of sex fetishes"
Marco nodded. "We’ll make him addicted to reprograming. He’s gonna love the process of surrendering his mind to us even more than the final result, whatever that may be”.
Francesca added. “Perhaps Belial will help us… maybe He will use his powers to hypnotise him over night… and he will grant us some of his dark powers to control him during the day…”
5. Objectification
"He’s gonna learn that his body is just an object for us to use however we see fit”. Francesca said, her voice almost dreamy, as she caressed Tommy’s hair, looking at him in the eyes, almost tenderly, despite the cruelty of her words. "As a footstep, as an ash tray… as a human tissue to blow our noses… sometimes we’ll just let you exist as a little, tied leather gimp in total sensory deprivation… you’re gonna learn to bathe in your complete surrender."
Tommy’s cock jerked again, his mind spinning with the possibilities.
6. Animal play
"Sometimes we’ll shut down his human mind and let his animal side come forth”… Marco said, his voice dark with excitement. "I think he would make an amazing dog… or a pig… or a pony to carry us around… with proper physical adjustments to match."
7. Public Use
“We’re gonna have to expose him online to make some cash," Francesca said, her fingers flying over the keyboard. “With a slave mask just in case he wants to work as a clinician in the future… we’ll take half the money and he keeps the rest as savings for his future."
Marco nodded. "And we will make him serve our friends... sexually and not. We’re gonna throw parties just to expose him… We’re gonna bring him to bdsm clubs… both for straight and gay people… we will decide who gets to fuck him… and sometimes we’ll even force him to fuck whomever we want, from men to girls… he’s gonna get turned just by the idea of being forced to do it for our entertainment”.
8. Worship and humiliation
“We’re gonna verbally and physically humiliate him every day… and to thank us for our attention he’ll have to humiliate himself as well four our enjoyment… and he’s gonna have to worship us every day… verbally and physically" Marco said, his voice firm. "Wash our body in the morning. Give us massages. Drink or eat whatever comes out of our bodies..."
Tommy’s breath came in short, sharp gasps. His cock was weeping now, his body already aching with the need to obey, to serve, to be used. Riccardo whispered close in Tommy’s ear, teasing him… “But you won’t get to suck our cocks… we’ll condition your mind to fantasise about them… you’ll dream of them… you will drool just at the thought of our cocks… but you won’t even get to touch them… we will use your horniness to make you desperate to serve… at most you’ll lick Francesca’s pussy when I’m done fucking her… After all you’ve always felt so guilty for wanting to suck cocks, fearing that would get in you in Hell... we’re just trying to save you a place in Heaven”.
Something unexpected happened. Tommy was struggling to keep a straight face after Riccardo’s joke.
Riccardo noticed it and clicked his fingers, breaking the silencing spell… “what are you laughing about, you naughty boy?” he asked, almost affectionate in his tone.
Tommy’s heartfelt laughter lighted up the room… Tommy answered “You may be my Master… but you’re still such an idiot!”. Riccardo was a bit taken aback, his pride a little hurt. Francesca and Marco laughed at his reaction… then Tommy added, looking Riccardo in the eyes “No seriously, Master… Laughing at my fears is truly liberating… I needed a laughter”.
Riccardo’s voice softened a bit “Well I’m glad to hear it. I am also glad that beneath your submissive side your humour and your nerve are still there boy… I’ve always liked your personality, I don’t want your submissive side to overtake it… I just want your personality to finally be complete, and true to yourself”. He almost surprised himself at the depth of his statement, he wasn’t used to be the introspective one… but he was telling the truth…
Tommy’s eyes started to get wet with tears… of gratitude… then he said “May I ask some questions, Masters?”.
Francesca looked at him lovingly and answered with a motherly tone “Of course Tommy… ask us everything you want to know, this is your life”.
Tommy started speaking, almost trembling… he had so many questions… he tried to put his stream of consciousness into words… “with all this humiliation… what will be left of me? Will you still remember our friendship? Will you still remember who I am? Will there be room for Tommy in this life? I have never been this excited in my life but I fear I will lose my identity… I think you know it after last night’s dream… and… what about my hobbies, my family, my studies, my career? What about love? What if one day I want to fall in love? Could someone fall in love with someone as perverted as I am? Am I even worthy of love?”
Francesca started sobbing… Tommy’s last question struck a nerve in her and brought her guilt to the surface… “Tommy… I… I love you. I am so sorry for how I cheated on you. I… I enjoy humiliating you… but I didn’t enjoy backstabbing you… our story wasn’t a lie. You weren’t attracted to me as a girlfriend… but you cared for me and I still care for you. Hell, I love you even more now than before Tommy. I know this may seem twisted… but I really want to make you happy… I will never forget who you are… you don’t have to choose… you can be a faggot slave and my friend… You are worthy of love Tommy. You’re perhaps the gentlest soul I know… I sometimes don’t even feel worthy of dominating you because of how I backstabbed you”… her voice cracked… her vulnerability was on display… she wasn’t just a Mistress in this moment, she was Francesca… “the question is not whether or not you are worthy of love Tommy… the question is… can you forgive me for what I did to you?”.
Tommy was shocked. He still hadn’t processed the end of his story with Francesca. He needed to hear these words. He needed to come full circle. He gently caressed Francesca’s face, wiping away her tears… “I forgive you. It’s true… I couldn’t give you what you needed… but now things have fallen into place. I wish you and Riccardo joy… and happiness…”
Riccardo didn’t want to admit it, but he was touched by Tommy’s blessing… He could have been resented… he had every right to hate them… but Tommy’s heart was golden and Riccardo knew it… he wasn’t the one to make big speeches but he knew he also owed Tommy an apology… “Tommy… I know it was a shock for you. I… I can’t lie… I did enjoy watching you crumble when you saw us fucking on the couch… Breaking you turns me on… I guess I really am a bit of a sadist… but it doesn’t mean that I didn’t feel bad about it. You think you’re the only one struggling with your dark side. I am too. I too am afraid of losing myself to the dark side. I am afraid of becoming someone I don’t want to be… I am not a monster. I care about you, I really do… more than I can express wit words… you’ve always stood by me whenever I needed help… your gentleness has always had a healing effect on me. I will never forget that… I am afraid that you will forget who I am… that you will only see me as a sadistic Master and nothing else… that would be the greatest loss for me, my friend… I can only tell you one thing…” Riccardo’s voice was shaking by this point, his bravado faltering… “when you broke down last night… when you said that you were just a soulless sex toy… I felt like I was dying inside… I don’t ever want you to feel like that ever again… I couldn’t live with myself… as much as I enjoy degrading you… I promise I will protect you with my life… not because Belial threatened me to punish me if I fail you… I just care about you, never forget that… and if some day you’ll fall in love with a gay guy that doesn’t treat you right... I’ll beat the fuck out of him!”.
Tommy hugged Riccardo… Riccardo wasn’t used to having a gay, naked guy hugging him… but at this point he didn’t even see Tommy as a man or a guy… He saw him as a vulnerable, precious creature that he needed to protect… from himself and from the world.
Marco, ever the pragmatist, added “Tommy you underestimate us! First of all… whatever we do to you… We ALWAYS do it with love! Everything in your new routine was already part of your fantasies… don’t act so innocent little one!!! Yes, we may be 3 bastards… Even if I am straight, the power that I have over you turns me on. Your submissiveness turns me on. I love the way you let yourself go… the way you surrender your body and mind to us… but we’re not only your Masters. We’re your Guardians… and you little distrustful slut counted us out before we even told you the last part of your new routine… which is by far the most important one!”.
Tommy’s eyes widened with wonder…
Marco went on with a solemn tone “listen carefully Tommy…”
9. The Human Part
“Everyday you’re gonna attend classes… You will have to study at the best of your abilities, to become the best doctor you can be. You’re far too clever to not use your gifts for good, you fucking annoying know it all… You will also have to pursue your hobbies… whatever you like… you’ve always liked playing the piano and singing… Well, you’ll keep those hobbies.. but we’ll add to them pole dance… so that you will be able to perform like a good slut for us and for every man that will use you in the future… moving on… You’ve always cared about politics and equality, you’re gonna keep up with that. You will also be a good son. You will call your parents every week. You will see them at least once every 2 weeks. We will also let you see your other friends and relatives… and who knows; maybe we’ll expose you to some of them! but since we’re merciful… we’ll allow you to take off your piercings when you’re in class or with your parents…”
Francesca nodded. "Everyday we will ask you about your day… and you will ask us about ours… you’ve always been our confidant… you’ll keep that role. Your submissiveness stems from your goodness of heart. You want to help people. You will learn that you can serve us also with your empathy, not just with your holes… We won’t make you a worse human being… We will nourish your light… And one day per week… you won’t be our slave, just Tommy, our friend. We won’t use our powers over you, unless you want us too… We will take care of you. We will ask you about how you felt in the week. We will laugh. We will be… us”
Riccardo smirked. "and the next day… we will break you all over again!!! How does that sound little slut? Are you happy?”
Tommy couldn’t find the words… He was overwhelmed with gratitude… he felt seen, loved and cared for in a way he hadn’t since he was a child… it was almost as if his darkness and light were finally starting to merge together… as if the inner fight had finally begun to subside…
He knelt in front of Riccardo, Marco and Francesca…
and he just followed his instinct… he started kissing their feet… not out of lust, but out of real submission, trust and gratitude… and he said “thank you… thank you for making me yours”.
Riccardo, Marco and Francesca stared at him with a mixture of amusement and tenderness… “you’re welcome little slut!” said Marco, while gently caressing Tommy’s hair…
and with that… a lifelong bond was forged between the 4 of them… bodies, minds and souls…
Belial and Luciferiel were watching the show from a far dimension… Belial commented the scene “well this seems promising, doesn’t it brother? He’s finally started to relax and enjoy the process…” Luciferiel answered “Yes brother… I am proud of him. As an Angel I shouldn’t be saying that… but his surrender, his vulnerability… that was so hot… and beautiful… he’s finally becoming whole… and so are Riccardo, Marco and Francesca. They’re truly honouring their mission. I am proud of them too…”
