Tony

Training

Within a week Tony had me up to five prayers a day to him, and to his manhood.  It seemed he wanted me following Muslim routines almost because he knew they were so unfamiliar to me.  Our entire routine was quickly evolving from play to the focus of my life, with me increasingly spending half an hour prior to praying to him trying to get prepared for my prayer and worship time.

The fun and games, as it were, continued.  I still serviced Brent and Elmer every morning, with a rare exception.  Of course I remained with James, although Tony was gradually insinuating himself into that relationship even deeper than he had been, and making it more serious than before as well.  The antics with my mom and Smith continued, as did my responding to Tony’s other sons and others who I had gotten to know through him.

Quicker than I imagined, each of the guys I serviced seemed to be getting a bit more serious about the sex as well, in retrospect probably almost entirely because of how Tony was transforming me.  Sex was increasingly a privilege for me, and Tony increasingly pushed me to be way more proactive about it, rather than just responding to requests from others.  He routinely asked me how my cunt was (the term pussy was way too feminine for him anymore), and he routinely checked to make sure I was constantly checking out the cocks of other men, and compiling a list of who it would be great to service, if I were given the chance.  It was increasingly clear it was only a matter of time before Tony would turn me into an active recruiter of others.

As for regulars, Tony increasingly had me reach out to guys who had fucked me, to make sure they felt like they were being properly serviced.  My own mind increasingly focused on whether they were feeling well taken care of, as opposed to whether I was feeling satisfied.  Tony would even have me text him after each session, and was making sure that at least once every time I made sure to make sure men felt like they were fucking me hard enough, and to get them to go a little harder, if at all possible, and made sure I did my best to get them to let me know what satisfied them.  Thanking them at the end, and planning our next meeting, became givens.  On the increasingly rare occasion when either my mouth or ass was sore, Tony made sure I followed up as soon as possible with another fuck, to the fullest extent possible harder and deeper than what had made me sore.

I suppose unsurprisingly, each of the tops who used me seemed to be increasingly satisfied, and became more and more regular.  My serious but casual relationship with James became more and more serious, and less and less casual.  Tony made sure he was around at least two or three times a week to make sure James was being sufficiently aggressive, both from him own end as well as from my begging him to be so.

Just when I would think my focus was becoming more and more centered around sex, Tony would make sure that it was staying revolving around him.  I was always a bit behind in terms of where he was leading me, but Tony was also increasingly making sure I was pushing Tony to be ever more aggressive, ever more controlling, and ever more domineering.

There were so many initially strange but increasingly fascinating aspects to my relationship with Tony, as he evolved from dad to master to lord to god, to allah, and even to satan.  I was still trying to figure out whether he had others like me as well.  Sometimes that thought would make me worry jealously.  Sometimes I would hope there were and hope I might some day meet some of them.  But it also seemed increasingly clear that there was someone he was answering to as well, although of course I was in no position to ask about that.

My life increasingly focused around pleasing him, whether I was with him directly, with him with someone else, including females, or whether I was with someone else entirely.  The hours I spent not serving him increasingly went towards making sure I had the means and the stamina to please him, including my work, my physical workouts and anything else which might come up in my life otherwise.

Five prayer times a day seemed a lot, to be honest, although I guess just by sheer math it still left me with well over 12 hours a day of other time, at least two of which increasingly became required to be spent serving men, and pleasing cocks.  And increasingly more and more of my sleeping time seemed to be consumed in getting sex, dreaming about sex, and planning for more sex.

I suppose it was no surprise that money soon figured into everything as well, initially because of some combination of Tony and Ted figuring out that Ted’s itinerant workers performed better when they had a bit of sexual relief, since even those who weren’t gay weren’t around girlfriends and the like more often than not.  So initially they would pay Ted, who I learned would split the proceeds with Tony, although the more things progressed the more it became clear to Ted that getting his men serviced well meant they worked better, even to the point that Ted himself started throwing in money as well.  As for me, Tony would smile and give me some small portion of what he was receiving, if for no other reason than to make sure that I knew I had become a whore, although he continued to make sure my real focus was pleasing Tony, and pleasing Tony’s cock.

That seemed to make it increasingly clear that either Tony didn’t really have many others, if any, or at least that I must be performing way better than most.  Tony’s beautiful dick was certainly getting a bit longer and almost certainly thicker, which seemed quite the accomplishment given that it had to be at least 10 inches long already, and easily over 8 around.  But there were still signs that there was some wider group out there that I still had not come across.

As for me, I really was loving the Tony more and more, with every new chance I got to worship him, and of course his increasingly amazing cock.  Nothing made my ass feel more at home.  Nothing made my throat feel better.  Not even James, even though he was a bit longer, although maybe a slight bit less thick.  Every time Tony came in me I was in heaven, with Tony making sure I let him know, even as Tony made sure I kept that secret from James.

It was increasingly curious where all this might go.