“Yes, that’s right. Melvin will serve, will shut up, learn his place, and obey our commands. He must cater to our every whim. I’m thinking that ...e’ll need some ink, a collar, a leash, and a few other accessories that remind him of his new life of servitude. Look on the bright side, Melvin. You won’t ever have performance anxiety again,” Mom said as she ran her fingers through his hair, “I think that he needs to pay better attention to his hair.”“He also needs some kind of replacement hormones,. I could go on."Hump that cock in your ass, panty-boy," he now cajoled me."Do it! We both know it's what you want," his tone grew sharp.I pulled up until only a few inches of the silicone cock remained insideme. My thighs wanted to stretch a bit further and I stood a couple ofinches higher in an attempt to move past a middling position almostcertain to bring on cramping. The result was that the head of the penispulled past what seemed to be an inner ring of muscles a few inchesinside my ass. . And everytime I turned my head, I realised that something was hitting me in the cheek. I stopped moving and looked and found that Tony had a hard-on and was gently slapping me with it. Now I had looked before, but had never actually seen Tony hard or any of the other guys either. He was hard now and he was in my face and from where I was, it looked enormous. I had never seen a cock up as close as this before. I froze."You give up?" He started tapping the huge purple knob of his cock against my. I had never bought any for Hondo so I had a problem finding them. He was beginning to look healthy, so I thought he could probably handle a little junk food.When Willow walked into the restaurant I recognized her immediately. I got a clue from the description Alice had provided me. Willow was way over weight. We are talking double the normal weight of your average twenty year old girl. She also had barn red hair which would have shocked me once, but had seen plenty of it by that time. She was.