The next bondage art finished and you blink, you're at home and you look as you did originally. More so you have no memory of anything that happened... you came back home from Razorback and well then... you were home? You feel like your missing something, or someone. You also feel a lot smaller than you should be for some reason; but then you were always this size weren't you? You shrug it probably means nothing and you end up going up to bed. The next couple of days are rough for you, you feel like you've lost track of something and you can't shake the feeling. Going to Razorbacks every night as if you think on some level that you could maybe find it there. You hook up and it feels boring and dull now, and you don't know why; things haven't changed that much? You can't seem to grasp whatever it is that you're missing. You keep wanking all the time, but nothing seems to satisfy you. You start getting more kinky than usual as well, you start trolling for subs and leather boys and rubber pups. You were always into bondage, but you start throwing yourself into it. However you can't seem to scratch the itch of whatever it is your missing. It feels like you have a hole there now and you don't know how you can fill it. You manage to go on like this for a year, searching. The whole time you get deeper and deeper into the realms of depravity. You even start to switch it up, taking on the submissive role as well. However nothing quite gets you 'there', as you become hornier and hornier.
Finally one year later you're wearing a leather cap and some shades and smoking a cigar. You have only a leather harness on and a collar and wrist bands and a ring around your dick and balls and some tall leather boots. You puff away on the cigar, the third in a line of boys was bouncing on your prick and you just stare ahead. You bust your nut and you don't even grunt, the orgasm doesn't even make you twitch. You have a house that smells of sex, you've probably cum on everything. You chuckle a bit, there isn't much of a difference from a year before; but now you have five or so boys sleeping over at all times. You rarely ever sleep, the shades are partially to hide the big bags under your eyes. You have become both a shade and a god in a way. You're always horny, always; you barely are able to satisfy yourself with the boys you have. The third boy busts his nut onto your chest and you pay it no mind. It's the third load sprayed that you haven't cleaned up. You enjoy the smell, you grin you pat him on the head and let him get off. Your dick is still hard and throbbing, you don't know how; but you can stay hard for hours now, days even. This boner has been around for at least a week and has yet to go down. It's not just the boner though, you are ALWAYS horny ... always, and not just horny; but insatiable. You are never satisfied... and no matter how many of them you fuck stupid you never seem to get tired. Not really ...
Then the fourth boy comes forward and he's unique. You swear he seems familiar... the green hair and the mismatched eyes. He starts chanting something strange and you feel your tongue beginning to wriggle. The boy smiles like he knows you and you swear you know him. Somehow there is a part of your instinct that is reacting with great joy. Screaming in ecstasy and than you go to speak. "Please god ride my dick..."