'Where is he taking me?' thought Damon. 'How could the genie do this to me? How can I go on knowing I'm just this other man's cock that he's going to fuck my ex-girlfriend with?'
The idea of fucking Monica made Damon's cock body stiffen up a little bit. He LIKED the idea of pleasuring Monica. Even if it meant pleasuring Thomas. ESPECIALLY if it meant pleasuring Thomas. He wanted to hate Thomas, but it was harder. He wanted only good things for Thomas, to keep him healthy and happy, and especially to help Thomas score with women. Damon knew he was thinking like a body part, and a reproductive body part at that. Somehow that knowledge made it worse.
'I hope he'll take good care of me,' thought Damon. 'I can't do anything for myself anymore. Maybe he'll be a good owner?'
Thinking of Thomas as his owner for the first time was like a knife straight through Damon's ego. Damon tried to take some solace in the fact that Thomas didn't own him in the same way you would own a house or a cup of coffee. Damon was a part of Thomas's body, and Thomas would need to be good to Damon as part of taking care of himself. And Damon knew that he was a very special part of a man's body, still having fresh memories of when he had a penis of his own before becoming a penis for someone else.
'But no one will ever love me as MYSELF anymore,' mourned Damon, 'only as part of their feelings toward THOMAS.'
Damon felt a feeling at the far end of his tubes, high up inside Thomas's abdomen. There was a pressure there that needed released. Maybe not immediately, but they'd both feel better without it. Damon felt a large pair of hands jiggling with Thomas's pants, and then Damon found himself dangling in the free air. He wished he still had eyes to see where he was. But a giant hand wrapped itself around him, soothing Damon and helping him feel supported from the giant human above him. He knew this was Thomas's hand, a fellow body part expressing support and affection for another on behalf of the overall man. Thomas wanted Damon to feel good for this. Damon felt himself being guided in a certain direction for this, until Damon and Thomas both somehow knew that Damon was positioned just right.
Damon felt a surge of warm fluid barreling through Thomas's urethra, forcing itself through Damon's torso and erupting from Damon's mouth. But it wasn't like the vomiting he'd done before, with multiple surges of fluid in quick succession. This was a steady, constant flow from far behind him. Damon realized he understood this feeling. He'd experienced it himself many times, but not from this perspective.
'Thomas is peeing. Through me. This is my responsibility for him now.'
Damon had to admit it felt RIGHT. He could feel a tremendous sense of relief from letting Thomas's urine flow out of him, and he knew Thomas was feeling this relief, too. It wasn't as good as an orgasm, but it was pleasant. Damon could make Thomas feel pleasant. Damon tried to remember what it was like to take a much-needed piss through his own penis. But the main thing Damon remembered was taking his penis for granted.
'Thomas probably just EXPECTS to feel this way every few hours. He doesn't even know what I'm giving up for him. That I'm his girlfriend's ex-boyfriend and NOT just a tool for his satisfaction.'
And Damon was wrong about that--not about what Thomas was feeling, but about who Damon himself was now. Damon WAS just a tool for Thomas's satisfaction. And as the stream of urine wound down and Damon was shaken dry by Thomas, he would be expected to just wait inside the pants until Thomas needed satisfaction again.