I always liked cock.

Huge, big, medium, small, one or many, thick or thin, in any shape or color - I just like it. Especially big and many, but that’s not the point. Before dating Captain, I never thought I’d be able to be in a relationship. First, I didn’t cared much about that. Second… Well, what about men? How am I going to resist being with one person alone, with all those men and their cocks walking around?

And then I realized I was in love with Mr. Hauptmann.

That was a few years ago. We always were friends, the best ones you could find, but it was not just that, it could never be just that. We were partners, family, even enemies, sometimes; it didn’t mattered what we were, but we were two and we were together even before noticing it.

At first, I thought I wouldn’t be sexually happy. It didn’t had to do with Captain’s looks, or personality - not at all, I’m proud to have a very handsome Sir, the kind that makes other people envious. Still, I thought the same thing I did before: but what about the men? The cocks? What about that, huh?

And then I noticed I wouldn’t be able to be attracted to someone again, not loving Captain so much. 

I just couldn’t. Not for moral reasons. It’s because since then, no one else was good enough. I am completely satisfied, and everything without Sir is awfully empty.

Even being crazily jealous and possessive, Captain always knew that, not just the first part, but also how devoted I am. There’s no way I could care for others, not anymore.

And then Captain told me. 

I’m not the only one who likes many cocks around me, we just like being in different sides of the story. Captain loves watching, unless that’s what they are - cocks and hands and mouths, not people and names and personalities. And I love being fucked and being watched and commanded by Sir, but only if they remain like that. Coin-operated, faceless boys, not multidimensional people. Maybe this is a little confuse. It probably is. But that’s how we like it, and any worries we had back then are gone.