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It was quite the late night, but he was pleased with the work we’d done and the help I’d given him. He could tell I was pretty tired, too; told me I could take a nap or even stay the night if I needed. I let him know I definitely needed it. I rubbed my face and gently massaged my own scalp for a moment. I heard my boss asking me what I needed and I opened my eyes to answer him. He had moved in front of me and was just standing there… at attention…fully erect. I was incredulous. I told myself there was no way I was looking at my boss’s cock… no way I was staring at a long, stiff piece of pink and red flesh poking from his business suit. I had to have fallen asleep already. It was really hate, I must have been dreaming about the pressure of the new position… but if it was a dream and I could tell, I might as well follow things through and process these thoughts manifesting in a penis.

Dream or not, I never tried to look away from that cock and begged to know what it was like. My boss smiled and said if I wanted a taste, I was going to have to come and get it. Come and get it, he told me. It was like the welcome to feed a hunger. Was I hungry? I did want to get his whole thing behind me, but …

I’m loving these results. He didn’t think they would work — and I said they better, because I paid a lot for them. He said I was an idiot for being scammed. I do think a tincture turning a man’s sexuality was pretty bogus, but … chemistry is complicated and it can cause some physical changes… I decided to trust it could never hurt him and began to choose a frequency and amount for his doses. We hang out often enough, even when we’re not having a drink. I didn’t have much, but the explanation said the only way not to see results was to administer far less than a single drop — more than a tall glass of anything would be able to dissipate. I gave him a drop that night and just watched what happened for the next couple hours. He seemed to get more energetic, fidgety, but his hands stayed in a circle around his crotch any time he moved. His hadn’t never stayed there, but he was adjusting himself more and more, too. By the end of the couple of hours, he seemed less fidgety, but now his hand rested by his dick. I could see the fold in his sweats. I said goodnight unconvinced it had really affected him.

I took my time, tho. His next dose was about a day later and the same amount. He got fidgety again, but this time, one hand stayed up his shirt. It seemed like he had half an idea to take it off… so I opened my mouth and suggested it. Our conversation continued uninterrupted as he committed himself to removing his shirt. His hairs were a mess, but as one arm tossed his clothing aside, his other began to brush his torso, he left finger trails that also loosened the hairs, so they shifted their directions, eventually: pointing inward and forming a thick happy trail that … didn’t actually go below his belly button, but I still wanted to follow it. I was feeling really tempted that night; but I just watched. Not long after he was shirtless, I told him he should be that way more often, but didn’t say anything else about it. By the time his fidgeting ended, his hand was not secretively, but more nonchalantly, resting against his dick and making that huge fucker so damn visible against his thigh.

The next afternoon, when I saw him, the first thing he did was tug his shirt off. He didn’t mention it, though; it was kinda weird. I’m not even sure where he tossed it, he just lost it, the sight of it replaced with his bare shoulders and arms, chest and back — except not bare. He was covered in his hair. I didn’t realize just how much. I was incredibly tempted that night. When he had his dose, he removed his own socks and then his hands both tugged at his waist band on and off. I took my next cue and suggested wearing pants was a bad idea. He had an uncanny knack for obeying without quite acknowledging it. I don’t think I had truly wanted to in the beginning, but as the rest worked and I saw more and more of the fur his clothes have been covering up, I really did want him mindlessly mine and naked, twenty-four/seven. Without pants, his hands were casually jerking himself off, now and again. A couple of times, he even got hard. Still I maintained the doses. I told him to start sending me selfies any time he was naked. In just one day, he devolved from sending me a single message after about seven hours - to me getting new pictures of him every thirty minutes, before I showed up at his house again.

This time, he was still naked when he answered the door, instead of stripping when he saw me. He was happy to see me, as always. I asked him how he was feeling about cock.

I wasn’t quite prepared for his answer.

As requested, he removed his shirt. He didn’t care if someone around him thought he was sexy, even if it was someone he wasn’t going to fuck. So the new guy had some interests and those included seeing him shirtless during work together. Fine. He could … not … get his eyes off of a wardrobe malfunction… the boss came by and there was a tear in his pants. He could see the head of a hard cock just poking into visibility. Another man walked by, groping and adjusting himself… clearly also rock hard, near enough to exposed due to how easy it was to see the entire outline. The boss made an adjustment, just quick and done, but now he could see his boss’s mushroom tip - the foreskin only almost pulled away. His hands rested, uncertainly, on the table, staring at cocks. Then another cock came in. This one poked from an open fly, erection bouncing over the waistband of some briefs. The new gay coworker stepped forward, cock massaged in a moving fist. His boss’s voice rang in his head, an order to kneel. The cocks rose to eye level and he watched as the men’s cocks neared his face. Not quite one at a time, they poked his eyes, cheeks, mouth, throat… slimy with his drool, they thrusted into him until satisfied

But his mind was in a haze. A haze of cock and fur and … an empty throat… so he sought the rest of his work mates, to let them know his throat wasn’t being used.

He swallowed many loads, but he wore a few, as well. The boss rewarded him for taking on his new tasks so well. He now had his own bed on site where he could rest, so his hole could always be available for the men. The bed also allowed them to begin training his other hole. The work pup quickly learned his place. Broken of his inner resistance, he was happy to remain where he was easy to access, resting peacefully while covered in the essence of other men until another man had a load to give him.

Initiation, they said. Finally, he just agreed to strip. He waded into the stream and turned around to see if that was satisfactory. Most of the guys were watching, but just standing there. After a moment, he asked how long he needed to stay out there for it to count as being done. Only one of the men called back, just saying he had to wait until they were ready. He sighed and just watched them, focus moving from man to man. The few who weren’t also watching him were setting up other aspects of camp, like the fire pit and cooking area, not just tents. Idly, as one of the guys bent over, he fondled himself, sort of a light scratch, but he had settled with his shaft sort of in his palm.

Suddenly, he realized more than one of the guys who had been simply standing there staring at him, were actually getting undressed, as well. He wondered if that meant everyone was about to give up on this silly initiation and join him in the water. He watched them intently, eyes taking in all the furry flesh he could, noting some of them … were more bald than others… He hadn’t properly recognized yet, but all the men staring at him were now naked, a bank of furry man flesh stood before him, and he was gently jerking himself, penis still flaccid. … but it began to grow.

He wondered why he was still just standing there, staring at all those dicks who were staring at him. A couple of them were stiff, already; the men gently stroking their erections as they stared at him. He could see the expectation and the hope in their eyes and posture. He didn’t consciously recognize it, but he saw their lust, as well. His penis was thicker than before, too large for just one palm, now, although still very limp. Rebalancing himself, he put his back foot ahead of him, effectively stepping closer to the cocks. More of them were erect, now. He could imagine the cocks as the perfect shape to fit inside holes; and he actively thought of his two holes and how those cocks would fit, in turn.

He wanted those cocks in holes; in his holes. His own cock was stretching out in front of him now, rigid but still swelling. He staggered another couple of steps forward, hands in the air at his sides for balance, eyes intently focus on penis, glancing back and forth between the lot of them, wanting them. Wanting them in him. His gaze settled on just one cock, anxiously lowering his head nearer an appropriate level, bracing his arms on his thighs as he leaned forward just slightly, drooling. Then he saw one of the men gesture, backing him from the water. He staggered forward again, but didn’t stop. The man who gestured was now holding out a hand, presenting his cock. He approached the cock, feeling he should touch it with his mouth. His arms swung clumsily at his sides as he slotted into position, shoving his first cock to the back of his mouth.

He choked, but didn’t try to withdraw. The hand reaching out for him was now cradling his skull, condoning if not holding him in position. Other hands were touching him, brushing down from his head, over his shoulders, through his hair, down his back, supporting him as they pulled his legs straight, hips in the air, ass presented as his face struggled with his new position on cock. Fingers helped work him open, wet and slippery, before the men progressed to their plan: spit roasting the new guy after they tricked him into standing in the water.

Something in the water had an effect on people, particularly on men. Their cocks might become erect indefinitely, but they would definitely suddenly have an insatiable hunger for man penis. His previous identity was all but gone and he would only yearn to be supplied with dick, impose himself on penis, drink unending loads of cum and never try to wear clothes ever again. Slave to cock and eternally hungry to be filled, holes loose and open, always ready to take the longest cocks to their root.

There was no proof a simple splash didn’t also affect men somehow, but any man that got a little wet from what the Target brought back to shore, never made much difference. Everyone knew they were probably fine and it must be something about prolonged or built up exposure; so while they didn’t worry about getting a little wet, they stayed the hell away from the water’s edge.

Any man that did the same as he did would end up just as used, a cum dump for the group that brought him in. They even had him clean up with bath later on, this time properly bathing in the stream. During the drive back, the new cum dump was always begging for at least one penis to suck. After several men, they had learned if you just give him a penis to suckle, he goes right to sleep for the whole trip and if you need to you can cum right in his throat. He’ll probably drink it down without even waking up.

A careful interview process and a well established method of stimulation and excitement, this assistant is curating the perfect group of men for his boss to hire. The assistant has no idea who the group is for, but will be there as ordered, drinking all these men’s cum in one go until he’s too full to continue and THEN, covered in excess gobs of cum, they will begin to teach his asshole how to accept cock. It will be the icing on their cake

I pondered these words as he stepped back. Another man on the platform stepped forward, stepping into position in front of me. He was jerking his cock, too, and after a few moments, he leaned forward to be sure every jet of his semen shot me dead in the face. These men had been jerking all morning. I had been fretting all morning, knowing that I had been Targeted by one of my coworkers. I don’t know what tipped me off when I got in; something about the way they took my jacket … and my tie … my slacks were taken with my shoes and socks. I handed them my shirts as directed and then left my underwear at the threshold when I entered this specially designed room. I stood before a ledge, where any man taller than 5’ would find their cock in my face; and I caught a glimpse for maybe a dozen men all waiting their turn to orgasm over me. Each time one of them sprayed their cum carefully across my face, dripping down my cheek and chin, globs of jizz running down my face.

The deepest sexual penetration is of the mind.

He stepped away and the next prepared to deposit a long stewed load of cum directly into my face. Pretty quickly, the scent of man and the creamy milk of cum was all I could smell. These men each had been stimulating their balls for a while and had a wealth of hot spunk to cover me. One slimy spot soon became two.

The deepest sexual penetration is of the mind.

Then another man prepared to do the same. Two slimy spots on my face became one big spot and one smaller spot.

The deepest sexual penetration is of the mind.

I stood there, naked, as man after man, jerking their dicks through their buttoned up suit pants, sprayed another load of male essence on my face and departed, making room for the next one. When the fourth load was slowly running down my face, I no longer had independent cum globs on my face; my face was just covered in cum.

The deepest sexual penetration is of the mind.

I stood where I had been told, hearing those words over and over. At first, I didn’t understand them. I knew I wasn’t being fucked, but … I couldn’t identify the small part of me that seemed to be confused why I was willingly standing here, letting my face be used as a cum rag for my office mates. I think they were my office mates, anyway… thought some of the faces were familiar, but then, really only seeing cocks, right now. Faces are too high up; and now I have enough cum on my face you might think I had smeared it for a mask.

The deepest sexual penetration is of the mind.

I wasn’t being sexually penetrated, so my head had a problem with this statement I kept hearing; from the voice of each man, after dousing me with more cock juice. I was licking my lips as cum dripped across them, an easy habit of any food one feels there. The flavor was unique. I think by the time I tasted it, it was several different men’s flavor at once, but it was new. As more cum dripped, I tasted more and as more men came, I began opening my mouth for it. Plenty of cum was already soaking my hair and coating my face, I decided I could have some fresh, before it mixed with any others.

The deepest sexual penetration is of the mind.

I opened my mouth for the next one, too. Not quite swallowing, tasting the hot liquid during the moment I waited for the next man’s load to erupt from his balls. I marveled how easy it was to taste the next one and how the flavors mingled inside my mouth until I couldn’t discern them, anymore.

The deepest sexual penetration is of the mind.

It only took a couple of open mouthed orgasm for me to start hoping to just suck it right from the cock, but there was a program in place. Each man that came on me had specific understanding that I was to be coated. So, sure, one or two let me suck milk right from their flesh tube, but most of them obeyed orders and made sure I was covered in copious quantities of cum. Cum dripped from my face as if I had showered in it. My chin and my chest were slowly spreading the cum further, but still they only coated my face.

The deepest sexual penetration is of the mind.

It was many cum loads later that I was taken to my next stage of reprogramming: finally being allowed to swallow.

An attendant requires he use some hand sanitizer as he enters. By the time he arrives at a machine, his thoughts are confused due to the Tools he’s just smeared into his hands. He places his bundle in the machine and then removes all his clothes and drops them and his belongings in the machine and then cannot think what to do next. Another attendant escorts him to a new room where he sits naked as men in videos on the walls fuck each other sweaty. After nearly an hour, another naked man enters the room and they begin to fuck. The first one is lust crazy after all that time. The second is still freshly confused and very docile. Once these two have reprogrammed each other, they will both be taken to the next stage of their training.

He was restraining himself, but he was ready to punch somebody. He had no idea how many people were in on the apparent prank. Hired to help with some moving, the whole affair was simple, but dirty. He’d been made aware of that, going in, so had brought the recommended change of clothing. After the work was done and he was given the opportunity to wash off and change, he returned to an anteroom only to find his bag missing. After drying himself of the shower water, he took steps to get his things back. There had been a group of men with him and he believed it was their mischief. One hand dedicated to his modesty, he left the changing room to try and chase down the other boys. They were committed, though, and he was forced to excuse himself politely, multiple times to multiple people. They, of course, didn’t mind, but he had a hard time noticing things. Everyone was watching as this man took step after step toward being the toy for the auction. Most people knew not to exchange fluids with him for at the very least, several days, but there could be lots of gloved petting and making him swallow things before deciding to bid.

The man was running openly about the room, already. Both hands dedicated to his balance and not one thought to hide his own penis, anymore. They understood the Tools from his tainted shower, would be causing him to forget everything but the most immediate. This is why Targets are often bound and forced to watch screens with carefully chosen imagery. This was precision reprogramming, but exercises like the one playing out at the event, showed how easy it was for his mind to lose things and how quickly the Tools caused him to think of penis. The boys he was chasing had begun discarding clothing items. Some of them were tossed at him and he batted those away as he chased them still. The Clients all watched as the naked man continued chasing the group of Hooks, the boys, who were now naked and showing off as they dodged him. Finally, they let him catch up and the entire group became a pile of men in the middle of the floor. He wrestled with one until he’d pinned them and tried to speak, but everyone saw the confused look when he couldn’t finish the demand. “Caught you! Now, give me …” His grip sustained, but his brow furrowed. Two men assumed position in front and behind him, for the final push to penis. “Give me…” he said, quieter.

The man behind him pressed up to his backside, a long penis rising around his cheeks and resting on his back. “Give you this?” “Or this?” The man in front had grabbed his head and drawn close, another long penis down his cheek. The two men each focused on their task and he was pulled back and forth between them. Spit and pre was being wiped up his ass crack and the tip of a penis was already pushing his jaw open. He wasn’t ready for it, but he didn’t know how to stop. The penis now completely filling his mouth and still entering, the penis at his ass pushed his other sphincter wide. He tried to gasp, but his mouth was full of cock, so he only sucked the cock further in, unable to swallow just yet, but already drooling around the shaft, making the penis wet enough to slide; and as the cocks slid in him, he forgot ever not having cock in him and began caressing the men around him, finding other cocks and jerking them was the only thing he could still do on his own, because the two cocks filling his holes had no need for his attention. They just were. He was full of cock. He was full of cock and he wanted … more.

“Wait a second… tell me again how this was going to help you clean up the garage?”

The thrusting, now quick jabs back inside, continued.

“I don’t want you to think about that.”

“You don’t want me to think a—“

“All I want you to think about is my cock.”

“Your cock.”

“That’s right, boy, think about my cock.

Ramming. Jabbing. Piston fucking.

A moan. “Think about your cock.” “Cock” makes an open mouth and he never quite stays the word,just moaning the rising lust.

“Attaboy, open up for me.”

“Think only about cock…”

The words drifted in the air. He didn’t even really understand. He did for a moment, but by the time he said the words, the only thing in his head was the cock in his ass.

“You’re mine, now. You’re my boy.”

“I’m your boy.”

“You are for my cock.”

“I am for cock.”

“Good boy.”

They were once friends, but for some men, the Tools are irresistible.

They usually also aren’t careful with the Tools, and we add them both to our stables.

“For my cock. For my cock. For my cock.”

He’s repeating it as he continues to rape his former friend.

His former friend is no longer unwilling, happily swallowing the cock he was reprogrammed for, using whichever hole he tries to enter.

“For my cock. For my cock…” He no longer means the words. The only one he knows anymore is “cock” as he cums and rests and grabs his friend again and fucks him some more.

The men who arrive in the morning, to pick them up, place a gag in front of his mouth, just big enough to fill his mouth, widen his jaw and flatten his tongue. He stops trying to speak and they both accept the physical directions of the men in suits. When he arrives, naked men happily remove his gag and replace it with the real thing. He has no idea he wasn’t doing this yesterday and gladly swallows cock for the first time, as other men begin to train his ass.

He’s been attending the gym for several months; but it wasn’t until last week that he was approached about a collaboration on tracking development. He downloaded an app to connect with the gym employees, to take selfies on a regular basis. He, of course, believes the development they’re tracking are physical, but what they’re actually observing are his mental developments. At first, he only takes shirtless selfies at the end of his routine, but he’s soon taking his shirt off more often and taking more frequent selfies. Then, while previously only casually concerned with lower body, he begins training and photo’ing that too. His loose underwear give way in later photos to tighter and more colorful garments that hug his package, providing detail - until all his selfies are taken while he’s naked. He’s also been encouraged toward different parts of the gym, where there are other men, but where he can also forget to put on clothes and perform his workouts in the nude.

Other gym members approach him for spots. He agrees, although the spots he receives are very different than the ones he gives. As he is bent over, curling a bicep, the man standing behind him licks his exposed asshole, jerks his exposed cock. When he is on his back, the spotter helps his head hang from the bench and feeds him his cock. Soon, when he spots, he is putting his own mouth on their cock, having learned from them that his holes should stay busy. Over a span of days, it is less and less often about spotting and more and more taking turns for cock. He gets sweaty and tired in position after position, learning to be loose and take any man’s cock at any time.

His mind is already gone by the time he’s shown his new positions. He no longer leaves the gym. He rests where they tell him and otherwise takes his place in slings and on benches where cocks can help themselves to his holes and he slurps up everything he can.

They’re having a good time, meeting new people. Their wives and girlfriends have been encouraged elsewhere and there’s not a woman in sight. They’re given open beer bottles and begin drinking along with everyone else they’ve met. They’ve been chatting together for a few minutes when another man approaches and directs one to remove his shirt. Casually, he does so, the both of them continuing to nurse their bottles. With the shirt removed, the other is told to admire his chest. As they keep chatting, keep drinking, the second man rubs his hand across the exposed furry front, himself choosing to also admire the patches of hair found on his arms and shoulders… and even on his back. With his hand now beginning to wrap around the shirtless one, they are told to get closer; which they do as his hand continues to caress and twiddle hairs. Kiss. The two close the remaining distance between their faces and press their mouths together, each with an arm around the other, now, pulling tight. Open your mouths. The kiss becomes passion as their tongues take over, their heads begin to move and they make out, licking and drooling as their new owner makes his final choice.

Finish your bottles, then take your clothes off and follow me.

The men part, smoothly raising their bottles and taking the final draughts, disposing of the bottles — and having no question about immediately removing the rest of their clothes. As indicated, the fabrics and belongings are left in a bin and the newly naked, newly reprogrammed, newly cock hungry men are taken to their new lives.

He took his shirt off at a party and then followed another man upstairs as they chatted. He hadn’t quite noticed they had gone all the way into a bedroom. So many sets of double doors made it easy to slip him away. He took a shot with the man, a nano dose. He really wanted to see how far it would go. The night was young, so there was plenty of time; and there were lots of men with plenty of sexualities.

When they got back downstairs, he kept bumping into other men, and staying close to them for longer and longer moments after. He met his match when he bumped into another strong and hairy frame, but then stuck to him, their hairs still mingling between them; but the second man took charge, grabbing a hairy shoulder and pushing the dosed brute to his knees. Suddenly, in his face was a big, meaty cock that had begun to rise. At first, he looked up to protest, but the hand that clapped the back of his neck, forced his mouth over the swelling knob, and he barely said anything else the rest of the night.

The blowjob was slow going for the once heterosexual man, but as he bent to the will of the cocks around him, his mouth learned to widen and his throat learned to relax. Drool now coated his chin and chest and was used by a few men to help lube, before the first man gripped his waist and lifted him higher. The irrumatio never stopped as his pants were pulled away and discarded who knows where and the assault on his remaining hole began. Tongues wetted him in turn before a cock finally made way, convincing his sphincter to open and then teaching him how deep he could take it.

It’s true the Company Tools have the potential to rewrite men’s minds, but the success of their use is not guaranteed. Dosage, timing, and contemporaneous suggestions all must occur within a certain range, in order to assure complete and successful reprogramming. At the same time, complete and successful reprogramming doesn’t even guarantee it was precisely as desired.

While the Target was successfully convinced to remove his clothing and be his owner’s new pet, he didn’t accept his owner’s cock, so much as fill his owner with his own. Often, this is the result of hasty training and means the owner is being filled with tainted cum — and they’ll both be back in the building stable by morning. Except neither of them, this time, will have any clothing at all.

AXEL ROCKMAN & RIDICK

Men At Play – Hotel X | Dry Cleaning

They were pleased, because I was now theirs. Flashes of my old life came and went, but they had been told this might happen during the beginning of my new life and to simply reinforce my new life any time I appeared to resist; they must always push me harder than I resist an order.

There was once when I thought I resisted, but all that happened was I was even more trapped or more restrained…

…

Or more filled…

I resist the urge to impale myself when he tells me I want to. I know I want to and then I am full to the brim and I am happy

I resist the urge to tell him how happy I am and, instead, let him deeper into me

I resist the urge to breathe when he fills me, presses onto me until his flesh covers my eyes and his hair tickles my cheeks

The bristly, wooly bodies

The heavy, baritone voices

The woody, pungent odors

The savory, tender flesh

The relentless, penetrating thrusts

…

They bathe me in time, but day after day, my only filth is their sweat and cum; and they like it that way.

Every day, they come home and untether me, standing over me with pride in their pet, already half dressed and soon to be bare naked

Why would I resist…

We were just roommates, best buds…. Until the day we became a little more than that.

We had almost jerked off together, once, but we got distracted. We got over each other’s nudity a long time ago — so many days at the gym together; showering opposite each other while bullshitting and not tugging the curtains between us. We had cuddled to sleep more than once, too, but never a boner about it. Just good close rest with my man.

The day it changed, he fell on top of me. It was the first time I’d had him that close while we were both naked. There was something… electric in his touch… and I felt it everywhere. I was immediately high on him. I could tell he felt something, too, because of how he was touching me, how he was breathing. When he moved a hand to better prop himself up, his hand only gently released pressure on my bicep but then caressed his way up my shoulder, along my collar bone, around my throat and under my jaw. His palm cupped my ear as his thumb brazed my lips. His legs were shifting, but so were mine, now. By the time his hand reached the crown of my head, he had brought his legs up underneath and I had lifted mine out of the way.

He was mounting me and I was presenting my virgin hole to him. His face closed in on mine at the same time I felt his bouncing cock poking me in the wrong places as he learned where to aim. When our faces met, our lips pressed into each other and our breath was noisy through our nostrils. I felt his cock touch a place I had never been touched before. We were both great with women, we both knew how this part went. Either you found the spot or you didn’t and the mood turned; but I helped him find it as best I could. I could tell he was dripping pre, because everywhere he touched felt colder. When he was finally there, I knew he would be slippery, so I did my best to let him in. I was nervous. I could tell he was, too, so I closed my legs behind his, pressing the back of my ankles into his thighs, gripping his arm and reaching my own hand up to his face.

When he began to enter, we both gasped. I couldn’t believe … my best bud… I had my best bud inside me and I wanted more. It was strained as he pushed. It still hurt a little, but I was already hooked. We had friends; we knew how this went. All I had to d was want it and I … wanted him so bad. He carefully worked himself back and forth so he knew he was slippery and pressed himself just a little bit further in with each return. It was gradual, but those little movements back and forth became his thrusts. Neither of us quite knew when it happened, but he was thrusting and I was pulling him in. My forearm had curled around his head, holding every part of him to me. The more energetic he got, the more I begged him to keep going, tugging him into me. We were moaning into each other, but he began to whisper things, like how hot it was for me to pull him back inside me, how good my hole was, and how much more he wanted to fuck me. I started answering him. Telling how how it was to have him on top of me, to have him shaking as he thrust, to feel with the inside of my body how hard and horny he was.

He tried to warn me, but I stopped him with a hand across his mouth for a moment. He tried to warn me again and I stopped him with a wet kiss, begging him with my tongue not to stop. His tongue answered inside my mouth and then he cried out, at first directly into my mouth and I swallowed his orgasmic screams as his first squirts shot into my guts. I was surprised I could feel it, his sperm ejecting from his penis and spraying my inner walls. His thrusting rhythm ended and he just pumped. I could feel his flexing cock stretching me as he swelled with each squirt. It was the most unexpected ecstasy and brought me over my edge. Just before his orgasm ended, I began shooting between us. Suddenly great streams of man cum spraying between us, but mostly all over me. My belly, my chest, my chin, the linen over my shoulder; cum everywhere as the silence settled and there was now nothing in the world but our bodies and our breathing. As our orgasms faded and we caught our breath, we looked at each other. No words, just gazing for a moment. And then he rested, letting himself come down on top of me, creating a cum sandwich with our chests. He still wasn’t removing himself. Instead, his hard cock continued to flex every few seconds, staying inside me… and I thought … where he belonged.

We napped from that. Both of us content with my cum drying and his cock still firmly wedged inside me. He wasn’t pulling his hips away and I wasn’t pushing him. In fact, I wrapped my legs around his anew, so he couldn’t move. His arm moved so my hand on his tricep finally met his hand and our fingers intertwined and we closed our eyes and slept. We were never in separate beds again.

He’s been sending these selfies for a few days now. He sees no harm in it. He sees no harm in it as he continues to send selfies even when his penis is erect inside his underwear. Then, he’s asked how his boner feels, trapped inside the underwear. It’s always the same. Some selfies and some questions; a new ask for the selfies and then more questions. The questions focus his observation. When he answers about his trapped boner, it is about confinement and discomfort. He is told to remove the underwear and send another selfie. His next image shows his erection, prominent and bouncing. The call for a selfie comes in at random times, but more and more often, so he has learned to remain dressed as requested. When he sends a picture with a flaccid penis, he is told to bring back the erection. Learning from his mistake, he keeps himself erect at all times, so he can send the correct selfie. It was the same as when he threw away all his shirts, so he could be sure not to wear one.

The next series of selfies show how he has deteriorated under constant erection. The longer he stays erect, the more he slowly crawls up toward climax, barely recognizing the passing hours as he forgets everything but jerking himself off and sending pictures of his rolling eyes, droopy jaw, drooling mouth. Suddenly, there’s a second person in the photos. There’s a selfie with him in the background, then they’re no longer selfies. The photos change from a man standing with an erection in a bathroom, to a man jerking himself off and lying on a bed. Each image in the series show how he continues to jerk himself off even with his legs spread wide and a dildo first aimed at and then disappearing inside his asshole. His asshole is not visible in the full body image, but the size and length of the dildo are clear. When it is gone except for the arc anchoring the rod to his sphincter, a second appears beside him as a reminder of what’s inside. It isn’t the end of the image collection, however. It is only the beginning of his oral training.

***

The Client displays each image to a group of men. These men are all interested to see a man reprogrammed. They are unaware they have become Targets. Men wishing to leave are isolated and subjected to personal reprogramming. Those that remain in the room begin to undress themselves as the man in the images is filled with real man cock. They jerk themselves as they watch hardcore pornography together. They jerk each other off and embrace each others’ shoulder. They press themselves together until mouths touch skin. More than one turns around to find himself facing the pair of cocks in the row of seats behind and crawls into place for worship. They devolve into an orgy they do not wake from. The men who tried to leave are returned, naked and Lusting. Then, after a week of redieting and mindless obedience of cock, they are sold.

He poses and it makes me weak. I’m weak and my jaw is relaxed. I’m relaxed and his cock pushes my mouth open. My mouth is open and I taste his flesh. As I taste his flesh, I swallow his cock. Swallowing his cock always leads to swallowing his sperm. As I swallow his sperm I know I am his, because I remain stretched by his cock until he is fully satisfied.

I agreed to this when I handed over all my belongings. I agreed to forget when I let him take everything from my sight. I agreed to be his when I allowed him to dress me. Each day, I choose not to ask how much longer; and each day, I forget how many days it’s been. He pets my face with his cock before he fills me. I know he loves me; and I love being for his cock

None of us knew what happened. None of us knew that something had happened. We just wandered around trying to think about things. In the fog that had been, all of the women had been taken; and every man had stripped and gone to sleep. The transformation that occurred left the men untethered to sustenance, somehow breathing all their nutrients from the thicker air. Of course, those that did still Lusted and now that we ate no food, the men were always hungry. As we woke and wandered and began to collide, new habits began to form in the masses.

I was on the edge of a neighborhood. There was a large house nearby. The fall leaves were everywhere, along with tons of mulch and gravel around a big shed. I could smell… I was so hungry. Leaves and wood and rock and … man. I took careful steps, unsure but feeling led to the smaller shelter. As I neared, I heard sporadic rustling and … breathing. I approached the large opening and the sound inside paused. Then footsteps preceded the reveal of the man. He stepped forward, placing his hands on the overhead and regarding me. He was a stack of plump flesh and fur, thick legs on either side of a bush dangling … I believed dangling some flesh I could put in my mouth. I needed something in my mouth. The man made a sort of grunt or growl and I looked back up at him. His face was still groomed and his head bald.

I was relieved to see another man and eager to put him in my mouth. I didn’t know if that was right, but I certainly wanted it. After just a moment, our shock of seeing another man wore off. I stepped forward and so did he. We were very awkward, at first, because the mulch and gravel weren’t comfortable; but I leaned forward to lift his flesh to my mouth and he paused again. I sank to my knees, but then stood again, keeping his flesh in my mouth. I tasted a savory and salty flavor that triggered my saliva. Although drooling for the flesh to fill my mouth, I couldn’t stay still in one place on the ground and standing, bent over, was … odd… he gripped my head to hold me in place and then began to push himself in me. I gagged and pushed, too, gripping his thighs.

It was after he sat down and didn’t like it that we moved into his shed. He pulled on a tarp and folded it over a couple of times. Then, it was noisy, but we lied down and forced his cock in my throat. I felt such relief with his flesh entering my mouth and my dick swelled and hardened. He pumped and pumped, me drooling thick saliva everywhere until he screamed and came. I drank his milk, feeling … beyond satisfaction. Unable to breathe for the moment, but full of flesh and cum. As soon as he was done with his climax, he began to urinate. My stomach swelled and then I pulled away, causing all the rest to splash on my face. It reflected everywhere and he pulled my head back down, pushing his juice in me again and then let me off, but holding me so I was still in his stream, still being marked. I recognized the smell, now. It was him. I was his.

We slept. We didn’t move until we woke… and he fucked me again. Then, we slept. And so it was for… a while? Several times, we woke, he fucked me and we slept. It must have been late the next day when we finally … did something else. We exited the shelter and walked for a bit. The house wasn’t far, so we checked it out. There were lots of strange objects inside, but we knew some of them. We didn’t talk. Only sounds, our moans, grunts, sometimes a shout if apart, but that wasn’t often. He liked me close and tethered to his cock. We found the couches and the bed and began to clean out the house. Too many things we didn’t know or need. Electronics, food, excess chairs, random objects from bedrooms and living rooms. We liked the floor and the bed, sometimes the sofa. Closets and bathrooms we didn’t really enter. We bathed with the hose outside once we figured that out and then realized how to use the bathtub and shower… but we preferred the hose outside. It was less restricted.

It was while we were bathing outside, a few days later, that we met the next man to cross our path. He was hungry, too…

The fraternity is well known … to the right people … for the himbos it forms out of its pledges, roughly once a semester. While many of the boys get to join in on the alpha energy, one of the boys that joins… gets to be the one to provide service to his new brothers. The boys all have a special camaraderie with each other. They all like to whip out their dicks, but they don’t like to put it in each other … until the gang bang has been going for a while. Some extra touching is just inevitable. The recipient is a poor boy they have already confirmed will glance at a man. He’s the perfect type to strip and use and put to work. He, like the seemingly mindless naked himbo that brought him his harness after the boys stripped him, would do basically everything for the boys, lifting and running and pushing and sweating. Slowly, after accepting he belonged to them, he dieted as they directed and his body transformed as his mind did also, beefing up and dumbing down. Eventually, employees of the Company will collect him and he will be auctioned to Clients — as good a Product as any. The boys continue school, continue working the himbos they have, continue picking up a new one every few months.

There are as many as six or more himbos in the house. While the himbos and the boys are on a different path, sometimes one of the boys switches to join them. Sometimes he becomes curious and subjects himself next to a new himbo and whether he likes it or not is swept into place with the rest of the himbos. Sometimes it happens when the extra sex starts to happen during a gang bang of one of the himbos. Brothers come and go during those, so sometimes … when a room is full of naked dudes… if one of the boys starts sucking a dick and positions himself so his ass is free, another of the boys is likely to spit on it and force him open. His mouth will be full of cock and when he protests, the brothers inside him will keep him in line. He’ll end up as mindlessly filled with cum as the himbos he used to fuck. When the boys are cleaning up the himbos, the next day, one of them might realize what happened to one of their brothers… but even if he does, that usually just means they clear out his room and throw all his belongings away, so he can sleep naked with the other himbos. A lot of times, it’s one of his closer buddies and when he finds out he missed the chance to put a load in his friend, he’ll get to it right then. When that happens, it invariably means the boy is getting a gang bang all for him.

He spends that very next day getting mindlessly fucked all over again. A second day of being powerless to cock and spunk and cum? When he finally wakes up on the third day, he finds himself in the room with the rest of the himbos. What this means is his tired and taxed mind will see a cock within the first few moments and his recent conditioning will put his mouth around it before he really thinks about it. The first brother that walks by the doorway to the himbo room will absolutely see the suckling himbo’s open ass and use it. Thus, his third day of training begins. The cock pressing into his ass does something to his mind as he swallows cock to the root again; his eyes blink and things come into focus just a bit. He might reach a hand around to hold his ass cheeks open … trying to help … and then the cock pushes his hole open again. The moment arrives quickly — he’s been opened up for two days straight, now — but it also still hits the last nerve of his drained out intelligence. On the second day, the brothers made sure to make cock his breakfast; but this time, he did it to himself. He tries to protest, again, but he’s already got two cocks in him. The himbo in his mouth might be dumb, but he still has a grip on his own dick. The himbo in his mouth might even be a former brother, still tapping the last of his alpha energy but now in a more mindless state. Some of the brothers will of course be interested in the newest himbo’s third day and will arrive to make sure he’s fitting into his new role.

LD

I was looking for a new doctor. I was early for my appointment and the doctor’s previous appointment was running so late, I had to wait a while before finally being able to see and talk to him about switching to him. The receptionist even brought me refreshments — which … didn’t exactly make up for the delay, but also kind of did. That’s some care and concern, that is. Finally, they let me in to see him, taking my shirt. I went into the room, nibbling on the morsel they gave me, and waited a few more moments before he got there. And then it wasn’t even him. The nurse took my vitals and my pants, telling me to hang my underwear on the hook; and then I waited a few more moments.

At long last, he came in and we talked about why I wanted him. I told him about my known issues and the women I’d slept with and that I … really … wanted him. When he sat down, he managed to keep his cock from view, but now and again, he idly ran his fingers through his hair, somewhere. I watched it slide between his fingers as he spoke. Eventually, he said he’d be willing to take me on, but there were some things I had to swallow first. I said that sounded fine and … for some reason, I got on my knees. I don’t know why, but it just … felt … the doctor called me a good boy and I stopped thinking about it.

He stood and approached, leading the way with his groin, resting his junk on my face and calling me a good boy again. I opened my mouth and panted. His heavy dick resting across my eye… made me really want … to lick it. He told me to open up and I did and he pulled his shaft down my face as my tongue dragged until his head could find my entrance. He slid his meat into my open jaw, calling me such a good boy. I was happy to do the right thing for him. He placed his hand against the back of my head when I started getting deep, his cock actually pushing down from the back of my mouth and into my throat. I coughed and gagged, but he lovingly shushed and cooed, never easing up; just steadily filling my throat with the first cock I’ve ever swallowed. Telling me how good a boy I was.

Once fully inserted, my eyes streaming tears and my chin dripping coughed up drool and mouth slime, his grip became firm on my scalp as he rocked inside me a few times. I made no attempt to stop him. I … knew … better? Eventually, he let himself out, allowing me to breathe again. He said he would definitely be taking me on and called one of his nurses in for assistance. They guided me onto the table, pulling me sideways so my … two holes were where they wanted. The doctor held my skull like a beloved item as he coaxed his huge organ into my neck again. The nurse acted independently, spitting on my hole and wiping some of the slime from my chin which I immediately felt wiped into my ass crack.

The nurse’s cock entered me the same way as the doctor: with little leeway given until complete insertion. My holes opened for their massive cocks. I was grateful he took me … used me …. Filled me… each of them in their own time, removing themselves and pushing to my depths yet again. The doctor complimented me on how well I was doing and it eased my anxiety a bit. In again and out again, both of them not caring at all about the other’s rhythm, just …. cock….

The doctor’s thrusts changed in frequency and intensity after a time. Their even and smooth in and out eventually became just jamming right in to the hilt and pulling out again straight away, to ricochet and thrust right back in. Thrusting and thrusting… I was still gagging and coughing. I wasn’t really used to this, but I think I was doing it right. Their thrusts were relentless. I lost track of time as they used me. I felt … okay about that for some reason. The doctor’s moans changed and then he erupted inside me as I started swallowing the second thing. Well, I didn’t exactly swallow it; he just had his cock down far enough, I probably wouldn’t have to… but I did. Like I was drinking, winking my other entrance in a similar way and both of them calling me a good boy.

Spent, the doctor called in another nurse, telling me how well I was doing with the exam. I would have said something in reply or properly greeted the nurse, but I was still swallowing, so I kind of waved… he finished his final thrusts and the nurse expertly filled my hole as soon as the doctor’s cock left my lips. I was glad I wouldn’t have to wait. The doctor thanked me for my patience and promised the exam would be over, soon. Then he left the two nurses to finish. I had no sense of time, anyway. I just laid there getting filled. They did make sure I was still comfortable, but they were rotating; and every time another cock erupted inside me, filling me, drowning me, with spunk, they called me a good boy as their replacement entered the room

Eventually, I was ready for rest; and the doctor returned to help me learn how to do that while two of his nurses continued to fill me. For a few moments, there was no cock in my throat as the doctor fitted me. My jaw could relax and not close on itself as the nurse’s cock returned. The doctor intoned repeatedly what a good boy I was as I drifted to sleep… i dreamed of cock. I dreamed of hugging shaft after shaft of towering penis, kissing and licking and happy, entirely unaware of the men jacking off while I was being stuffed. They ejaculated sperm all over my body as I slept, rocking to the rhythms of the two men

When I woke up, I slowly became aware of my surroundings. I was alone and naked on a small if comfortable bed in the middle of a room. I looked around, but no one was there. I had been bathed. I wasn’t sweaty at all, but cool and dry. I … started to feel panic. What had just happened to me? Where was my doctor? Where was I? What had they done after I went to sleep being filled by uncountable shafts of … cock … my hands went to my holes. I had nothing, not a brace, not even a toy inside me. My breath quickened as I got more worried.

That’s when a door opened and my doctor came in. My bed was at the perfect height that as he walked up, asking how the good boy was doing, I easily turned so his junk would enter my mouth, his balls rested on my eyes and his thighs squeezed my temples and his hair brushed my skin. He petted my chest, telling me it was alright. I swallowed, even though his cock was limp and small, barely reaching the back of my mouth; but I swallowed again. He patted and calmed me. It was reassuring, but, not as much as having his cock in my mouth — but that, not as much as having cock properly inside me. Still he reassured me.

Right up to the moment a pair of hands lifted my ankles and a cock began stretching my other entrance. It was tight and I winced, clamping my jaw a little around man’s cock. The doctor made an excited noise and I heard his voice telling good boy to be gentle while I felt his cock swelling in my cavity. I swallowed and guided his thickening flesh to my throat and as he began to block my breathing, he also began to thrust. The other cock had fully inserted, then fully exited, and was already gaining speed on the thrusts — both my holes already quite good at accepting their purpose.

I am for cock.

Everything was so meticulous about my belongings and my clothes and which cabin and what time and so much checking and double checking that I was strangely surprised to find another man in my room. I knew this was my assignment, though, so I proceeded to the bed and he made no move to stop me. For some reason, neither of us said anything, the entire time. We got to the room, surveyed the layout in the light and then entered darkness for our slumber. I laid down on the bed and turned over. He laid beside me and turned with me, reaching an arm around my torso as he pressed his body into mine. His hips worked until I felt something long and stiff get between my cheeks.

Laying there, he gently humped me from behind, pressing himself right on my hole. I could feel him beginning to slip. He must be dripping a good amount of precum. Having never received a penis in this way, I had no idea what I should do, but for some reason I wasn’t stopping this. I let it happen. It was as if I were here for this. For ages, he continued his slow and gentle humping, coating his own mushroom and my hole in his slippery secretion — my hole getting more and more accustomed to the pressing of his thick flesh, he finally pushed me open enough to enter. I was surprised and clenched, but it did no good. He held fast. He was inside. Slowly, he began to move again and I began to relax again. Now, though, he was coating his entire shaft as he entered me deeper and deeper, the gentleness subsiding for a steady thrusting until he was pounding my hole, lifting a leg up so he could get deeper inside. I began jacking off as he fucked. I was being fucked.

I’ve never been fucked. I wasn’t thinking when I jerked my cock. I didn’t even remember getting naked. I’m supposed to sleep, because I have … things … to do in the morning, but … I can’t get enough of his cock. I jerk until I orgasm. I jerk until he orgasms. When he finally stops fucking, our sweaty bodies lying there, breathing in the dark… he starts moving again and I feel him entering and leaving, entering and leaving… I never want it to end, but I drift to sleep as he begins to pound me anew. In the morning, I wake and gather my things. I get dressed, but with much haste. I’m late. I’m late leaving and I don’t want to leave… I leave my assigned rest cabin feeling a new yearning to be filled.

On my way out, I pass the lobby and catch eyes with the receptionist. He asks me how I enjoyed my cabin and I say I enjoyed it fine. He asks if I want another night and my response is automatic. Yes, I want another night. He says the same cabin isn’t available, but they do have rooms I can take. I don’t hear him say how many nights I’m reserving, but I hand over my things… somewhere in there is my payment method. The receptionist accepts my things with a smile, setting them behind his counter and giving me my new room number. I don’t … recognize… but I’m only wearing pants that are unbuttoned, shoes that are untied and a neck tie that isn’t even tight around my bare neck.

I find my new room and see a new man, there. Just like my first room, there seems to be someone else assigned, here, but he’s naked. I say hi. I … undress and leave the few items neatly by the door and with the sun still rising into the sky, I find the bed and lie on my stomach, I spread my legs and I wait for my roommate. The other man crawls onto the bed, straddling me until he lowers himself, entering me. I am relieved to feel that pressure inside me again, rising as his cock fills me. My eyes roll in my head as he finds his depth and begins to thrust, to pound.

In the morning… I don’t remember any desire to leave. I don’t remember my clothes. I don’t remember who fucked me in the night. I only know I am alone and desire a man. I wait by the door until it opens and a man in a suit enters…

He applied for a job at the Company; but instead of working inside the building, they sent him home with some equipment to test for them.

All he had to do was set up the stand and take the first photo.

The flashing and the subliminal audio, combined with the Tools he absorbed through the wrapping — the device took a series of photos as the man stripped himself of his clothes, stood there naked for a few moments and then said just one word: “cock”.

At which point, the van left the building to pick up the new Product.

He joined this meeting, because he thought his expertise was crucial to negotiation

He wasn’t aware he had been Targeted

Repeatedly, he was easily convinced to relax, remove his clothes, and let the two men stretch him open

They cum in him and he thinks he’s finished obeying

But when their cocks leave him empty, he gets on his knees to have them fill him up again

He agreed to take part in a promotion, but he didn’t expect … to let himself … to be accosted by a man in the … surprised to be suddenly pressed against the wall, but not feel any sudden urge to retaliate… he let himself be thrown into the wall by the other figure… who gyrated into him, tweaked his nipples and raised his shirt and rubbed his torso and even licked his nipples… and he let it happen. Just as suddenly, the man stopped and departed. No words, just immediate and unannounced withdrawal… and he couldn’t move. The sensations still reverberated through his mind. The strength, the domination, the masculinity, the manhood…

Still leaning into the wall and flexing muscles in bliss, another man entered and found him… and then took things a step further…

Hey! 🐻🥵🥵🍞

They’ve been roommates for ages. Really good friends, but never sexual partners. Their closest friends have seen it, tho. The way they look at each other, they just needed a little extra something … I’m just a photographer, but I see this in people, too. One of their friends hired me, explained the platonic situation and the gift of a photo session. I accepted and provided a small pouch of holiday sweets to be given to the pair of friends. Often, the pair never come in for their photos, because they’ve already been picked up in a Company van and taken to the stables. When they do arrive for their photos, having not tried the sweets, I provide them many alternatives prior to escorting them to their private booth. A photo session ensues, but one which does its best to get the unwitting pair out of their clothes and into each other. Layers are removed, but there is no space to change clothes when alternative outfits are suggested. They change into new clothes, by then needing the slightest encouragement; after which they are told to remove the clothes and they obey to their nudity to continue photos. They obey directives like a cock in a mouth and then the receiver loses control as he takes control and his friend lets him fuck.

The pair put a few loads on or in each other before the Company van arrives.

Getting ready for Christmas

He told me he was having some kind of a problem, so I agreed to meet him around the corner. He wanted private, but he also wanted secret, so we didn’t go into a bathroom or some place more sensible for when he started taking off his clothes. His torso was muscular and furry, although I don’t really know if that’s what he wanted me to look at. Why else reveal his skin like that? He said there had been some swelling, but everything looked fine to me. He said he had one more thing to show me and started unbuckling. He did it quietly, at first. The metal clinked a few times as he opened his zipper and then pushed down, revealing a jock strap. We both know I’ve got no interest here, so I know this isn’t some kind of come on, but I do begin to speculate, staring down his abs to the bulge in the only fabric hiding his junk. I …

But then he keeps pushing, because the bulge of the jock isn’t the whole thing. A massive, thick hunk of man, as hunky as any man’s whole body, finally sprung free of the pants — unsuccessfully contained by the small fabric pouch. His voice beggs me to take a closer look and I drift down to him, leaving the body behind, though he watches me descend. He comes to my face and I dearly want to rest my cheek against the shaft. I can’t believe there’s a cock I’d be interested in, because I’ve seen so many cocks and not wanted them, but this… why do I long for him so much when I’ve only just seen his glory for the first time. I do rest my cheek against him for a moment and then I lift and lick, taken by an urge beyond thought, I lick the flesh of the shaft of man cock and feel glad. I lick a few times, dragging my tongue across the spunky, musky surface. As I do, a hand settles on my head and communicates with me, guides me. He guides my limp open mouth to the end of his cock and presses into me, petting me and encouraging me to swallow, encouraging me to give in. I don’t know what I’m giving in to. I gave in ages ago. Now, I only obey and the cock is demanded inside me, so in must he go.

I was warned. That is, I was made fully aware of the kind of things I would be made to wear if I lost this bet. Some of it restrictive, some of it … invasive; and some of it, supposedly, freeing.

There was this story I’d heard about a guy who … well, it changed his life and he never wanted to leave. I mean, anyone can choose to stop doing a thing, right? Story goes he agreed to one day, but by the time I heard, it had been a couple of weeks and the man still hadn’t uttered a proper sentence. One guy said there had to be some kind of hypnosis involved. The few stories I’ve heard never really talk much about the winner of the bet, so it’s hard to trace any truth in these rumors.

So I was in a pub, having a good time with some guys, some of them friends - when I get into it with a guy who says if he wins the bet, I have to be a pup for a whole day. He says to me pads for comfort, but also mitts, cuffs, a collar a tail a leash and maybe something for my mouth. So I lost the bet and … no, wait, the bet actually was the gear … or no… well, anyway, it was just a day. At the end of a day, I would be clear to remove myself.

So I got fitted, someone actually took a look at me with my clothes off and either made or found some gear that fit me real close and snug and a dildo went up my ass. First thing they did was assure me I was getting no sex and they proved it by putting a cage around my dick. I couldn’t get hard if I wanted to. The pads on my knees made walking around so much easier. And they were right about how comfortable the mitts were. My hands didn’t mind being in this one bit. It did hide my fingers, tho, so I was way more at his mercy. I trusted him, tho. The cuffs he put at my wrists and ankles were interesting. On some level I felt they were decorative, but there was clearly a use in putting a ring on each limb. They could tie me up so many different ways with those. One thing master said was important for this day was the leash and collar. There were a ton of guys who’d want to see the gear I was wearing and he needed a way to be sure I didn’t get lost in a crowd. These leash was also important because of the next things. I couldn’t talk anymore, because of a face … um … thing… my jaw was stuck open around either a ball or a longer thing. I kind of liked how the longer thing filled my mouth, but every time master took it out for inspection, it was a little bit longer going back in. Master inspected it until it was the perfect size to help me swallow, but I could still get air, it just kept my breathing slow. The other thing was the tail. This way, I could wag when I was happy. The tail came from the end of a … something I wore in my … this one I was less fond of, but master took great care to fit me properly. Once I was in, I had a way to confirm I was enjoying myself. There, stuck on all fours and drooling around a mouthful, I wagged my tail to let him know everything fit. He called me a good boi and sent me to bed. My day as a pet would soon begin.

Waking up was a new experience. All these things reminding me I’m a pup. The new pressure and comfort in the various things I was wearing. Master asked how I was feeling and I wagged my tail. I was not expecting the sensation of… as the huge rubber tail wagged back and forth, I felt … inside, I felt it moving back and forth and I lost focus for a moment. Master called me a good boi and petted my head. For some reason, that felt … good… The rest of the time, I found myself surprised at a lot of things that … felt good. I did only as I was told. There was a bit of breakfast, but I didn’t have to make or do anything with it. Master plugged a small tube onto my face piece and then pushed my food through. I felt it coming out in the back of my mouth and swallowed. It wasn’t a big breakfast, but it didn’t taste bad … I think. Later in the day, Master did want to clean everything. He took me to the wash room and soaped me up. He took some of the stuff from me to clean underneath, but only one thing at a time. He reassured me the whole time, with pets and scratches. When he was done, I thanked him by leaning into him. I wagged my tail a bit and felt it wagging inside me. It felt so good I actually moaned. Master called me a good boi. I actually was starting to … be fond of looking up at him, the belt buckle at the base of my vision and his matted wet torso rising above, topped by his bearded smiling face. I wagged some more and moaned again. Playfully, he grabbed at my swinging tail, bumping it sometimes and sending waves deep inside me. Finally, he said he needed to check that piece, so he replaced it with another. It was a little easier going in and out, this time, but I do think the new one was actually a little bigger inside me. Longer, I think. Finally, he got me ready for bed and said I had a big day ahead.

So now, I’m one of those stories. I’m one of those stories, because he takes care of me so well, all day, tending my body and keeping me prepared … for my day as his pet. Little by little, I forget. My old life gets further and further back in my mind until there is only my Master and obeying him. There is only being ready to wake up under his command. But he is kind. I’m trained to communicate some important things when my mouth is free. I’m fed and cared for, but I am required to tell him if I need cock. He only touches me when he cleans me. It isn’t like that. But I do have to tell him if I feel the urge to… I’m not allowed to talk but for one basic sound that I make if my mouth is open when I swallow. The easiest thing to say when he takes the brace out of my mouth and it sounds like cock. It’s perfect, because all I want is to cum. Unfortunately, Master doesn’t know exactly what I mean, so he and the boys produce their cocks. Some of them are hard already and some of them soft. When Master asks me what I want, I think of having an erect cock and cumming, so I approach and nuzzle the hard cocks. My open mouth keeps making the sound until one of them grips my head and aims his hard flesh where my brace goes. I never wanted to swallow cock before, but this one fit so well inside me. He did push deeper than I’m used to, but I was relieved to have something there. Sliding in and out of me was a newer sensation, but it meant I had time to breathe, because when he pushed me to his root, I couldn’t quite inhale. Men’s voices around me called me a good boy. I wagged my tail and felt the pressures inside me, rolling my eyes into my head; unprepared for the wave of happiness at all these sensations.

That was my first experience with a man’s cum and most of it went straight into my belly. He pulled a slobbery and thick wet cock from my throat and there were instantly three others in my face. At random I happily and obediently let my face fall on one of them and then his hands held me while he found his rhythm. Hands began to pet me all over and even play with my tail. I felt them pushing my tail further in, not just side to side. One of them played with it in and out and in and out until he pulled it free. I didn’t quite like the feeling, but he put something right back. Hands grabbed my hips and a long object entered me, filling me up, pushing deeper than I’d ever felt before until I felt his body rest against my butt cheeks, thighs against my hamstrings. My groin felt a fire, but the cage held me fast while I obeyed my Master. It was not appropriate for my cock to wag around without permission. Instead I dripped everywhere. While the cocks kept their rhythm for my spit roasting, Master touched my penis and played with my pre. He also called me such a good boy. My leash was not connected and neither were my cuffs, there, between those two men, they were my second and third for the afternoon, but they were not the last. After the last, I was exhausted and dripping fluids of countless men’s cocks from everywhere. A few of them jerked off and came across my face or shoulders or wherever else. Master cleaned me up quite tenderly and then got me ready for bed, fitting all my accessories back in place where they belonged and telling me to get rest before my day as his pet.

I woke to Master removing my mouth piece so I could receive his morning wood. As he relieved himself into me, he greeted someone else into the room, welcoming them to use me. The bigger dildo was wiggled and removed and easily filled with the cock. Now spit roasted again, I began to pre, taken by the stuffing of cock. I never questioned any of it, not one step of my reprogramming was resisted. My Master made me into his new pet and I … believed I was still waiting for that day to begin.

One of our Clients requested a carefully low dose for his Target. As such, their Target was given a shower with a minimal dose dissolved in the water.

As requested, he will now be subjected to many routine activities, however his … reprogramming… will take much longer.

In fact, when we shut the water off and our Hooks moved in to encourage him to the next room, he was dismayed to be naked with them around and requested clothes before being moved.

The practiced Hooks gave him some space while insisting his clothes would be along shortly; that in the mean time, there were other preparations.

Docile enough with a little pressure, he agreed to follow them to a dry room, where he was able to sit and relax — albeit still covering himself with the other men around.

The men engaged him, physically, but not yet sexually. Slowly, he relaxed enough to stop covering his naughty bits and even engaged some banter about everyone’s dick size.

A macho attitude emerged as one of the Hooks was challenged to mouth the Target’s cock. The Hook feigned resistance to the idea before satisfying the Target with some brief oral.

He was cornered, then, to allow one of the other men’s cocks to enter his mouth and the rest began to crowd around him.

The Client watched in secret as a tongue grazed the Target’s back hole and this reminded him he was naked with a bunch of strange men and his resistance returned for a time.

Smiling, the Client watched his sensibility eroded for a second time, until his cock was inside an ass. He was coaxed to orgasm and then once again cornered to permit the other men to penetrate him.

The Company had given the Client one way to interact with his Target during reprogramming: a button to flicker the lights in such a way as to clear the Target’s mind and reawaken to his fading old mind.

His Target was so resistant to the program that he held the button, waiting for the right moment to once again fuck his brain in the middle of gay sex.

That time came as the Target had been coerced into a spit roast, but with two cocks pushing into his back hole and two more demanding his hands’ attention.

With five cocks thoroughly pleasuring themselves using parts of his body and his eyes rolling back into his head with the rising flood of pleasure, the lights flickered.

His hands first gripped before they opened in dismay; but his mouth and ass were not his, already. Clearly desiring to remove the cock from his mouth, the one thing he refused to consider was biting down on the man meat filling him.

Though his arms flailed and his hands found parts of the three men inside him, he had no leverage at all to remove himself, so his hands kept searching … until they found the cocks again and he gripped them.

Only this time, he gripped them for stability and reassurance. The Client witnessed how, as the Target’s hands found and welcomed cock inside them once again, his throat relaxed again and the cock slid back in again, too.

The cocks in his ass basically never stopped fucking him, taking turns rubbing against the other, holding his legs aside as they retrained his new cock hole.

After a few minutes, the Client used the button again. Each time, the Target was further along, but still refreshed and filled with renewed struggle.

Thus, the Client watched his Target fall over and over again into his upcoming role as cum dump. He hadn’t been introduced to cum quite yet; but that moment was approaching…

His new owner had many weeks’ worth of plans for his lightly dosed pet’s reorientation.

Dan Darlington