He Stands There, Dazed, Unsure Of How He Got Out Of Bed Or Even Where He Is. His Buttons Keep Coming

The last thing he did deliberately was enter the building. The receptionist apologized for blindsiding him with a spritz in the face. It smelled musky and thick, unpleasant and made him wince, but didn’t last long. In truth, by the time the receptionist was done apologizing, the unpleasant aspect of the aroma was gone; and as he stared at the receptionist’s face, all he could think of was men. The two of them were men. Sure men of the clothes, but underneath it, too. He didn’t know what the receptionist said and tried to say something. There was only one thing his men could say about the next thing on his men.

In fact, by the time the receptionist had finished apologizing, the Tools that landed on his skin and were inhaled directly to his lungs were having their effect on him. Few men have tried to describe it while it happens, but many more have simply watched the change that happens to them. The most concentrated doses have a proven effectiveness in mere seconds. Maybe not sexual at first, but almost always immediately any change is recognized. How long before he manages to get one of his holes onto a cock varies by circumstance, but in the building, there are enough men willing to help a guy out.

The receptionist smiles as the man opens his mouth and says “fuck” as he tries to remember. The receptionist guides him a little. “Men?” He smiles wide at the word and relaxes, letting out a breath. “Yes, men. My … in my…” he’s a bit confused, now, though. He’s not sure where some of the thoughts are leading him, but it’s very clear: “men in me.” The receptionist smiles, reaching a hand over the counter and guiding him to the end. “Absolutely, sir. You are for cock.” It’s an epiphany to hear the word. Right after that, the receptionist emerges from the end of the desk and he can see the man isn’t wearing anything more than his shirt; and he has a penis showing, hanging below the hem. “I am for cock.” He stares for just a moment, the clarity ringing in his head, reverberating, filling him with cock in the final rewrite of his brain to yearn for cock inside his holes. He didn’t notice anyone messing with his pants, but when he bent down to put the reception… the re… he put the man’s cock in his mouth and pulled the shirt out of his way, feeling someone spread his cheeks and begin licking his ass.

Some time later, he was on his back on a bed, between those two men, being pounded and filled by their cocks.the only pause was when they changed positions, sometimes one of his holes got a break for a few minutes, but one of them was thrust full of cock. Even when, hours later, one of them finally brought himself over the edge to spray him with cum, there was another man waiting to join, getting undressed behind him. As long as he was being filled with cock, he was happy.

Because he cold called people for a living, Scott called a lot of people, but was rarely called himself. So when he got a call from a customer complaining about all the cold calls he was about to hang up but  found that the guy had a really  attractive voice. It was nice and relaxing to listen to and he found himself indulging the man by listening to what he had to say.

He suddenly realised he had dozed off and, checking the clock, saw that the man on the phone had been talking to him for over an hour.

He appologised  to the man, surprising himself with how much he meant it, and then foundhimself booking into a ceminar on cold calling the man had recomended. When the booking form asked who had recomended it he simply typed ‘Sir’ without thinking about it. There were sure to be  other cold callers there, he wondered if Sir himself would be  there.

He sat there in his chair, wondering if he should give up the cold calling job, not noticing that his shirt was unbuttoned and his hairy chest muscles exposed. And if he felt the soggy mess he had made in his underwear he dismissed it as a sign of how manly he was.

Here to take some photos. That’s all.

But we’d love to remove the belt.

Now raise the shirt a little

Now unbutton and raise the shirt again.

Still not quite right, drop the zipper just a touch and raise the shirt?

Perfect. Now go ahead and slide those down like a good boy.

Now let’s take the shirt out of the picture. Underwear and fur. Nicely done.

Next thing, let’s lose the rest. Just be natural and move. Good boy.

Now, put your mouth around this meat and let yourself drool. That’s it.

Now, lower your hands and let us move it in and out for your. Nice, just swallow when it goes deep.

Such a good boy. Someone’s going to massage your rear while we do this, just relax and enjoy yourself.

Good boy. Feel that pressure help you relax. Swallow deep and feel that massage go deeper, in and out.

In and out, good boy, drooling so much for that meat, aren’t you. Feels good inside your ass, doesn’t it, boi.

That one’s going to erupt inside you, just swallow. Good boy, let it drip when it spills. Good boy.

New meat for you, boi, just swallow like the last one. No more pictures, just a good boi

Sometimes it's fun to watch the awkward stages during training. He's still a bit phobic about his attraction to other men.

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 …

His interest is in training his body for looks. He does as the trainer says in every session, doing everything the trainer says will give him the body he wants. This position is often used once it is introduced. There are others like it; ones the trainer will make slight changes to as he provides the target with energy drinks which have more tools in them than water. The target doesn't notice when they are alone in their routine. He doesn't question as they shower together each time. He isn't deterred when they start lifting before they finish dressing. They sit there, trainer on top, quite naked. The trainer, the hook, has his ass lubed and ready as it hovers above the target's crotch. The hook motivates the target with words that arouse. The target's cock rises into the hook's lubed ass. The target's cock is covered in the tainted lube on the hook's ass cheeks and rises further into them. The hook knows how to move and directs the cock right to his hole and into his ass. The target is no longer lifting weights, but lifting the hook as an excuse to drop him and thrust his cock in. He doesn't even know he does it. His mind is almost gone and for the moment entirely subdued. He fucks the target until he cums. Then his mind returns, if only enough to stand and stumble. The hook's cock is now before his face and his mind is lost, again. He impales himself on the cock, slobbers and swallows it and is never himself again.

They never quite recognize they're doing it, but he's pushing his last remaining connection to his old life right off all on his own.

See the hole and push into it. Feel the undulation and draw closer. The hole is you and you are cock. Stuff your hole with cock and go deeper still. Deeper, pup. You can always go deeper.