I Invited Them Over For A Swim. I Put On Trunks, Too, Just To Keep Up The Illusion. They Didn't Want

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.

After every swig, he feels the temperature rise and he pulls the zipper down just a bit more. Ever since Dave mentioned how the heat made him want to remove a layer, George felt he thought the same way. George was fumbling with the zipper by the time it was all the way down and Dave helped him make that final separation; not just of the zipper at the base of the shirt, but of his resistance to whatever Dave suggested.

Dave easily switched right to the zipper at Geroge’s pants and helped him out of those, too. At the same time, Dave switched George’s drink. Next, he was drinking the one that would leave him thinking that there was something he wanted that he just wasn’t getting. Then George would be ready for the rest of the guys. Dave and the guys would give him what he wanted; what he now wanted; what he’d be wanting for the rest of his days: cock. Cum. Cock and then cum.

George wanted cock. So when the rest of the guys came in completely naked and all staring at him, Geroge was suddenly very happy. He didn’t smile, though, not in the normal way. George’s new smile was an open mouth. George got plenty of what he wanted from then on. He swallowed cock and drank cum until all the guys stopped giving it to him. Then, he fell asleep between Dave’s legs; his tired body mostly asleep, his mouth suckling Dave’s temporarily limp cock.

Dave had a new sex toy. He was most pleased with it.

At my favourite club wierd things started to happen. One night my best friend, Jack disappeared for almost an hour, and when he came back his clothes were gone, he was half naked and he only wore red gym shorts. I tried to talk with him, but it seemed that he had been drugged. He didn’t recognise me, instead he asked me to look in his eyes and he told me that he wants me as his cocksucer mate. It was wierd. Like his eyes were glowing as I stared at him. I felt dizzy. My mouth ran dry and the thought started to arouse me that I may wrap my lips around his cock. But… Wait a minute… I’m not gay, and he is my best friend. I can’t do that. I snapped out, and ran away. He didn’t come after me, instead he turned to the guy behind him, and talked with him. Probably he told him the same, because in a minute the guy kneeled before him, and started to kiss Jack’s cock through his silky shorts. Insane… At the middle of the club… Something was really wrong. They headed to the toilet. I followed them, and pushed my ears to the door. I heard moans from the room, and Jack was speaking. Something monotonous. Something about surrender. Something about getting more recruits. Something about receiving Masters power by swallowing something. Geez, I hope they are not doing what I was thinking of… I rushed back to the bar, as I heard that they are about coming out. I saw Jack exiting the room first with a half hard cock under his red shorts, then the guy followed him, half naked, wearing similar shorts. They started to discuss with two other guys. I had enough. I was threatened by what happened. It’s like a horror movie or an invasion. I had to go home.

At night I got no sleep. All I could think was Jakes glowing eyes, and what I felt. It’s strange, but I still got hard if I thought about kissing his bulge through his shorts. I could feel the hardness of his cock while the fabric is stroking my lips. I started to fantasise. I imagined the situation when I didn’t run away and kept staring in his mesmerizing eyes. I saw myself in the toilet as I kiss and luck his cock while it’s hard enough to fuck me. I saw myself exposing my hole to Jake to penetration, while my mind became foggier and foggier. What should they swallow to gain power? Who is their Master? How would he look like? What is his purpose? There were so many questions I couldn’t cum. I need to find out. I got dressed and got back to the club. When I entered I saw more than 20 guys wearing only those red satin shorts. The girls already left the club. When I looked around almost everybody had his red shorted mate. Some of them were worshipping their cocks to make it hard. Some of them were fucked by their shiny shorts invader. I was stunned and frightened, but my curiosity kept me in. I wanted to walk further, but Jack and three other guys stepped in front of me.

"He said you will come back. The spell on you was stong enough to plant the seed of submission in your head. But He said you are dangerous yo be given powers. Nobody should snap out of our binding. Therefore you will be given another role. We are all Masters slave, and soon you will be a slave too. But you will be degraded. You will be the slave of the top four slaves. The first ones. You will worship them… You will be their asslicker fagott with no will of your own. You will be their human toilet if they decide so. Because they are the most powerful ones. The favourites of Master. The ones who got part of their free will back."

I couldn’t say a word. All four were staring at me. No matter where I looked, they were everywhere. I knew it makes no sense to fight. I have to surrender to them, and accept my place as the slave of the four shiny shorts god. I dropped on my knees. They stood in a circle around me, all of them looking down at me, hypnotizing me at once. Because this was hypnosis, the most powerful one. I looked up to Jake and said:

"I’m sorry that I ran away I wasn’t ready. Now I am. Please forgive me Master. " I almost cried when I reached for his shorts to kiss his bulge. He accepted my apology and grabbed my head to control me. He pulled my head into his crotch so I couldn’t feel anything but him. His hard cock… The intoxicating scent of cum in the shorts. I was in heaven. Then he turned me to the other boys crotch and made me kiss them.

"You are not only my slave, but theirs also. You need to please and love them just as much as me."

I started to kiss the bulge of the guy whom Jake first captured. He looked down on me with an evil grin on his face, spat on me, and said:

"You are ours, fagott!"

I thanked the spit and kept worshipping his cock like I’ve been doing this in my entire life.

He thinks it’s a little odd that wearing headphones is now part of the uniform. He doesn’t notice the shift in clientele for the day. Neither does he think it odd as his manager stops him every few minutes and instructs him to remove another article of clothing.

“No more jackets.” “No more ties.” “No more belts.”

Billy does enjoy the tunes he gets to listen to, though he does start to get really thirsty. Luckily, the manager told them there was some water in the back they were welcome to, should that happen. Billy went to the back, found the cups laid out for them, grabbed one, downed it and turned to go back to the front. The manager stopped him and said “No more shoes.”

Billy complied.

As Billy roamed the store, asking customers if they needed help and checking items were still in their proper places, he couldn’t help but feel very positive about the way many of the men were openly watching him. It seemed they were watching him more than they were checking the merchandise.

“No more buttons.” He heard his manager say. Well, his shirt and pants both had those, so they had to go. Of course, this meant Billy had no way to carry the device that fed him the tunes, but Billy really didn’t have any need for it anymore, anyway. He handed the manager the pants, shirt and headphones and returned to his meandering. Down to socks, briefs and an A shirt, Billy found himself feeling very lithe and limber. He got thirsty, again, and returned for another cup of water.

“No more shirts.” “No more socks.” Billy heard these as he made his way to the back. He didn’t even notice they weren’t spoken by his manager, but by all those sexy men that seemed to not just watch him, but follow him around.

The manager was near the back door, so before Billy went for that second cup, he asked for a moment to talk to him. “I don’t think it’s right for me to be wearing so much.” Billy’s manager seemed to agree.

The manager smiled and said “Well, you take it off if it’s making you uncomfortable.” Right there on the spot, with no concern for all the men who’d chosen him out of all the other now nearly naked employees wandering aimlessly about the store, Billy removed the last of his clothing.

“Now,” said Billy’s manager, “no more water. I have something else for you to swallow.” Billy was led a short distance to a group of men who were all preparing their cocks for Billy. Billy was directed to sit in the middle of a circle of them. “You sit right down there and swallow as much as you like.”

Billy was thrilled. After all that walking around and doing nothing, he was finally going to be able to take some time on the job and work ever so hard on as much cock as would put itself in front of him, or beside him or behind him. Billy swallowed a lot of cock. Billy started to get tired, but he never wanted to stop swallowing cock. So much cock, so much cum spitting at him. Such bliss. Spewing cum on his face, in his mouth—Billy swallowed all he could and then some.

Eventually, Billy’s manager came back and said that was enough and it was time to close. Billy was taken to a room in the back, with all the other chosen employees. They had some time to themselves before the manager came back. They all found it irresistible, the amount of cum covering them all. They got in a good fuck and licked it all off while the manager took bids from his clients.

When the auction was ended, the manager returned to guide them all to the showers. They cleaned, they fucked some more, they were led to the room where they would sleep.

In the morning, they would be woken and delivered to their new Masters.

He struggles, because he knows about the Tools. See, he believed he was about to fuck one of the bois in the stable. He was lying on the bed with his pants down, waiting to dominate one of the mindless pets the Company keeps.

Except that the man who walked in wasn’t one of the docile ones, but one of the trained Hooks, a perpetually tainted man who fucked the Tools right into other men.

He waited on the bed, idling on his phone and wearing nothing but his shirt as he anticipated the mindless reprogrammed cum dump.

All at once, the larger man was on top of him. He was only surprised, at first, as the man laid his entire weight on top of him; but then he tried to move and the man gripped him. He tried to shift his weight underneath, but the man shifted his and pressed down on him. The Hook’s cock dripped precum that was very effective lube. He began to struggle even more as he felt the slippery cock pressing into his sphincter. Now, he knew. Now, he understood the man on top of him was going to dose him and he would soon lose his mind to Cock. Lose his mind to Lust.

He clenched his ass and flexed his muscles as much as he could, but he was no match for this muscled man. His breathing was stifled and he could feel — slip! — the cock entered his ass, the pre giving more than adequate ability to slide right inside, now that his sphincter was opened around the shaft. He felt it enter and leave in little movements as he continued to struggle and force the cock … his struggling became halted movements and he began to realize the man’s hands were coated as well. He was already breathing in … breathing in the scent of man … could feel the cock sliding deeper … he moaned in spite of himself. Some of the tension in his muscles faded, but the Hook held fast, sliding his cock freely into the restrained boy. His eyes rolled back in his head as the cock began to bump his prostate. He moaned again, unable to refuse the pleasure he was already beginning to feel.

The boy’s resistance faded and the Hook’s grip loosened. Another man entered the room and the boy momentarily found renewed energy, but the new man pressed a hard cock onto his face and he could think of nothing but to lick it. First, he licked the hand that covered his mouth, so the hand moved and the cock entered his parted lips. He tried to refuse, again, but … he just swallowed, welcoming the cock deeper toward his throat. Meanwhile, the man on top of him began to fuck. He helped himself in and out of the boy’s ass as the boy’s attention was entirely on the shaft sliding down his throat.

The boy convinced himself that perhaps they would leave him alone when they were done, even though he knew what was happening. He knew the dangers of this Company. He had not been vigilant enough and now he was at the mercy of … Targeted by another member of the Company and soon to lose his mind to a new will for cock. He slowly allowed it to happen, slowly convinced himself to go along, unable to remind himself that this was exactly how he would lose himself to the reprogramming, unable to resist any further.

The two Hooks fucked until they filled him with tainted cum

Only they weren’t tainted.

This was just a trick against him. The boi submitted himself to cock entirely of his own will, took the man’s cocks deep into him and let them cum there and then welcomed the replacements. Meanwhile, the man who Targeted him was watching. With pleasure, he observed the way the boi allowed himself to become a cock slut without any help from the Tools. All night, the boi welcomed cock after cock into his used holes, until he was exhausted. Then, he was allowed to rest. When he awoke, he would find his mind was still his own, but then he would go through it all over again — fucked and used, made to believe he was dosed by the Tools, only to later learn he had submitted himself. He would either resign to the reprogramming and eventually actually learn to love cock or his new owner would finally choose to actually use the Tools and turn him into the mindless cum dump he kept expecting he already was

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

It’s a great way to relax. You’re not all the way on the floor, but you’re not relying on balance and the weight is very comfortably distributed. You can even get a massage while you’re there. With our program, it’s a very different massage than some people might think. Our massage is very deep. You have to be very relaxed for this kind of deep inner massage. You’re lucky we gave you something for that. When you’re new to the massage, we start in the back. When you’re more familiar, we tend to begin in the front. Later, we just set you down and set the cock loose on you. You’re very loose by then.

“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.

Hehe. Fuzzy. He was fuzzy. Things were fuzzy. His mind was fuzzy. Coach had recommended the one-on-one training. There had been exhausting physical training and a lot of juice. Hehe. Juice. Kevin wanted more juice. He’d been a little lightheaded so coach put him in the shower. The water was so good he even drank some. Now the shower was done and his towel was slipping off. Coach was just standing there. Standing there with his big hard dick Kevin was sure would be juicy if Kevin worked on it long enough. Kevin wanted to salivate all over coach's juicy cock. Kevin wanted to work on coach’s cock more than anything in the world.

He woke up wearing something. Actually, he was wearing nothing. He couldn’t look, but he could feel the air on his body—even his balls. His hands were stuck behind his back and his mouth was stuck open. There was a collar around his neck, too; he couldn’t lower his head, very well, stuck looking up just a bit. He was on his knees, but his ankles were stuck together, too.

He was just wondering how he’d been unconscious while in this position when a huge cock arrived in front of him. He gasped, inhaling air through the hole in his face. He could only vocalize as the dick came right for that hole, his sounds only exciting the man.

He squinted as his immobile mouth got its first taste of cock and its introduction to allowing cock to slip right by and force its way down his throat. With everything he was wearing, there was no stopping that man’s hairy pubes from bouncing on his face. He liked it, though. He was a little surprised about that, but he liked it anyway.

He settled into this position, getting fucked in the face. When something started playing with his ass, he guessed right, what was getting forced on him next, and arched his back. His posture excited the men. The cock in his mouth was suddenly replaced by a different cock and he tasted a difference. Man musk was cockalicious regardless, but the tastes… he wanted more.

When the men were done fucking him, his opened mouth poked around at the tired men, just like a puppy looking for scraps. The men knew they’d found their new cum pup and had him fitted for ears, tail and paws. It didn’t matter who he once was. He was now their cock dog.