At First, Ron Was Irritated He'd Been Pushed Into The Water. He Fully Planned To Get In, After All. As

Bernard loved getting fucked by Dinnis. Feeling the entire length of his shaft rubbing its way through his innards; the eternity of that sensual agony once Dinnis had inserted his erection. Dinnis never came quickly and it could literally be hours and non-stop. Bliss for Bernard. Feeling that amorphous warmth as he ejaculated those massive amounts of Centaurian cum into him; stuffed him with that liquid joy. He loved how that cum would drip from his ass, or off of his lips, as Dinnis slid his spent and quivering meat, finally, all the way out.

It wasn’t the only the thing they ever did, but… one day in three it was.

This was the life.

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

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.

"They get you in your sleep," he warned. "They hit you with something that knocks you much deeper than merely asleep and take you to their farm. For as long as they like (and probably for the rest of your life) they milk you for cum. Machines stimulate you and milk you nonstop, even when you’re sleeping. They just keep pumping you for load after load. Hell knows when or how they feed you, but you never move." It all sounded far fetched. "Hang on," I said to him, "how do you even know what they do with you when they kidnap you?" "I don’t. This is a dream. They picked you up a long time ago. You won’t care about leaving when you wake up, though. It feels too good. It’s bliss and they just give it to you."

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.

I’m telling you, you’re sexy. Look in mirror, see that? Open shirt. Good. See, sexy? Take off shirt, open pants, good boi. Better, right? Remove pants, and enjoy yourself. Nice erect cock, good boi. Sexy fuck. Now, suck my cock you sexy slave fuck. Good boi. Good cock-boi, good.

In a Free Use City, there are two ways you can get promoted. You can put in the hard work by taking on extra responsibilities, going longer hours, and putting in the initiative. Or… you can sleep your way to the top. In a Free Use City, sleeping your way to the top isn’t frowned upon but instead highly encouraged. Especially by your bosses.

While everyone tries to sleep their way to the top, you’d be surprised to know that most people get promoted through hard work. Because… In a Free Use City, sleeping your way to the top is actually harder to achieve than putting in the work of the job.

When you decide to sleep your way to the top, you are heavily surveyed and judged based on your ability and skill of fucking and pleasing your bosses. The committee that makes the decision all must be pleased with your individual performances.

Even lost in the throes of pleasure, they remain focused on how well your pretty lips looked wrapped around their thick cocks, how deep you can take them down your throat, how much you can hallow your cheeks and swirl your tongue around their lengths. They count how long they can deep throat you and the amount of time it takes before your tears are dripping down to their heavy balls. Some count more tears as a positive while others consider it a negative.

The next part of the evaluation has them slowly moving down to your holes. They evaluate how turned on you got just from sucking them off. Similarly, some wanna see you leaking buckets while others wanna prep you themselves. They dip their fingers inside of you, teasing you just right. Analyzing how tight you are and how tight you can clench around them.

But they don’t take the time to stretch you. No, that would be cheating on the evaluation form. They need to know how well you can naturally take their fat cocks down your tight core. Some of them give you more points the more you arch and writhe as your body accommodates their girth while others remove points for not just taking it like a good whore.

As they finally properly fuck you, their analytical gaze never wavers. Evaluating your stamina and how quick you bring them to the brink of an orgasm. They have you ride them so they can see your entire body as you bounce on their cocks. So that they can see how deep they’re taking you, their cocks creating a nice pretty bulge in your belly with each brutal thrust. Even the way you cum around their cocks is evaluated and processed in the promotion consideration.

Very few workers meet all the requirements and surpass the points needed to fuck their way to the top. But you don’t care about the odds, you don’t even care all that much about the promotion. You just really wanna fuck all your bosses.

And you end up being the highest scored employee in the history of their company… Congratulations, you’ve just been promoted.

Now and again, he commands me to look up from my position, lovingly devotedly near permanently willfully forever on my hairy hard man master’s cock. My view changes from the small patch of hairy skin just above the shaft that keeps going into my mouth. Instead, I see the hairy belly, chest, pecs neck stubble chin and reassuringly stern face of man god master. I never see his eyes, because he wears glasses that reflect what he sees. I see nothing, because I am nothing but for his cock. I know where I am supposed to be, slobbering swallowing choking gurgling licking worshiping loving master’s cock. Sometimes he orders me to the water room to bathe, cleaning me and refreshing me for my position around the shaft of the manhood essence of master, ready for my belly to be filled with the beloved juices of beloved god man master. As we move about, he orders me to follow or stay and when he stops, I know where I am to be: I am his cock ornament, keeping him wet and hard and throbbing, no thought for myself as I choke and sit with my non breathing nose blocked pressed to him, to master, to the full length of master’s man cock until and after it fills me with his love.