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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.

The final celebratory act of the ceremonial graduation was the flinging of the underpants. Henceforth, they would be nude but for their own fur.

He thinks he’s about to start training our man. Our man is a hook, a saturated one who’ll do a lot of sweating and need a lot of physical encouragement to the workout routine. Soon the target will have problems keeping his hands off our hook. Soon, he’ll advise they be naked so he can “monitor muscle movement”. When our hook mentions a massage, he won’t think twice. He’ll tell our hook to lie down and start to work his hands all over the sweaty saturated hook’s body. He’ll massage every protruding muscle until satisfaction. Satisfaction comes when we say it does.

Narratives

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"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."

What was on the telly, some sort of sport? Lots of men breathing heavily, it sounded quite engaging. Much like rugby, a bunch of men all over each other.

He gets very curious, so he peeks around the corner. When he finds out it’s not on a screen, when he sees that maybe he could join those men all over each other, he starts to understand how much he wants to. Without really thinking about it, he starts to untie his shorts and take steps closer.

He tried to squirm, but we were too sweaty for him. My grip held and there was nothing he could do about it. My cock was hard as a rock. All I had to do was find his hole and enter it. He fought me the hardest when my mushroom found his pucker. He squirmed anew and tried to say something — but I just covered his mouth to turn his words into the arousing moans that made my dick even harder, holding him in place as his hole accepted my presence and opened for me. When I felt his lips stretch around me, slipping over my flesh and letting me into his inner warmth, I knew I had him. He squirmed, but he was immediately drained; and the deeper I slipped into him, the less he struggled and the more he moaned into my hand and breathed heavily.

Finally, I was all the way inside and I told him so — whispered it in his ear as I pressed again. Involuntarily, he flexed, pressing his ass into me, compressing those fat bubble butt cheeks of his and pushing another inch of me inside him. He moaned a weak whimper into my hand… and then I began to move. My hips pulled an inch or two out and then pushed them back inside. He whimpered louder into my hand and I did it again, but a little faster. Then again, but I pulled out more and thrust in harder. Then again, and again, and again. He whimpered with every thrust, and continued his moaning as my thrusting became fucking his virgin, sweaty hole. His notes of resistance all melted away as I fucked him longer and harder and he moaned his pleasure to me as his hole opened and accepted my cock, pounding his prostate and filling him like he never before imagined

By the time I came in his hole, he was mine, I even told him so just before I filled his bowels with my sperm. He whimpered some more, now much more tired than when we started, and much sweatier. Then, I rested, fully deep inside him as my cock began to shrink again. He accepted his position on my cock, that day. He accepted it so completely, that when I did pull out, I gave him a plug to keep him open for me. He accepted that he was now in his bed and he rested. I petted him and let him sleep for a few hours.

When I woke him, I taught him his next lesson. My cock does not need the rest he needs. This time, he came before I did. I had him lick it up while I kept fucking him and told him to imagine it was my seed before I filled him with it again.

The next day, I started on his mouth.

My buddy was such a jerk, sometimes. While I was working out, I got this huge erection and hid it by going to the bathroom. He said he wanted a picture, if it was so noticeable I had to hide. I sent him the photo and he told me to take off my shirt. The next text told me to turn up the volume on my headphones—I was listening to something he’d recommended. I didn’t even have time to tell him I’d done it when another text came in from him, telling me to lost the gloves. I had barely dropped them to the floor when I was told to take off my shorts, that if I wasn’t naked I needed to get that way. I was then told to unlock the door for the man standing in front of my stall. I wanted to tell my buddy that the guy had grabbed my junk, wrapped his hand firmly around my hard-on, and was tugging me out of the stall but the next message said to let him do it. When we left the bathroom, a voice told me to drop the phone. Then, I did everything by audio command. I squatted on cock until it erupted all over my ass. I did push ups over cock, nose to the groin until this one erupted all over my face. I liked that one, even licked up the white juices that hadn’t been squirted so far back in my throat that I’d already swallowed them. Then, bench pressing a man until his cock erupted in my mouth, too. While I was licking up that cum, someone lifted my legs and started pounding my ass. I was excited to have the cock in me. Before I was done licking the cum off my face, another cock appeared, hands grabbed my head and I was getting plowed from both ends. Long, vigorous, deep thrusts of hard dick flesh in my holes. When they were done, there were always more. Eventually, I slept, but the cock never stopped.

Of course he doesn’t know it, but that’s the last beer he’ll drink as an independent, free man. His sex will be our product and his delicious cum will add to our breeding.

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

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