Everyone’s Having A Good Time. It’s All Part Of The Fun When Some Of Them Act A Bit Silly Now And

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.

The first one, we give you on the house. It's for being so furry and sexy, we just think you deserve it. The second, we make you pay for. The third, you just want. You want it so bad, you forget about everything else. You stumble to a place to sit where you can enjoy it all to yourself. You get so drunk, you pass out. We pick you up. Then training begins.

"You’re sure I should take off the shirt for this scene? I thought this was supposed to be a business trip."

Oh, we’re sure. We’re sure he doesn’t know the real reason he’s here. It’s okay, though. It’s a hot day and he’ll soon be asking for water. That water isn’t just water. It’s got a few things in it that make it difficult to focus. As his frustration mounts, we’ll call in the masseur to help him relax. The oil for that massage will get him ready for the real shoot. After that, his retrained mind will have no problem joining the fluff team. The fluff team doesn’t only fluff for our porn crew, though. We use them for sex parties all the time. Sometimes they’re even lucky enough to have a buyer. This guy will probably get lucky real soon.

“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.

Tyler is going on again about how he doesn't think he could ever have sex with another guy. Jake is smiling, because Tyler is speaking more and more drunkenly. Tyler hasn't had anything to drink, though. He did forget his sunscreen. (Jake stole and tossed it.) Tyler borrowed Jake's sunscreen. (Jake happily offered a special bottle of the stuff.) Jake will offer "sober" assistance and "accidentally" cause them to lose their swimming trunks. Tyler will be hungry like he's never been before. Jake will be surprised at Tyler's susceptibility as they spend more than just that afternoon fucking each other's brains to mush.

It turned out, she’d known for years we were doing this. I accidentally said something to him in front of her and there was a tense moment when we thought it was all going to end, but that’s when she confessed she knew it all. She showed us the video and told us how many times she had deliberately gotten me excited before leaving us alone together. She had done it all, because she knew I wanted it. Somehow, she knew way before I did how much I loved having cock and having his cock and having his cum in me and all over me and … it didn’t matter. From that moment on, we lived as her pets and she kept us naked and fucking. One day, she introduced us to someone; a nice and hunky wolf with another cock for us to love erupting in our faces.

"Well, I don’t normally drink, but since you went to the trouble. Thanks for inviting me over, by the way. It has been very relaxing to get away from town. Suddenly I feel like getting these shorts off. You don’t mind?"

It seems like your typical Turkish oil wrestling, but we're very particular about our applicants. We don't let just anyone proceed to the oil tent for our special concoction. The games are otherwise normal. The effects don’t begin while they’re out there in front of everyone. The effects don’t start until they use our showers to clean up. What’s in the oil doesn’t react with what’s in the water, but the men sure react to the combination. The private after party we host is quite a treat for us.

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…