He Wants Your Mouth, But Only Because He Hasn’t Seen Your Dick, Yet. Not Only Will He Lick His Lips,

You think you have bested him. You think he is yours, because you have been on top of him. You think you have marked him by the cum you have spewed on his chest.

You never knew what those glowing blue eyes were really doing to your mind.

Bathing is very simple. Mostly, it’s just the hot water. There’s also some light disinfectant, but we’re careful about what we use. Many of them will swallow some, either during the shower or the orgy that immediately follows.

Some days the Master ups the dose; just to have a bit of extra fun that day. The extra dose usually has them all fucking well into the next afternoon. More and more, they fall asleep still fucking a hole. At this rate, it looks like the Master is about to become one of them.

Leadership does tend to shift from time to time.

He pressed the button and smiled at you as you began undressing, behaving almost as if someone had actually spoken the command. But, no. It was in each musical selection he played.

He said “watch this” and pressed the button. As the music began, you slipped off your shoes. He pressed the button. You got undressed. He pressed the button. You undressed him. He pressed the button. You swallowed his cock. He let this track play for a while.

We were just roommates, best buds…. Until the day we became a little more than that.

We had almost jerked off together, once, but we got distracted. We got over each other’s nudity a long time ago — so many days at the gym together; showering opposite each other while bullshitting and not tugging the curtains between us. We had cuddled to sleep more than once, too, but never a boner about it. Just good close rest with my man.

The day it changed, he fell on top of me. It was the first time I’d had him that close while we were both naked. There was something… electric in his touch… and I felt it everywhere. I was immediately high on him. I could tell he felt something, too, because of how he was touching me, how he was breathing. When he moved a hand to better prop himself up, his hand only gently released pressure on my bicep but then caressed his way up my shoulder, along my collar bone, around my throat and under my jaw. His palm cupped my ear as his thumb brazed my lips. His legs were shifting, but so were mine, now. By the time his hand reached the crown of my head, he had brought his legs up underneath and I had lifted mine out of the way.

He was mounting me and I was presenting my virgin hole to him. His face closed in on mine at the same time I felt his bouncing cock poking me in the wrong places as he learned where to aim. When our faces met, our lips pressed into each other and our breath was noisy through our nostrils. I felt his cock touch a place I had never been touched before. We were both great with women, we both knew how this part went. Either you found the spot or you didn’t and the mood turned; but I helped him find it as best I could. I could tell he was dripping pre, because everywhere he touched felt colder. When he was finally there, I knew he would be slippery, so I did my best to let him in. I was nervous. I could tell he was, too, so I closed my legs behind his, pressing the back of my ankles into his thighs, gripping his arm and reaching my own hand up to his face.

When he began to enter, we both gasped. I couldn’t believe … my best bud… I had my best bud inside me and I wanted more. It was strained as he pushed. It still hurt a little, but I was already hooked. We had friends; we knew how this went. All I had to d was want it and I … wanted him so bad. He carefully worked himself back and forth so he knew he was slippery and pressed himself just a little bit further in with each return. It was gradual, but those little movements back and forth became his thrusts. Neither of us quite knew when it happened, but he was thrusting and I was pulling him in. My forearm had curled around his head, holding every part of him to me. The more energetic he got, the more I begged him to keep going, tugging him into me. We were moaning into each other, but he began to whisper things, like how hot it was for me to pull him back inside me, how good my hole was, and how much more he wanted to fuck me. I started answering him. Telling how how it was to have him on top of me, to have him shaking as he thrust, to feel with the inside of my body how hard and horny he was.

He tried to warn me, but I stopped him with a hand across his mouth for a moment. He tried to warn me again and I stopped him with a wet kiss, begging him with my tongue not to stop. His tongue answered inside my mouth and then he cried out, at first directly into my mouth and I swallowed his orgasmic screams as his first squirts shot into my guts. I was surprised I could feel it, his sperm ejecting from his penis and spraying my inner walls. His thrusting rhythm ended and he just pumped. I could feel his flexing cock stretching me as he swelled with each squirt. It was the most unexpected ecstasy and brought me over my edge. Just before his orgasm ended, I began shooting between us. Suddenly great streams of man cum spraying between us, but mostly all over me. My belly, my chest, my chin, the linen over my shoulder; cum everywhere as the silence settled and there was now nothing in the world but our bodies and our breathing. As our orgasms faded and we caught our breath, we looked at each other. No words, just gazing for a moment. And then he rested, letting himself come down on top of me, creating a cum sandwich with our chests. He still wasn’t removing himself. Instead, his hard cock continued to flex every few seconds, staying inside me… and I thought … where he belonged.

We napped from that. Both of us content with my cum drying and his cock still firmly wedged inside me. He wasn’t pulling his hips away and I wasn’t pushing him. In fact, I wrapped my legs around his anew, so he couldn’t move. His arm moved so my hand on his tricep finally met his hand and our fingers intertwined and we closed our eyes and slept. We were never in separate beds again.

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“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.

At first, Ron was irritated he'd been pushed into the water. He fully planned to get in, after all. As he stands there in the shallow portion of his neighbor's pool, though, he starts to feel a bit strange. He knows he wouldn't have got all the way in if he'd felt this way. He now knows his neighbor knew that, too. As he stands there, watching his neighbor take photos of his dripping wet body, he begins to want his neighbor's clothes off. His neighbor is waiting, though; waiting for Ron's mind to be so affected by the tainted water that he'll tackle any man before him.

Dressing exactly as commanded. Still reports to the work site as though we were his employees. We each take a turn giving him a new order.

Day by day, he becomes the naked, cock hungry, perpetually horny pet we needed … to lose ourselves to Lust and accept the rescue when we are delivered to a roomful of cock

I didn’t think he’d ever noticed me, but I sure noticed him.

I’ve overheard plenty, how much he hated homosexuals and what he was willing to do to them.

I figured as long as I didn’t get too close, he wouldn’t go that much out of his way to be violent.

I made sure to be on my meager lawn whenever he entered or left, so I could gaze at such eye candy.

After making my purchase from the Company, I finally was waiting for him in front of his own door.

He was ready to pummel me. That’s how I knew he’d noticed me ogling him day after day. He was ready to beat me senseless... until I sprayed the air between us, making some excuse about asthma and a new device I didn’t know how to use properly.

He didn’t give a shit. He advanced on me. I sprayed a couple more that he walked right through. I could see him inhaling some of it. I backed away and he followed, but by the time we got to the edge of the sidewalk, he had lost his impetus and had begun to give me a confused look.

I told him to smell it and sprayed again, fresh in his face. He sniffed the cloud, heavily, and just stood there. His breathing increased. I told him to follow me. I walked back next door and held my front door open for him.

He entered and stood, waiting. I told him he should probably take his clothes off and he suddenly recognized what a good idea that was. In barely a moment, he was standing naked beside a pile of useless cloth.

“These are mine,” I said, picking them up. I handed him his shirt. “Rip that up.” He did. Again with his shorts. He did. With each sock; and finally, his briefs. His sandals I told him to put in the trash. Of course, he didn’t know where that was in my house, so he just stood there - holding them, looking worried I might get angry or something.

I led him to the kitchen bin, where he breathed a sigh of relief as he disposed of all the belongings he’d carried out of his own home. Except his keys. That was the next project.

For now, he was ordered to remain in my own home, standing anywhere I could clearly see his entire form. Naked. Waiting patiently for his next command.

The fun was just beginning.

I caught him jogging a couple of times. I was restrained and he was nice about it, but I told him how sexy he was. I made sure we saw each other the next few days. Then, I asked if I could take a photo. The photo used the flashing. As soon as I took the photo, I told him I’d see him every day. I was told that’s how the hypnosis sticks. He’ll be here every day, now, whether he wanted to or not. I only needed one more. It was the day after that I gave him a dose of the Tools. I gave him the Tools and I told him, explicitly, any time he jerks off or has sex for the next two days, he must not cum. I wanted him as horny as possible when I finally told him to follow me home. Three days later, when he met me for the daily picture and new directives, he was erect in his pants. I told him what a good boy he was. Three more days, he met me with a full chub and then I gave him the last order. For him to leave everything of his old life behind, because he was going to follow me home.

That final day, he arrived without his watch, but he still had shorts on. I told him to remove them and drop them in the nearby bin and then to get in the vehicle with me.