The Hypnosis Has Effects On Them Before They Know It. At Some Point, They Do Know It. However, They Do

Gene couldn’t remember what they had been talking about. The guy in the hoodie suddenly kissed him. It was just a closed-mouth touch, at first, but it was firm and he didn’t bounce back or stop; he stayed pressed. Gene used a hand to push him away, but it was just his arm and they were still kissing when Gene opened his mouth to say something. Instead of Gene saying something, the still pressed lips of the hoodie guy seemed to press something into Gene’s mouth. He spent a moment wiggling his tongue, trying to find it and then realized he was still face to flattened face with this total stranger… This totally… sexy stranger. Gene parted his lips again and something else slipped into his mouth: the tantalizingly wet tongue of that hot guy in the alley who was so adamant about kissing. Gene relented. This time Gene’s hand pulled the arm closer. That’s when the sexy alley guy started removing Gene’s clothes. All the while they were lip locked, he removed one article at a time; unbuttoning here, unzipping there, slipping off this way and that. Slowly, Gene became naked; all the while almost completely focused on staying firmly in direct physical contact, mouth to mouth with this stranger he met in the alley. Slobber was dripping down Gene’s chest from it; and he continued dribbling on himself as they alley guy directed the naked and mindless Gene to a room full of his collection: mindless naked hairy men who couldn’t stop molesting any man within reach.

Typical distraction and drop in the drink. He’s getting tired, been out all day. A hook will now place himself in Mohawk’s path and use the collision to become a friend. Mohawk Foggy-Mind will be in such a state that our hook will convince him he’s actually a visitor and needs a place to stay for the night.

Walking easily into an open van won’t seem at all strange. Mohawk will have several naked men briskly, but sensually, hold him still and remove his clothing. He will be oiled and massaged and in his hazy state, he will be sexed. Given blowjobs he can’t refuse, he will be made to orgasm several times before we add penetration. From this point, the closer he is to orgasm, the deeper we will push 12 inches into both ends of him.

We will keep him comfortable, of course. He will be too stuffed to notice, but he will be moved from the van and placed in a swing that is easily customizable and made specifically for this process. His mind will not clear before he falls asleep. He will drift from his relaxed and sensual stupor pleasantly and peacefully into his own dreams. His cock will still be quite hard. Each time he cums, the mouth leaves him and another one arrives. The cocks in him do the same; and each time a cock cums in him, he will receive another dose. When he wakes, he will be very drunk on the tools we use.

Once he behaves with more coordination while still drunk, he will be ready for clients. Many of our clients enjoy the way our product so hungrily and lustfully clumsily crawls immediately to visible cock; have it go right in which ever hole is easier to use.

“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.

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.

When more than one guy gets in, they all start to feel the effects about the same time and an orgy ensues.

When one guy gets in a little while before the others, he gets a bit drunk. He turns into a silly mess. When the rest of the guys come along, they’ll have themselves a group bottom to bang.

I like to have pleasurable things to look at. Working with the company, I’ve been able to improve my decorations considerably. Now, I have a toy waiting for my desires in almost every room. It’s getting to where I have enough of them to engage in some … relaxing … whenever I like. This one is my favorite, though. He takes my cock very well. I like watching his hard cock bounce on his stomach as I fuck him. So big and … If I’m not careful, I’ll do something stupid, like … Ohh, his cock would feel so good in my mouth. I bet I could swallow the whole thing if I tried… I’ll bet my independence. In fact, I’ll have him shove his beautiful, hot erection down my throat while I fuck one of my other toys. He’s so well trained, I bet he could fuck my face for days. To swallow that rod of his, and the juices it can spew… I might lose my will to that cock, but it would be worth 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 told me he was having some kind of a problem, so I agreed to meet him around the corner. He wanted private, but he also wanted secret, so we didn’t go into a bathroom or some place more sensible for when he started taking off his clothes. His torso was muscular and furry, although I don’t really know if that’s what he wanted me to look at. Why else reveal his skin like that? He said there had been some swelling, but everything looked fine to me. He said he had one more thing to show me and started unbuckling. He did it quietly, at first. The metal clinked a few times as he opened his zipper and then pushed down, revealing a jock strap. We both know I’ve got no interest here, so I know this isn’t some kind of come on, but I do begin to speculate, staring down his abs to the bulge in the only fabric hiding his junk. I …

But then he keeps pushing, because the bulge of the jock isn’t the whole thing. A massive, thick hunk of man, as hunky as any man’s whole body, finally sprung free of the pants — unsuccessfully contained by the small fabric pouch. His voice beggs me to take a closer look and I drift down to him, leaving the body behind, though he watches me descend. He comes to my face and I dearly want to rest my cheek against the shaft. I can’t believe there’s a cock I’d be interested in, because I’ve seen so many cocks and not wanted them, but this… why do I long for him so much when I’ve only just seen his glory for the first time. I do rest my cheek against him for a moment and then I lift and lick, taken by an urge beyond thought, I lick the flesh of the shaft of man cock and feel glad. I lick a few times, dragging my tongue across the spunky, musky surface. As I do, a hand settles on my head and communicates with me, guides me. He guides my limp open mouth to the end of his cock and presses into me, petting me and encouraging me to swallow, encouraging me to give in. I don’t know what I’m giving in to. I gave in ages ago. Now, I only obey and the cock is demanded inside me, so in must he go.

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…

Armond doesn't quite understand the question. That's partly because there wasn't one. The incense has gotten to him. He’s entering a trance where everything seems like a suggestion to take off his clothes.

What free will he has left is taken away with every bit of his clothes that he removes, unknowingly doing exactly as his new master demands of his hair-covered body.