It Was About The Third Day When The Fog First Rolled In. It Started In The Early Morning. They Awoke

Reblog if you’re the gay sibling.

“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.

Talk is talk, but then the talk got weird.

Also: Coach put something in the water.

So, then the talk became action.

Coach watched as his team all lost their minds to Lust and fucked each others’ brains out.

Coach was wise to the Company’s half-hearted warnings. He didn’t dare touch his tainted bois until a full couple of days had passed.

Then, he started commanding his bois like the cock hungry cum sluts the Tools had turned them into.

I had come in and sat at the chair beside his desk while he spoke, but now... Now he'd removed his shirt and his beautifully hairy body was insanely compelling. I slid out of the chair to my knees. He followed my movements, turning to keep facing me. One hand rested at his crotch, on top of the jeans that were hiding the rest of him. I don't know what came over me then, but I made him get rid of the rest of those clothes and happily swallowed his delicious meat, buried in all that magnificent hair. In the end it was he who came over me; his cock spurted his juices all over my face. I was in heaven every time he did it.

When Gareth asked for help, we gladly responded. We’re not sure what he wanted help with, but it doesn’t matter. There’s only one thing we help you do. Now, his day is dull if there’s not a cock to suck a load from.

They used to have clothing. They stopped to smell a beautiful flower. When they looked at each other again, the only thing they could think was to fuck. Later, they saw the flower again; they fucked again. More and more the flower grew and more and more they saw and were drawn to the flower, where they fucked. There were so many, they fucked in a bed of them and slept. The flowers were drawn to their cum, to their dicks. The flowers closed on their cocks and their tendrils grew into the two men. For two days, they slept in a perpetual orgasm. When they woke amid the flowers (which were now bigger and taller and more numerous among a wider patch of blossoms) the two of them were still erect. They fucked again and made their way; this time, with only their pack. For weeks, they roamed the forest. Time after time, they fucked and slept amid the flowers, feeding them. They started to get erections just from seeing the flowers. They walked up to the patches and fucked. One day, they walked up to flowers that honed in on their cocks. As their heads were engulfed and tendrils grew into them and the orgasm began, the two men embraced. Their mouths ravaged one another as the flowers fed.

I pondered these words as he stepped back. Another man on the platform stepped forward, stepping into position in front of me. He was jerking his cock, too, and after a few moments, he leaned forward to be sure every jet of his semen shot me dead in the face. These men had been jerking all morning. I had been fretting all morning, knowing that I had been Targeted by one of my coworkers. I don’t know what tipped me off when I got in; something about the way they took my jacket … and my tie … my slacks were taken with my shoes and socks. I handed them my shirts as directed and then left my underwear at the threshold when I entered this specially designed room. I stood before a ledge, where any man taller than 5’ would find their cock in my face; and I caught a glimpse for maybe a dozen men all waiting their turn to orgasm over me. Each time one of them sprayed their cum carefully across my face, dripping down my cheek and chin, globs of jizz running down my face.

The deepest sexual penetration is of the mind.

He stepped away and the next prepared to deposit a long stewed load of cum directly into my face. Pretty quickly, the scent of man and the creamy milk of cum was all I could smell. These men each had been stimulating their balls for a while and had a wealth of hot spunk to cover me. One slimy spot soon became two.

The deepest sexual penetration is of the mind.

Then another man prepared to do the same. Two slimy spots on my face became one big spot and one smaller spot.

The deepest sexual penetration is of the mind.

I stood there, naked, as man after man, jerking their dicks through their buttoned up suit pants, sprayed another load of male essence on my face and departed, making room for the next one. When the fourth load was slowly running down my face, I no longer had independent cum globs on my face; my face was just covered in cum.

The deepest sexual penetration is of the mind.

I stood where I had been told, hearing those words over and over. At first, I didn’t understand them. I knew I wasn’t being fucked, but … I couldn’t identify the small part of me that seemed to be confused why I was willingly standing here, letting my face be used as a cum rag for my office mates. I think they were my office mates, anyway… thought some of the faces were familiar, but then, really only seeing cocks, right now. Faces are too high up; and now I have enough cum on my face you might think I had smeared it for a mask.

The deepest sexual penetration is of the mind.

I wasn’t being sexually penetrated, so my head had a problem with this statement I kept hearing; from the voice of each man, after dousing me with more cock juice. I was licking my lips as cum dripped across them, an easy habit of any food one feels there. The flavor was unique. I think by the time I tasted it, it was several different men’s flavor at once, but it was new. As more cum dripped, I tasted more and as more men came, I began opening my mouth for it. Plenty of cum was already soaking my hair and coating my face, I decided I could have some fresh, before it mixed with any others.

The deepest sexual penetration is of the mind.

I opened my mouth for the next one, too. Not quite swallowing, tasting the hot liquid during the moment I waited for the next man’s load to erupt from his balls. I marveled how easy it was to taste the next one and how the flavors mingled inside my mouth until I couldn’t discern them, anymore.

The deepest sexual penetration is of the mind.

It only took a couple of open mouthed orgasm for me to start hoping to just suck it right from the cock, but there was a program in place. Each man that came on me had specific understanding that I was to be coated. So, sure, one or two let me suck milk right from their flesh tube, but most of them obeyed orders and made sure I was covered in copious quantities of cum. Cum dripped from my face as if I had showered in it. My chin and my chest were slowly spreading the cum further, but still they only coated my face.

The deepest sexual penetration is of the mind.

It was many cum loads later that I was taken to my next stage of reprogramming: finally being allowed to swallow.

The Blue Room.

Something about that room makes men do what they never thought they would. He’s been taking men in that room for years. Sometimes, they don’t leave.

Every so often, I keep thinking of Ted and what he told me. He sat his butt down right across from me and started peeling a banana. Ted is a very lean lithe luscious lickable lunatic lush of a little lover boy and he knows it. Brian had just gotten up, too. He was busy on his computer already. So Ted finished peeling the banana, see, and that’s when he said it. Well… That is… I mean he didn’t so much as say anything. Come to think of it, he actually didn’t say a word. With his back to Brian, Ted gave me a wink and proceeded to deep throat the banana. Just once quickly down and back out again. Nice and smooth. The banana seemed untouched. He spent less than a couple seconds looking at me after that, before taking one small bite and setting the banana down in front of me and getting straight up and leaving. Of course I couldn’t just leave the banana lying there. I love bananas; I’ve loved ‘em ever since… I’m not sure. Anyway, the whole time I was eating it, I kept thinking about what he said. With every swallow almost, I saw the banana disappear into his mouth. It was penetrating. All day since, I keep thinking about eating his banana and him deep throating. It’s like I can’t focus on anything else anymore. Swallowing his banana. The whole thing. It just wouldn’t leave my head alone. Finally, when I got back from work and found him in the kitchen, I had a chance to ask him what that had been about. I didn’t have a chance, though. When he turned around, he had another banana. This one was already peeled. Nothing but the delicate flesh from soft tip to banana-fana-fo-fana-licious base. I started salivating. Never had I wanted so much to swallow a man’s banana so intently. I love swallowing his bananas. Ted gets them ready for me all the time now. Every time I see him, and that’s morning, night and usually noon too. I leave work early now just to get another one. He knows me so well, it doesn’t matter what time I get back, Ted’s got a banana for me to swallow. Once, I even went right back through the door. Ted already had a banana. I crave them so much, I have as many as I can. As soon as I swallow a load, I ask him for another one. All over my face and down my throat, they go. Such delicious bananas. Load after load, I can always have another. Little lover boy loves me. He must. Why else would he bring me cock to swallow all day? I love swallowing cock all day. Who wouldn’t?

Now he is unconscious, he will be stripped and tied. His first lesson in the gay sex that will come to define his very being will begin as soon as he wakes and recognizes his ass is already plugged with an inflatable dildo.