We Start With Some Regular Photos. Just Casual. Then We Say We Want An All Day Work Look And Get Him

Dad said I wasn’t allowed to get a puppy, but he made it up to me in his own special way.

"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."

Here’s to sex slaves who never noticed you became their master. Since I joined the company, I’ve made lustful slaves out of many very sexy men who still think they’re the ones who convince me to fuck.

He thinks it’s a little odd that wearing headphones is now part of the uniform. He doesn’t notice the shift in clientele for the day. Neither does he think it odd as his manager stops him every few minutes and instructs him to remove another article of clothing.

“No more jackets.” “No more ties.” “No more belts.”

Billy does enjoy the tunes he gets to listen to, though he does start to get really thirsty. Luckily, the manager told them there was some water in the back they were welcome to, should that happen. Billy went to the back, found the cups laid out for them, grabbed one, downed it and turned to go back to the front. The manager stopped him and said “No more shoes.”

Billy complied.

As Billy roamed the store, asking customers if they needed help and checking items were still in their proper places, he couldn’t help but feel very positive about the way many of the men were openly watching him. It seemed they were watching him more than they were checking the merchandise.

“No more buttons.” He heard his manager say. Well, his shirt and pants both had those, so they had to go. Of course, this meant Billy had no way to carry the device that fed him the tunes, but Billy really didn’t have any need for it anymore, anyway. He handed the manager the pants, shirt and headphones and returned to his meandering. Down to socks, briefs and an A shirt, Billy found himself feeling very lithe and limber. He got thirsty, again, and returned for another cup of water.

“No more shirts.” “No more socks.” Billy heard these as he made his way to the back. He didn’t even notice they weren’t spoken by his manager, but by all those sexy men that seemed to not just watch him, but follow him around.

The manager was near the back door, so before Billy went for that second cup, he asked for a moment to talk to him. “I don’t think it’s right for me to be wearing so much.” Billy’s manager seemed to agree.

The manager smiled and said “Well, you take it off if it’s making you uncomfortable.” Right there on the spot, with no concern for all the men who’d chosen him out of all the other now nearly naked employees wandering aimlessly about the store, Billy removed the last of his clothing.

“Now,” said Billy’s manager, “no more water. I have something else for you to swallow.” Billy was led a short distance to a group of men who were all preparing their cocks for Billy. Billy was directed to sit in the middle of a circle of them. “You sit right down there and swallow as much as you like.”

Billy was thrilled. After all that walking around and doing nothing, he was finally going to be able to take some time on the job and work ever so hard on as much cock as would put itself in front of him, or beside him or behind him. Billy swallowed a lot of cock. Billy started to get tired, but he never wanted to stop swallowing cock. So much cock, so much cum spitting at him. Such bliss. Spewing cum on his face, in his mouth—Billy swallowed all he could and then some.

Eventually, Billy’s manager came back and said that was enough and it was time to close. Billy was taken to a room in the back, with all the other chosen employees. They had some time to themselves before the manager came back. They all found it irresistible, the amount of cum covering them all. They got in a good fuck and licked it all off while the manager took bids from his clients.

When the auction was ended, the manager returned to guide them all to the showers. They cleaned, they fucked some more, they were led to the room where they would sleep.

In the morning, they would be woken and delivered to their new Masters.

No more clothes. Their cocks were stiffening together. Mark was right, this was better. He’d been in denial. Aaron looked up and gave a passionate kiss to this man who showed him the joys of cock. Love? Yeah, maybe he loved cock, sure. The kiss? Oh, the kiss was fuckin’ hot. They stuffed each other well, that day.

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

Men At Play – Hotel X | Dry Cleaning

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.

Erik was trying to get his coach to give him better help than “focus on taking the other guy down” and “get on top of him” and then there was the time he swore he heard “focus on going down on the other guy”… Erik was out of it. His dick was raging hard and he couldn’t think about wrestling. He wanted to stop, but coach just thought it was nerves. “Open up and take him,” coach said as he pushed Erik back into the arena. Erik’s cock throbbed at the thought of swallowing this guy’s dick. What would happen, he wondered, if the uniform slipped during a move and his mouth just happened to envelope his opponent’s head and shaft. Their heads were in each other’s crotches all the time, anyway… Erik decided to try it. Somehow, shoving his face full of cock seemed the perfect solution to his own insistent erection. And as Erik quickly discovered, it was very easy to turn the wrestling match into sex on the matt. Erik even got to sit on that cock. He felt so much better sitting there, watching the coaches approach them. He thought the coaches weren't going to mind, but he wasn't sure if it was because the coaches were both naked or because they were both sporting raging hard-ons. When one of the coaches was close enough, he grabbed hold of those hips and jammed that cock in his face. Erik quite forgot about the wrestling, he was so busy stuffing all the cock in his holes. He was happy with cock in his holes. When they started showering him with cum, he even felt content.

He agreed to try on some suits and accessories.

First, there were a number of shirts. He swapped out various T’s and button downs. His shirt got picked up with the others, but they left it alone until later. There were jokes about how they’d have no problem finding clothes for him to wear. He laughed, thinking they were referring to all the other clothes lying around. It put him more at ease and so he didn’t fret when all the shirts were taken away and they moved on to pants. They deliberately took his shoes and socks; but that also happened earlier, after he bathed for the photo shoot. When his shirt went away, he figured they would all be put together for him to retrieve when they were all finished.

Thus, when they gave him underwear they wanted him to model, he slipped out of his own without a second thought. He didn’t really think about it in the next set, but he was given no other underwear to put on. He simply, obediently, put on the trousers and suspenders for the camera. Someone did mention the cock line, but when he said it must be because he had no underwear for this, they asked him to unzip just to show them it was true. He opened and pulled apart his pants as they continued taking photos.

For his next set of clothes, it was just a robe that was too small for his shoulders. He only made one explicit confirmation that he was wearing the right thing, before posing in front of the camera. The robe could not be closed, so every shot was a full frontal pic. Eventually, they told him to just let it fall. Another man picked it up as they took quite a few more with him completely nude. They asked if he minded they brought a second person in, to get their pictures at the same time now they were almost through. Another naked man appeared, and they were introduced to each other and it was explained in front of both of them, one more time, that these were the last photos needed, so the men were requested to be in the same shots. A couple of jokes were made about their clothes to break the ice and then the pair easily agreed once again. At first, they stood separately, engaging their own poses, but then they agreed to step a bit closer together. They were directed to admire one another’s form and to touch one another. The men groped and poked and laughed as more and more clicks went off. An arm over a shoulder, legs spread and squatting, the pair were directed to grab or cover each other’s junk. They sat on each other’s laps and gripped each other’s thighs.

At first evenly, but then favoring one, they were made to pose with the other’s cock at eye level. Always closer to his face and then touching his face and then hiding his mouth and then between his lips and then in his mouth and then while hard and then making more and more of it disappear into his face as he simply adapted to relaxing his throat for the photos. There were no more photos, but that wasn’t in his mind. Cock was in his mind. He was focused on cock in his face, pubes brushing his eyebrows, hands gripping his skull. It was so very important that the cock return all the way down his throat. When it came, pulsing semen directly to his stomach, it withdrew and he was alarmed, but only until the other cock entered his face. This cock was new and not so slippery. It must go deep into him. That’s all he knew.

Eventually he slept, but when he awoke, he only wondered where the cock was. He looked around for only a moment before a cock entered his room and he started his day again. This time, he was Coached to remember his place. A man chanted in his ear about the cock he must worship. A hand jerked him off as a cock fucked his throat and then a tongue began to lick his ass. He was fucked while he was jerked and he was taught that when he cums, he will cum the last of any desire to leave, because his life is now dedicated to cock. For hours, he was fucked and edged, reminded that when he cums, it means he agrees to worship cock, agrees his only purpose is to be full of cock, stuffed with cock as he was jerked and brainwashed into thinking only of cock. The cocks dumped cum in him and were replaced with new cocks and all the while he was jerked off and reminded how much he wanted cock.

But every time he became tense, got close to cumming, they would ease off, telling him he wasn’t ready, teasing him with climax and making it into his signature for submission to the will of cock. Edged and edged until any spare word between cock thrusts in his mouth communicated “please”, “cock” and “cum”. At the end of another day, when he was becoming exhausted and sleepy, they finally allowed him to cum. He was fitted in a brace to hold him steady and told to sleep. Told that he was now to be used for cock. He was allowed to sleep, but with his jaw braced open, cocks could continue fucking both his holes for a few more hours. He drifted in and out of sleep, as he learned to live with cock, accepting cock and being only for cock

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