I Had Him Right Where I Wanted Him. He Was Trapped In A Boat With Me In The Middle Of The Lake. He Relaxed

He’s been attending the gym for several months; but it wasn’t until last week that he was approached about a collaboration on tracking development. He downloaded an app to connect with the gym employees, to take selfies on a regular basis. He, of course, believes the development they’re tracking are physical, but what they’re actually observing are his mental developments. At first, he only takes shirtless selfies at the end of his routine, but he’s soon taking his shirt off more often and taking more frequent selfies. Then, while previously only casually concerned with lower body, he begins training and photo’ing that too. His loose underwear give way in later photos to tighter and more colorful garments that hug his package, providing detail - until all his selfies are taken while he’s naked. He’s also been encouraged toward different parts of the gym, where there are other men, but where he can also forget to put on clothes and perform his workouts in the nude.

Other gym members approach him for spots. He agrees, although the spots he receives are very different than the ones he gives. As he is bent over, curling a bicep, the man standing behind him licks his exposed asshole, jerks his exposed cock. When he is on his back, the spotter helps his head hang from the bench and feeds him his cock. Soon, when he spots, he is putting his own mouth on their cock, having learned from them that his holes should stay busy. Over a span of days, it is less and less often about spotting and more and more taking turns for cock. He gets sweaty and tired in position after position, learning to be loose and take any man’s cock at any time.

His mind is already gone by the time he’s shown his new positions. He no longer leaves the gym. He rests where they tell him and otherwise takes his place in slings and on benches where cocks can help themselves to his holes and he slurps up everything he can.

Kneel before me, you pathetic faggot. You didn’t suck my dick as I wanted last time… You hesitated to take it so deep that you will gag… You disobeyed my commands, so I figured out a good training for you. Just look into my eyes, and touch my pants. Can you feel my cock through the leather? Suck my fingers. Do you feel the taste of my cock on it? I will move them in… and out… each movement will relax you more and more, and each movement will be deeper and deeper… Just give in to the feeling, and sink deep for me…

Good boy… Now you are completely blank. Whenever I put my fingers or my cock into your mouth you will drop back instantly to this state… You will lose your personality for that time, but its a really tiny price for an obedient slut..

“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.

Burt needed this time off. So much going on with the family and work... He really needed the time to relax. Lucky he had such a friend in Tony. They went off together, just to have a good time. As the sun set and the drinks did the work Burt had no idea about, their walk took an odd turn.

Tony’s hand was making its way around Burt’s body. Burt kept giving Tony quizical looks, but those hands... those hairy arms... Burt couldn’t find he had any problem with Tony’s hand making its way down Burt’s inexplicably open pants and rubbing his dick.

Eventually, the drinks did the rest of their work and it was Burt who couldn’t keep his hands off Tony. Tony even began to wonder if he should ever let Burt revert to his old self. Burt really was a prime specimen. The rest of Tony’s stable would all want to fuck him, too.

Yes, Tony’s stable could very much do with another fresh body to excite them.

I covered it in spit and then played with it until it covered me in cum. Then, I’d start drooling for more and go through the whole thing all over again. I was so happy to be his; so happy when he brought me his cock to love.

Staying

As might be obvious for people who saw the previous couple posts when they went up, but be less apparent to people who recently started following:

It’s been quite a while since I made an effort to join the Tumblr exodus. Long story short, I’ve continued using Tumblr despite the fracture, but haven’t actually been posting much.

I’m working on a way to monetize this creative effort and will soon let all you interested folks know what’s going to be happening in the future and how this Tumblr will soon be working.

Was I seducing him or was he seducing me... I... Y'know, as I look at the cock poking out of his clothes I don't really care. I just wanna swallow it. I'll be swallowing it so hard I won't notice or care when he snaps the collar in place. I leave all my belongings when he leads me off the train—not even the clothes I was wearing go with me.

I’m loving these results. He didn’t think they would work — and I said they better, because I paid a lot for them. He said I was an idiot for being scammed. I do think a tincture turning a man’s sexuality was pretty bogus, but … chemistry is complicated and it can cause some physical changes… I decided to trust it could never hurt him and began to choose a frequency and amount for his doses. We hang out often enough, even when we’re not having a drink. I didn’t have much, but the explanation said the only way not to see results was to administer far less than a single drop — more than a tall glass of anything would be able to dissipate. I gave him a drop that night and just watched what happened for the next couple hours. He seemed to get more energetic, fidgety, but his hands stayed in a circle around his crotch any time he moved. His hadn’t never stayed there, but he was adjusting himself more and more, too. By the end of the couple of hours, he seemed less fidgety, but now his hand rested by his dick. I could see the fold in his sweats. I said goodnight unconvinced it had really affected him.

I took my time, tho. His next dose was about a day later and the same amount. He got fidgety again, but this time, one hand stayed up his shirt. It seemed like he had half an idea to take it off… so I opened my mouth and suggested it. Our conversation continued uninterrupted as he committed himself to removing his shirt. His hairs were a mess, but as one arm tossed his clothing aside, his other began to brush his torso, he left finger trails that also loosened the hairs, so they shifted their directions, eventually: pointing inward and forming a thick happy trail that … didn’t actually go below his belly button, but I still wanted to follow it. I was feeling really tempted that night; but I just watched. Not long after he was shirtless, I told him he should be that way more often, but didn’t say anything else about it. By the time his fidgeting ended, his hand was not secretively, but more nonchalantly, resting against his dick and making that huge fucker so damn visible against his thigh.

The next afternoon, when I saw him, the first thing he did was tug his shirt off. He didn’t mention it, though; it was kinda weird. I’m not even sure where he tossed it, he just lost it, the sight of it replaced with his bare shoulders and arms, chest and back — except not bare. He was covered in his hair. I didn’t realize just how much. I was incredibly tempted that night. When he had his dose, he removed his own socks and then his hands both tugged at his waist band on and off. I took my next cue and suggested wearing pants was a bad idea. He had an uncanny knack for obeying without quite acknowledging it. I don’t think I had truly wanted to in the beginning, but as the rest worked and I saw more and more of the fur his clothes have been covering up, I really did want him mindlessly mine and naked, twenty-four/seven. Without pants, his hands were casually jerking himself off, now and again. A couple of times, he even got hard. Still I maintained the doses. I told him to start sending me selfies any time he was naked. In just one day, he devolved from sending me a single message after about seven hours - to me getting new pictures of him every thirty minutes, before I showed up at his house again.

This time, he was still naked when he answered the door, instead of stripping when he saw me. He was happy to see me, as always. I asked him how he was feeling about cock.

I wasn’t quite prepared for his answer.

He applied for a job at the Company; but instead of working inside the building, they sent him home with some equipment to test for them.

All he had to do was set up the stand and take the first photo.

The flashing and the subliminal audio, combined with the Tools he absorbed through the wrapping — the device took a series of photos as the man stripped himself of his clothes, stood there naked for a few moments and then said just one word: “cock”.

At which point, the van left the building to pick up the new Product.