I Covered It In Spit And Then Played With It Until It Covered Me In Cum. Then, I’d Start Drooling For

He reached his hand out to steady me. He reassured me everything was fine. I relaxed and trusted him.

He pulled my mouth over his cock and guided my jaw to open.

I was still uncertain, but he was very caring, pulling my jaw open for me with his fingers and sliding inside until I couldn’t breathe.

He reminded me this was normal and massaged my throat until he entered deeper.

His flesh and his pulse filled my mouth, filled my throat in places I couldn’t even feel and blocked my breath. I struggled a little, but he pushed me further.

Finally I struggled a lot and he let me pull the rod from my neck and breathe again. I looked up to him and he had a questioning expression.

He reminded me I wasn’t going to get better at holding my breath if I spent so much time off his cock.

It made perfect sense, so I leaned forward again, allowing him to pull me even closer.

He coaxed and guided me deeper. Longer.

From my lips poured thick wet saliva that made everything slippery.

During brief moments when he let me breathe, he spread my thick cock drool on his shaft, on my face; then pulled me back in before I thought I was ready.

Always before I was ready. Always making me a better cock sucker. Always filling me with cock until he had his fill of pleasure, came in my throat for me and sent me to clean up.

Always rewarding me for a cock well worshipped by providing me more cock to worship

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.

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.

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.

The first one, we give you on the house. It's for being so furry and sexy, we just think you deserve it. The second, we make you pay for. The third, you just want. You want it so bad, you forget about everything else. You stumble to a place to sit where you can enjoy it all to yourself. You get so drunk, you pass out. We pick you up. Then training begins.

"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."

One of our Clients requested a carefully low dose for his Target. As such, their Target was given a shower with a minimal dose dissolved in the water.

As requested, he will now be subjected to many routine activities, however his … reprogramming… will take much longer.

In fact, when we shut the water off and our Hooks moved in to encourage him to the next room, he was dismayed to be naked with them around and requested clothes before being moved.

The practiced Hooks gave him some space while insisting his clothes would be along shortly; that in the mean time, there were other preparations.

Docile enough with a little pressure, he agreed to follow them to a dry room, where he was able to sit and relax — albeit still covering himself with the other men around.

The men engaged him, physically, but not yet sexually. Slowly, he relaxed enough to stop covering his naughty bits and even engaged some banter about everyone’s dick size.

A macho attitude emerged as one of the Hooks was challenged to mouth the Target’s cock. The Hook feigned resistance to the idea before satisfying the Target with some brief oral.

He was cornered, then, to allow one of the other men’s cocks to enter his mouth and the rest began to crowd around him.

The Client watched in secret as a tongue grazed the Target’s back hole and this reminded him he was naked with a bunch of strange men and his resistance returned for a time.

Smiling, the Client watched his sensibility eroded for a second time, until his cock was inside an ass. He was coaxed to orgasm and then once again cornered to permit the other men to penetrate him.

The Company had given the Client one way to interact with his Target during reprogramming: a button to flicker the lights in such a way as to clear the Target’s mind and reawaken to his fading old mind.

His Target was so resistant to the program that he held the button, waiting for the right moment to once again fuck his brain in the middle of gay sex.

That time came as the Target had been coerced into a spit roast, but with two cocks pushing into his back hole and two more demanding his hands’ attention.

With five cocks thoroughly pleasuring themselves using parts of his body and his eyes rolling back into his head with the rising flood of pleasure, the lights flickered.

His hands first gripped before they opened in dismay; but his mouth and ass were not his, already. Clearly desiring to remove the cock from his mouth, the one thing he refused to consider was biting down on the man meat filling him.

Though his arms flailed and his hands found parts of the three men inside him, he had no leverage at all to remove himself, so his hands kept searching … until they found the cocks again and he gripped them.

Only this time, he gripped them for stability and reassurance. The Client witnessed how, as the Target’s hands found and welcomed cock inside them once again, his throat relaxed again and the cock slid back in again, too.

The cocks in his ass basically never stopped fucking him, taking turns rubbing against the other, holding his legs aside as they retrained his new cock hole.

After a few minutes, the Client used the button again. Each time, the Target was further along, but still refreshed and filled with renewed struggle.

Thus, the Client watched his Target fall over and over again into his upcoming role as cum dump. He hadn’t been introduced to cum quite yet; but that moment was approaching…

His new owner had many weeks’ worth of plans for his lightly dosed pet’s reorientation.

Dan Darlington

Now and again, he commands me to look up from my position, lovingly devotedly near permanently willfully forever on my hairy hard man master’s cock. My view changes from the small patch of hairy skin just above the shaft that keeps going into my mouth. Instead, I see the hairy belly, chest, pecs neck stubble chin and reassuringly stern face of man god master. I never see his eyes, because he wears glasses that reflect what he sees. I see nothing, because I am nothing but for his cock. I know where I am supposed to be, slobbering swallowing choking gurgling licking worshiping loving master’s cock. Sometimes he orders me to the water room to bathe, cleaning me and refreshing me for my position around the shaft of the manhood essence of master, ready for my belly to be filled with the beloved juices of beloved god man master. As we move about, he orders me to follow or stay and when he stops, I know where I am to be: I am his cock ornament, keeping him wet and hard and throbbing, no thought for myself as I choke and sit with my non breathing nose blocked pressed to him, to master, to the full length of master’s man cock until and after it fills me with his love.

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.

They’d partially filled the wheelbarrow when Ted tripped and fell on it. Rudy gawked. It was as if his clothes had fallen apart. Ted’s hairy front was exposed from neck to ankle.

There was something in the air then, or there must have been, because the stalk in Ted’s mouth made Rudy want to put the rising stalk between Ted’s legs in his, hanging open as it was, already.

They forgot what they’d been doing for a while, that afternoon; dripping slobber and cum all over Ted’s wood and down Rudy’s front. Ted eventually wondered what all the fuss was about and switched the plant stalk in his mouth for Rudy’s flesh stalk.

This, the first time they slobbered and came in and all over each other, was the longest. They did it fairly regularly after that, though.