Tyler Is Going On Again About How He Doesn't Think He Could Ever Have Sex With Another Guy. Jake Is Smiling,

Jasper loved to be in the woods, to be surrounded by wood, to have it in him, to be moist with the morning, to be covered in juices by night. He never got enough.

In the end, they weren’t really sure who coerced who. When it began, they thought they were demonstrating to the other their stopping point in gay sex.

They stared intently at one another until they both came. When they were both spent, Ian collapsed on Tyson. Tyson got soft, but his limp cock stayed securely in Ian’s ass as they lie there; they drifted to sleep, they kissed. They did not move until Tyson began to get hard again.

Then, they fucked some more. They did this for quite a while.

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.

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.

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.

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.

We start with some regular photos. Just casual. Then we say we want an all day work look and get him sweaty and shirtless. Then we tell him he needs a bath and get him naked. He is embarrassed to be unable to stop his erection. We tell him it is fine. He soaks in the tub that has been specially prepared for him. Then we tell him he needs a fuck. Cock appears in his face and he knows only one thing to do with it: dribble and spit and swallow that shaft. He is very hungry. We knew he would be. We fed him lunch first, of course. That’s why he did everything we told him. Our company tools make cock slaves of any man. We use it to great effect. We lift him—his face still glued to the cock he is pressing down his throat—and press another cock into his ass. He moans for it, unexpectedly very happy to have so much cock in him. They begin to fuck him, vigorously, and he makes even louder noises; of sex and mindless pleasure. We have a new office slave to break in before selling. We like to have a particular brand.

Meaty, hairy, mindless, perpetually horny and hungry for cock is just how we like ‘em.

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He asks if he can shower. It’s been a long day of physical labor, moving all those boxes. I’m so glad he responded to the job listing. I’ve been giving him glasses of cool water to relieve the heat.

While he’s in the shower, I casually enter and suggest he open the door. He’s been drinking the water I gave him and now he’s bathing in the shower I told him to use. He opens the door, I snap a few photos.

The next suggestion involves the guy from yesterday who came to move the boxes. There’s really nothing special about the boxes. They’re just heavy. The boxes exhaust them; the water relaxes them; the shower makes them mine.

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