Armond Doesn't Quite Understand The Question. That's Partly Because There Wasn't One. The Incense Has

I put on my jumper just to show my roommate how visible my cock was.

He laughed and took photos while I stood there. I didn’t understand what was so funny, but I was also unaware of what he’d put in my drink and what he’d sprinkled on the jumper without my noticing, just before I put it on.

As I stood there, my visible cock visibly stiffened. While I still believed I was just waiting for him to be done, I was actually waiting for my master to give me my first command.

Finally, he commanded me. “Off.” he said. “All of it.” I stripped naked and waited for whatever commands my master had for me and I did so hope they involved his cock.

That twinkle in his eye... He's ready to be brought in. Our hook, who's been chatting with him and suggested that aromatic body oil from that website will soon be in his room, tying him up with the saturated bindings and guiding him out to the car. The hook will probably fuck one of his holes, they usually do. It can only help the process, really. Soon he'll be taking it in as many holes as he can.

Ted will nurse the last bit of cum from Neil’s cock and they will both return to the office. Ted has been marked. For the rest of the day, when anyone wants, they can stop Ted and cum on him. Ted is not to clean the cum off himself unless it’s with his tongue. He is also not to remove any clothing unless it is taken from him. He’s completely naked soon enough, though; and by the end of the day, most of his body is dripping cum. When a cum rag is marked, it’s usually a long day. The men stay extra long when they can drop a load so freely. Once everyone goes home, Ted’s day finally begins. He is sent to the stable where the cum all over him draws even more attention. This time, it’s from men who only fuck. Now and until long after Ted has lost consciousness, the many many loads will be left inside him. It is when he next awakes that he will be trained to fuck like they do.

It all seems like a dream, but it never goes away. Seed like this just can't be allowed to go wherever it pleases. It needs to be milked and stored and carefully applied. Our genetics team will use it to make the next batches of slaves. Perfectly bread to be hairy and docile, perfect for unhindered training to be muscular and lustful. This dream is a never ending orgasm that he never wants to wake up from. He'll wake up, but only when we're ready to sell him at a premium. He was the top of his class, you see. We don't let that cum go just anywhere, or for very cheap. He can go live the life he was dreaming of and we'll put the new young head of the class in his place. "Pick of the litter", we sometimes like to call them.

Jones suggested this one. Small-town pharmacies carried it for only a few weeks, but they sold quite a few units. When unsatisfied customers check the box for contact information (and they’re all unsatisfied), they’re asked to come into the office for direct feedback and access to a “stronger formula”. Encouraged by results, we increased the potency and will be releasing the box in a few more towns, next summer.

It was about the third day when the fog first rolled in. It started in the early morning. They awoke to it just beginning to thicken. The breeze pushed warm air through their tent as they both got dressed. Not long after they started to wander, though, the fog getting thicker by the minute, they both felt a persistent urge to grab one another and pull on their clothes. It was as if distance was painful, so they needed to be as close as possible.

But as the clothes came off and their tongues began to yearn as much as their fingers, they both began to recognize that it wasn't enough. They didn't need to think about how to get closer, though. They were already hard and poking into each other. They melted to the ground and swallowed each other and sucked and slurped and pumped and fucked each other until they came in and all over each other's mouths and faces. Not thinking of anything else, they immediately did it again.

And again.

And again...

He was promised beer. We gave him beer. He was guzzling his fourth before he started to feel the effects. His dick was hard and he was pulling it vigorously before he stopped drinking the beer; drinking it so sloppily that it was spilling down his hairy chest. He’d be spilling cum down his chest for the rest of the night. If we can manage to get him to drink a couple more beers, the additive should have him guzzling cum right through training.

Everything was so meticulous about my belongings and my clothes and which cabin and what time and so much checking and double checking that I was strangely surprised to find another man in my room. I knew this was my assignment, though, so I proceeded to the bed and he made no move to stop me. For some reason, neither of us said anything, the entire time. We got to the room, surveyed the layout in the light and then entered darkness for our slumber. I laid down on the bed and turned over. He laid beside me and turned with me, reaching an arm around my torso as he pressed his body into mine. His hips worked until I felt something long and stiff get between my cheeks.

Laying there, he gently humped me from behind, pressing himself right on my hole. I could feel him beginning to slip. He must be dripping a good amount of precum. Having never received a penis in this way, I had no idea what I should do, but for some reason I wasn’t stopping this. I let it happen. It was as if I were here for this. For ages, he continued his slow and gentle humping, coating his own mushroom and my hole in his slippery secretion — my hole getting more and more accustomed to the pressing of his thick flesh, he finally pushed me open enough to enter. I was surprised and clenched, but it did no good. He held fast. He was inside. Slowly, he began to move again and I began to relax again. Now, though, he was coating his entire shaft as he entered me deeper and deeper, the gentleness subsiding for a steady thrusting until he was pounding my hole, lifting a leg up so he could get deeper inside. I began jacking off as he fucked. I was being fucked.

I’ve never been fucked. I wasn’t thinking when I jerked my cock. I didn’t even remember getting naked. I’m supposed to sleep, because I have … things … to do in the morning, but … I can’t get enough of his cock. I jerk until I orgasm. I jerk until he orgasms. When he finally stops fucking, our sweaty bodies lying there, breathing in the dark… he starts moving again and I feel him entering and leaving, entering and leaving… I never want it to end, but I drift to sleep as he begins to pound me anew. In the morning, I wake and gather my things. I get dressed, but with much haste. I’m late. I’m late leaving and I don’t want to leave… I leave my assigned rest cabin feeling a new yearning to be filled.

On my way out, I pass the lobby and catch eyes with the receptionist. He asks me how I enjoyed my cabin and I say I enjoyed it fine. He asks if I want another night and my response is automatic. Yes, I want another night. He says the same cabin isn’t available, but they do have rooms I can take. I don’t hear him say how many nights I’m reserving, but I hand over my things… somewhere in there is my payment method. The receptionist accepts my things with a smile, setting them behind his counter and giving me my new room number. I don’t … recognize… but I’m only wearing pants that are unbuttoned, shoes that are untied and a neck tie that isn’t even tight around my bare neck.

I find my new room and see a new man, there. Just like my first room, there seems to be someone else assigned, here, but he’s naked. I say hi. I … undress and leave the few items neatly by the door and with the sun still rising into the sky, I find the bed and lie on my stomach, I spread my legs and I wait for my roommate. The other man crawls onto the bed, straddling me until he lowers himself, entering me. I am relieved to feel that pressure inside me again, rising as his cock fills me. My eyes roll in my head as he finds his depth and begins to thrust, to pound.

In the morning… I don’t remember any desire to leave. I don’t remember my clothes. I don’t remember who fucked me in the night. I only know I am alone and desire a man. I wait by the door until it opens and a man in a suit enters…

"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."

It turned out, she’d known for years we were doing this. I accidentally said something to him in front of her and there was a tense moment when we thought it was all going to end, but that’s when she confessed she knew it all. She showed us the video and told us how many times she had deliberately gotten me excited before leaving us alone together. She had done it all, because she knew I wanted it. Somehow, she knew way before I did how much I loved having cock and having his cock and having his cum in me and all over me and … it didn’t matter. From that moment on, we lived as her pets and she kept us naked and fucking. One day, she introduced us to someone; a nice and hunky wolf with another cock for us to love erupting in our faces.