Staying

Typical distraction and drop in the drink. He’s getting tired, been out all day. A hook will now place himself in Mohawk’s path and use the collision to become a friend. Mohawk Foggy-Mind will be in such a state that our hook will convince him he’s actually a visitor and needs a place to stay for the night.

Walking easily into an open van won’t seem at all strange. Mohawk will have several naked men briskly, but sensually, hold him still and remove his clothing. He will be oiled and massaged and in his hazy state, he will be sexed. Given blowjobs he can’t refuse, he will be made to orgasm several times before we add penetration. From this point, the closer he is to orgasm, the deeper we will push 12 inches into both ends of him.

We will keep him comfortable, of course. He will be too stuffed to notice, but he will be moved from the van and placed in a swing that is easily customizable and made specifically for this process. His mind will not clear before he falls asleep. He will drift from his relaxed and sensual stupor pleasantly and peacefully into his own dreams. His cock will still be quite hard. Each time he cums, the mouth leaves him and another one arrives. The cocks in him do the same; and each time a cock cums in him, he will receive another dose. When he wakes, he will be very drunk on the tools we use.

Once he behaves with more coordination while still drunk, he will be ready for clients. Many of our clients enjoy the way our product so hungrily and lustfully clumsily crawls immediately to visible cock; have it go right in which ever hole is easier to use.

He’s been enjoying access to the gym. Making excellent progress, too. Today, he will leave most of his personal belongings behind and drive home in his shorts. He’ll keep doing that until he has no more clothes to wear and returns just as naked. He’s confused and wearing the last thing he owns. We’ll help him with his clothes when he comes in. Our staff know what to do with any vaguely incoherent and mostly naked man. Delivered through a door, he is taken to a small room where he is told to remove his last clothes. Then, we let him wait naked for a while. Cock comes next.

They used to have clothing. They stopped to smell a beautiful flower. When they looked at each other again, the only thing they could think was to fuck. Later, they saw the flower again; they fucked again. More and more the flower grew and more and more they saw and were drawn to the flower, where they fucked. There were so many, they fucked in a bed of them and slept. The flowers were drawn to their cum, to their dicks. The flowers closed on their cocks and their tendrils grew into the two men. For two days, they slept in a perpetual orgasm. When they woke amid the flowers (which were now bigger and taller and more numerous among a wider patch of blossoms) the two of them were still erect. They fucked again and made their way; this time, with only their pack. For weeks, they roamed the forest. Time after time, they fucked and slept amid the flowers, feeding them. They started to get erections just from seeing the flowers. They walked up to the patches and fucked. One day, they walked up to flowers that honed in on their cocks. As their heads were engulfed and tendrils grew into them and the orgasm began, the two men embraced. Their mouths ravaged one another as the flowers fed.

The last thing he did deliberately was enter the building. The receptionist apologized for blindsiding him with a spritz in the face. It smelled musky and thick, unpleasant and made him wince, but didn’t last long. In truth, by the time the receptionist was done apologizing, the unpleasant aspect of the aroma was gone; and as he stared at the receptionist’s face, all he could think of was men. The two of them were men. Sure men of the clothes, but underneath it, too. He didn’t know what the receptionist said and tried to say something. There was only one thing his men could say about the next thing on his men.

In fact, by the time the receptionist had finished apologizing, the Tools that landed on his skin and were inhaled directly to his lungs were having their effect on him. Few men have tried to describe it while it happens, but many more have simply watched the change that happens to them. The most concentrated doses have a proven effectiveness in mere seconds. Maybe not sexual at first, but almost always immediately any change is recognized. How long before he manages to get one of his holes onto a cock varies by circumstance, but in the building, there are enough men willing to help a guy out.

The receptionist smiles as the man opens his mouth and says “fuck” as he tries to remember. The receptionist guides him a little. “Men?” He smiles wide at the word and relaxes, letting out a breath. “Yes, men. My … in my…” he’s a bit confused, now, though. He’s not sure where some of the thoughts are leading him, but it’s very clear: “men in me.” The receptionist smiles, reaching a hand over the counter and guiding him to the end. “Absolutely, sir. You are for cock.” It’s an epiphany to hear the word. Right after that, the receptionist emerges from the end of the desk and he can see the man isn’t wearing anything more than his shirt; and he has a penis showing, hanging below the hem. “I am for cock.” He stares for just a moment, the clarity ringing in his head, reverberating, filling him with cock in the final rewrite of his brain to yearn for cock inside his holes. He didn’t notice anyone messing with his pants, but when he bent down to put the reception… the re… he put the man’s cock in his mouth and pulled the shirt out of his way, feeling someone spread his cheeks and begin licking his ass.

Some time later, he was on his back on a bed, between those two men, being pounded and filled by their cocks.the only pause was when they changed positions, sometimes one of his holes got a break for a few minutes, but one of them was thrust full of cock. Even when, hours later, one of them finally brought himself over the edge to spray him with cum, there was another man waiting to join, getting undressed behind him. As long as he was being filled with cock, he was happy.

They never quite recognize they're doing it, but he's pushing his last remaining connection to his old life right off all on his own.

Narratives

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You stand there, stunned.

You’ve been stunned for over an hour, watching him ravage the other boi sexually in ways you never imagined.

The other boi isn’t just a boi, either. That used to be your little brother.

Part of what stuns you is how much you enjoy seeing your little brother hollowed out by this massive man’s equally huge meat.

It was stunning enough when your brother actually allowed the cock to push open his sphincter.

But as the moments passed, you were stunned at how much of the shaft he was taking inside himself.

Then the thrusting. But the thrusting had become pounding. You could hear the force in the smacking as this man fucked your brother senseless.

And you envied your brother, the boi. You wanted to be just like the boi.

He watched as your own mind drained into nothing and became the Lust he was interested in.

You didn’t know you and your brother were being remade, you just followed directions.

Now, you are naked, drooling over the sight of this man balls deep in the other boi.

Then, another huge man entered the room and said almost nothing.

“The other one ready?” Being told the other one was ready, the new man gripped you by the head and directed you to a new location.

You were set on all fours and then your hole… the same hole your brother was getting opened up, you felt the new man pressing his manhood into your hole.

Your hole is now for cock. You are happy to finally have your own cock to fuck you, just like your … the boi beside you.

Next, you get to envy the other boi when his hole is filled with cum. You envy him as the man pulls out, leaving the boi dripping the excess cum until a new cock arrives and fills him, using the cum for lube and not even taking his time.

You almost barely notice that the pounding beside you even stopped, your mind is only focused on cock.

You miss it when it is gone, but you forget you were ever without it as you worship the one inside you.

The one soon becomes two and you are even happier. You and the boi are stuffed in both of your sex holes, shafts of penis constantly sliding in then out then in

And more and more, your stomach is satisfied by cum, your asshole drips cum, your body is slimy with cum.

When you sleep, you are cleaned by staff and laid out again to start all over, but better.

You are trained to worship cock and you do not stand around when there is cock in the room. You present one of your holes to any cock you know is near

JACK

THE GUY SITE

I invited them over for a swim. I put on trunks, too, just to keep up the illusion. They didn't want any alcohol, but they did have a cold drink. I got them to let me snap this photo before they got in the water. They swam and swam and I made excuse after excuse for not getting in. Then, they stopped asking. Then, they started to forget things. Then, they started asking who and where they were. I showed them this photo to prove they were long time lovers. From now on, they were. They were mine. They were my pet lovers.

Jim thought he was taking this photo for his girlfriend. Actually, she was tired of his shit and forwarded the photo to us. We took care of Jim. Now Jim is taking care of client after client after client.

Barry had been working on Nelson for a while, now. Nelson even tended to walk around with his dick hanging plainly out. Whenever Nelson got a hard-on, or whenever Barry just wanted to play with it, Barry would sit in front of Nelson and have some fun swallowing it until Nelson’s cum gushed its way into Barry’s throat.

Nelson had been made to believe it was just part of an afternoon. He did used to work there and actually do things, but Barry now had him well trained to just stand around by Barry all day, as if waiting for something. He was less and less often even bothering to speak. Training was going very well.