These Guys Keep Sending Me Selfies Of Themselves. Always All Three Of Them, But More Shirtless Lately.

The buttons kept slipping. He quit worrying about it. Then, some really surprisingly sexy men joined the activities. It was impossible to hide the fact his dick was so hard. Later, they and some others stuck around to hang out. The buttons kept slipping. Everyone laughed. When the button slipped that loosed his throbbing stiff member, the night got very interesting.

He took his shirt off at a party and then followed another man upstairs as they chatted. He hadn’t quite noticed they had gone all the way into a bedroom. So many sets of double doors made it easy to slip him away. He took a shot with the man, a nano dose. He really wanted to see how far it would go. The night was young, so there was plenty of time; and there were lots of men with plenty of sexualities.

When they got back downstairs, he kept bumping into other men, and staying close to them for longer and longer moments after. He met his match when he bumped into another strong and hairy frame, but then stuck to him, their hairs still mingling between them; but the second man took charge, grabbing a hairy shoulder and pushing the dosed brute to his knees. Suddenly, in his face was a big, meaty cock that had begun to rise. At first, he looked up to protest, but the hand that clapped the back of his neck, forced his mouth over the swelling knob, and he barely said anything else the rest of the night.

The blowjob was slow going for the once heterosexual man, but as he bent to the will of the cocks around him, his mouth learned to widen and his throat learned to relax. Drool now coated his chin and chest and was used by a few men to help lube, before the first man gripped his waist and lifted him higher. The irrumatio never stopped as his pants were pulled away and discarded who knows where and the assault on his remaining hole began. Tongues wetted him in turn before a cock finally made way, convincing his sphincter to open and then teaching him how deep he could take it.

Everyone’s having a good time. It’s all part of the fun when some of them act a bit silly now and again. There’s that one behavior, though: Our scouts can recognize the one whose got a drop in his drink, become a Target and started responding to the subliminals that have been playing all night. The Targets go to the “private party”; which explains away their immediate absence. We never let any of the guests remember things very clearly, anyway, but they all had a good time.

He smiles at me before he thrusts my skull down over his stiff rod. I was his boss for a couple of years, but he changed all that. I didn’t have much regard for the guy, but he was assigned to work under me and I gave him all the shit in the world to make sure it got done right. That’s all I cared about. Well, I lost that job, but he filled it, so there’s plenty of money being made. It all started the day he gave me a gift of appreciation. It seemed like bullshit, but he’d either been really lucky or did his research, because I couldn’t resist eating it. Little did I know, he’d laced it with sufficient doses of the Company Tools that not long afterward, he ordered me to get in his car and I immediately obeyed. It just seemed … right…. When he told me to do something, I just did it.

I got in his car, I sat quietly for the ride, I got out of the car, I entered his house, I followed him to my new room, I shed all my belongings and he fitted me with my first plugs, one in each of my holes. Each day, he traded them out for slightly longer ones; thus he taught me to take cocks the size he was going to start thrusting into me. He only had the one, himself, of course, but he had friends. Every weekend, I was the cum dump for his parties. The rest of the week, I was his cum guzzling cock worshipper every morning. So glad he taught me that. I beg him for every chance to worship cock and he’s so good to me, he gives me what I crave.

He smiles down at me as I begin or continue to drool; and then his cock goes into my depths, pounding into my throat until I’m drinking his cum, like a good boy. He lets me worship his cock for the cum and then goes about his day while I hunger for permission to continue

He’s nervous. A team full of potential additions to our collection, but he’s the one that got the pre-game cup of sports drink with the drops in. The embarrassment over his rock hard, undeniably immediate man-lust (exacerbated by the rest of his delicious team) will cause him to ask for a replacement, so he can go back to the locker room and try to take care of himself.

We have a hook waiting in the locker room. A naked, delectable hunk of hairy man who’ll be very happy to help this poor guy get his rocks off and back out on the field.

It won’t be so easy as that. After the target ejaculates, he’ll quickly find he’s still immensely eager for another fuck. As the target fucks himself into a daze, more of our hooks will join them, sexing our target into exhaustion. Exhausted and still trying to fuck, the hooks will begin fucking him. Exhausted as he will become, his holes will be easy to penetrate. The target’s own pelvis will continue to thrust; he won’t stop trying to fuck a hole until he loses consciousness. His attention will be consumed by the men that surround him and he won’t notice as they carry him to waiting transportation. Such physically active targets usually last until long after they get where we’re taking them before falling asleep; their dick in a hole, dicks in their holes.

The whole time they sleep, the hooks will not stop fucking him. By the time he rouses from that sex-dream filled slumber, the immediate drugs will have worn off, but the bliss they remember and the constant fucking from the day before will be the base for the training that begins (continues?) as soon as they wake up.

He’s not confident about the state of things. The ring and the watch are further evidence of how he’s only been lightly dosed. His clothes are long gone, so there’s no question, there, but he does still ask some strangely coherent questions.

In this state he can be fucked in ways he never imagined, but even at that small a dose, it’s recommended to use protection.

If you want to be able to fuck them while they still aren’t addicted to cock, then hypnosis is the way to go. The potency of the Company Tools is not to be underestimated.

If you fucked him, like this, even with protection, he’s eventually going to try to swallow your fluids and that means his saliva is at one of your orifices. Chances are low, but you still might join him in the stable.

You’d fuck him while wearing protection, but then think everything’s fine and rest a bit. You only half aware, he would pull the condom from your cock and then maybe start with the condom, but definitely go for your cock. Pleasure is pleasure and you’d let him do it for a minute.

But then you’d remember that warning and try to push him up and away. Except that raises his head to yours and he reacts by kissing you. It surprises you, so you don’t stop him right away, but when you do push him away, there’s a string of … you don’t know whose spit it is or if it’s your cum. You think you can taste your cum. You also think you’re feeling okay, so you lick your lips a moment, breaking the dangling drool between you. You decide you need another taste and he welcomes your tongue into his mouth as you savor the flavors. It doesn’t give you the answer you were looking for, so you push his mouth to your cock again and let him swallow it. You begin to play with his cock, between your fingers. Then, you wonder what his tastes like and lean over to complete the sixty-nine.

After a while, you kiss him again, but you’re not thinking about any flavors. You need cock in hole. And it doesn’t matter which cock in which hole, so sometimes it’s his cock cumming in you and you are just thrilled when the suited men deliver you to a room full of cocks on naked men.

He told me he was having some kind of a problem, so I agreed to meet him around the corner. He wanted private, but he also wanted secret, so we didn’t go into a bathroom or some place more sensible for when he started taking off his clothes. His torso was muscular and furry, although I don’t really know if that’s what he wanted me to look at. Why else reveal his skin like that? He said there had been some swelling, but everything looked fine to me. He said he had one more thing to show me and started unbuckling. He did it quietly, at first. The metal clinked a few times as he opened his zipper and then pushed down, revealing a jock strap. We both know I’ve got no interest here, so I know this isn’t some kind of come on, but I do begin to speculate, staring down his abs to the bulge in the only fabric hiding his junk. I …

But then he keeps pushing, because the bulge of the jock isn’t the whole thing. A massive, thick hunk of man, as hunky as any man’s whole body, finally sprung free of the pants — unsuccessfully contained by the small fabric pouch. His voice beggs me to take a closer look and I drift down to him, leaving the body behind, though he watches me descend. He comes to my face and I dearly want to rest my cheek against the shaft. I can’t believe there’s a cock I’d be interested in, because I’ve seen so many cocks and not wanted them, but this… why do I long for him so much when I’ve only just seen his glory for the first time. I do rest my cheek against him for a moment and then I lift and lick, taken by an urge beyond thought, I lick the flesh of the shaft of man cock and feel glad. I lick a few times, dragging my tongue across the spunky, musky surface. As I do, a hand settles on my head and communicates with me, guides me. He guides my limp open mouth to the end of his cock and presses into me, petting me and encouraging me to swallow, encouraging me to give in. I don’t know what I’m giving in to. I gave in ages ago. Now, I only obey and the cock is demanded inside me, so in must he go.

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.

You can’t see it, but the passenger is tied in. He’s hoping the driver won’t follow through. He knows what’s happening; knows that if he’s made to cum with these guys, he’ll have irrevocably begun the path to forgetting his love of females. He still doesn’t want to forget that attraction. Of course, when he’s through training, he’ll be masturbating to this series of photos when he’s not being stuffed with cock and drenched in the semen he loves to drink so much.

Dressing exactly as commanded. Still reports to the work site as though we were his employees. We each take a turn giving him a new order.

Day by day, he becomes the naked, cock hungry, perpetually horny pet we needed … to lose ourselves to Lust and accept the rescue when we are delivered to a roomful of cock