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Was I seducing him or was he seducing me... I... Y'know, as I look at the cock poking out of his clothes I don't really care. I just wanna swallow it. I'll be swallowing it so hard I won't notice or care when he snaps the collar in place. I leave all my belongings when he leads me off the train—not even the clothes I was wearing go with me.

On some level, they think they still have autonomy. The two younger ones convinced their older friend to join them. They watch happily as their friend is inducted. They each had provided the small dose that changed their friend’s thinking enough to come along on this nude vacation. Neither of them yet understand the real change the company tools effect in men like them. They have no idea the true nature of the drugs they’ve been taking on these vacations.

Their master prefers it that way.

Once their master is satisfied they have brought all the hairy friends they have, master begins their deeper reprogramming. Now, it is their master who changes their minds to the same man lust as he has done so many before them.

Every orgy is bigger than the last.

None of us knew what happened. None of us knew that something had happened. We just wandered around trying to think about things. In the fog that had been, all of the women had been taken; and every man had stripped and gone to sleep. The transformation that occurred left the men untethered to sustenance, somehow breathing all their nutrients from the thicker air. Of course, those that did still Lusted and now that we ate no food, the men were always hungry. As we woke and wandered and began to collide, new habits began to form in the masses.

I was on the edge of a neighborhood. There was a large house nearby. The fall leaves were everywhere, along with tons of mulch and gravel around a big shed. I could smell… I was so hungry. Leaves and wood and rock and … man. I took careful steps, unsure but feeling led to the smaller shelter. As I neared, I heard sporadic rustling and … breathing. I approached the large opening and the sound inside paused. Then footsteps preceded the reveal of the man. He stepped forward, placing his hands on the overhead and regarding me. He was a stack of plump flesh and fur, thick legs on either side of a bush dangling … I believed dangling some flesh I could put in my mouth. I needed something in my mouth. The man made a sort of grunt or growl and I looked back up at him. His face was still groomed and his head bald.

I was relieved to see another man and eager to put him in my mouth. I didn’t know if that was right, but I certainly wanted it. After just a moment, our shock of seeing another man wore off. I stepped forward and so did he. We were very awkward, at first, because the mulch and gravel weren’t comfortable; but I leaned forward to lift his flesh to my mouth and he paused again. I sank to my knees, but then stood again, keeping his flesh in my mouth. I tasted a savory and salty flavor that triggered my saliva. Although drooling for the flesh to fill my mouth, I couldn’t stay still in one place on the ground and standing, bent over, was … odd… he gripped my head to hold me in place and then began to push himself in me. I gagged and pushed, too, gripping his thighs.

It was after he sat down and didn’t like it that we moved into his shed. He pulled on a tarp and folded it over a couple of times. Then, it was noisy, but we lied down and forced his cock in my throat. I felt such relief with his flesh entering my mouth and my dick swelled and hardened. He pumped and pumped, me drooling thick saliva everywhere until he screamed and came. I drank his milk, feeling … beyond satisfaction. Unable to breathe for the moment, but full of flesh and cum. As soon as he was done with his climax, he began to urinate. My stomach swelled and then I pulled away, causing all the rest to splash on my face. It reflected everywhere and he pulled my head back down, pushing his juice in me again and then let me off, but holding me so I was still in his stream, still being marked. I recognized the smell, now. It was him. I was his.

We slept. We didn’t move until we woke… and he fucked me again. Then, we slept. And so it was for… a while? Several times, we woke, he fucked me and we slept. It must have been late the next day when we finally … did something else. We exited the shelter and walked for a bit. The house wasn’t far, so we checked it out. There were lots of strange objects inside, but we knew some of them. We didn’t talk. Only sounds, our moans, grunts, sometimes a shout if apart, but that wasn’t often. He liked me close and tethered to his cock. We found the couches and the bed and began to clean out the house. Too many things we didn’t know or need. Electronics, food, excess chairs, random objects from bedrooms and living rooms. We liked the floor and the bed, sometimes the sofa. Closets and bathrooms we didn’t really enter. We bathed with the hose outside once we figured that out and then realized how to use the bathtub and shower… but we preferred the hose outside. It was less restricted.

It was while we were bathing outside, a few days later, that we met the next man to cross our path. He was hungry, too…

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.

Calling all dumb jock lovers!

Hey guys, thanks for all of your support… things are getting a little busier here for me and I don’t want you to think I’m getting lazy if the posts slow down. I’m still always up for some hot roleplay though - get in touch!

Wanna be the dumb jock? Or dumb jock’s big bro? Or some hung ethnic stranger/ friend of Dad’s? Contact me! :P

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CJ

Just for a bit of fun; that’s all we went for. A few days’ holiday. We arrived and I pulled out me phone to take a picture. I wanted one from before, just to remember. Had them take their shirts off for a gas. Course they did it. We were there to have a bit of fun. Shirts off and right to work, they probly thought. But me, I had other things in mind. Things like the spray in the bottle by the plant just to me right. Shirts off, arms round, I snap one and pick up the bottle and give the handle a squeeze. The mist cloud passes over them. They give me a weird look, of course, and I give them one back. It’s all very funny, yeah. I squeeze again. I do it for as long as they let me get away with it; and just when one of them is about to pull away from the other, thinking the photo’s done—one more, I tell them. They stay, arms round, still lookin’ at me. I watch their hands, though. They’ve begun to squeeze the flesh they hold. Yeah, I tell them, just like that. I put on an air like a professional and spritz as I begin to circle them. Through the lens, I watch their faces. They’re both squeezing each other and they both like the squeezing. They watch me until I’ve put one’s head in the way of the other. That’s when they look at each other. They don’t see me, anymore. Now, I squeeze the handle right at them. Their eyes are locked on each other’s faces. Their faces and beards and bodies are dripping wet, now, and they can’t ignore it. Their faces collide and their lips explore and their hands squeeze and their pants come off and I leave them to fuck each other silly. Later, they’ll be mindless. Later, they’ll want cum. Later, I’ll fuck them silly. 

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.

He wants your mouth, but only because he hasn’t seen your dick, yet. Not only will he lick his lips, then, but he’ll also be salivating.