Narratives

He’s been sending these selfies for a few days now. He sees no harm in it. He sees no harm in it as he continues to send selfies even when his penis is erect inside his underwear. Then, he’s asked how his boner feels, trapped inside the underwear. It’s always the same. Some selfies and some questions; a new ask for the selfies and then more questions. The questions focus his observation. When he answers about his trapped boner, it is about confinement and discomfort. He is told to remove the underwear and send another selfie. His next image shows his erection, prominent and bouncing. The call for a selfie comes in at random times, but more and more often, so he has learned to remain dressed as requested. When he sends a picture with a flaccid penis, he is told to bring back the erection. Learning from his mistake, he keeps himself erect at all times, so he can send the correct selfie. It was the same as when he threw away all his shirts, so he could be sure not to wear one.

The next series of selfies show how he has deteriorated under constant erection. The longer he stays erect, the more he slowly crawls up toward climax, barely recognizing the passing hours as he forgets everything but jerking himself off and sending pictures of his rolling eyes, droopy jaw, drooling mouth. Suddenly, there’s a second person in the photos. There’s a selfie with him in the background, then they’re no longer selfies. The photos change from a man standing with an erection in a bathroom, to a man jerking himself off and lying on a bed. Each image in the series show how he continues to jerk himself off even with his legs spread wide and a dildo first aimed at and then disappearing inside his asshole. His asshole is not visible in the full body image, but the size and length of the dildo are clear. When it is gone except for the arc anchoring the rod to his sphincter, a second appears beside him as a reminder of what’s inside. It isn’t the end of the image collection, however. It is only the beginning of his oral training.

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The Client displays each image to a group of men. These men are all interested to see a man reprogrammed. They are unaware they have become Targets. Men wishing to leave are isolated and subjected to personal reprogramming. Those that remain in the room begin to undress themselves as the man in the images is filled with real man cock. They jerk themselves as they watch hardcore pornography together. They jerk each other off and embrace each others’ shoulder. They press themselves together until mouths touch skin. More than one turns around to find himself facing the pair of cocks in the row of seats behind and crawls into place for worship. They devolve into an orgy they do not wake from. The men who tried to leave are returned, naked and Lusting. Then, after a week of redieting and mindless obedience of cock, they are sold.

He was testing me, taking off one piece of clothing at a time.

I didn’t care about seeing him naked. That is, I had no desire to see any dude naked. I was letting him uncover his gorgeous body and enticing fur because it didn’t matter. I sat there on my haunches just as he told me to, because I’m a good boy. He looked down at me when he was wearing just some skimpy underwear; he smiled at me. I didn’t understand what the smile was for, but it was because I was still sitting there watching him strip. I was also beginning to drool as I stared at him.

It’s hard to describe what it was like losing my old self to my new self. Losing my old identity to cock. I just did what I was told, like a good pup should, and gave myself to my new master. He filled me with his cock all the time and I loved him. He petted me when I begged him for his cock when he was too tired. That’s when he started inviting friends over for me, so he could nap while I was getting cock. Thanks to his friends, my holes were never empty again.

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.

"All done? Good. Just leave the towel there. Nice shower, yes? Felt good? Wonderful. Right this way. We have you for someone."

He’s been attending the gym for several months; but it wasn’t until last week that he was approached about a collaboration on tracking development. He downloaded an app to connect with the gym employees, to take selfies on a regular basis. He, of course, believes the development they’re tracking are physical, but what they’re actually observing are his mental developments. At first, he only takes shirtless selfies at the end of his routine, but he’s soon taking his shirt off more often and taking more frequent selfies. Then, while previously only casually concerned with lower body, he begins training and photo’ing that too. His loose underwear give way in later photos to tighter and more colorful garments that hug his package, providing detail - until all his selfies are taken while he’s naked. He’s also been encouraged toward different parts of the gym, where there are other men, but where he can also forget to put on clothes and perform his workouts in the nude.

Other gym members approach him for spots. He agrees, although the spots he receives are very different than the ones he gives. As he is bent over, curling a bicep, the man standing behind him licks his exposed asshole, jerks his exposed cock. When he is on his back, the spotter helps his head hang from the bench and feeds him his cock. Soon, when he spots, he is putting his own mouth on their cock, having learned from them that his holes should stay busy. Over a span of days, it is less and less often about spotting and more and more taking turns for cock. He gets sweaty and tired in position after position, learning to be loose and take any man’s cock at any time.

His mind is already gone by the time he’s shown his new positions. He no longer leaves the gym. He rests where they tell him and otherwise takes his place in slings and on benches where cocks can help themselves to his holes and he slurps up everything he can.

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.

A careful interview process and a well established method of stimulation and excitement, this assistant is curating the perfect group of men for his boss to hire. The assistant has no idea who the group is for, but will be there as ordered, drinking all these men’s cum in one go until he’s too full to continue and THEN, covered in excess gobs of cum, they will begin to teach his asshole how to accept cock. It will be the icing on their cake

He applied for a job at the Company; but instead of working inside the building, they sent him home with some equipment to test for them.

All he had to do was set up the stand and take the first photo.

The flashing and the subliminal audio, combined with the Tools he absorbed through the wrapping — the device took a series of photos as the man stripped himself of his clothes, stood there naked for a few moments and then said just one word: “cock”.

At which point, the van left the building to pick up the new Product.

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.