Every So Often, I Keep Thinking Of Ted And What He Told Me. He Sat His Butt Down Right Across From Me

He agreed to try on some suits and accessories.

First, there were a number of shirts. He swapped out various T’s and button downs. His shirt got picked up with the others, but they left it alone until later. There were jokes about how they’d have no problem finding clothes for him to wear. He laughed, thinking they were referring to all the other clothes lying around. It put him more at ease and so he didn’t fret when all the shirts were taken away and they moved on to pants. They deliberately took his shoes and socks; but that also happened earlier, after he bathed for the photo shoot. When his shirt went away, he figured they would all be put together for him to retrieve when they were all finished.

Thus, when they gave him underwear they wanted him to model, he slipped out of his own without a second thought. He didn’t really think about it in the next set, but he was given no other underwear to put on. He simply, obediently, put on the trousers and suspenders for the camera. Someone did mention the cock line, but when he said it must be because he had no underwear for this, they asked him to unzip just to show them it was true. He opened and pulled apart his pants as they continued taking photos.

For his next set of clothes, it was just a robe that was too small for his shoulders. He only made one explicit confirmation that he was wearing the right thing, before posing in front of the camera. The robe could not be closed, so every shot was a full frontal pic. Eventually, they told him to just let it fall. Another man picked it up as they took quite a few more with him completely nude. They asked if he minded they brought a second person in, to get their pictures at the same time now they were almost through. Another naked man appeared, and they were introduced to each other and it was explained in front of both of them, one more time, that these were the last photos needed, so the men were requested to be in the same shots. A couple of jokes were made about their clothes to break the ice and then the pair easily agreed once again. At first, they stood separately, engaging their own poses, but then they agreed to step a bit closer together. They were directed to admire one another’s form and to touch one another. The men groped and poked and laughed as more and more clicks went off. An arm over a shoulder, legs spread and squatting, the pair were directed to grab or cover each other’s junk. They sat on each other’s laps and gripped each other’s thighs.

At first evenly, but then favoring one, they were made to pose with the other’s cock at eye level. Always closer to his face and then touching his face and then hiding his mouth and then between his lips and then in his mouth and then while hard and then making more and more of it disappear into his face as he simply adapted to relaxing his throat for the photos. There were no more photos, but that wasn’t in his mind. Cock was in his mind. He was focused on cock in his face, pubes brushing his eyebrows, hands gripping his skull. It was so very important that the cock return all the way down his throat. When it came, pulsing semen directly to his stomach, it withdrew and he was alarmed, but only until the other cock entered his face. This cock was new and not so slippery. It must go deep into him. That’s all he knew.

Eventually he slept, but when he awoke, he only wondered where the cock was. He looked around for only a moment before a cock entered his room and he started his day again. This time, he was Coached to remember his place. A man chanted in his ear about the cock he must worship. A hand jerked him off as a cock fucked his throat and then a tongue began to lick his ass. He was fucked while he was jerked and he was taught that when he cums, he will cum the last of any desire to leave, because his life is now dedicated to cock. For hours, he was fucked and edged, reminded that when he cums, it means he agrees to worship cock, agrees his only purpose is to be full of cock, stuffed with cock as he was jerked and brainwashed into thinking only of cock. The cocks dumped cum in him and were replaced with new cocks and all the while he was jerked off and reminded how much he wanted cock.

But every time he became tense, got close to cumming, they would ease off, telling him he wasn’t ready, teasing him with climax and making it into his signature for submission to the will of cock. Edged and edged until any spare word between cock thrusts in his mouth communicated “please”, “cock” and “cum”. At the end of another day, when he was becoming exhausted and sleepy, they finally allowed him to cum. He was fitted in a brace to hold him steady and told to sleep. Told that he was now to be used for cock. He was allowed to sleep, but with his jaw braced open, cocks could continue fucking both his holes for a few more hours. He drifted in and out of sleep, as he learned to live with cock, accepting cock and being only for cock

He joined this meeting, because he thought his expertise was crucial to negotiation

He wasn’t aware he had been Targeted

Repeatedly, he was easily convinced to relax, remove his clothes, and let the two men stretch him open

They cum in him and he thinks he’s finished obeying

But when their cocks leave him empty, he gets on his knees to have them fill him up again

At first, Ron was irritated he'd been pushed into the water. He fully planned to get in, after all. As he stands there in the shallow portion of his neighbor's pool, though, he starts to feel a bit strange. He knows he wouldn't have got all the way in if he'd felt this way. He now knows his neighbor knew that, too. As he stands there, watching his neighbor take photos of his dripping wet body, he begins to want his neighbor's clothes off. His neighbor is waiting, though; waiting for Ron's mind to be so affected by the tainted water that he'll tackle any man before him.

Of course he doesn’t know it, but that’s the last beer he’ll drink as an independent, free man. His sex will be our product and his delicious cum will add to our breeding.

He wasn’t a sailor, but he made it onboard as one. Later, all the targets this hook was able to identify would disembark with him.

His body, the way he looks at me… I’m always loose for him. I wake up and look at him, he looks at me and I sit on his morning wood. It’s our favorite way to be: me on top of him and him inside me.

One of our Clients requested a carefully low dose for his Target. As such, their Target was given a shower with a minimal dose dissolved in the water.

As requested, he will now be subjected to many routine activities, however his … reprogramming… will take much longer.

In fact, when we shut the water off and our Hooks moved in to encourage him to the next room, he was dismayed to be naked with them around and requested clothes before being moved.

The practiced Hooks gave him some space while insisting his clothes would be along shortly; that in the mean time, there were other preparations.

Docile enough with a little pressure, he agreed to follow them to a dry room, where he was able to sit and relax — albeit still covering himself with the other men around.

The men engaged him, physically, but not yet sexually. Slowly, he relaxed enough to stop covering his naughty bits and even engaged some banter about everyone’s dick size.

A macho attitude emerged as one of the Hooks was challenged to mouth the Target’s cock. The Hook feigned resistance to the idea before satisfying the Target with some brief oral.

He was cornered, then, to allow one of the other men’s cocks to enter his mouth and the rest began to crowd around him.

The Client watched in secret as a tongue grazed the Target’s back hole and this reminded him he was naked with a bunch of strange men and his resistance returned for a time.

Smiling, the Client watched his sensibility eroded for a second time, until his cock was inside an ass. He was coaxed to orgasm and then once again cornered to permit the other men to penetrate him.

The Company had given the Client one way to interact with his Target during reprogramming: a button to flicker the lights in such a way as to clear the Target’s mind and reawaken to his fading old mind.

His Target was so resistant to the program that he held the button, waiting for the right moment to once again fuck his brain in the middle of gay sex.

That time came as the Target had been coerced into a spit roast, but with two cocks pushing into his back hole and two more demanding his hands’ attention.

With five cocks thoroughly pleasuring themselves using parts of his body and his eyes rolling back into his head with the rising flood of pleasure, the lights flickered.

His hands first gripped before they opened in dismay; but his mouth and ass were not his, already. Clearly desiring to remove the cock from his mouth, the one thing he refused to consider was biting down on the man meat filling him.

Though his arms flailed and his hands found parts of the three men inside him, he had no leverage at all to remove himself, so his hands kept searching … until they found the cocks again and he gripped them.

Only this time, he gripped them for stability and reassurance. The Client witnessed how, as the Target’s hands found and welcomed cock inside them once again, his throat relaxed again and the cock slid back in again, too.

The cocks in his ass basically never stopped fucking him, taking turns rubbing against the other, holding his legs aside as they retrained his new cock hole.

After a few minutes, the Client used the button again. Each time, the Target was further along, but still refreshed and filled with renewed struggle.

Thus, the Client watched his Target fall over and over again into his upcoming role as cum dump. He hadn’t been introduced to cum quite yet; but that moment was approaching…

His new owner had many weeks’ worth of plans for his lightly dosed pet’s reorientation.

Dan Darlington

It’s a boy’s duty to please his daddy whenever he’s told.