"All Done? Good. Just Leave The Towel There. Nice Shower, Yes? Felt Good? Wonderful. Right This Way.

"You’re sure I should take off the shirt for this scene? I thought this was supposed to be a business trip."

Oh, we’re sure. We’re sure he doesn’t know the real reason he’s here. It’s okay, though. It’s a hot day and he’ll soon be asking for water. That water isn’t just water. It’s got a few things in it that make it difficult to focus. As his frustration mounts, we’ll call in the masseur to help him relax. The oil for that massage will get him ready for the real shoot. After that, his retrained mind will have no problem joining the fluff team. The fluff team doesn’t only fluff for our porn crew, though. We use them for sex parties all the time. Sometimes they’re even lucky enough to have a buyer. This guy will probably get lucky real soon.

I put the tools in the drinks myself, but I got things a little mixed up. Her body-guard got the dose instead of her. I should have known when he let her leave without also leaving. Come to think of it, she didn’t seem too perturbed by him staying… I wondered if she - but his shirt was already off and his pants undone.

I hurriedly snapped a photo, because I heard the flash could sober them out of the lust they would begin to feel. The flash didn’t work and I just didn’t get out of there in time. To help me deal with it, I finished the drink… finished it before I knew which one I was finishing.

And boy am I glad. After swallowing each other all night, I got really sad when she came back.

But it was all okay, because the phone call she made brought the men that took the two of us away together to where there were many, many other cocks to swallow.

Sexy, beefy, hairy, manly cock in me all the time.

He grabs your head. They are ready for you. You are ready for them.

You have given yourself to them. They will give their cum to you. Day in, day out, their erections will fill you with cum.

He struggles, because he knows about the Tools. See, he believed he was about to fuck one of the bois in the stable. He was lying on the bed with his pants down, waiting to dominate one of the mindless pets the Company keeps.

Except that the man who walked in wasn’t one of the docile ones, but one of the trained Hooks, a perpetually tainted man who fucked the Tools right into other men.

He waited on the bed, idling on his phone and wearing nothing but his shirt as he anticipated the mindless reprogrammed cum dump.

All at once, the larger man was on top of him. He was only surprised, at first, as the man laid his entire weight on top of him; but then he tried to move and the man gripped him. He tried to shift his weight underneath, but the man shifted his and pressed down on him. The Hook’s cock dripped precum that was very effective lube. He began to struggle even more as he felt the slippery cock pressing into his sphincter. Now, he knew. Now, he understood the man on top of him was going to dose him and he would soon lose his mind to Cock. Lose his mind to Lust.

He clenched his ass and flexed his muscles as much as he could, but he was no match for this muscled man. His breathing was stifled and he could feel — slip! — the cock entered his ass, the pre giving more than adequate ability to slide right inside, now that his sphincter was opened around the shaft. He felt it enter and leave in little movements as he continued to struggle and force the cock … his struggling became halted movements and he began to realize the man’s hands were coated as well. He was already breathing in … breathing in the scent of man … could feel the cock sliding deeper … he moaned in spite of himself. Some of the tension in his muscles faded, but the Hook held fast, sliding his cock freely into the restrained boy. His eyes rolled back in his head as the cock began to bump his prostate. He moaned again, unable to refuse the pleasure he was already beginning to feel.

The boy’s resistance faded and the Hook’s grip loosened. Another man entered the room and the boy momentarily found renewed energy, but the new man pressed a hard cock onto his face and he could think of nothing but to lick it. First, he licked the hand that covered his mouth, so the hand moved and the cock entered his parted lips. He tried to refuse, again, but … he just swallowed, welcoming the cock deeper toward his throat. Meanwhile, the man on top of him began to fuck. He helped himself in and out of the boy’s ass as the boy’s attention was entirely on the shaft sliding down his throat.

The boy convinced himself that perhaps they would leave him alone when they were done, even though he knew what was happening. He knew the dangers of this Company. He had not been vigilant enough and now he was at the mercy of … Targeted by another member of the Company and soon to lose his mind to a new will for cock. He slowly allowed it to happen, slowly convinced himself to go along, unable to remind himself that this was exactly how he would lose himself to the reprogramming, unable to resist any further.

The two Hooks fucked until they filled him with tainted cum

Only they weren’t tainted.

This was just a trick against him. The boi submitted himself to cock entirely of his own will, took the man’s cocks deep into him and let them cum there and then welcomed the replacements. Meanwhile, the man who Targeted him was watching. With pleasure, he observed the way the boi allowed himself to become a cock slut without any help from the Tools. All night, the boi welcomed cock after cock into his used holes, until he was exhausted. Then, he was allowed to rest. When he awoke, he would find his mind was still his own, but then he would go through it all over again — fucked and used, made to believe he was dosed by the Tools, only to later learn he had submitted himself. He would either resign to the reprogramming and eventually actually learn to love cock or his new owner would finally choose to actually use the Tools and turn him into the mindless cum dump he kept expecting he already was

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.

***

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 tried to squirm, but we were too sweaty for him. My grip held and there was nothing he could do about it. My cock was hard as a rock. All I had to do was find his hole and enter it. He fought me the hardest when my mushroom found his pucker. He squirmed anew and tried to say something — but I just covered his mouth to turn his words into the arousing moans that made my dick even harder, holding him in place as his hole accepted my presence and opened for me. When I felt his lips stretch around me, slipping over my flesh and letting me into his inner warmth, I knew I had him. He squirmed, but he was immediately drained; and the deeper I slipped into him, the less he struggled and the more he moaned into my hand and breathed heavily.

Finally, I was all the way inside and I told him so — whispered it in his ear as I pressed again. Involuntarily, he flexed, pressing his ass into me, compressing those fat bubble butt cheeks of his and pushing another inch of me inside him. He moaned a weak whimper into my hand… and then I began to move. My hips pulled an inch or two out and then pushed them back inside. He whimpered louder into my hand and I did it again, but a little faster. Then again, but I pulled out more and thrust in harder. Then again, and again, and again. He whimpered with every thrust, and continued his moaning as my thrusting became fucking his virgin, sweaty hole. His notes of resistance all melted away as I fucked him longer and harder and he moaned his pleasure to me as his hole opened and accepted my cock, pounding his prostate and filling him like he never before imagined

By the time I came in his hole, he was mine, I even told him so just before I filled his bowels with my sperm. He whimpered some more, now much more tired than when we started, and much sweatier. Then, I rested, fully deep inside him as my cock began to shrink again. He accepted his position on my cock, that day. He accepted it so completely, that when I did pull out, I gave him a plug to keep him open for me. He accepted that he was now in his bed and he rested. I petted him and let him sleep for a few hours.

When I woke him, I taught him his next lesson. My cock does not need the rest he needs. This time, he came before I did. I had him lick it up while I kept fucking him and told him to imagine it was my seed before I filled him with it again.

The next day, I started on his mouth.

Not long from now, their clothes will start coming off. First, they’ll think they’re tired and sleepy. They’ll snuggle each other in ways they never imagined. Idly unbuttoning each other’s pants, looking for a softer, plumper bit to lie on. The crook of a man’a crotch is just too inviting. Just like sucking a thumb, they’ll drift off with hardening cock in their mouths. Then, we wake them up for the party we’ve been waiting to have.

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.

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

No more clothes. Their cocks were stiffening together. Mark was right, this was better. He’d been in denial. Aaron looked up and gave a passionate kiss to this man who showed him the joys of cock. Love? Yeah, maybe he loved cock, sure. The kiss? Oh, the kiss was fuckin’ hot. They stuffed each other well, that day.