In Places Where Life Evolved Differently, Creatures In The Wild Learned To Prey On The Instincts Of Others.

"I just don’t think I’d be into it," Mike said as he and Manuel put their dishes in the sink. Mike had become friends with Manuel over the last couple years. It was a casual, no worries, see you after work for a sandwich, BS about games and work, see ya tomorrow kinda thing.

"You’ve never thought how fun it is to rub a dick on your face before swallowing it? It doesn’t sound the least bit entertaining?"

This was new.

"No, Manny, no matter how many times you say it."

"What if I mention nipples?"

Without a word, Mike reached up and tugged at the shirt Manuel had just been unbuttoning until Manuel’s nipples were exposed, just like he suddenly felt was appropriate. Mike leaned in and started sucking on one, just like it seemed should be done to a visible nipple. When Manuel started to open his pants, Mike reached down and made sure they were completely open, just as seemed usual. With open pants in front of him, Mike tugged on any underwear to make the cock visible. With any dick he can reach, it was getting rubbed all over his face. Precum was smeared in and tasted, savored and the more there was, the happier Mike became to love the cock. His pants tore when he dropped so quickly to put Manuel’s penis in his face. As the rest of Manuel’s clothes came carefully off, Mike’s suit became more and more tattered. Mike was responding appropriately to the sight of each aspect of the male body and having no care for any of his own clothing. The expensive and carefully tailored suit didn’t stand a chance against his new behavior. Mike had responded very well to the new method. We added Mike and the method to our regular repertoire.

I had never considered it before, but I was out for a night walk and passed this guy. We crossed paths in the light of a neon sign and he gave me a look. I stopped and stood there for just a moment. Immediately, he took me inside, strapped me down and stuffed me with so much I don’t even know how many. When they finally finished, I was sad. Eventually I fell asleep and was so happy to wake up to a couple guys stuffing me, again. It all happened that quickly, too. Just one day and I never wanted to go back. The best part was that even weeks later, they showed no sign of wanting me to leave. Not that I really knew who "they" were. Whoever "they" were, they were always finding more to stuff me.

Jasper loved to be in the woods, to be surrounded by wood, to have it in him, to be moist with the morning, to be covered in juices by night. He never got enough.

At my favourite club wierd things started to happen. One night my best friend, Jack disappeared for almost an hour, and when he came back his clothes were gone, he was half naked and he only wore red gym shorts. I tried to talk with him, but it seemed that he had been drugged. He didn’t recognise me, instead he asked me to look in his eyes and he told me that he wants me as his cocksucer mate. It was wierd. Like his eyes were glowing as I stared at him. I felt dizzy. My mouth ran dry and the thought started to arouse me that I may wrap my lips around his cock. But… Wait a minute… I’m not gay, and he is my best friend. I can’t do that. I snapped out, and ran away. He didn’t come after me, instead he turned to the guy behind him, and talked with him. Probably he told him the same, because in a minute the guy kneeled before him, and started to kiss Jack’s cock through his silky shorts. Insane… At the middle of the club… Something was really wrong. They headed to the toilet. I followed them, and pushed my ears to the door. I heard moans from the room, and Jack was speaking. Something monotonous. Something about surrender. Something about getting more recruits. Something about receiving Masters power by swallowing something. Geez, I hope they are not doing what I was thinking of… I rushed back to the bar, as I heard that they are about coming out. I saw Jack exiting the room first with a half hard cock under his red shorts, then the guy followed him, half naked, wearing similar shorts. They started to discuss with two other guys. I had enough. I was threatened by what happened. It’s like a horror movie or an invasion. I had to go home.

At night I got no sleep. All I could think was Jakes glowing eyes, and what I felt. It’s strange, but I still got hard if I thought about kissing his bulge through his shorts. I could feel the hardness of his cock while the fabric is stroking my lips. I started to fantasise. I imagined the situation when I didn’t run away and kept staring in his mesmerizing eyes. I saw myself in the toilet as I kiss and luck his cock while it’s hard enough to fuck me. I saw myself exposing my hole to Jake to penetration, while my mind became foggier and foggier. What should they swallow to gain power? Who is their Master? How would he look like? What is his purpose? There were so many questions I couldn’t cum. I need to find out. I got dressed and got back to the club. When I entered I saw more than 20 guys wearing only those red satin shorts. The girls already left the club. When I looked around almost everybody had his red shorted mate. Some of them were worshipping their cocks to make it hard. Some of them were fucked by their shiny shorts invader. I was stunned and frightened, but my curiosity kept me in. I wanted to walk further, but Jack and three other guys stepped in front of me.

"He said you will come back. The spell on you was stong enough to plant the seed of submission in your head. But He said you are dangerous yo be given powers. Nobody should snap out of our binding. Therefore you will be given another role. We are all Masters slave, and soon you will be a slave too. But you will be degraded. You will be the slave of the top four slaves. The first ones. You will worship them… You will be their asslicker fagott with no will of your own. You will be their human toilet if they decide so. Because they are the most powerful ones. The favourites of Master. The ones who got part of their free will back."

I couldn’t say a word. All four were staring at me. No matter where I looked, they were everywhere. I knew it makes no sense to fight. I have to surrender to them, and accept my place as the slave of the four shiny shorts god. I dropped on my knees. They stood in a circle around me, all of them looking down at me, hypnotizing me at once. Because this was hypnosis, the most powerful one. I looked up to Jake and said:

"I’m sorry that I ran away I wasn’t ready. Now I am. Please forgive me Master. " I almost cried when I reached for his shorts to kiss his bulge. He accepted my apology and grabbed my head to control me. He pulled my head into his crotch so I couldn’t feel anything but him. His hard cock… The intoxicating scent of cum in the shorts. I was in heaven. Then he turned me to the other boys crotch and made me kiss them.

"You are not only my slave, but theirs also. You need to please and love them just as much as me."

I started to kiss the bulge of the guy whom Jake first captured. He looked down on me with an evil grin on his face, spat on me, and said:

"You are ours, fagott!"

I thanked the spit and kept worshipping his cock like I’ve been doing this in my entire life.

He said he was ridiculously hard and his erect cock was too massive to ignore.

I told him to show me flesh or shut up about it and so … this monster erupted from his pants.

When I saw it, I walked over and squatted, then knelt to get a better look.

It wasn’t my friend’s hardon, it was a science exhibit.

I raised him by the head, since he was falling over by his own weight.

I beheld how tall it stood, curving to one side…

I shifted to beside his lap, so that gorgeous specimen was curving toward me and leaned in for a close look.

I closed an eye and poked myself with it, feeling the flesh against flesh and smelling my man’s musk.

When I pulled away again, it was only to shift one more time; this time aiming his curvature at my open mouth.

His angled rod strode right passed my lips and hit the back of my mouth.

I closed my lips as drool escaped and began to swallow him further than the back of my mouth.

He laid a hand on my head to help me along when I found it difficult.

I was fully throating his cock a few minutes later and he continued my training to skull fucking.

After he came in me, he put me back between his legs so he could hold me in place.

I took a nap with his hard rod holding my jaw open, teeth just gently resting on his shaft.

To reward me, the next day, he fitted me with a brace and my collar.

I changed into them, taking off my old clothes before putting on the new ones.

I didn’t even notice how my new clothes only covered my neck and face, but my man… my master soon fixed that.

The next day he fitted my cage and my hand mitts and my knee pads.

I was looking for a new doctor. I was early for my appointment and the doctor’s previous appointment was running so late, I had to wait a while before finally being able to see and talk to him about switching to him. The receptionist even brought me refreshments — which … didn’t exactly make up for the delay, but also kind of did. That’s some care and concern, that is. Finally, they let me in to see him, taking my shirt. I went into the room, nibbling on the morsel they gave me, and waited a few more moments before he got there. And then it wasn’t even him. The nurse took my vitals and my pants, telling me to hang my underwear on the hook; and then I waited a few more moments.

At long last, he came in and we talked about why I wanted him. I told him about my known issues and the women I’d slept with and that I … really … wanted him. When he sat down, he managed to keep his cock from view, but now and again, he idly ran his fingers through his hair, somewhere. I watched it slide between his fingers as he spoke. Eventually, he said he’d be willing to take me on, but there were some things I had to swallow first. I said that sounded fine and … for some reason, I got on my knees. I don’t know why, but it just … felt … the doctor called me a good boy and I stopped thinking about it.

He stood and approached, leading the way with his groin, resting his junk on my face and calling me a good boy again. I opened my mouth and panted. His heavy dick resting across my eye… made me really want … to lick it. He told me to open up and I did and he pulled his shaft down my face as my tongue dragged until his head could find my entrance. He slid his meat into my open jaw, calling me such a good boy. I was happy to do the right thing for him. He placed his hand against the back of my head when I started getting deep, his cock actually pushing down from the back of my mouth and into my throat. I coughed and gagged, but he lovingly shushed and cooed, never easing up; just steadily filling my throat with the first cock I’ve ever swallowed. Telling me how good a boy I was.

Once fully inserted, my eyes streaming tears and my chin dripping coughed up drool and mouth slime, his grip became firm on my scalp as he rocked inside me a few times. I made no attempt to stop him. I … knew … better? Eventually, he let himself out, allowing me to breathe again. He said he would definitely be taking me on and called one of his nurses in for assistance. They guided me onto the table, pulling me sideways so my … two holes were where they wanted. The doctor held my skull like a beloved item as he coaxed his huge organ into my neck again. The nurse acted independently, spitting on my hole and wiping some of the slime from my chin which I immediately felt wiped into my ass crack.

The nurse’s cock entered me the same way as the doctor: with little leeway given until complete insertion. My holes opened for their massive cocks. I was grateful he took me … used me …. Filled me… each of them in their own time, removing themselves and pushing to my depths yet again. The doctor complimented me on how well I was doing and it eased my anxiety a bit. In again and out again, both of them not caring at all about the other’s rhythm, just …. cock….

The doctor’s thrusts changed in frequency and intensity after a time. Their even and smooth in and out eventually became just jamming right in to the hilt and pulling out again straight away, to ricochet and thrust right back in. Thrusting and thrusting… I was still gagging and coughing. I wasn’t really used to this, but I think I was doing it right. Their thrusts were relentless. I lost track of time as they used me. I felt … okay about that for some reason. The doctor’s moans changed and then he erupted inside me as I started swallowing the second thing. Well, I didn’t exactly swallow it; he just had his cock down far enough, I probably wouldn’t have to… but I did. Like I was drinking, winking my other entrance in a similar way and both of them calling me a good boy.

Spent, the doctor called in another nurse, telling me how well I was doing with the exam. I would have said something in reply or properly greeted the nurse, but I was still swallowing, so I kind of waved… he finished his final thrusts and the nurse expertly filled my hole as soon as the doctor’s cock left my lips. I was glad I wouldn’t have to wait. The doctor thanked me for my patience and promised the exam would be over, soon. Then he left the two nurses to finish. I had no sense of time, anyway. I just laid there getting filled. They did make sure I was still comfortable, but they were rotating; and every time another cock erupted inside me, filling me, drowning me, with spunk, they called me a good boy as their replacement entered the room

Eventually, I was ready for rest; and the doctor returned to help me learn how to do that while two of his nurses continued to fill me. For a few moments, there was no cock in my throat as the doctor fitted me. My jaw could relax and not close on itself as the nurse’s cock returned. The doctor intoned repeatedly what a good boy I was as I drifted to sleep… i dreamed of cock. I dreamed of hugging shaft after shaft of towering penis, kissing and licking and happy, entirely unaware of the men jacking off while I was being stuffed. They ejaculated sperm all over my body as I slept, rocking to the rhythms of the two men

When I woke up, I slowly became aware of my surroundings. I was alone and naked on a small if comfortable bed in the middle of a room. I looked around, but no one was there. I had been bathed. I wasn’t sweaty at all, but cool and dry. I … started to feel panic. What had just happened to me? Where was my doctor? Where was I? What had they done after I went to sleep being filled by uncountable shafts of … cock … my hands went to my holes. I had nothing, not a brace, not even a toy inside me. My breath quickened as I got more worried.

That’s when a door opened and my doctor came in. My bed was at the perfect height that as he walked up, asking how the good boy was doing, I easily turned so his junk would enter my mouth, his balls rested on my eyes and his thighs squeezed my temples and his hair brushed my skin. He petted my chest, telling me it was alright. I swallowed, even though his cock was limp and small, barely reaching the back of my mouth; but I swallowed again. He patted and calmed me. It was reassuring, but, not as much as having his cock in my mouth — but that, not as much as having cock properly inside me. Still he reassured me.

Right up to the moment a pair of hands lifted my ankles and a cock began stretching my other entrance. It was tight and I winced, clamping my jaw a little around man’s cock. The doctor made an excited noise and I heard his voice telling good boy to be gentle while I felt his cock swelling in my cavity. I swallowed and guided his thickening flesh to my throat and as he began to block my breathing, he also began to thrust. The other cock had fully inserted, then fully exited, and was already gaining speed on the thrusts — both my holes already quite good at accepting their purpose.

I am for cock.

All day, he can’t quite understand why, but he’s been taking his clothes off. He doesn’t consider the food, so doesn’t have any inkling that it was actually his son. He’s been hard on his son, but he trusted his son was learning the right lessons. Unfortunately, his son quite disagreed with the method and decided he was better off a mindless hole for cock.

To that end, his morning coffee contained a powerful and irreversible set of doses. On his own, at random, he simply obeyed an unspoken urge to be completely naked. He then suffered his son’s taunting as he devoted all his time to waiting on him. He laid at his son’s feet and waited at his son’s side, but feeling more and more to show his love to his son’s midsection, to find his son’s manhood, to open his mouth and adore his son’s manhood, to impale his own head on his son’s cock until he’s choking on semen — but his son never fucks.

No, he must do all the work as he discovers his new mission: to bring his son pleasure through the worship of his cock. To obey his son when told to stay in place as another man uses his hole and cums. Another man enters and cums in him and still he waits for his son’s next order. Several more cocks use his now accustomed hole before finally: his son approaches his face, gripping his head and inserting his cock, feeling his depth in his throat until pressing them together — and then began fucking. His son started fucking his throat and it made him so happy to finally be used by his virile son

You weren’t sure why you believed him. You knew he was buttering you up for a blow job. Either way, it didn’t matter. You don’t even know when the two of you got undressed, but you swallowed a load right there in the grass. His face looked great. The grass was vibrant. His chest was beautiful. His cum was delicious. Hovering over him, you forgot about everything else and became his sexual slave.

Erik was trying to get his coach to give him better help than “focus on taking the other guy down” and “get on top of him” and then there was the time he swore he heard “focus on going down on the other guy”… Erik was out of it. His dick was raging hard and he couldn’t think about wrestling. He wanted to stop, but coach just thought it was nerves. “Open up and take him,” coach said as he pushed Erik back into the arena. Erik’s cock throbbed at the thought of swallowing this guy’s dick. What would happen, he wondered, if the uniform slipped during a move and his mouth just happened to envelope his opponent’s head and shaft. Their heads were in each other’s crotches all the time, anyway… Erik decided to try it. Somehow, shoving his face full of cock seemed the perfect solution to his own insistent erection. And as Erik quickly discovered, it was very easy to turn the wrestling match into sex on the matt. Erik even got to sit on that cock. He felt so much better sitting there, watching the coaches approach them. He thought the coaches weren't going to mind, but he wasn't sure if it was because the coaches were both naked or because they were both sporting raging hard-ons. When one of the coaches was close enough, he grabbed hold of those hips and jammed that cock in his face. Erik quite forgot about the wrestling, he was so busy stuffing all the cock in his holes. He was happy with cock in his holes. When they started showering him with cum, he even felt content.

When more than one guy gets in, they all start to feel the effects about the same time and an orgy ensues.

When one guy gets in a little while before the others, he gets a bit drunk. He turns into a silly mess. When the rest of the guys come along, they’ll have themselves a group bottom to bang.