He Was Testing Me, Taking Off One Piece Of Clothing At A Time.

Sometimes a shirt is an inspiration. The client who purchased this guy keeps him silvery skinned and bald headed.

His roommate worked out. His roommate also barely cleaned up after himself. Will decided to fix that. In his roommate's food and drink, Will's been adding trace amounts of the company tools he stole from his father. Each day, Will suggests his roommate have a second helping of whatever he's eating. When the response becomes almost dependably affirmative, Will begins suggesting he stop doing the things that leave such a mess.

Of course, Will can't quite help himself. More and more, Will feeds him the tools. Soon, he isn't leaving the house, but still using the workout equipment, every day. He's wearing less clothing; eventually, no clothing. Eventually, all he does is eat, sleep and work out; all of it naked.

Will is pleased.

The orchard is very big. The workers who harvest the fruit need something to relax now and again. For that you hire us. Our men roam the fields with little or nothing on, waiting to do whatever the farm hand wants or needs.

Gene couldn’t remember what they had been talking about. The guy in the hoodie suddenly kissed him. It was just a closed-mouth touch, at first, but it was firm and he didn’t bounce back or stop; he stayed pressed. Gene used a hand to push him away, but it was just his arm and they were still kissing when Gene opened his mouth to say something. Instead of Gene saying something, the still pressed lips of the hoodie guy seemed to press something into Gene’s mouth. He spent a moment wiggling his tongue, trying to find it and then realized he was still face to flattened face with this total stranger… This totally… sexy stranger. Gene parted his lips again and something else slipped into his mouth: the tantalizingly wet tongue of that hot guy in the alley who was so adamant about kissing. Gene relented. This time Gene’s hand pulled the arm closer. That’s when the sexy alley guy started removing Gene’s clothes. All the while they were lip locked, he removed one article at a time; unbuttoning here, unzipping there, slipping off this way and that. Slowly, Gene became naked; all the while almost completely focused on staying firmly in direct physical contact, mouth to mouth with this stranger he met in the alley. Slobber was dripping down Gene’s chest from it; and he continued dribbling on himself as they alley guy directed the naked and mindless Gene to a room full of his collection: mindless naked hairy men who couldn’t stop molesting any man within reach.

Moving

It’ll be a work in progress, again, but it will become another library in time.

Look for me @WarpHisMind as Desktop101.

One, at first, soon the familiar family that are these, just like last time.

After every swig, he feels the temperature rise and he pulls the zipper down just a bit more. Ever since Dave mentioned how the heat made him want to remove a layer, George felt he thought the same way. George was fumbling with the zipper by the time it was all the way down and Dave helped him make that final separation; not just of the zipper at the base of the shirt, but of his resistance to whatever Dave suggested.

Dave easily switched right to the zipper at Geroge’s pants and helped him out of those, too. At the same time, Dave switched George’s drink. Next, he was drinking the one that would leave him thinking that there was something he wanted that he just wasn’t getting. Then George would be ready for the rest of the guys. Dave and the guys would give him what he wanted; what he now wanted; what he’d be wanting for the rest of his days: cock. Cum. Cock and then cum.

George wanted cock. So when the rest of the guys came in completely naked and all staring at him, Geroge was suddenly very happy. He didn’t smile, though, not in the normal way. George’s new smile was an open mouth. George got plenty of what he wanted from then on. He swallowed cock and drank cum until all the guys stopped giving it to him. Then, he fell asleep between Dave’s legs; his tired body mostly asleep, his mouth suckling Dave’s temporarily limp cock.

Dave had a new sex toy. He was most pleased with it.

His interest is in training his body for looks. He does as the trainer says in every session, doing everything the trainer says will give him the body he wants. This position is often used once it is introduced. There are others like it; ones the trainer will make slight changes to as he provides the target with energy drinks which have more tools in them than water. The target doesn't notice when they are alone in their routine. He doesn't question as they shower together each time. He isn't deterred when they start lifting before they finish dressing. They sit there, trainer on top, quite naked. The trainer, the hook, has his ass lubed and ready as it hovers above the target's crotch. The hook motivates the target with words that arouse. The target's cock rises into the hook's lubed ass. The target's cock is covered in the tainted lube on the hook's ass cheeks and rises further into them. The hook knows how to move and directs the cock right to his hole and into his ass. The target is no longer lifting weights, but lifting the hook as an excuse to drop him and thrust his cock in. He doesn't even know he does it. His mind is almost gone and for the moment entirely subdued. He fucks the target until he cums. Then his mind returns, if only enough to stand and stumble. The hook's cock is now before his face and his mind is lost, again. He impales himself on the cock, slobbers and swallows it and is never himself again.

Hey, man, thanks for inviting me out here. I mean… For providing the drinks and the food and the boat and everything; this is awesome. I just… I feel so good. Can I… Do you mind if I take my shorts off? It’s just so great and my cock is so hard, my shorts are tight and I… I’ll just take them off and enjoy myself. Just toss ‘me away and relax. Man, thanks for these drinks are awesome. And I just love food delicious. Hard cock. Wonderful. I’ll just take hard cock in me.

“Wait a second… tell me again how this was going to help you clean up the garage?”

The thrusting, now quick jabs back inside, continued.

“I don’t want you to think about that.”

“You don’t want me to think a—“

“All I want you to think about is my cock.”

“Your cock.”

“That’s right, boy, think about my cock.

Ramming. Jabbing. Piston fucking.

A moan. “Think about your cock.” “Cock” makes an open mouth and he never quite stays the word,just moaning the rising lust.

“Attaboy, open up for me.”

“Think only about cock…”

The words drifted in the air. He didn’t even really understand. He did for a moment, but by the time he said the words, the only thing in his head was the cock in his ass.

“You’re mine, now. You’re my boy.”

“I’m your boy.”

“You are for my cock.”

“I am for cock.”

“Good boy.”

They were once friends, but for some men, the Tools are irresistible.

They usually also aren’t careful with the Tools, and we add them both to our stables.

“For my cock. For my cock. For my cock.”

He’s repeating it as he continues to rape his former friend.

His former friend is no longer unwilling, happily swallowing the cock he was reprogrammed for, using whichever hole he tries to enter.

“For my cock. For my cock…” He no longer means the words. The only one he knows anymore is “cock” as he cums and rests and grabs his friend again and fucks him some more.

The men who arrive in the morning, to pick them up, place a gag in front of his mouth, just big enough to fill his mouth, widen his jaw and flatten his tongue. He stops trying to speak and they both accept the physical directions of the men in suits. When he arrives, naked men happily remove his gag and replace it with the real thing. He has no idea he wasn’t doing this yesterday and gladly swallows cock for the first time, as other men begin to train his ass.