Their Commanding Officer Sussed Them Out Right Away. Sure, He Used The Company Tools Now And Again, If

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.

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.

His appearance commands you. Then he gives you a look and you can’t resist. That’s the end of your life as you know it. You will walk up to him and for the next two days you will be his slave. You won’t think of it that way at first; and by the time you would, it won’t matter. You’ll be naked and in the back of a truck with a load of other guys whom you’ll now be all too eager to fuck.

He thinks he’s been chosen for a casual camping documentary. Each night, we slip a few drops on his lips and take away some of his clothing. Every morning, he just thinks he’s been forgetful, but we encourage him on and, wearing a little less than the day before, he smiles for the photos and hikes the path we’ve planned out. Tomorrow, he will start meeting men along the way. Eventually, they will all be as naked as he is, but even from the start, they give him undeniable erections. When he finally has no pants (by which point, he has had many, many drops in his sleep) and the man he meets has access to it, our star gets his first blowjob. He apologizes for engaging that way during the documentary, but we encourage him to behave any way he chooses. He is ready to be one of the cock slaves by the time we get to the stable. He has no idea that’s where we’ve always been leading him.

It’s true the Company Tools have the potential to rewrite men’s minds, but the success of their use is not guaranteed. Dosage, timing, and contemporaneous suggestions all must occur within a certain range, in order to assure complete and successful reprogramming. At the same time, complete and successful reprogramming doesn’t even guarantee it was precisely as desired.

While the Target was successfully convinced to remove his clothing and be his owner’s new pet, he didn’t accept his owner’s cock, so much as fill his owner with his own. Often, this is the result of hasty training and means the owner is being filled with tainted cum — and they’ll both be back in the building stable by morning. Except neither of them, this time, will have any clothing at all.

AXEL ROCKMAN & RIDICK

Men At Play – Hotel X | Dry Cleaning

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.

It all seems like a dream, but it never goes away. Seed like this just can't be allowed to go wherever it pleases. It needs to be milked and stored and carefully applied. Our genetics team will use it to make the next batches of slaves. Perfectly bread to be hairy and docile, perfect for unhindered training to be muscular and lustful. This dream is a never ending orgasm that he never wants to wake up from. He'll wake up, but only when we're ready to sell him at a premium. He was the top of his class, you see. We don't let that cum go just anywhere, or for very cheap. He can go live the life he was dreaming of and we'll put the new young head of the class in his place. "Pick of the litter", we sometimes like to call them.

We do like the special case. Some spontaneous enslavement is one story we all get off on. Charles, here, responded quite well to the company tools, but the looks he started giving the camera crew made the hooks quite unnecessary. Charles first eyed the lighting director, who was soon on camera losing his clothes. The footage of the session, as recorded from the ceiling cameras, showed how the others at first laughed as the advertising department’s head of lighting became a target. Charles gave him such a look that Stevens forgot to not kiss them; swapping bodily fluids when they’re this saturated is never a good thing for free will. Stevens was blowing Charles as the others each decided they could risk some hand jobs on the recently former coworker. Charles, however, was quite aggressive and they all eventually did away with their clothes. The whole crew fucked themselves to sleep and woke up in the stables. Charles was quite popular among the other slaves and the employees. He became the most used for seducing company employees. Even one or two of the executives was finally knocked off his perch and guzzling cum with the best of them.

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.

Monitization

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