Calling All Dumb Jock Lovers!

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.

I caught him jogging a couple of times. I was restrained and he was nice about it, but I told him how sexy he was. I made sure we saw each other the next few days. Then, I asked if I could take a photo. The photo used the flashing. As soon as I took the photo, I told him I’d see him every day. I was told that’s how the hypnosis sticks. He’ll be here every day, now, whether he wanted to or not. I only needed one more. It was the day after that I gave him a dose of the Tools. I gave him the Tools and I told him, explicitly, any time he jerks off or has sex for the next two days, he must not cum. I wanted him as horny as possible when I finally told him to follow me home. Three days later, when he met me for the daily picture and new directives, he was erect in his pants. I told him what a good boy he was. Three more days, he met me with a full chub and then I gave him the last order. For him to leave everything of his old life behind, because he was going to follow me home.

That final day, he arrived without his watch, but he still had shorts on. I told him to remove them and drop them in the nearby bin and then to get in the vehicle with me.

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.

He’s not confident about the state of things. The ring and the watch are further evidence of how he’s only been lightly dosed. His clothes are long gone, so there’s no question, there, but he does still ask some strangely coherent questions.

In this state he can be fucked in ways he never imagined, but even at that small a dose, it’s recommended to use protection.

If you want to be able to fuck them while they still aren’t addicted to cock, then hypnosis is the way to go. The potency of the Company Tools is not to be underestimated.

If you fucked him, like this, even with protection, he’s eventually going to try to swallow your fluids and that means his saliva is at one of your orifices. Chances are low, but you still might join him in the stable.

You’d fuck him while wearing protection, but then think everything’s fine and rest a bit. You only half aware, he would pull the condom from your cock and then maybe start with the condom, but definitely go for your cock. Pleasure is pleasure and you’d let him do it for a minute.

But then you’d remember that warning and try to push him up and away. Except that raises his head to yours and he reacts by kissing you. It surprises you, so you don’t stop him right away, but when you do push him away, there’s a string of … you don’t know whose spit it is or if it’s your cum. You think you can taste your cum. You also think you’re feeling okay, so you lick your lips a moment, breaking the dangling drool between you. You decide you need another taste and he welcomes your tongue into his mouth as you savor the flavors. It doesn’t give you the answer you were looking for, so you push his mouth to your cock again and let him swallow it. You begin to play with his cock, between your fingers. Then, you wonder what his tastes like and lean over to complete the sixty-nine.

After a while, you kiss him again, but you’re not thinking about any flavors. You need cock in hole. And it doesn’t matter which cock in which hole, so sometimes it’s his cock cumming in you and you are just thrilled when the suited men deliver you to a room full of cocks on naked men.

In a Free Use City, there are two ways you can get promoted. You can put in the hard work by taking on extra responsibilities, going longer hours, and putting in the initiative. Or… you can sleep your way to the top. In a Free Use City, sleeping your way to the top isn’t frowned upon but instead highly encouraged. Especially by your bosses.

While everyone tries to sleep their way to the top, you’d be surprised to know that most people get promoted through hard work. Because… In a Free Use City, sleeping your way to the top is actually harder to achieve than putting in the work of the job.

When you decide to sleep your way to the top, you are heavily surveyed and judged based on your ability and skill of fucking and pleasing your bosses. The committee that makes the decision all must be pleased with your individual performances.

Even lost in the throes of pleasure, they remain focused on how well your pretty lips looked wrapped around their thick cocks, how deep you can take them down your throat, how much you can hallow your cheeks and swirl your tongue around their lengths. They count how long they can deep throat you and the amount of time it takes before your tears are dripping down to their heavy balls. Some count more tears as a positive while others consider it a negative.

The next part of the evaluation has them slowly moving down to your holes. They evaluate how turned on you got just from sucking them off. Similarly, some wanna see you leaking buckets while others wanna prep you themselves. They dip their fingers inside of you, teasing you just right. Analyzing how tight you are and how tight you can clench around them.

But they don’t take the time to stretch you. No, that would be cheating on the evaluation form. They need to know how well you can naturally take their fat cocks down your tight core. Some of them give you more points the more you arch and writhe as your body accommodates their girth while others remove points for not just taking it like a good whore.

As they finally properly fuck you, their analytical gaze never wavers. Evaluating your stamina and how quick you bring them to the brink of an orgasm. They have you ride them so they can see your entire body as you bounce on their cocks. So that they can see how deep they’re taking you, their cocks creating a nice pretty bulge in your belly with each brutal thrust. Even the way you cum around their cocks is evaluated and processed in the promotion consideration.

Very few workers meet all the requirements and surpass the points needed to fuck their way to the top. But you don’t care about the odds, you don’t even care all that much about the promotion. You just really wanna fuck all your bosses.

And you end up being the highest scored employee in the history of their company… Congratulations, you’ve just been promoted.

"They get you in your sleep," he warned. "They hit you with something that knocks you much deeper than merely asleep and take you to their farm. For as long as they like (and probably for the rest of your life) they milk you for cum. Machines stimulate you and milk you nonstop, even when you’re sleeping. They just keep pumping you for load after load. Hell knows when or how they feed you, but you never move." It all sounded far fetched. "Hang on," I said to him, "how do you even know what they do with you when they kidnap you?" "I don’t. This is a dream. They picked you up a long time ago. You won’t care about leaving when you wake up, though. It feels too good. It’s bliss and they just give it to you."

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

He’s been attending the gym for several months; but it wasn’t until last week that he was approached about a collaboration on tracking development. He downloaded an app to connect with the gym employees, to take selfies on a regular basis. He, of course, believes the development they’re tracking are physical, but what they’re actually observing are his mental developments. At first, he only takes shirtless selfies at the end of his routine, but he’s soon taking his shirt off more often and taking more frequent selfies. Then, while previously only casually concerned with lower body, he begins training and photo’ing that too. His loose underwear give way in later photos to tighter and more colorful garments that hug his package, providing detail - until all his selfies are taken while he’s naked. He’s also been encouraged toward different parts of the gym, where there are other men, but where he can also forget to put on clothes and perform his workouts in the nude.

Other gym members approach him for spots. He agrees, although the spots he receives are very different than the ones he gives. As he is bent over, curling a bicep, the man standing behind him licks his exposed asshole, jerks his exposed cock. When he is on his back, the spotter helps his head hang from the bench and feeds him his cock. Soon, when he spots, he is putting his own mouth on their cock, having learned from them that his holes should stay busy. Over a span of days, it is less and less often about spotting and more and more taking turns for cock. He gets sweaty and tired in position after position, learning to be loose and take any man’s cock at any time.

His mind is already gone by the time he’s shown his new positions. He no longer leaves the gym. He rests where they tell him and otherwise takes his place in slings and on benches where cocks can help themselves to his holes and he slurps up everything he can.

Bernard loved getting fucked by Dinnis. Feeling the entire length of his shaft rubbing its way through his innards; the eternity of that sensual agony once Dinnis had inserted his erection. Dinnis never came quickly and it could literally be hours and non-stop. Bliss for Bernard. Feeling that amorphous warmth as he ejaculated those massive amounts of Centaurian cum into him; stuffed him with that liquid joy. He loved how that cum would drip from his ass, or off of his lips, as Dinnis slid his spent and quivering meat, finally, all the way out.

It wasn’t the only the thing they ever did, but… one day in three it was.

This was the life.

It was about the third day when the fog first rolled in. It started in the early morning. They awoke to it just beginning to thicken. The breeze pushed warm air through their tent as they both got dressed. Not long after they started to wander, though, the fog getting thicker by the minute, they both felt a persistent urge to grab one another and pull on their clothes. It was as if distance was painful, so they needed to be as close as possible.

But as the clothes came off and their tongues began to yearn as much as their fingers, they both began to recognize that it wasn't enough. They didn't need to think about how to get closer, though. They were already hard and poking into each other. They melted to the ground and swallowed each other and sucked and slurped and pumped and fucked each other until they came in and all over each other's mouths and faces. Not thinking of anything else, they immediately did it again.

And again.

And again...