He Struggles, Because He Knows About The Tools. See, He Believed He Was About To Fuck One Of The Bois

You think you have bested him. You think he is yours, because you have been on top of him. You think you have marked him by the cum you have spewed on his chest.

You never knew what those glowing blue eyes were really doing to your mind.

A hand to steady me. I stumbled forward, staring at his fur. It’s like he knows I’m having trouble. I am having trouble. I’m meant to help spot him, but … for some reason, I can’t get my mind off his body, off his fur… off with his shorts. Obviously, the only sensible thing for me to do is pull his shorts down for him. Then, they would be off and he might stuff his penis in my mouth to avoid exposing himself. I touch my cheek to his wrist, because he’s touching me…

And then I fall to my knees, gripping the green fabric and taking it down with me. I don’t know why this is happening. I don’t understand why I must have his flesh inside me. I don’t know that he absolutely knows why. He’s the one who gave me the water bottle. He’s the one who put more than 3 doses in it. As I fall to my knees, as his cock rises to my face, as his hands guide me down, he welcomes me home. I feel his fur on my face as I feel his flesh inside my neck.

It’s such a relief for his manhood to enter me. I didn’t know how much I yearned … too … much thinking. Must swallow cock. He pulls my head back to look at me after a few moments. My eyes are watery and my cheeks are stretched but when he tells me to look at him, I see my life above me, spitting on me and pumping me full

Every so often, I keep thinking of Ted and what he told me. He sat his butt down right across from me and started peeling a banana. Ted is a very lean lithe luscious lickable lunatic lush of a little lover boy and he knows it. Brian had just gotten up, too. He was busy on his computer already. So Ted finished peeling the banana, see, and that’s when he said it. Well… That is… I mean he didn’t so much as say anything. Come to think of it, he actually didn’t say a word. With his back to Brian, Ted gave me a wink and proceeded to deep throat the banana. Just once quickly down and back out again. Nice and smooth. The banana seemed untouched. He spent less than a couple seconds looking at me after that, before taking one small bite and setting the banana down in front of me and getting straight up and leaving. Of course I couldn’t just leave the banana lying there. I love bananas; I’ve loved ‘em ever since… I’m not sure. Anyway, the whole time I was eating it, I kept thinking about what he said. With every swallow almost, I saw the banana disappear into his mouth. It was penetrating. All day since, I keep thinking about eating his banana and him deep throating. It’s like I can’t focus on anything else anymore. Swallowing his banana. The whole thing. It just wouldn’t leave my head alone. Finally, when I got back from work and found him in the kitchen, I had a chance to ask him what that had been about. I didn’t have a chance, though. When he turned around, he had another banana. This one was already peeled. Nothing but the delicate flesh from soft tip to banana-fana-fo-fana-licious base. I started salivating. Never had I wanted so much to swallow a man’s banana so intently. I love swallowing his bananas. Ted gets them ready for me all the time now. Every time I see him, and that’s morning, night and usually noon too. I leave work early now just to get another one. He knows me so well, it doesn’t matter what time I get back, Ted’s got a banana for me to swallow. Once, I even went right back through the door. Ted already had a banana. I crave them so much, I have as many as I can. As soon as I swallow a load, I ask him for another one. All over my face and down my throat, they go. Such delicious bananas. Load after load, I can always have another. Little lover boy loves me. He must. Why else would he bring me cock to swallow all day? I love swallowing cock all day. Who wouldn’t?

You’ll call it sex, but he… He calls it a meal. It’s his favorite thing; better than dessert. You just ask him if wants cum for dinner… or lunch… or breakfast. He gets very excited and asks where you want him. Then, he will bring you all the way to that climactic point when you give it to him; and he loves it.

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.

He pauses for a photo. Being covered in cum is as nothing for him, but quite desirable for a number of clients. Between each session, we’ll take another photo. It becomes a kind of time-lapse progression. Ultimately, he will be available to some clients who will quite relish licking him clean.

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That’s why we’re all here for, lol…

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.

I was warned. That is, I was made fully aware of the kind of things I would be made to wear if I lost this bet. Some of it restrictive, some of it … invasive; and some of it, supposedly, freeing.

There was this story I’d heard about a guy who … well, it changed his life and he never wanted to leave. I mean, anyone can choose to stop doing a thing, right? Story goes he agreed to one day, but by the time I heard, it had been a couple of weeks and the man still hadn’t uttered a proper sentence. One guy said there had to be some kind of hypnosis involved. The few stories I’ve heard never really talk much about the winner of the bet, so it’s hard to trace any truth in these rumors.

So I was in a pub, having a good time with some guys, some of them friends - when I get into it with a guy who says if he wins the bet, I have to be a pup for a whole day. He says to me pads for comfort, but also mitts, cuffs, a collar a tail a leash and maybe something for my mouth. So I lost the bet and … no, wait, the bet actually was the gear … or no… well, anyway, it was just a day. At the end of a day, I would be clear to remove myself.

So I got fitted, someone actually took a look at me with my clothes off and either made or found some gear that fit me real close and snug and a dildo went up my ass. First thing they did was assure me I was getting no sex and they proved it by putting a cage around my dick. I couldn’t get hard if I wanted to. The pads on my knees made walking around so much easier. And they were right about how comfortable the mitts were. My hands didn’t mind being in this one bit. It did hide my fingers, tho, so I was way more at his mercy. I trusted him, tho. The cuffs he put at my wrists and ankles were interesting. On some level I felt they were decorative, but there was clearly a use in putting a ring on each limb. They could tie me up so many different ways with those. One thing master said was important for this day was the leash and collar. There were a ton of guys who’d want to see the gear I was wearing and he needed a way to be sure I didn’t get lost in a crowd. These leash was also important because of the next things. I couldn’t talk anymore, because of a face … um … thing… my jaw was stuck open around either a ball or a longer thing. I kind of liked how the longer thing filled my mouth, but every time master took it out for inspection, it was a little bit longer going back in. Master inspected it until it was the perfect size to help me swallow, but I could still get air, it just kept my breathing slow. The other thing was the tail. This way, I could wag when I was happy. The tail came from the end of a … something I wore in my … this one I was less fond of, but master took great care to fit me properly. Once I was in, I had a way to confirm I was enjoying myself. There, stuck on all fours and drooling around a mouthful, I wagged my tail to let him know everything fit. He called me a good boi and sent me to bed. My day as a pet would soon begin.

Waking up was a new experience. All these things reminding me I’m a pup. The new pressure and comfort in the various things I was wearing. Master asked how I was feeling and I wagged my tail. I was not expecting the sensation of… as the huge rubber tail wagged back and forth, I felt … inside, I felt it moving back and forth and I lost focus for a moment. Master called me a good boi and petted my head. For some reason, that felt … good… The rest of the time, I found myself surprised at a lot of things that … felt good. I did only as I was told. There was a bit of breakfast, but I didn’t have to make or do anything with it. Master plugged a small tube onto my face piece and then pushed my food through. I felt it coming out in the back of my mouth and swallowed. It wasn’t a big breakfast, but it didn’t taste bad … I think. Later in the day, Master did want to clean everything. He took me to the wash room and soaped me up. He took some of the stuff from me to clean underneath, but only one thing at a time. He reassured me the whole time, with pets and scratches. When he was done, I thanked him by leaning into him. I wagged my tail a bit and felt it wagging inside me. It felt so good I actually moaned. Master called me a good boi. I actually was starting to … be fond of looking up at him, the belt buckle at the base of my vision and his matted wet torso rising above, topped by his bearded smiling face. I wagged some more and moaned again. Playfully, he grabbed at my swinging tail, bumping it sometimes and sending waves deep inside me. Finally, he said he needed to check that piece, so he replaced it with another. It was a little easier going in and out, this time, but I do think the new one was actually a little bigger inside me. Longer, I think. Finally, he got me ready for bed and said I had a big day ahead.

So now, I’m one of those stories. I’m one of those stories, because he takes care of me so well, all day, tending my body and keeping me prepared … for my day as his pet. Little by little, I forget. My old life gets further and further back in my mind until there is only my Master and obeying him. There is only being ready to wake up under his command. But he is kind. I’m trained to communicate some important things when my mouth is free. I’m fed and cared for, but I am required to tell him if I need cock. He only touches me when he cleans me. It isn’t like that. But I do have to tell him if I feel the urge to… I’m not allowed to talk but for one basic sound that I make if my mouth is open when I swallow. The easiest thing to say when he takes the brace out of my mouth and it sounds like cock. It’s perfect, because all I want is to cum. Unfortunately, Master doesn’t know exactly what I mean, so he and the boys produce their cocks. Some of them are hard already and some of them soft. When Master asks me what I want, I think of having an erect cock and cumming, so I approach and nuzzle the hard cocks. My open mouth keeps making the sound until one of them grips my head and aims his hard flesh where my brace goes. I never wanted to swallow cock before, but this one fit so well inside me. He did push deeper than I’m used to, but I was relieved to have something there. Sliding in and out of me was a newer sensation, but it meant I had time to breathe, because when he pushed me to his root, I couldn’t quite inhale. Men’s voices around me called me a good boy. I wagged my tail and felt the pressures inside me, rolling my eyes into my head; unprepared for the wave of happiness at all these sensations.

That was my first experience with a man’s cum and most of it went straight into my belly. He pulled a slobbery and thick wet cock from my throat and there were instantly three others in my face. At random I happily and obediently let my face fall on one of them and then his hands held me while he found his rhythm. Hands began to pet me all over and even play with my tail. I felt them pushing my tail further in, not just side to side. One of them played with it in and out and in and out until he pulled it free. I didn’t quite like the feeling, but he put something right back. Hands grabbed my hips and a long object entered me, filling me up, pushing deeper than I’d ever felt before until I felt his body rest against my butt cheeks, thighs against my hamstrings. My groin felt a fire, but the cage held me fast while I obeyed my Master. It was not appropriate for my cock to wag around without permission. Instead I dripped everywhere. While the cocks kept their rhythm for my spit roasting, Master touched my penis and played with my pre. He also called me such a good boy. My leash was not connected and neither were my cuffs, there, between those two men, they were my second and third for the afternoon, but they were not the last. After the last, I was exhausted and dripping fluids of countless men’s cocks from everywhere. A few of them jerked off and came across my face or shoulders or wherever else. Master cleaned me up quite tenderly and then got me ready for bed, fitting all my accessories back in place where they belonged and telling me to get rest before my day as his pet.

I woke to Master removing my mouth piece so I could receive his morning wood. As he relieved himself into me, he greeted someone else into the room, welcoming them to use me. The bigger dildo was wiggled and removed and easily filled with the cock. Now spit roasted again, I began to pre, taken by the stuffing of cock. I never questioned any of it, not one step of my reprogramming was resisted. My Master made me into his new pet and I … believed I was still waiting for that day to begin.

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.