He Told Me He Was Having Some Kind Of A Problem, So I Agreed To Meet Him Around The Corner. He Wanted

The fraternity is well known … to the right people … for the himbos it forms out of its pledges, roughly once a semester. While many of the boys get to join in on the alpha energy, one of the boys that joins… gets to be the one to provide service to his new brothers. The boys all have a special camaraderie with each other. They all like to whip out their dicks, but they don’t like to put it in each other … until the gang bang has been going for a while. Some extra touching is just inevitable. The recipient is a poor boy they have already confirmed will glance at a man. He’s the perfect type to strip and use and put to work. He, like the seemingly mindless naked himbo that brought him his harness after the boys stripped him, would do basically everything for the boys, lifting and running and pushing and sweating. Slowly, after accepting he belonged to them, he dieted as they directed and his body transformed as his mind did also, beefing up and dumbing down. Eventually, employees of the Company will collect him and he will be auctioned to Clients — as good a Product as any. The boys continue school, continue working the himbos they have, continue picking up a new one every few months.

There are as many as six or more himbos in the house. While the himbos and the boys are on a different path, sometimes one of the boys switches to join them. Sometimes he becomes curious and subjects himself next to a new himbo and whether he likes it or not is swept into place with the rest of the himbos. Sometimes it happens when the extra sex starts to happen during a gang bang of one of the himbos. Brothers come and go during those, so sometimes … when a room is full of naked dudes… if one of the boys starts sucking a dick and positions himself so his ass is free, another of the boys is likely to spit on it and force him open. His mouth will be full of cock and when he protests, the brothers inside him will keep him in line. He’ll end up as mindlessly filled with cum as the himbos he used to fuck. When the boys are cleaning up the himbos, the next day, one of them might realize what happened to one of their brothers… but even if he does, that usually just means they clear out his room and throw all his belongings away, so he can sleep naked with the other himbos. A lot of times, it’s one of his closer buddies and when he finds out he missed the chance to put a load in his friend, he’ll get to it right then. When that happens, it invariably means the boy is getting a gang bang all for him.

He spends that very next day getting mindlessly fucked all over again. A second day of being powerless to cock and spunk and cum? When he finally wakes up on the third day, he finds himself in the room with the rest of the himbos. What this means is his tired and taxed mind will see a cock within the first few moments and his recent conditioning will put his mouth around it before he really thinks about it. The first brother that walks by the doorway to the himbo room will absolutely see the suckling himbo’s open ass and use it. Thus, his third day of training begins. The cock pressing into his ass does something to his mind as he swallows cock to the root again; his eyes blink and things come into focus just a bit. He might reach a hand around to hold his ass cheeks open … trying to help … and then the cock pushes his hole open again. The moment arrives quickly — he’s been opened up for two days straight, now — but it also still hits the last nerve of his drained out intelligence. On the second day, the brothers made sure to make cock his breakfast; but this time, he did it to himself. He tries to protest, again, but he’s already got two cocks in him. The himbo in his mouth might be dumb, but he still has a grip on his own dick. The himbo in his mouth might even be a former brother, still tapping the last of his alpha energy but now in a more mindless state. Some of the brothers will of course be interested in the newest himbo’s third day and will arrive to make sure he’s fitting into his new role.

LD

They’re having a good time, meeting new people. Their wives and girlfriends have been encouraged elsewhere and there’s not a woman in sight. They’re given open beer bottles and begin drinking along with everyone else they’ve met. They’ve been chatting together for a few minutes when another man approaches and directs one to remove his shirt. Casually, he does so, the both of them continuing to nurse their bottles. With the shirt removed, the other is told to admire his chest. As they keep chatting, keep drinking, the second man rubs his hand across the exposed furry front, himself choosing to also admire the patches of hair found on his arms and shoulders… and even on his back. With his hand now beginning to wrap around the shirtless one, they are told to get closer; which they do as his hand continues to caress and twiddle hairs. Kiss. The two close the remaining distance between their faces and press their mouths together, each with an arm around the other, now, pulling tight. Open your mouths. The kiss becomes passion as their tongues take over, their heads begin to move and they make out, licking and drooling as their new owner makes his final choice.

Finish your bottles, then take your clothes off and follow me.

The men part, smoothly raising their bottles and taking the final draughts, disposing of the bottles — and having no question about immediately removing the rest of their clothes. As indicated, the fabrics and belongings are left in a bin and the newly naked, newly reprogrammed, newly cock hungry men are taken to their new lives.

Monitization

It’s all set.

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Here goes!

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.

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.

Not long from now, their clothes will start coming off. First, they’ll think they’re tired and sleepy. They’ll snuggle each other in ways they never imagined. Idly unbuttoning each other’s pants, looking for a softer, plumper bit to lie on. The crook of a man’a crotch is just too inviting. Just like sucking a thumb, they’ll drift off with hardening cock in their mouths. Then, we wake them up for the party we’ve been waiting to have.

It was quite the late night, but he was pleased with the work we’d done and the help I’d given him. He could tell I was pretty tired, too; told me I could take a nap or even stay the night if I needed. I let him know I definitely needed it. I rubbed my face and gently massaged my own scalp for a moment. I heard my boss asking me what I needed and I opened my eyes to answer him. He had moved in front of me and was just standing there… at attention…fully erect. I was incredulous. I told myself there was no way I was looking at my boss’s cock… no way I was staring at a long, stiff piece of pink and red flesh poking from his business suit. I had to have fallen asleep already. It was really hate, I must have been dreaming about the pressure of the new position… but if it was a dream and I could tell, I might as well follow things through and process these thoughts manifesting in a penis.

Dream or not, I never tried to look away from that cock and begged to know what it was like. My boss smiled and said if I wanted a taste, I was going to have to come and get it. Come and get it, he told me. It was like the welcome to feed a hunger. Was I hungry? I did want to get his whole thing behind me, but …

Armond doesn't quite understand the question. That's partly because there wasn't one. The incense has gotten to him. He’s entering a trance where everything seems like a suggestion to take off his clothes.

What free will he has left is taken away with every bit of his clothes that he removes, unknowingly doing exactly as his new master demands of his hair-covered body.

Walter was being so cute. I told him I liked how his hair looked near his wrist and he pushed his sleeve up, so I could see his hairy arm… Walter was pleased but also so shy about my admiration.

I pushed for it. I asked if he would just take his shirt right off and let me see how hairy he actually was. He was gorgeous. I trailed my finger through hair from his wrists, up his biceps, around the lightly decorated shoulder, across that wide and scruffy pec, through the beautiful forest underneath. On the way across those carpeted abs, I looked back up at his face. He seemed lightly amused and a little bit thrilled.

My finger bumped into his waist band and I gave him an inquisitively hopeful look. His eyebrows went up, wrinkling his forehead, but he didn’t hesitate to begin pulling his belt; and I got to see just how much of a hairy beast he was.

It’s bigger on the inside.