He Applied For A Job At The Company; But Instead Of Working Inside The Building, They Sent Him Home With

None of us knew what happened. None of us knew that something had happened. We just wandered around trying to think about things. In the fog that had been, all of the women had been taken; and every man had stripped and gone to sleep. The transformation that occurred left the men untethered to sustenance, somehow breathing all their nutrients from the thicker air. Of course, those that did still Lusted and now that we ate no food, the men were always hungry. As we woke and wandered and began to collide, new habits began to form in the masses.

I was on the edge of a neighborhood. There was a large house nearby. The fall leaves were everywhere, along with tons of mulch and gravel around a big shed. I could smell… I was so hungry. Leaves and wood and rock and … man. I took careful steps, unsure but feeling led to the smaller shelter. As I neared, I heard sporadic rustling and … breathing. I approached the large opening and the sound inside paused. Then footsteps preceded the reveal of the man. He stepped forward, placing his hands on the overhead and regarding me. He was a stack of plump flesh and fur, thick legs on either side of a bush dangling … I believed dangling some flesh I could put in my mouth. I needed something in my mouth. The man made a sort of grunt or growl and I looked back up at him. His face was still groomed and his head bald.

I was relieved to see another man and eager to put him in my mouth. I didn’t know if that was right, but I certainly wanted it. After just a moment, our shock of seeing another man wore off. I stepped forward and so did he. We were very awkward, at first, because the mulch and gravel weren’t comfortable; but I leaned forward to lift his flesh to my mouth and he paused again. I sank to my knees, but then stood again, keeping his flesh in my mouth. I tasted a savory and salty flavor that triggered my saliva. Although drooling for the flesh to fill my mouth, I couldn’t stay still in one place on the ground and standing, bent over, was … odd… he gripped my head to hold me in place and then began to push himself in me. I gagged and pushed, too, gripping his thighs.

It was after he sat down and didn’t like it that we moved into his shed. He pulled on a tarp and folded it over a couple of times. Then, it was noisy, but we lied down and forced his cock in my throat. I felt such relief with his flesh entering my mouth and my dick swelled and hardened. He pumped and pumped, me drooling thick saliva everywhere until he screamed and came. I drank his milk, feeling … beyond satisfaction. Unable to breathe for the moment, but full of flesh and cum. As soon as he was done with his climax, he began to urinate. My stomach swelled and then I pulled away, causing all the rest to splash on my face. It reflected everywhere and he pulled my head back down, pushing his juice in me again and then let me off, but holding me so I was still in his stream, still being marked. I recognized the smell, now. It was him. I was his.

We slept. We didn’t move until we woke… and he fucked me again. Then, we slept. And so it was for… a while? Several times, we woke, he fucked me and we slept. It must have been late the next day when we finally … did something else. We exited the shelter and walked for a bit. The house wasn’t far, so we checked it out. There were lots of strange objects inside, but we knew some of them. We didn’t talk. Only sounds, our moans, grunts, sometimes a shout if apart, but that wasn’t often. He liked me close and tethered to his cock. We found the couches and the bed and began to clean out the house. Too many things we didn’t know or need. Electronics, food, excess chairs, random objects from bedrooms and living rooms. We liked the floor and the bed, sometimes the sofa. Closets and bathrooms we didn’t really enter. We bathed with the hose outside once we figured that out and then realized how to use the bathtub and shower… but we preferred the hose outside. It was less restricted.

It was while we were bathing outside, a few days later, that we met the next man to cross our path. He was hungry, too…

He was promised beer. We gave him beer. He was guzzling his fourth before he started to feel the effects. His dick was hard and he was pulling it vigorously before he stopped drinking the beer; drinking it so sloppily that it was spilling down his hairy chest. He’d be spilling cum down his chest for the rest of the night. If we can manage to get him to drink a couple more beers, the additive should have him guzzling cum right through training.

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.

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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.

He grabs your head. They are ready for you. You are ready for them.

You have given yourself to them. They will give their cum to you. Day in, day out, their erections will fill you with cum.

He took his shirt off at a party and then followed another man upstairs as they chatted. He hadn’t quite noticed they had gone all the way into a bedroom. So many sets of double doors made it easy to slip him away. He took a shot with the man, a nano dose. He really wanted to see how far it would go. The night was young, so there was plenty of time; and there were lots of men with plenty of sexualities.

When they got back downstairs, he kept bumping into other men, and staying close to them for longer and longer moments after. He met his match when he bumped into another strong and hairy frame, but then stuck to him, their hairs still mingling between them; but the second man took charge, grabbing a hairy shoulder and pushing the dosed brute to his knees. Suddenly, in his face was a big, meaty cock that had begun to rise. At first, he looked up to protest, but the hand that clapped the back of his neck, forced his mouth over the swelling knob, and he barely said anything else the rest of the night.

The blowjob was slow going for the once heterosexual man, but as he bent to the will of the cocks around him, his mouth learned to widen and his throat learned to relax. Drool now coated his chin and chest and was used by a few men to help lube, before the first man gripped his waist and lifted him higher. The irrumatio never stopped as his pants were pulled away and discarded who knows where and the assault on his remaining hole began. Tongues wetted him in turn before a cock finally made way, convincing his sphincter to open and then teaching him how deep he could take it.

At my favourite club wierd things started to happen. One night my best friend, Jack disappeared for almost an hour, and when he came back his clothes were gone, he was half naked and he only wore red gym shorts. I tried to talk with him, but it seemed that he had been drugged. He didn’t recognise me, instead he asked me to look in his eyes and he told me that he wants me as his cocksucer mate. It was wierd. Like his eyes were glowing as I stared at him. I felt dizzy. My mouth ran dry and the thought started to arouse me that I may wrap my lips around his cock. But… Wait a minute… I’m not gay, and he is my best friend. I can’t do that. I snapped out, and ran away. He didn’t come after me, instead he turned to the guy behind him, and talked with him. Probably he told him the same, because in a minute the guy kneeled before him, and started to kiss Jack’s cock through his silky shorts. Insane… At the middle of the club… Something was really wrong. They headed to the toilet. I followed them, and pushed my ears to the door. I heard moans from the room, and Jack was speaking. Something monotonous. Something about surrender. Something about getting more recruits. Something about receiving Masters power by swallowing something. Geez, I hope they are not doing what I was thinking of… I rushed back to the bar, as I heard that they are about coming out. I saw Jack exiting the room first with a half hard cock under his red shorts, then the guy followed him, half naked, wearing similar shorts. They started to discuss with two other guys. I had enough. I was threatened by what happened. It’s like a horror movie or an invasion. I had to go home.

At night I got no sleep. All I could think was Jakes glowing eyes, and what I felt. It’s strange, but I still got hard if I thought about kissing his bulge through his shorts. I could feel the hardness of his cock while the fabric is stroking my lips. I started to fantasise. I imagined the situation when I didn’t run away and kept staring in his mesmerizing eyes. I saw myself in the toilet as I kiss and luck his cock while it’s hard enough to fuck me. I saw myself exposing my hole to Jake to penetration, while my mind became foggier and foggier. What should they swallow to gain power? Who is their Master? How would he look like? What is his purpose? There were so many questions I couldn’t cum. I need to find out. I got dressed and got back to the club. When I entered I saw more than 20 guys wearing only those red satin shorts. The girls already left the club. When I looked around almost everybody had his red shorted mate. Some of them were worshipping their cocks to make it hard. Some of them were fucked by their shiny shorts invader. I was stunned and frightened, but my curiosity kept me in. I wanted to walk further, but Jack and three other guys stepped in front of me.

"He said you will come back. The spell on you was stong enough to plant the seed of submission in your head. But He said you are dangerous yo be given powers. Nobody should snap out of our binding. Therefore you will be given another role. We are all Masters slave, and soon you will be a slave too. But you will be degraded. You will be the slave of the top four slaves. The first ones. You will worship them… You will be their asslicker fagott with no will of your own. You will be their human toilet if they decide so. Because they are the most powerful ones. The favourites of Master. The ones who got part of their free will back."

I couldn’t say a word. All four were staring at me. No matter where I looked, they were everywhere. I knew it makes no sense to fight. I have to surrender to them, and accept my place as the slave of the four shiny shorts god. I dropped on my knees. They stood in a circle around me, all of them looking down at me, hypnotizing me at once. Because this was hypnosis, the most powerful one. I looked up to Jake and said:

"I’m sorry that I ran away I wasn’t ready. Now I am. Please forgive me Master. " I almost cried when I reached for his shorts to kiss his bulge. He accepted my apology and grabbed my head to control me. He pulled my head into his crotch so I couldn’t feel anything but him. His hard cock… The intoxicating scent of cum in the shorts. I was in heaven. Then he turned me to the other boys crotch and made me kiss them.

"You are not only my slave, but theirs also. You need to please and love them just as much as me."

I started to kiss the bulge of the guy whom Jake first captured. He looked down on me with an evil grin on his face, spat on me, and said:

"You are ours, fagott!"

I thanked the spit and kept worshipping his cock like I’ve been doing this in my entire life.

We were just roommates, best buds…. Until the day we became a little more than that.

We had almost jerked off together, once, but we got distracted. We got over each other’s nudity a long time ago — so many days at the gym together; showering opposite each other while bullshitting and not tugging the curtains between us. We had cuddled to sleep more than once, too, but never a boner about it. Just good close rest with my man.

The day it changed, he fell on top of me. It was the first time I’d had him that close while we were both naked. There was something… electric in his touch… and I felt it everywhere. I was immediately high on him. I could tell he felt something, too, because of how he was touching me, how he was breathing. When he moved a hand to better prop himself up, his hand only gently released pressure on my bicep but then caressed his way up my shoulder, along my collar bone, around my throat and under my jaw. His palm cupped my ear as his thumb brazed my lips. His legs were shifting, but so were mine, now. By the time his hand reached the crown of my head, he had brought his legs up underneath and I had lifted mine out of the way.

He was mounting me and I was presenting my virgin hole to him. His face closed in on mine at the same time I felt his bouncing cock poking me in the wrong places as he learned where to aim. When our faces met, our lips pressed into each other and our breath was noisy through our nostrils. I felt his cock touch a place I had never been touched before. We were both great with women, we both knew how this part went. Either you found the spot or you didn’t and the mood turned; but I helped him find it as best I could. I could tell he was dripping pre, because everywhere he touched felt colder. When he was finally there, I knew he would be slippery, so I did my best to let him in. I was nervous. I could tell he was, too, so I closed my legs behind his, pressing the back of my ankles into his thighs, gripping his arm and reaching my own hand up to his face.

When he began to enter, we both gasped. I couldn’t believe … my best bud… I had my best bud inside me and I wanted more. It was strained as he pushed. It still hurt a little, but I was already hooked. We had friends; we knew how this went. All I had to d was want it and I … wanted him so bad. He carefully worked himself back and forth so he knew he was slippery and pressed himself just a little bit further in with each return. It was gradual, but those little movements back and forth became his thrusts. Neither of us quite knew when it happened, but he was thrusting and I was pulling him in. My forearm had curled around his head, holding every part of him to me. The more energetic he got, the more I begged him to keep going, tugging him into me. We were moaning into each other, but he began to whisper things, like how hot it was for me to pull him back inside me, how good my hole was, and how much more he wanted to fuck me. I started answering him. Telling how how it was to have him on top of me, to have him shaking as he thrust, to feel with the inside of my body how hard and horny he was.

He tried to warn me, but I stopped him with a hand across his mouth for a moment. He tried to warn me again and I stopped him with a wet kiss, begging him with my tongue not to stop. His tongue answered inside my mouth and then he cried out, at first directly into my mouth and I swallowed his orgasmic screams as his first squirts shot into my guts. I was surprised I could feel it, his sperm ejecting from his penis and spraying my inner walls. His thrusting rhythm ended and he just pumped. I could feel his flexing cock stretching me as he swelled with each squirt. It was the most unexpected ecstasy and brought me over my edge. Just before his orgasm ended, I began shooting between us. Suddenly great streams of man cum spraying between us, but mostly all over me. My belly, my chest, my chin, the linen over my shoulder; cum everywhere as the silence settled and there was now nothing in the world but our bodies and our breathing. As our orgasms faded and we caught our breath, we looked at each other. No words, just gazing for a moment. And then he rested, letting himself come down on top of me, creating a cum sandwich with our chests. He still wasn’t removing himself. Instead, his hard cock continued to flex every few seconds, staying inside me… and I thought … where he belonged.

We napped from that. Both of us content with my cum drying and his cock still firmly wedged inside me. He wasn’t pulling his hips away and I wasn’t pushing him. In fact, I wrapped my legs around his anew, so he couldn’t move. His arm moved so my hand on his tricep finally met his hand and our fingers intertwined and we closed our eyes and slept. We were never in separate beds again.

Their Commanding Officer sussed them out right away. Sure, he used the Company Tools now and again, if necessary, but he liked finding them. The men that would slowly bend under pressure until you filled their holes with the raging libidos of their fellow officers. Taking care of subordinates was more than feeding them and giving them shelter. They needed more than food and rest for clarity. They needed release. Well, all but the ones who became that release. Over the course of time, their C.O. bends the boy down, training the others in the ways to reinforce his own conditioning. His mind is ever turned to phallus and he is reminded to swallow. So when his peers turn to him with their cocks erect, he opens his mouth and falls to his knees.