An Attendant Requires He Use Some Hand Sanitizer As He Enters. By The Time He Arrives At A Machine, His

Jim thought he was taking this photo for his girlfriend. Actually, she was tired of his shit and forwarded the photo to us. We took care of Jim. Now Jim is taking care of client after client after client.

I had him right where I wanted him. He was trapped in a boat with me in the middle of the lake. He relaxed and took some photos and I helped myself to his cock. He snapped a few shots while I slipped his shorts off him; and ultimately took a nice photo record of my descent into his cock slave.

Maybe this was actually his trap for me...

His body, the way he looks at me… I’m always loose for him. I wake up and look at him, he looks at me and I sit on his morning wood. It’s our favorite way to be: me on top of him and him inside me.

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.

“Wait a second… tell me again how this was going to help you clean up the garage?”

The thrusting, now quick jabs back inside, continued.

“I don’t want you to think about that.”

“You don’t want me to think a—“

“All I want you to think about is my cock.”

“Your cock.”

“That’s right, boy, think about my cock.

Ramming. Jabbing. Piston fucking.

A moan. “Think about your cock.” “Cock” makes an open mouth and he never quite stays the word,just moaning the rising lust.

“Attaboy, open up for me.”

“Think only about cock…”

The words drifted in the air. He didn’t even really understand. He did for a moment, but by the time he said the words, the only thing in his head was the cock in his ass.

“You’re mine, now. You’re my boy.”

“I’m your boy.”

“You are for my cock.”

“I am for cock.”

“Good boy.”

They were once friends, but for some men, the Tools are irresistible.

They usually also aren’t careful with the Tools, and we add them both to our stables.

“For my cock. For my cock. For my cock.”

He’s repeating it as he continues to rape his former friend.

His former friend is no longer unwilling, happily swallowing the cock he was reprogrammed for, using whichever hole he tries to enter.

“For my cock. For my cock…” He no longer means the words. The only one he knows anymore is “cock” as he cums and rests and grabs his friend again and fucks him some more.

The men who arrive in the morning, to pick them up, place a gag in front of his mouth, just big enough to fill his mouth, widen his jaw and flatten his tongue. He stops trying to speak and they both accept the physical directions of the men in suits. When he arrives, naked men happily remove his gag and replace it with the real thing. He has no idea he wasn’t doing this yesterday and gladly swallows cock for the first time, as other men begin to train his ass.

It’s bigger on the inside.

Jeff couldn't take the psychological crap Ben was playing on him as they wrestled. It got so bad, Jeff couldn't even tell who won. He found Ben in the showers, afterward (never thinking on the coincidence of choosing the same of so many lockers to use). With just the two of them in there, Jeff felt no resistance to what he really wanted to do to the guy. What surprised him was when Ben knelt as Jeff approached and his dick slid easily and directly into Ben's mouth. Jeff thought his memory was a bit spotty, because the next thing was some ass fucking, but... there were more men and... they weren't in the showers anymore. There were just... lots of hairy torsos and... hairy faces... slimy tongues and delicious wet hard cocks. Jeff was getting more dick in him than he ever thought he would want and he hoped it never stopped.

It seems like your typical Turkish oil wrestling, but we're very particular about our applicants. We don't let just anyone proceed to the oil tent for our special concoction. The games are otherwise normal. The effects don’t begin while they’re out there in front of everyone. The effects don’t start until they use our showers to clean up. What’s in the oil doesn’t react with what’s in the water, but the men sure react to the combination. The private after party we host is quite a treat for us.

It’s a boy’s duty to please his daddy whenever he’s told.