When Gareth Asked For Help, We Gladly Responded. We’re Not Sure What He Wanted Help With, But It Doesn’t

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

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.

He joined this meeting, because he thought his expertise was crucial to negotiation

He wasn’t aware he had been Targeted

Repeatedly, he was easily convinced to relax, remove his clothes, and let the two men stretch him open

They cum in him and he thinks he’s finished obeying

But when their cocks leave him empty, he gets on his knees to have them fill him up again

The boss said we should use the outside showers.

We didn’t know about any outside showers and we were kind of pissed about it until we saw how big it was. We had one last beef over noticing there were only two for the three of us, but really, by then our shoes were off and I for one wasn’t going to put my clothes back on. We did kind of try and preserve privacy, but once we got wet, we didn’t really care so much. In fact, when we aimed the two close to each other, it kind of worked for all three of us. I stood in the middle while they rinsed, but then I dropped to my knees and looked at the two big cocks pointed my direction and just grabbed them. They both yelled out at me, but I didn’t tug. I needed. I mean… I kneaded them. I felt them flex in my fists. They didn’t actually pull away, though, and I could feel them getting plump, swelling …

I gazed at their dripping heads and opened my mouth to swallow one. I savored the skin of his shaft and then released to taste the other. Already, I cared nothing for the shower and just wanted their cocks. I drooled on them, trailed spit between them, impaled myself on the stiff meat surrounding me. It was some time before one of us realized I had another hole. It sure wasn’t me. I could only beg for what I could see and when he was behind me spreading my ass cheeks, I was focused on the bush now fucking my eyes along the veiny rail of cock leading to my lips.

Alex Baresi, Arpad Miklos & Eduardo Breakers, 2007 - Titan Men, dir. Bruce Cam

After every swig, he feels the temperature rise and he pulls the zipper down just a bit more. Ever since Dave mentioned how the heat made him want to remove a layer, George felt he thought the same way. George was fumbling with the zipper by the time it was all the way down and Dave helped him make that final separation; not just of the zipper at the base of the shirt, but of his resistance to whatever Dave suggested.

Dave easily switched right to the zipper at Geroge’s pants and helped him out of those, too. At the same time, Dave switched George’s drink. Next, he was drinking the one that would leave him thinking that there was something he wanted that he just wasn’t getting. Then George would be ready for the rest of the guys. Dave and the guys would give him what he wanted; what he now wanted; what he’d be wanting for the rest of his days: cock. Cum. Cock and then cum.

George wanted cock. So when the rest of the guys came in completely naked and all staring at him, Geroge was suddenly very happy. He didn’t smile, though, not in the normal way. George’s new smile was an open mouth. George got plenty of what he wanted from then on. He swallowed cock and drank cum until all the guys stopped giving it to him. Then, he fell asleep between Dave’s legs; his tired body mostly asleep, his mouth suckling Dave’s temporarily limp cock.

Dave had a new sex toy. He was most pleased with it.

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.

He's been coming over to my house to "hang out" for many months now. All the while, I have been upping his dose of the drug. More and more he becomes docile. He apologizes for a foggy mind and I put him at ease, allowing him to remain in company anyway. Each day, he faithfully returns and I give him another dose.

He arrives, I dose him, I have him remove his clothes. He is not yet retrained enough to get completely naked, but he's too far gone to stop his training now.

I can't wait to have him standing around, perpetually erect. He's so fucking sexy.

These guys keep sending me selfies of themselves. Always all three of them, but more shirtless lately. They smile and give me hand signals. Always like I'm standing with them, looking down at their hands by their bulges and they're smiling at me. With each photo their bulges are larger. I can't miss the bulge they each have. I focus on it even more when the next photo is taken as if I'm on my knees, looking up at them passed their bulges, their happy hand signals and they're smiling at me. I want those pants gone and I reach for them—now their cocks are out and I'm excited and they're giving me hand signals and smiling at me opening my mouth for those cocks and they have their way with me. Pumped full and tired, they keep me safe for the next gang bang. This time with more friends, more cock, more cum I get to drink.

On some level, they think they still have autonomy. The two younger ones convinced their older friend to join them. They watch happily as their friend is inducted. They each had provided the small dose that changed their friend’s thinking enough to come along on this nude vacation. Neither of them yet understand the real change the company tools effect in men like them. They have no idea the true nature of the drugs they’ve been taking on these vacations.

Their master prefers it that way.

Once their master is satisfied they have brought all the hairy friends they have, master begins their deeper reprogramming. Now, it is their master who changes their minds to the same man lust as he has done so many before them.

Every orgy is bigger than the last.

He stands there, dazed, unsure of how he got out of bed or even where he is. His buttons keep coming undone. The light breeze in this space (from fans? such an arousing aroma), begins to ruffle more of his chest hair.