Of Course He Doesn’t Know It, But That’s The Last Beer He’ll Drink As An Independent, Free Man.

A few drops in their drink; some fawning from a photographer—they always agree to have a few photos taken.

Get to a room, alone, talk him into a pose. Someone else trips the fan, so the room starts getting warmer.

More fawning, but it's easier and easier to get him to do things as he digests those tools we slipped him.

Take off the shirt, so we can get some good shots of that torso.

Bet these photos would be hot if those pants were unbuttoned.

Why bother even wearing the pants? He's so hot he should just be naked.

Naked, but alone? We should get someone else in here.

Who knows whether he would have let a cock rest on his cheek for a photo before, but he does now.

He doesn't even notice there aren't any photos anymore.

The camera man is just another man, naked and commanding.

The man has no clothes and no will of his own.

Hot, sweaty, drugged—he is a slave, as all who came before him.

Ted will nurse the last bit of cum from Neil’s cock and they will both return to the office. Ted has been marked. For the rest of the day, when anyone wants, they can stop Ted and cum on him. Ted is not to clean the cum off himself unless it’s with his tongue. He is also not to remove any clothing unless it is taken from him. He’s completely naked soon enough, though; and by the end of the day, most of his body is dripping cum. When a cum rag is marked, it’s usually a long day. The men stay extra long when they can drop a load so freely. Once everyone goes home, Ted’s day finally begins. He is sent to the stable where the cum all over him draws even more attention. This time, it’s from men who only fuck. Now and until long after Ted has lost consciousness, the many many loads will be left inside him. It is when he next awakes that he will be trained to fuck like they do.

"I just don’t think I’d be into it," Mike said as he and Manuel put their dishes in the sink. Mike had become friends with Manuel over the last couple years. It was a casual, no worries, see you after work for a sandwich, BS about games and work, see ya tomorrow kinda thing.

"You’ve never thought how fun it is to rub a dick on your face before swallowing it? It doesn’t sound the least bit entertaining?"

This was new.

"No, Manny, no matter how many times you say it."

"What if I mention nipples?"

Without a word, Mike reached up and tugged at the shirt Manuel had just been unbuttoning until Manuel’s nipples were exposed, just like he suddenly felt was appropriate. Mike leaned in and started sucking on one, just like it seemed should be done to a visible nipple. When Manuel started to open his pants, Mike reached down and made sure they were completely open, just as seemed usual. With open pants in front of him, Mike tugged on any underwear to make the cock visible. With any dick he can reach, it was getting rubbed all over his face. Precum was smeared in and tasted, savored and the more there was, the happier Mike became to love the cock. His pants tore when he dropped so quickly to put Manuel’s penis in his face. As the rest of Manuel’s clothes came carefully off, Mike’s suit became more and more tattered. Mike was responding appropriately to the sight of each aspect of the male body and having no care for any of his own clothing. The expensive and carefully tailored suit didn’t stand a chance against his new behavior. Mike had responded very well to the new method. We added Mike and the method to our regular repertoire.

It turned out, she’d known for years we were doing this. I accidentally said something to him in front of her and there was a tense moment when we thought it was all going to end, but that’s when she confessed she knew it all. She showed us the video and told us how many times she had deliberately gotten me excited before leaving us alone together. She had done it all, because she knew I wanted it. Somehow, she knew way before I did how much I loved having cock and having his cock and having his cum in me and all over me and … it didn’t matter. From that moment on, we lived as her pets and she kept us naked and fucking. One day, she introduced us to someone; a nice and hunky wolf with another cock for us to love erupting in our faces.

"They get you in your sleep," he warned. "They hit you with something that knocks you much deeper than merely asleep and take you to their farm. For as long as they like (and probably for the rest of your life) they milk you for cum. Machines stimulate you and milk you nonstop, even when you’re sleeping. They just keep pumping you for load after load. Hell knows when or how they feed you, but you never move." It all sounded far fetched. "Hang on," I said to him, "how do you even know what they do with you when they kidnap you?" "I don’t. This is a dream. They picked you up a long time ago. You won’t care about leaving when you wake up, though. It feels too good. It’s bliss and they just give it to you."

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 asks if he can shower. It’s been a long day of physical labor, moving all those boxes. I’m so glad he responded to the job listing. I’ve been giving him glasses of cool water to relieve the heat.

While he’s in the shower, I casually enter and suggest he open the door. He’s been drinking the water I gave him and now he’s bathing in the shower I told him to use. He opens the door, I snap a few photos.

The next suggestion involves the guy from yesterday who came to move the boxes. There’s really nothing special about the boxes. They’re just heavy. The boxes exhaust them; the water relaxes them; the shower makes them mine.

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.

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.