After Every Swig, He Feels The Temperature Rise And He Pulls The Zipper Down Just A Bit More. Ever Since

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.

No more clothes. Their cocks were stiffening together. Mark was right, this was better. He’d been in denial. Aaron looked up and gave a passionate kiss to this man who showed him the joys of cock. Love? Yeah, maybe he loved cock, sure. The kiss? Oh, the kiss was fuckin’ hot. They stuffed each other well, that day.

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.

It’s heavy.

That’s right.

Let the rain soothe you.

The cloth blocks the rain,

soaks it up and becomes heavy.

Shed it.

Let the rain wash your naked body.

You are only right when you are naked.

Leave the clothes.

You have no need of them.

We have another just like you.

You have need of each other.

We will watch.

We will watch you indulge yourselves in one another.

The rains have freed you and now you find your place.

Your place is with cock.

More cock.

Any cock.

No cock will go without your attention.

You are a good boy.

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.

The first one, we give you on the house. It's for being so furry and sexy, we just think you deserve it. The second, we make you pay for. The third, you just want. You want it so bad, you forget about everything else. You stumble to a place to sit where you can enjoy it all to yourself. You get so drunk, you pass out. We pick you up. Then training begins.

The final celebratory act of the ceremonial graduation was the flinging of the underpants. Henceforth, they would be nude but for their own fur.

Of course he doesn’t know it, but that’s the last beer he’ll drink as an independent, free man. His sex will be our product and his delicious cum will add to our breeding.

He wants your mouth, but only because he hasn’t seen your dick, yet. Not only will he lick his lips, then, but he’ll also be salivating.