Bathing Is Very Simple. Mostly, It’s Just The Hot Water. There’s Also Some Light Disinfectant, But

The fraternity is well known … to the right people … for the himbos it forms out of its pledges, roughly once a semester. While many of the boys get to join in on the alpha energy, one of the boys that joins… gets to be the one to provide service to his new brothers. The boys all have a special camaraderie with each other. They all like to whip out their dicks, but they don’t like to put it in each other … until the gang bang has been going for a while. Some extra touching is just inevitable. The recipient is a poor boy they have already confirmed will glance at a man. He’s the perfect type to strip and use and put to work. He, like the seemingly mindless naked himbo that brought him his harness after the boys stripped him, would do basically everything for the boys, lifting and running and pushing and sweating. Slowly, after accepting he belonged to them, he dieted as they directed and his body transformed as his mind did also, beefing up and dumbing down. Eventually, employees of the Company will collect him and he will be auctioned to Clients — as good a Product as any. The boys continue school, continue working the himbos they have, continue picking up a new one every few months.

There are as many as six or more himbos in the house. While the himbos and the boys are on a different path, sometimes one of the boys switches to join them. Sometimes he becomes curious and subjects himself next to a new himbo and whether he likes it or not is swept into place with the rest of the himbos. Sometimes it happens when the extra sex starts to happen during a gang bang of one of the himbos. Brothers come and go during those, so sometimes … when a room is full of naked dudes… if one of the boys starts sucking a dick and positions himself so his ass is free, another of the boys is likely to spit on it and force him open. His mouth will be full of cock and when he protests, the brothers inside him will keep him in line. He’ll end up as mindlessly filled with cum as the himbos he used to fuck. When the boys are cleaning up the himbos, the next day, one of them might realize what happened to one of their brothers… but even if he does, that usually just means they clear out his room and throw all his belongings away, so he can sleep naked with the other himbos. A lot of times, it’s one of his closer buddies and when he finds out he missed the chance to put a load in his friend, he’ll get to it right then. When that happens, it invariably means the boy is getting a gang bang all for him.

He spends that very next day getting mindlessly fucked all over again. A second day of being powerless to cock and spunk and cum? When he finally wakes up on the third day, he finds himself in the room with the rest of the himbos. What this means is his tired and taxed mind will see a cock within the first few moments and his recent conditioning will put his mouth around it before he really thinks about it. The first brother that walks by the doorway to the himbo room will absolutely see the suckling himbo’s open ass and use it. Thus, his third day of training begins. The cock pressing into his ass does something to his mind as he swallows cock to the root again; his eyes blink and things come into focus just a bit. He might reach a hand around to hold his ass cheeks open … trying to help … and then the cock pushes his hole open again. The moment arrives quickly — he’s been opened up for two days straight, now — but it also still hits the last nerve of his drained out intelligence. On the second day, the brothers made sure to make cock his breakfast; but this time, he did it to himself. He tries to protest, again, but he’s already got two cocks in him. The himbo in his mouth might be dumb, but he still has a grip on his own dick. The himbo in his mouth might even be a former brother, still tapping the last of his alpha energy but now in a more mindless state. Some of the brothers will of course be interested in the newest himbo’s third day and will arrive to make sure he’s fitting into his new role.

LD

Every so often, I keep thinking of Ted and what he told me. He sat his butt down right across from me and started peeling a banana. Ted is a very lean lithe luscious lickable lunatic lush of a little lover boy and he knows it. Brian had just gotten up, too. He was busy on his computer already. So Ted finished peeling the banana, see, and that’s when he said it. Well… That is… I mean he didn’t so much as say anything. Come to think of it, he actually didn’t say a word. With his back to Brian, Ted gave me a wink and proceeded to deep throat the banana. Just once quickly down and back out again. Nice and smooth. The banana seemed untouched. He spent less than a couple seconds looking at me after that, before taking one small bite and setting the banana down in front of me and getting straight up and leaving. Of course I couldn’t just leave the banana lying there. I love bananas; I’ve loved ‘em ever since… I’m not sure. Anyway, the whole time I was eating it, I kept thinking about what he said. With every swallow almost, I saw the banana disappear into his mouth. It was penetrating. All day since, I keep thinking about eating his banana and him deep throating. It’s like I can’t focus on anything else anymore. Swallowing his banana. The whole thing. It just wouldn’t leave my head alone. Finally, when I got back from work and found him in the kitchen, I had a chance to ask him what that had been about. I didn’t have a chance, though. When he turned around, he had another banana. This one was already peeled. Nothing but the delicate flesh from soft tip to banana-fana-fo-fana-licious base. I started salivating. Never had I wanted so much to swallow a man’s banana so intently. I love swallowing his bananas. Ted gets them ready for me all the time now. Every time I see him, and that’s morning, night and usually noon too. I leave work early now just to get another one. He knows me so well, it doesn’t matter what time I get back, Ted’s got a banana for me to swallow. Once, I even went right back through the door. Ted already had a banana. I crave them so much, I have as many as I can. As soon as I swallow a load, I ask him for another one. All over my face and down my throat, they go. Such delicious bananas. Load after load, I can always have another. Little lover boy loves me. He must. Why else would he bring me cock to swallow all day? I love swallowing cock all day. Who wouldn’t?

"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."

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.

They’d partially filled the wheelbarrow when Ted tripped and fell on it. Rudy gawked. It was as if his clothes had fallen apart. Ted’s hairy front was exposed from neck to ankle.

There was something in the air then, or there must have been, because the stalk in Ted’s mouth made Rudy want to put the rising stalk between Ted’s legs in his, hanging open as it was, already.

They forgot what they’d been doing for a while, that afternoon; dripping slobber and cum all over Ted’s wood and down Rudy’s front. Ted eventually wondered what all the fuss was about and switched the plant stalk in his mouth for Rudy’s flesh stalk.

This, the first time they slobbered and came in and all over each other, was the longest. They did it fairly regularly after that, though.

The hypnosis has effects on them before they know it. At some point, they do know it. However, they do things like Blane. He’s not at home. He still has most things he has when he leaves the house. As he tries to turn off the video he finds himself watching, looking away does not occur to him. Instead, he points his car alarm toward the screen and tries to change the channel. What he believes happens as a result is irrelevant. He will soon be some sort of hungry or thirsty that he cannot identify. There’s a certain way they vaguely tug at their own clothing when they reach this point; a certain stare in their eyes for what the screen shows them. There is drooling, their mouths are open as their tongue works at some invisible thing it wishes were there. When he finally notices that his face is being pressed by numerous large rigid delicious man sausage, he dives on them. This process doesn’t always take care of the gag reflex, but the way they shove meat down their throats (and the way they’ll let their faces be fucked) takes care of that rather quickly. Many clients enjoy the fresh made cock lover still in his last clothes. It’s like gift wrapping. Blane’s clothes were soaked in cum before they were removed. That’s when his master got to have Blane’s first orgasm since having his new mind.

Reblog if you’re the gay sibling.

The last thing he did deliberately was enter the building. The receptionist apologized for blindsiding him with a spritz in the face. It smelled musky and thick, unpleasant and made him wince, but didn’t last long. In truth, by the time the receptionist was done apologizing, the unpleasant aspect of the aroma was gone; and as he stared at the receptionist’s face, all he could think of was men. The two of them were men. Sure men of the clothes, but underneath it, too. He didn’t know what the receptionist said and tried to say something. There was only one thing his men could say about the next thing on his men.

In fact, by the time the receptionist had finished apologizing, the Tools that landed on his skin and were inhaled directly to his lungs were having their effect on him. Few men have tried to describe it while it happens, but many more have simply watched the change that happens to them. The most concentrated doses have a proven effectiveness in mere seconds. Maybe not sexual at first, but almost always immediately any change is recognized. How long before he manages to get one of his holes onto a cock varies by circumstance, but in the building, there are enough men willing to help a guy out.

The receptionist smiles as the man opens his mouth and says “fuck” as he tries to remember. The receptionist guides him a little. “Men?” He smiles wide at the word and relaxes, letting out a breath. “Yes, men. My … in my…” he’s a bit confused, now, though. He’s not sure where some of the thoughts are leading him, but it’s very clear: “men in me.” The receptionist smiles, reaching a hand over the counter and guiding him to the end. “Absolutely, sir. You are for cock.” It’s an epiphany to hear the word. Right after that, the receptionist emerges from the end of the desk and he can see the man isn’t wearing anything more than his shirt; and he has a penis showing, hanging below the hem. “I am for cock.” He stares for just a moment, the clarity ringing in his head, reverberating, filling him with cock in the final rewrite of his brain to yearn for cock inside his holes. He didn’t notice anyone messing with his pants, but when he bent down to put the reception… the re… he put the man’s cock in his mouth and pulled the shirt out of his way, feeling someone spread his cheeks and begin licking his ass.

Some time later, he was on his back on a bed, between those two men, being pounded and filled by their cocks.the only pause was when they changed positions, sometimes one of his holes got a break for a few minutes, but one of them was thrust full of cock. Even when, hours later, one of them finally brought himself over the edge to spray him with cum, there was another man waiting to join, getting undressed behind him. As long as he was being filled with cock, he was happy.

I put on my jumper just to show my roommate how visible my cock was.

He laughed and took photos while I stood there. I didn’t understand what was so funny, but I was also unaware of what he’d put in my drink and what he’d sprinkled on the jumper without my noticing, just before I put it on.

As I stood there, my visible cock visibly stiffened. While I still believed I was just waiting for him to be done, I was actually waiting for my master to give me my first command.

Finally, he commanded me. “Off.” he said. “All of it.” I stripped naked and waited for whatever commands my master had for me and I did so hope they involved his cock.

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.