Barry Had Been Working On Nelson For A While, Now. Nelson Even Tended To Walk Around With His Dick Hanging

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.

I like to have pleasurable things to look at. Working with the company, I’ve been able to improve my decorations considerably. Now, I have a toy waiting for my desires in almost every room. It’s getting to where I have enough of them to engage in some … relaxing … whenever I like. This one is my favorite, though. He takes my cock very well. I like watching his hard cock bounce on his stomach as I fuck him. So big and … If I’m not careful, I’ll do something stupid, like … Ohh, his cock would feel so good in my mouth. I bet I could swallow the whole thing if I tried… I’ll bet my independence. In fact, I’ll have him shove his beautiful, hot erection down my throat while I fuck one of my other toys. He’s so well trained, I bet he could fuck my face for days. To swallow that rod of his, and the juices it can spew… I might lose my will to that cock, but it would be worth it.

All day, he can’t quite understand why, but he’s been taking his clothes off. He doesn’t consider the food, so doesn’t have any inkling that it was actually his son. He’s been hard on his son, but he trusted his son was learning the right lessons. Unfortunately, his son quite disagreed with the method and decided he was better off a mindless hole for cock.

To that end, his morning coffee contained a powerful and irreversible set of doses. On his own, at random, he simply obeyed an unspoken urge to be completely naked. He then suffered his son’s taunting as he devoted all his time to waiting on him. He laid at his son’s feet and waited at his son’s side, but feeling more and more to show his love to his son’s midsection, to find his son’s manhood, to open his mouth and adore his son’s manhood, to impale his own head on his son’s cock until he’s choking on semen — but his son never fucks.

No, he must do all the work as he discovers his new mission: to bring his son pleasure through the worship of his cock. To obey his son when told to stay in place as another man uses his hole and cums. Another man enters and cums in him and still he waits for his son’s next order. Several more cocks use his now accustomed hole before finally: his son approaches his face, gripping his head and inserting his cock, feeling his depth in his throat until pressing them together — and then began fucking. His son started fucking his throat and it made him so happy to finally be used by his virile son

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.

He poses and it makes me weak. I’m weak and my jaw is relaxed. I’m relaxed and his cock pushes my mouth open. My mouth is open and I taste his flesh. As I taste his flesh, I swallow his cock. Swallowing his cock always leads to swallowing his sperm. As I swallow his sperm I know I am his, because I remain stretched by his cock until he is fully satisfied.

I agreed to this when I handed over all my belongings. I agreed to forget when I let him take everything from my sight. I agreed to be his when I allowed him to dress me. Each day, I choose not to ask how much longer; and each day, I forget how many days it’s been. He pets my face with his cock before he fills me. I know he loves me; and I love being for his cock

See the hole and push into it. Feel the undulation and draw closer. The hole is you and you are cock. Stuff your hole with cock and go deeper still. Deeper, pup. You can always go deeper.

They never quite recognize they're doing it, but he's pushing his last remaining connection to his old life right off all on his own.

I caught him jogging a couple of times. I was restrained and he was nice about it, but I told him how sexy he was. I made sure we saw each other the next few days. Then, I asked if I could take a photo. The photo used the flashing. As soon as I took the photo, I told him I’d see him every day. I was told that’s how the hypnosis sticks. He’ll be here every day, now, whether he wanted to or not. I only needed one more. It was the day after that I gave him a dose of the Tools. I gave him the Tools and I told him, explicitly, any time he jerks off or has sex for the next two days, he must not cum. I wanted him as horny as possible when I finally told him to follow me home. Three days later, when he met me for the daily picture and new directives, he was erect in his pants. I told him what a good boy he was. Three more days, he met me with a full chub and then I gave him the last order. For him to leave everything of his old life behind, because he was going to follow me home.

That final day, he arrived without his watch, but he still had shorts on. I told him to remove them and drop them in the nearby bin and then to get in the vehicle with me.

Armond doesn't quite understand the question. That's partly because there wasn't one. The incense has gotten to him. He’s entering a trance where everything seems like a suggestion to take off his clothes.

What free will he has left is taken away with every bit of his clothes that he removes, unknowingly doing exactly as his new master demands of his hair-covered body.