Typical Distraction And Drop In The Drink. He’s Getting Tired, Been Out All Day. A Hook Will Now Place

"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.

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

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.

Jones suggested this one. Small-town pharmacies carried it for only a few weeks, but they sold quite a few units. When unsatisfied customers check the box for contact information (and they’re all unsatisfied), they’re asked to come into the office for direct feedback and access to a “stronger formula”. Encouraged by results, we increased the potency and will be releasing the box in a few more towns, next summer.

"Well, I don’t normally drink, but since you went to the trouble. Thanks for inviting me over, by the way. It has been very relaxing to get away from town. Suddenly I feel like getting these shorts off. You don’t mind?"

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.

He was testing me, taking off one piece of clothing at a time.

I didn’t care about seeing him naked. That is, I had no desire to see any dude naked. I was letting him uncover his gorgeous body and enticing fur because it didn’t matter. I sat there on my haunches just as he told me to, because I’m a good boy. He looked down at me when he was wearing just some skimpy underwear; he smiled at me. I didn’t understand what the smile was for, but it was because I was still sitting there watching him strip. I was also beginning to drool as I stared at him.

It’s hard to describe what it was like losing my old self to my new self. Losing my old identity to cock. I just did what I was told, like a good pup should, and gave myself to my new master. He filled me with his cock all the time and I loved him. He petted me when I begged him for his cock when he was too tired. That’s when he started inviting friends over for me, so he could nap while I was getting cock. Thanks to his friends, my holes were never empty again.

He reached his hand out to steady me. He reassured me everything was fine. I relaxed and trusted him.

He pulled my mouth over his cock and guided my jaw to open.

I was still uncertain, but he was very caring, pulling my jaw open for me with his fingers and sliding inside until I couldn’t breathe.

He reminded me this was normal and massaged my throat until he entered deeper.

His flesh and his pulse filled my mouth, filled my throat in places I couldn’t even feel and blocked my breath. I struggled a little, but he pushed me further.

Finally I struggled a lot and he let me pull the rod from my neck and breathe again. I looked up to him and he had a questioning expression.

He reminded me I wasn’t going to get better at holding my breath if I spent so much time off his cock.

It made perfect sense, so I leaned forward again, allowing him to pull me even closer.

He coaxed and guided me deeper. Longer.

From my lips poured thick wet saliva that made everything slippery.

During brief moments when he let me breathe, he spread my thick cock drool on his shaft, on my face; then pulled me back in before I thought I was ready.

Always before I was ready. Always making me a better cock sucker. Always filling me with cock until he had his fill of pleasure, came in my throat for me and sent me to clean up.

Always rewarding me for a cock well worshipped by providing me more cock to worship

They’ve been roommates for ages. Really good friends, but never sexual partners. Their closest friends have seen it, tho. The way they look at each other, they just needed a little extra something … I’m just a photographer, but I see this in people, too. One of their friends hired me, explained the platonic situation and the gift of a photo session. I accepted and provided a small pouch of holiday sweets to be given to the pair of friends. Often, the pair never come in for their photos, because they’ve already been picked up in a Company van and taken to the stables. When they do arrive for their photos, having not tried the sweets, I provide them many alternatives prior to escorting them to their private booth. A photo session ensues, but one which does its best to get the unwitting pair out of their clothes and into each other. Layers are removed, but there is no space to change clothes when alternative outfits are suggested. They change into new clothes, by then needing the slightest encouragement; after which they are told to remove the clothes and they obey to their nudity to continue photos. They obey directives like a cock in a mouth and then the receiver loses control as he takes control and his friend lets him fuck.

The pair put a few loads on or in each other before the Company van arrives.

Getting ready for Christmas