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Dressing exactly as commanded. Still reports to the work site as though we were his employees. We each take a turn giving him a new order.

Day by day, he becomes the naked, cock hungry, perpetually horny pet we needed … to lose ourselves to Lust and accept the rescue when we are delivered to a roomful of cock

He’s not confident about the state of things. The ring and the watch are further evidence of how he’s only been lightly dosed. His clothes are long gone, so there’s no question, there, but he does still ask some strangely coherent questions.

In this state he can be fucked in ways he never imagined, but even at that small a dose, it’s recommended to use protection.

If you want to be able to fuck them while they still aren’t addicted to cock, then hypnosis is the way to go. The potency of the Company Tools is not to be underestimated.

If you fucked him, like this, even with protection, he’s eventually going to try to swallow your fluids and that means his saliva is at one of your orifices. Chances are low, but you still might join him in the stable.

You’d fuck him while wearing protection, but then think everything’s fine and rest a bit. You only half aware, he would pull the condom from your cock and then maybe start with the condom, but definitely go for your cock. Pleasure is pleasure and you’d let him do it for a minute.

But then you’d remember that warning and try to push him up and away. Except that raises his head to yours and he reacts by kissing you. It surprises you, so you don’t stop him right away, but when you do push him away, there’s a string of … you don’t know whose spit it is or if it’s your cum. You think you can taste your cum. You also think you’re feeling okay, so you lick your lips a moment, breaking the dangling drool between you. You decide you need another taste and he welcomes your tongue into his mouth as you savor the flavors. It doesn’t give you the answer you were looking for, so you push his mouth to your cock again and let him swallow it. You begin to play with his cock, between your fingers. Then, you wonder what his tastes like and lean over to complete the sixty-nine.

After a while, you kiss him again, but you’re not thinking about any flavors. You need cock in hole. And it doesn’t matter which cock in which hole, so sometimes it’s his cock cumming in you and you are just thrilled when the suited men deliver you to a room full of cocks on naked men.

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

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

Talk is talk, but then the talk got weird.

Also: Coach put something in the water.

So, then the talk became action.

Coach watched as his team all lost their minds to Lust and fucked each others’ brains out.

Coach was wise to the Company’s half-hearted warnings. He didn’t dare touch his tainted bois until a full couple of days had passed.

Then, he started commanding his bois like the cock hungry cum sluts the Tools had turned them into.

He struggles, because he knows about the Tools. See, he believed he was about to fuck one of the bois in the stable. He was lying on the bed with his pants down, waiting to dominate one of the mindless pets the Company keeps.

Except that the man who walked in wasn’t one of the docile ones, but one of the trained Hooks, a perpetually tainted man who fucked the Tools right into other men.

He waited on the bed, idling on his phone and wearing nothing but his shirt as he anticipated the mindless reprogrammed cum dump.

All at once, the larger man was on top of him. He was only surprised, at first, as the man laid his entire weight on top of him; but then he tried to move and the man gripped him. He tried to shift his weight underneath, but the man shifted his and pressed down on him. The Hook’s cock dripped precum that was very effective lube. He began to struggle even more as he felt the slippery cock pressing into his sphincter. Now, he knew. Now, he understood the man on top of him was going to dose him and he would soon lose his mind to Cock. Lose his mind to Lust.

He clenched his ass and flexed his muscles as much as he could, but he was no match for this muscled man. His breathing was stifled and he could feel — slip! — the cock entered his ass, the pre giving more than adequate ability to slide right inside, now that his sphincter was opened around the shaft. He felt it enter and leave in little movements as he continued to struggle and force the cock … his struggling became halted movements and he began to realize the man’s hands were coated as well. He was already breathing in … breathing in the scent of man … could feel the cock sliding deeper … he moaned in spite of himself. Some of the tension in his muscles faded, but the Hook held fast, sliding his cock freely into the restrained boy. His eyes rolled back in his head as the cock began to bump his prostate. He moaned again, unable to refuse the pleasure he was already beginning to feel.

The boy’s resistance faded and the Hook’s grip loosened. Another man entered the room and the boy momentarily found renewed energy, but the new man pressed a hard cock onto his face and he could think of nothing but to lick it. First, he licked the hand that covered his mouth, so the hand moved and the cock entered his parted lips. He tried to refuse, again, but … he just swallowed, welcoming the cock deeper toward his throat. Meanwhile, the man on top of him began to fuck. He helped himself in and out of the boy’s ass as the boy’s attention was entirely on the shaft sliding down his throat.

The boy convinced himself that perhaps they would leave him alone when they were done, even though he knew what was happening. He knew the dangers of this Company. He had not been vigilant enough and now he was at the mercy of … Targeted by another member of the Company and soon to lose his mind to a new will for cock. He slowly allowed it to happen, slowly convinced himself to go along, unable to remind himself that this was exactly how he would lose himself to the reprogramming, unable to resist any further.

The two Hooks fucked until they filled him with tainted cum

Only they weren’t tainted.

This was just a trick against him. The boi submitted himself to cock entirely of his own will, took the man’s cocks deep into him and let them cum there and then welcomed the replacements. Meanwhile, the man who Targeted him was watching. With pleasure, he observed the way the boi allowed himself to become a cock slut without any help from the Tools. All night, the boi welcomed cock after cock into his used holes, until he was exhausted. Then, he was allowed to rest. When he awoke, he would find his mind was still his own, but then he would go through it all over again — fucked and used, made to believe he was dosed by the Tools, only to later learn he had submitted himself. He would either resign to the reprogramming and eventually actually learn to love cock or his new owner would finally choose to actually use the Tools and turn him into the mindless cum dump he kept expecting he already was

He agreed to try on some suits and accessories.

First, there were a number of shirts. He swapped out various T’s and button downs. His shirt got picked up with the others, but they left it alone until later. There were jokes about how they’d have no problem finding clothes for him to wear. He laughed, thinking they were referring to all the other clothes lying around. It put him more at ease and so he didn’t fret when all the shirts were taken away and they moved on to pants. They deliberately took his shoes and socks; but that also happened earlier, after he bathed for the photo shoot. When his shirt went away, he figured they would all be put together for him to retrieve when they were all finished.

Thus, when they gave him underwear they wanted him to model, he slipped out of his own without a second thought. He didn’t really think about it in the next set, but he was given no other underwear to put on. He simply, obediently, put on the trousers and suspenders for the camera. Someone did mention the cock line, but when he said it must be because he had no underwear for this, they asked him to unzip just to show them it was true. He opened and pulled apart his pants as they continued taking photos.

For his next set of clothes, it was just a robe that was too small for his shoulders. He only made one explicit confirmation that he was wearing the right thing, before posing in front of the camera. The robe could not be closed, so every shot was a full frontal pic. Eventually, they told him to just let it fall. Another man picked it up as they took quite a few more with him completely nude. They asked if he minded they brought a second person in, to get their pictures at the same time now they were almost through. Another naked man appeared, and they were introduced to each other and it was explained in front of both of them, one more time, that these were the last photos needed, so the men were requested to be in the same shots. A couple of jokes were made about their clothes to break the ice and then the pair easily agreed once again. At first, they stood separately, engaging their own poses, but then they agreed to step a bit closer together. They were directed to admire one another’s form and to touch one another. The men groped and poked and laughed as more and more clicks went off. An arm over a shoulder, legs spread and squatting, the pair were directed to grab or cover each other’s junk. They sat on each other’s laps and gripped each other’s thighs.

At first evenly, but then favoring one, they were made to pose with the other’s cock at eye level. Always closer to his face and then touching his face and then hiding his mouth and then between his lips and then in his mouth and then while hard and then making more and more of it disappear into his face as he simply adapted to relaxing his throat for the photos. There were no more photos, but that wasn’t in his mind. Cock was in his mind. He was focused on cock in his face, pubes brushing his eyebrows, hands gripping his skull. It was so very important that the cock return all the way down his throat. When it came, pulsing semen directly to his stomach, it withdrew and he was alarmed, but only until the other cock entered his face. This cock was new and not so slippery. It must go deep into him. That’s all he knew.

Eventually he slept, but when he awoke, he only wondered where the cock was. He looked around for only a moment before a cock entered his room and he started his day again. This time, he was Coached to remember his place. A man chanted in his ear about the cock he must worship. A hand jerked him off as a cock fucked his throat and then a tongue began to lick his ass. He was fucked while he was jerked and he was taught that when he cums, he will cum the last of any desire to leave, because his life is now dedicated to cock. For hours, he was fucked and edged, reminded that when he cums, it means he agrees to worship cock, agrees his only purpose is to be full of cock, stuffed with cock as he was jerked and brainwashed into thinking only of cock. The cocks dumped cum in him and were replaced with new cocks and all the while he was jerked off and reminded how much he wanted cock.

But every time he became tense, got close to cumming, they would ease off, telling him he wasn’t ready, teasing him with climax and making it into his signature for submission to the will of cock. Edged and edged until any spare word between cock thrusts in his mouth communicated “please”, “cock” and “cum”. At the end of another day, when he was becoming exhausted and sleepy, they finally allowed him to cum. He was fitted in a brace to hold him steady and told to sleep. Told that he was now to be used for cock. He was allowed to sleep, but with his jaw braced open, cocks could continue fucking both his holes for a few more hours. He drifted in and out of sleep, as he learned to live with cock, accepting cock and being only for cock

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.

In a Free Use City, there are two ways you can get promoted. You can put in the hard work by taking on extra responsibilities, going longer hours, and putting in the initiative. Or… you can sleep your way to the top. In a Free Use City, sleeping your way to the top isn’t frowned upon but instead highly encouraged. Especially by your bosses.

While everyone tries to sleep their way to the top, you’d be surprised to know that most people get promoted through hard work. Because… In a Free Use City, sleeping your way to the top is actually harder to achieve than putting in the work of the job.

When you decide to sleep your way to the top, you are heavily surveyed and judged based on your ability and skill of fucking and pleasing your bosses. The committee that makes the decision all must be pleased with your individual performances.

Even lost in the throes of pleasure, they remain focused on how well your pretty lips looked wrapped around their thick cocks, how deep you can take them down your throat, how much you can hallow your cheeks and swirl your tongue around their lengths. They count how long they can deep throat you and the amount of time it takes before your tears are dripping down to their heavy balls. Some count more tears as a positive while others consider it a negative.

The next part of the evaluation has them slowly moving down to your holes. They evaluate how turned on you got just from sucking them off. Similarly, some wanna see you leaking buckets while others wanna prep you themselves. They dip their fingers inside of you, teasing you just right. Analyzing how tight you are and how tight you can clench around them.

But they don’t take the time to stretch you. No, that would be cheating on the evaluation form. They need to know how well you can naturally take their fat cocks down your tight core. Some of them give you more points the more you arch and writhe as your body accommodates their girth while others remove points for not just taking it like a good whore.

As they finally properly fuck you, their analytical gaze never wavers. Evaluating your stamina and how quick you bring them to the brink of an orgasm. They have you ride them so they can see your entire body as you bounce on their cocks. So that they can see how deep they’re taking you, their cocks creating a nice pretty bulge in your belly with each brutal thrust. Even the way you cum around their cocks is evaluated and processed in the promotion consideration.

Very few workers meet all the requirements and surpass the points needed to fuck their way to the top. But you don’t care about the odds, you don’t even care all that much about the promotion. You just really wanna fuck all your bosses.

And you end up being the highest scored employee in the history of their company… Congratulations, you’ve just been promoted.

Here to take some photos. That’s all.

But we’d love to remove the belt.

Now raise the shirt a little

Now unbutton and raise the shirt again.

Still not quite right, drop the zipper just a touch and raise the shirt?

Perfect. Now go ahead and slide those down like a good boy.

Now let’s take the shirt out of the picture. Underwear and fur. Nicely done.

Next thing, let’s lose the rest. Just be natural and move. Good boy.

Now, put your mouth around this meat and let yourself drool. That’s it.

Now, lower your hands and let us move it in and out for your. Nice, just swallow when it goes deep.

Such a good boy. Someone’s going to massage your rear while we do this, just relax and enjoy yourself.

Good boy. Feel that pressure help you relax. Swallow deep and feel that massage go deeper, in and out.

In and out, good boy, drooling so much for that meat, aren’t you. Feels good inside your ass, doesn’t it, boi.

That one’s going to erupt inside you, just swallow. Good boy, let it drip when it spills. Good boy.

New meat for you, boi, just swallow like the last one. No more pictures, just a good boi

I never saw this coming. I always went for older guys. I liked the ones that weren’t so bald, but then this one sprayed me at the mall, just trying to sell a fragrance. I was annoyed at first lol especially when he sprayed me a couple more times just as I tried to breathe again. Every spritz pissed me off even more, but then I realized who I was looking at. He was younger than I think I was interested in — and he certainly was more bald than I like. I could tell, because of that shirt he had on. I’m surprised the mall let him work in such a revealing outfit. But when I recognized this was the man I’m going to adore indefinitely, all that anger I felt over having some strange smell sprayed in my face had nothing to do with how much I was drooling to have a kiss from this man. I could tell he knew what I was feeling, because he smiled and beckoned me to follow. I never even noticed there was no kiosk. He had just been walking the path, looking for a Target.

I followed him home and threw away all my possessions, just like he asked. He threw my clothes and my jewelry into a separate bag and set it aside. He texted for a few minutes and made a phone call while I kept close to him. He grabbed my junk to tug on my loose shaft a couple times while he was thinking. I couldn’t understand what he was saying. I only heard words like “fuck him” and “horny”. I followed him to the bathroom where he stripped and let me see him naked, finally. I obeyed and did not touch him and he flexed and dangled himself inches from my face… and then we got in his shower together and he made sure we were all cleaned for tonight.

Then they started to arrive. The men he texted weren’t the only ones. They had friends, too. They all came in knowing one thing: I was inside and you could dump your load in whichever hole you could get your dick in. I wasn’t used to that, but I learned quickly. I mean, ever since I followed him home, I’ve been … yearning … to have … him … inside me … somehow… and when I saw his cock, I realized that was it. Every cock that pushed my holes open, I did my best to let him in me. The choking eventually stopped and I just gagged once in a while. Thick slimy spit was leaking from my face hole, letting every man rod slide so deep in my throat so fast. Bubbles of slime and cock shaft all flowing from my mouth as men fucked my rear hole without even caring what else was going on.

I got rest when the men stopped cumming, but couldn’t sleep without my lips around master’s penis. That’s the only way I knew his morning wood would go where it deserved, inside me. So happy to be broken of sleep by the thrusting of his cock to the back of my throat, and I started swallowing, him deep throat fucking my face to get us started for the day. A guy in my ass by the time he’s done feeding me my first load. Always another guy by the time the guy in the back is done and breeds me.

They opened the door and looked down at me. My mouth was stuck open, but there was a short dildo keeping me from drying out. I was left on my knees, hands bound to my feet, behind my back. One of them looked pleased at the sight of me, but the other seemed unconvinced. I was struggling to remember. This didn’t seem like where I wanted to be, but I couldn’t remember anything. The sight of the two naked men, though, seemed to make sense. Of course I was bound for them. It turns out, though, the one smiling at me was interested in playing with my face hole, but the other wanted my back end and the way I was bound, he would have to retie me. They did unbind something in the back, because I was allowed to stand and follow them inside.

In almost no time at all, I was in my new position for them. A cock was sliding down my throat, even though I’m not sure I wanted it; but another cock was going into my ass and … something was right. I breathed around the meat in my mouth until they started fucking and I had to learn again. I do think I was surprised not to gag on something going so deep in my throat, but something seemed right. They used me until their cocks erupted sperm inside me and they both seemed satisfied. They gave me a bath and then led me to my sleeping spot, a large cage in a corner of the public area. There, I rested. Feeling the warmth of my new home, I dozed quickly and deeply. I didn’t wake up until a Master was beckoning me to exit my space. They apologized for a crash course in so much sex, but I didn’t understand what they were talking about.

But then, three men arrived at once and they all wanted to use part of me. They tickled me and locked me up. I was stuck in position to receive cock. The extras were rubbed on me until their turn to enter. When I got sleepy, they trained my jaw to stay open, using a brace. I was able to get some sleep while they cock. I dreamed full of cock and I woke up swallowing cock, rocked by the rhythm of their humping cock

He said he was ridiculously hard and his erect cock was too massive to ignore.

I told him to show me flesh or shut up about it and so … this monster erupted from his pants.

When I saw it, I walked over and squatted, then knelt to get a better look.

It wasn’t my friend’s hardon, it was a science exhibit.

I raised him by the head, since he was falling over by his own weight.

I beheld how tall it stood, curving to one side…

I shifted to beside his lap, so that gorgeous specimen was curving toward me and leaned in for a close look.

I closed an eye and poked myself with it, feeling the flesh against flesh and smelling my man’s musk.

When I pulled away again, it was only to shift one more time; this time aiming his curvature at my open mouth.

His angled rod strode right passed my lips and hit the back of my mouth.

I closed my lips as drool escaped and began to swallow him further than the back of my mouth.

He laid a hand on my head to help me along when I found it difficult.

I was fully throating his cock a few minutes later and he continued my training to skull fucking.

After he came in me, he put me back between his legs so he could hold me in place.

I took a nap with his hard rod holding my jaw open, teeth just gently resting on his shaft.

To reward me, the next day, he fitted me with a brace and my collar.

I changed into them, taking off my old clothes before putting on the new ones.

I didn’t even notice how my new clothes only covered my neck and face, but my man… my master soon fixed that.

The next day he fitted my cage and my hand mitts and my knee pads.

He’s been enjoying access to the gym. Making excellent progress, too. Today, he will leave most of his personal belongings behind and drive home in his shorts. He’ll keep doing that until he has no more clothes to wear and returns just as naked. He’s confused and wearing the last thing he owns. We’ll help him with his clothes when he comes in. Our staff know what to do with any vaguely incoherent and mostly naked man. Delivered through a door, he is taken to a small room where he is told to remove his last clothes. Then, we let him wait naked for a while. Cock comes next.

It was very clear when you signed up to live in this dorm: everyone cleans up their own mess. You only get so many chances. If someone comes after you and there’s a mess in the way, you could get removed.

It wasn’t about sex, at first. Except, you didn’t really remember that, anymore. You just remembered this is what you agreed to. You lived here, you were fed, you were taken care of, and you were filled with the cum of every other resident — only you never really knew just how many roommates there were to a room… or how many rooms there were… It was hard to think about. The easy thing to think about was how much you preferred swallowing cock than sitting on it. Most cum always leaked out and you had to lick it up, anyway - but any chance at all to love your brothers’ cock was bliss.

You sat around, sometimes, while the guys were all at class. They took you to the park, sometimes, but the times when everyone’s classes left you alone … you almost remembered your classes; the ones you dropped, because you loved cock and you wanted to be there for your brothers. You agreed to it, of course. It was important for everyone to be responsible for their own mess. … then there was that day, one of the guys masturbated. Everyone said it once in a while, how they hadn’t been laid recently; but one of your brothers just got worse and worse, until one day, he announced he was just going to masturbate. The guys that were home … didn’t really mind. You all understood.

But then he came all over the floor and had to clean it up. He licked up some of it, because an older brother told him protein like that really shouldn’t go to waste. Everyone cleans up their own messes. The brothers were okay, as long as he didn’t leave it behind. He did that for a few days, too. Then came the time you were sitting next to him when he masturbated. He turned to you, the rookie, and begged you to help out an older brother. You agreed and jerked him off. You jerked him off as his breathing quickened and his muscles flexed and he ejaculated. Cum streaming out of his cock, as per usual, only it all landed on you. You kept jerking his cock as stream after stream erupted and left globs and ribbons on your arms and shirt. You kept jerking his cock until his muscles finally relaxed and his orgasm was over.

Then, it was one of the other brothers who told you to clean up the mess you made, jerking him off. You began licking it up, where you could. You raised your shirt, so you could suck it out of the cloth. Was this really the first time? How long had this gone on? You didn’t know. You just remembered you agreed to it. So when more of your brothers began to jerk off in the common room, you helped them, they came on you and you licked it up. It was you who said they should just stick it down your throat, directly. Not a drop of protein to waste and it was hard to get the cum out of the carpet, no matter how much you licked at the spot.

This was no fellatio, though. You were not the one in control of the cock entering you. This was pure irrumatio. Your mouth stayed open for any brother … or any cock … that needed his release. There were brothers, tho, that preferred your asshole. They liked the feel of it. They liked the positions for fucking you. It all went in your hole, of course. The brothers never made a mess of their own cum. When it leaked, you had to lick it up, so you … your love was for swallowing cock. Glock, glock, glock was the sound when the brothers had you nice and opened up for the day. You slimed all over the place, but nobody paid attention to that part. You failed to pay attention to that part, you just made sure the cum went back in you.

When you slept, the brothers cleaned up their part of the mess. You slept wherever a brother had you sleep. Sometimes just dozing on a sofa, often times cuddling one of your brothers. They didn’t sleep naked, though; only you did that. Your belongings were traded and sold. Your clothes, a thing of the past. You loved it here with your brothers. You were happy every time one of them came through the door. You were a good boy. You didn’t talk as much. You knew your brothers by their smell as much as by their name, but you never spoke of either. You had forgotten your own name. You responded to “hear boi”, but you knew that “cum dump” was you, because you are for cock.

You stand there, stunned.

You’ve been stunned for over an hour, watching him ravage the other boi sexually in ways you never imagined.

The other boi isn’t just a boi, either. That used to be your little brother.

Part of what stuns you is how much you enjoy seeing your little brother hollowed out by this massive man’s equally huge meat.

It was stunning enough when your brother actually allowed the cock to push open his sphincter.

But as the moments passed, you were stunned at how much of the shaft he was taking inside himself.

Then the thrusting. But the thrusting had become pounding. You could hear the force in the smacking as this man fucked your brother senseless.

And you envied your brother, the boi. You wanted to be just like the boi.

He watched as your own mind drained into nothing and became the Lust he was interested in.

You didn’t know you and your brother were being remade, you just followed directions.

Now, you are naked, drooling over the sight of this man balls deep in the other boi.

Then, another huge man entered the room and said almost nothing.

“The other one ready?” Being told the other one was ready, the new man gripped you by the head and directed you to a new location.

You were set on all fours and then your hole… the same hole your brother was getting opened up, you felt the new man pressing his manhood into your hole.

Your hole is now for cock. You are happy to finally have your own cock to fuck you, just like your … the boi beside you.

Next, you get to envy the other boi when his hole is filled with cum. You envy him as the man pulls out, leaving the boi dripping the excess cum until a new cock arrives and fills him, using the cum for lube and not even taking his time.

You almost barely notice that the pounding beside you even stopped, your mind is only focused on cock.

You miss it when it is gone, but you forget you were ever without it as you worship the one inside you.

The one soon becomes two and you are even happier. You and the boi are stuffed in both of your sex holes, shafts of penis constantly sliding in then out then in

And more and more, your stomach is satisfied by cum, your asshole drips cum, your body is slimy with cum.

When you sleep, you are cleaned by staff and laid out again to start all over, but better.

You are trained to worship cock and you do not stand around when there is cock in the room. You present one of your holes to any cock you know is near

JACK

THE GUY SITE

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.

A hand to steady me. I stumbled forward, staring at his fur. It’s like he knows I’m having trouble. I am having trouble. I’m meant to help spot him, but … for some reason, I can’t get my mind off his body, off his fur… off with his shorts. Obviously, the only sensible thing for me to do is pull his shorts down for him. Then, they would be off and he might stuff his penis in my mouth to avoid exposing himself. I touch my cheek to his wrist, because he’s touching me…

And then I fall to my knees, gripping the green fabric and taking it down with me. I don’t know why this is happening. I don’t understand why I must have his flesh inside me. I don’t know that he absolutely knows why. He’s the one who gave me the water bottle. He’s the one who put more than 3 doses in it. As I fall to my knees, as his cock rises to my face, as his hands guide me down, he welcomes me home. I feel his fur on my face as I feel his flesh inside my neck.

It’s such a relief for his manhood to enter me. I didn’t know how much I yearned … too … much thinking. Must swallow cock. He pulls my head back to look at me after a few moments. My eyes are watery and my cheeks are stretched but when he tells me to look at him, I see my life above me, spitting on me and pumping me full

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

He agreed to join his boss for some extra work over the weekend. He wasn’t so sure about it when he arrived and learned they were going out to sea, but it did seem exciting — and if his boss was the reason they didn’t get any work done…

But then someone managed to leave all the luggage at the dock when they set sail, so that evening, no one had clothes to change into after a quick bath in the water. It didn’t help when an idiot managed to knock the worn clothes overboard and sink them. He was incredulous, but everyone else was amused, so he relaxed. Turned out there were some shorts a few of them could wear, but it meant several of the guys were stark naked. And they left the land behind, still on their way out to the open. What were clothes, anyway? They had what they needed, didn’t they? … didn’t they?

That night, not only were a bunch of guys sitting around naked, but the ones that had shorts had been choosing to discard them, so basically everyone was naked… except him. He just couldn’t pass that line. He wore the shorts they had extra, but he did wish he could change. The men, though. They amused themselves sending the last clothes the way of all the others! Gone! His shorts were the only ones left, at all! … and as they hung about the boat, some of the guys were getting really close, and a few of them were actually no longer chatting… because their mouths were working a limp shaft … hard shafts… men started kissing, too. He didn’t know what to do, but he stayed relaxed. Then, a man came up to him to start kissing. He didn’t really have time to think of a more involved denial and found him lips to lips with a guy. It felt good, but…

The man kissing him pulled him sideways, so he rolled around onto his stomach. As he did, he didn’t even notice it as another guy deftly pulled at his shorts as he turned and once he was on his stomach, they were pulled off his ankles. That part, he noticed, he tried to turn, but a firm hand gripped the top of his head and turned him back forward, easily filling his opened mouth with a hardened cock. His breath caught on the blockage, but it quickly eased back, tho not leaving his mouth. He was going to try and ask a question, properly, but then the grip tightened and the hand and cock pulled together with his head between them. He could tell someone was already playing with his ass, but he started to notice. He felt unsure why he didn’t try harder to refuse, as if something in him wanted … … He tried to push back against the cock entering his throat and swallowed.

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.

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 smiles at me before he thrusts my skull down over his stiff rod. I was his boss for a couple of years, but he changed all that. I didn’t have much regard for the guy, but he was assigned to work under me and I gave him all the shit in the world to make sure it got done right. That’s all I cared about. Well, I lost that job, but he filled it, so there’s plenty of money being made. It all started the day he gave me a gift of appreciation. It seemed like bullshit, but he’d either been really lucky or did his research, because I couldn’t resist eating it. Little did I know, he’d laced it with sufficient doses of the Company Tools that not long afterward, he ordered me to get in his car and I immediately obeyed. It just seemed … right…. When he told me to do something, I just did it.

I got in his car, I sat quietly for the ride, I got out of the car, I entered his house, I followed him to my new room, I shed all my belongings and he fitted me with my first plugs, one in each of my holes. Each day, he traded them out for slightly longer ones; thus he taught me to take cocks the size he was going to start thrusting into me. He only had the one, himself, of course, but he had friends. Every weekend, I was the cum dump for his parties. The rest of the week, I was his cum guzzling cock worshipper every morning. So glad he taught me that. I beg him for every chance to worship cock and he’s so good to me, he gives me what I crave.

He smiles down at me as I begin or continue to drool; and then his cock goes into my depths, pounding into my throat until I’m drinking his cum, like a good boy. He lets me worship his cock for the cum and then goes about his day while I hunger for permission to continue

He tried to squirm, but we were too sweaty for him. My grip held and there was nothing he could do about it. My cock was hard as a rock. All I had to do was find his hole and enter it. He fought me the hardest when my mushroom found his pucker. He squirmed anew and tried to say something — but I just covered his mouth to turn his words into the arousing moans that made my dick even harder, holding him in place as his hole accepted my presence and opened for me. When I felt his lips stretch around me, slipping over my flesh and letting me into his inner warmth, I knew I had him. He squirmed, but he was immediately drained; and the deeper I slipped into him, the less he struggled and the more he moaned into my hand and breathed heavily.

Finally, I was all the way inside and I told him so — whispered it in his ear as I pressed again. Involuntarily, he flexed, pressing his ass into me, compressing those fat bubble butt cheeks of his and pushing another inch of me inside him. He moaned a weak whimper into my hand… and then I began to move. My hips pulled an inch or two out and then pushed them back inside. He whimpered louder into my hand and I did it again, but a little faster. Then again, but I pulled out more and thrust in harder. Then again, and again, and again. He whimpered with every thrust, and continued his moaning as my thrusting became fucking his virgin, sweaty hole. His notes of resistance all melted away as I fucked him longer and harder and he moaned his pleasure to me as his hole opened and accepted my cock, pounding his prostate and filling him like he never before imagined

By the time I came in his hole, he was mine, I even told him so just before I filled his bowels with my sperm. He whimpered some more, now much more tired than when we started, and much sweatier. Then, I rested, fully deep inside him as my cock began to shrink again. He accepted his position on my cock, that day. He accepted it so completely, that when I did pull out, I gave him a plug to keep him open for me. He accepted that he was now in his bed and he rested. I petted him and let him sleep for a few hours.

When I woke him, I taught him his next lesson. My cock does not need the rest he needs. This time, he came before I did. I had him lick it up while I kept fucking him and told him to imagine it was my seed before I filled him with it again.

The next day, I started on his mouth.

He’s been doing everything he can to please his new boss. He’s been trying to get a job with the Company for so long, he decided to try being an intern. He knew he wouldn’t be paid; but when they accepted, he knew he finally had his foot in the door.

Determined to please his boss, he did his best to do exactly as he was told. For the first few days, that meant just standing in his boss’s office until he was needed. At first, he wasn’t asked to do much, at all. He held his boss’s stapler, once; was tasked with dusting a neglected shelf, on the third or fourth day. In the second week, his boss sent him out for copy a few times. On Friday, he spent all day helping to sort a ton of physical case stuff. (He wasn’t being trusted with any information beyond dates, for this one.)

Before being sent home, he was told to relax; pull out his tucked shirt and such. He was instructed to be similarly comfortable after the weekend. He was given a few snacks and told to remember his instruction, should he decide to eat any in his off time. To drive it home, his boss said: “Come comfortable.”

He’s been muttering that, ever since — even between blowjobs. “Cum comfortable”

Now, he’s so good, he helps several of his boss’s coworkers, as well. When one of them finishes, he frees his mouth, so he can say “cum comfortable” a couple of times before a new cock replaces the spent one.

His task for the day, is to have a slimy torso.

Monitization

It’s all set.

From now, if you go to Patreon.com/desktop101, you’ll be able to let me know just how much it’s worth it to you for me to produce more content each month.

Contribute as much or as little as you would like.

At the start of every month, I will publish a minimum of 1 short story to Desktop101.

Based on my own formula, I will publish more stories per month as the contributions begin to pay for the process of writing/editing.

While the stores are inspired by photos/.gifs here and published here, the stories themselves will also be posted on Patreon. That way, when Tumblr gets bitchy about content, you’ll still be able to read them.

I also heard that Tumblr can send you the text of hidden posts. I may look into that and consider reposting some of the older ones as extras each month.

P.S. BE SURE TO LET ME KNOW WHICH OF MY TUMBLRS IS YOUR FOCUS. I have a bunch of them now and they vary in popularity. Truth be told, they’re all pretty dead right now, because I haven’t posted to any of them in quite a while.

Here goes!

I didn’t think he’d ever noticed me, but I sure noticed him.

I’ve overheard plenty, how much he hated homosexuals and what he was willing to do to them.

I figured as long as I didn’t get too close, he wouldn’t go that much out of his way to be violent.

I made sure to be on my meager lawn whenever he entered or left, so I could gaze at such eye candy.

After making my purchase from the Company, I finally was waiting for him in front of his own door.

He was ready to pummel me. That’s how I knew he’d noticed me ogling him day after day. He was ready to beat me senseless... until I sprayed the air between us, making some excuse about asthma and a new device I didn’t know how to use properly.

He didn’t give a shit. He advanced on me. I sprayed a couple more that he walked right through. I could see him inhaling some of it. I backed away and he followed, but by the time we got to the edge of the sidewalk, he had lost his impetus and had begun to give me a confused look.

I told him to smell it and sprayed again, fresh in his face. He sniffed the cloud, heavily, and just stood there. His breathing increased. I told him to follow me. I walked back next door and held my front door open for him.

He entered and stood, waiting. I told him he should probably take his clothes off and he suddenly recognized what a good idea that was. In barely a moment, he was standing naked beside a pile of useless cloth.

“These are mine,” I said, picking them up. I handed him his shirt. “Rip that up.” He did. Again with his shorts. He did. With each sock; and finally, his briefs. His sandals I told him to put in the trash. Of course, he didn’t know where that was in my house, so he just stood there - holding them, looking worried I might get angry or something.

I led him to the kitchen bin, where he breathed a sigh of relief as he disposed of all the belongings he’d carried out of his own home. Except his keys. That was the next project.

For now, he was ordered to remain in my own home, standing anywhere I could clearly see his entire form. Naked. Waiting patiently for his next command.

The fun was just beginning.

These guys keep sending me selfies of themselves. Always all three of them, but more shirtless lately. They smile and give me hand signals. Always like I'm standing with them, looking down at their hands by their bulges and they're smiling at me. With each photo their bulges are larger. I can't miss the bulge they each have. I focus on it even more when the next photo is taken as if I'm on my knees, looking up at them passed their bulges, their happy hand signals and they're smiling at me. I want those pants gone and I reach for them—now their cocks are out and I'm excited and they're giving me hand signals and smiling at me opening my mouth for those cocks and they have their way with me. Pumped full and tired, they keep me safe for the next gang bang. This time with more friends, more cock, more cum I get to drink.

Staying

As might be obvious for people who saw the previous couple posts when they went up, but be less apparent to people who recently started following:

It’s been quite a while since I made an effort to join the Tumblr exodus. Long story short, I’ve continued using Tumblr despite the fracture, but haven’t actually been posting much.

I’m working on a way to monetize this creative effort and will soon let all you interested folks know what’s going to be happening in the future and how this Tumblr will soon be working.

Moving

It’ll be a work in progress, again, but it will become another library in time.

Look for me @WarpHisMind as Desktop101.

One, at first, soon the familiar family that are these, just like last time.