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Now and again, he commands me to look up from my position, lovingly devotedly near permanently willfully forever on my hairy hard man master’s cock. My view changes from the small patch of hairy skin just above the shaft that keeps going into my mouth. Instead, I see the hairy belly, chest, pecs neck stubble chin and reassuringly stern face of man god master. I never see his eyes, because he wears glasses that reflect what he sees. I see nothing, because I am nothing but for his cock. I know where I am supposed to be, slobbering swallowing choking gurgling licking worshiping loving master’s cock. Sometimes he orders me to the water room to bathe, cleaning me and refreshing me for my position around the shaft of the manhood essence of master, ready for my belly to be filled with the beloved juices of beloved god man master. As we move about, he orders me to follow or stay and when he stops, I know where I am to be: I am his cock ornament, keeping him wet and hard and throbbing, no thought for myself as I choke and sit with my non breathing nose blocked pressed to him, to master, to the full length of master’s man cock until and after it fills me with his love.

He woke up wearing something. Actually, he was wearing nothing. He couldn’t look, but he could feel the air on his body—even his balls. His hands were stuck behind his back and his mouth was stuck open. There was a collar around his neck, too; he couldn’t lower his head, very well, stuck looking up just a bit. He was on his knees, but his ankles were stuck together, too.

He was just wondering how he’d been unconscious while in this position when a huge cock arrived in front of him. He gasped, inhaling air through the hole in his face. He could only vocalize as the dick came right for that hole, his sounds only exciting the man.

He squinted as his immobile mouth got its first taste of cock and its introduction to allowing cock to slip right by and force its way down his throat. With everything he was wearing, there was no stopping that man’s hairy pubes from bouncing on his face. He liked it, though. He was a little surprised about that, but he liked it anyway.

He settled into this position, getting fucked in the face. When something started playing with his ass, he guessed right, what was getting forced on him next, and arched his back. His posture excited the men. The cock in his mouth was suddenly replaced by a different cock and he tasted a difference. Man musk was cockalicious regardless, but the tastes… he wanted more.

When the men were done fucking him, his opened mouth poked around at the tired men, just like a puppy looking for scraps. The men knew they’d found their new cum pup and had him fitted for ears, tail and paws. It didn’t matter who he once was. He was now their cock dog.

He's been coming over to my house to "hang out" for many months now. All the while, I have been upping his dose of the drug. More and more he becomes docile. He apologizes for a foggy mind and I put him at ease, allowing him to remain in company anyway. Each day, he faithfully returns and I give him another dose.

He arrives, I dose him, I have him remove his clothes. He is not yet retrained enough to get completely naked, but he's too far gone to stop his training now.

I can't wait to have him standing around, perpetually erect. He's so fucking sexy.

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.

Tyler is going on again about how he doesn't think he could ever have sex with another guy. Jake is smiling, because Tyler is speaking more and more drunkenly. Tyler hasn't had anything to drink, though. He did forget his sunscreen. (Jake stole and tossed it.) Tyler borrowed Jake's sunscreen. (Jake happily offered a special bottle of the stuff.) Jake will offer "sober" assistance and "accidentally" cause them to lose their swimming trunks. Tyler will be hungry like he's never been before. Jake will be surprised at Tyler's susceptibility as they spend more than just that afternoon fucking each other's brains to mush.

A few drops in their drink; some fawning from a photographer—they always agree to have a few photos taken.

Get to a room, alone, talk him into a pose. Someone else trips the fan, so the room starts getting warmer.

More fawning, but it's easier and easier to get him to do things as he digests those tools we slipped him.

Take off the shirt, so we can get some good shots of that torso.

Bet these photos would be hot if those pants were unbuttoned.

Why bother even wearing the pants? He's so hot he should just be naked.

Naked, but alone? We should get someone else in here.

Who knows whether he would have let a cock rest on his cheek for a photo before, but he does now.

He doesn't even notice there aren't any photos anymore.

The camera man is just another man, naked and commanding.

The man has no clothes and no will of his own.

Hot, sweaty, drugged—he is a slave, as all who came before him.

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.

Was I seducing him or was he seducing me... I... Y'know, as I look at the cock poking out of his clothes I don't really care. I just wanna swallow it. I'll be swallowing it so hard I won't notice or care when he snaps the collar in place. I leave all my belongings when he leads me off the train—not even the clothes I was wearing go with me.

Just for a bit of fun; that’s all we went for. A few days’ holiday. We arrived and I pulled out me phone to take a picture. I wanted one from before, just to remember. Had them take their shirts off for a gas. Course they did it. We were there to have a bit of fun. Shirts off and right to work, they probly thought. But me, I had other things in mind. Things like the spray in the bottle by the plant just to me right. Shirts off, arms round, I snap one and pick up the bottle and give the handle a squeeze. The mist cloud passes over them. They give me a weird look, of course, and I give them one back. It’s all very funny, yeah. I squeeze again. I do it for as long as they let me get away with it; and just when one of them is about to pull away from the other, thinking the photo’s done—one more, I tell them. They stay, arms round, still lookin’ at me. I watch their hands, though. They’ve begun to squeeze the flesh they hold. Yeah, I tell them, just like that. I put on an air like a professional and spritz as I begin to circle them. Through the lens, I watch their faces. They’re both squeezing each other and they both like the squeezing. They watch me until I’ve put one’s head in the way of the other. That’s when they look at each other. They don’t see me, anymore. Now, I squeeze the handle right at them. Their eyes are locked on each other’s faces. Their faces and beards and bodies are dripping wet, now, and they can’t ignore it. Their faces collide and their lips explore and their hands squeeze and their pants come off and I leave them to fuck each other silly. Later, they’ll be mindless. Later, they’ll want cum. Later, I’ll fuck them silly. 

Burt needed this time off. So much going on with the family and work... He really needed the time to relax. Lucky he had such a friend in Tony. They went off together, just to have a good time. As the sun set and the drinks did the work Burt had no idea about, their walk took an odd turn.

Tony’s hand was making its way around Burt’s body. Burt kept giving Tony quizical looks, but those hands... those hairy arms... Burt couldn’t find he had any problem with Tony’s hand making its way down Burt’s inexplicably open pants and rubbing his dick.

Eventually, the drinks did the rest of their work and it was Burt who couldn’t keep his hands off Tony. Tony even began to wonder if he should ever let Burt revert to his old self. Burt really was a prime specimen. The rest of Tony’s stable would all want to fuck him, too.

Yes, Tony’s stable could very much do with another fresh body to excite them.

His interest is in training his body for looks. He does as the trainer says in every session, doing everything the trainer says will give him the body he wants. This position is often used once it is introduced. There are others like it; ones the trainer will make slight changes to as he provides the target with energy drinks which have more tools in them than water. The target doesn't notice when they are alone in their routine. He doesn't question as they shower together each time. He isn't deterred when they start lifting before they finish dressing. They sit there, trainer on top, quite naked. The trainer, the hook, has his ass lubed and ready as it hovers above the target's crotch. The hook motivates the target with words that arouse. The target's cock rises into the hook's lubed ass. The target's cock is covered in the tainted lube on the hook's ass cheeks and rises further into them. The hook knows how to move and directs the cock right to his hole and into his ass. The target is no longer lifting weights, but lifting the hook as an excuse to drop him and thrust his cock in. He doesn't even know he does it. His mind is almost gone and for the moment entirely subdued. He fucks the target until he cums. Then his mind returns, if only enough to stand and stumble. The hook's cock is now before his face and his mind is lost, again. He impales himself on the cock, slobbers and swallows it and is never himself again.

My buddy was such a jerk, sometimes. While I was working out, I got this huge erection and hid it by going to the bathroom. He said he wanted a picture, if it was so noticeable I had to hide. I sent him the photo and he told me to take off my shirt. The next text told me to turn up the volume on my headphones—I was listening to something he’d recommended. I didn’t even have time to tell him I’d done it when another text came in from him, telling me to lost the gloves. I had barely dropped them to the floor when I was told to take off my shorts, that if I wasn’t naked I needed to get that way. I was then told to unlock the door for the man standing in front of my stall. I wanted to tell my buddy that the guy had grabbed my junk, wrapped his hand firmly around my hard-on, and was tugging me out of the stall but the next message said to let him do it. When we left the bathroom, a voice told me to drop the phone. Then, I did everything by audio command. I squatted on cock until it erupted all over my ass. I did push ups over cock, nose to the groin until this one erupted all over my face. I liked that one, even licked up the white juices that hadn’t been squirted so far back in my throat that I’d already swallowed them. Then, bench pressing a man until his cock erupted in my mouth, too. While I was licking up that cum, someone lifted my legs and started pounding my ass. I was excited to have the cock in me. Before I was done licking the cum off my face, another cock appeared, hands grabbed my head and I was getting plowed from both ends. Long, vigorous, deep thrusts of hard dick flesh in my holes. When they were done, there were always more. Eventually, I slept, but the cock never stopped.

Now he is unconscious, he will be stripped and tied. His first lesson in the gay sex that will come to define his very being will begin as soon as he wakes and recognizes his ass is already plugged with an inflatable dildo.

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 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.

I’m telling you, you’re sexy. Look in mirror, see that? Open shirt. Good. See, sexy? Take off shirt, open pants, good boi. Better, right? Remove pants, and enjoy yourself. Nice erect cock, good boi. Sexy fuck. Now, suck my cock you sexy slave fuck. Good boi. Good cock-boi, good.

Here’s to sex slaves who never noticed you became their master. Since I joined the company, I’ve made lustful slaves out of many very sexy men who still think they’re the ones who convince me to fuck.

Erik was trying to get his coach to give him better help than “focus on taking the other guy down” and “get on top of him” and then there was the time he swore he heard “focus on going down on the other guy”… Erik was out of it. His dick was raging hard and he couldn’t think about wrestling. He wanted to stop, but coach just thought it was nerves. “Open up and take him,” coach said as he pushed Erik back into the arena. Erik’s cock throbbed at the thought of swallowing this guy’s dick. What would happen, he wondered, if the uniform slipped during a move and his mouth just happened to envelope his opponent’s head and shaft. Their heads were in each other’s crotches all the time, anyway… Erik decided to try it. Somehow, shoving his face full of cock seemed the perfect solution to his own insistent erection. And as Erik quickly discovered, it was very easy to turn the wrestling match into sex on the matt. Erik even got to sit on that cock. He felt so much better sitting there, watching the coaches approach them. He thought the coaches weren't going to mind, but he wasn't sure if it was because the coaches were both naked or because they were both sporting raging hard-ons. When one of the coaches was close enough, he grabbed hold of those hips and jammed that cock in his face. Erik quite forgot about the wrestling, he was so busy stuffing all the cock in his holes. He was happy with cock in his holes. When they started showering him with cum, he even felt content.

He thinks he’s been chosen for a casual camping documentary. Each night, we slip a few drops on his lips and take away some of his clothing. Every morning, he just thinks he’s been forgetful, but we encourage him on and, wearing a little less than the day before, he smiles for the photos and hikes the path we’ve planned out. Tomorrow, he will start meeting men along the way. Eventually, they will all be as naked as he is, but even from the start, they give him undeniable erections. When he finally has no pants (by which point, he has had many, many drops in his sleep) and the man he meets has access to it, our star gets his first blowjob. He apologizes for engaging that way during the documentary, but we encourage him to behave any way he chooses. He is ready to be one of the cock slaves by the time we get to the stable. He has no idea that’s where we’ve always been leading him.

Kneel before me, you pathetic faggot. You didn’t suck my dick as I wanted last time… You hesitated to take it so deep that you will gag… You disobeyed my commands, so I figured out a good training for you. Just look into my eyes, and touch my pants. Can you feel my cock through the leather? Suck my fingers. Do you feel the taste of my cock on it? I will move them in… and out… each movement will relax you more and more, and each movement will be deeper and deeper… Just give in to the feeling, and sink deep for me…

Good boy… Now you are completely blank. Whenever I put my fingers or my cock into your mouth you will drop back instantly to this state… You will lose your personality for that time, but its a really tiny price for an obedient slut..

I just love being on the beach. The tight or loose shorts, the freeballing, and the hard bodies are driving me crazy. The way as the guys are walking around in their semi wet shorts and their cock is bouncing back and forth, left and right is just stunning. I usually just put up my sunglasses, I sit down in a deck chair, and enjoy the view… My eyes are covered, so they don’t see me peeking, it’s a perfect programme for summer.

One day I saw something that I’ve never before: a guy in 80s style shiny shorts. They are really rare, and really soft. I always had a thing for the guys with these tight and really short shorts. The way it shows their muscled thighs. The way the sun shines on them. The way they make ones cock seem bigger. Man, I loved those times. I was drooling as this guy walked on the beach with his surf board, yet my mouth ran dry. I had to lick it, and as I did it, he might have noticed me. He stopped and turned to me with a cocky smile. He knew that I was staring at him. He knew that he was super sexy. He knew that he was irresistible to me.

He just stood there smirked and started to scratch his balls. Slowly deeply to make his dick visible. It was not only the shorts, he had quite a size. Then he started to move his thighs: lifting the left one, then the right. Maybe he is just getting ready for surfing and I was not busted… I tried to look away but as the sun glittered on his shorts my eyes were stuck on him. Then he put his hands inside his shorts grabbing his dick. He started to stroke, slowly up and down… Up and down… He was getting hard. Me too. I just couldn’t stop watching him, I was stunned and mesmerised. My eyes followed his hands inside his shorts. Then he stopped. He pulled off his hand, and started to stroke his abs, his chest, driving my sight to his face. That show was for me, that’s for sure. I looked into his eyes, and I got lost in his gaze. It was like my mind was getting emptier with each moment I stare into his eyes. I felt like he was hypnotising me with those two big eyes. My body just froze, I was unable to move or just to look away. He called me, but I couldn’t move. I was so powerless, so weak, but I had to obey him. I used my remaining power to break the eye contact and focus on his semi-hard dick through his shorts. He started to move again. Left… Right… His dick was bouncing, the sun was glittering, and my conscious mind shut down. I woke up from the deck chair, kneeled down and crawled to his feet, still focusing on his crotch. I was not myself… What if somebody sees me? What if they post a picture on Facebook of me crawling on my feet to another guy? But I didn’t care. I reached my goal. He just gently grabbed my chin, lifting my face that was stuck on his shorts back to his eyes. He came closer, so as I was looking into his eyes, my lips finally touched the godly silky shorts and his dick. I was in another universe. He moved his hips, so my lips were sliding on his cock like heaven.

“You’re mine, stalker… Mine forever! Keep worshipping your god!” he said and placed his dick into my mouth.

I covered it in spit and then played with it until it covered me in cum. Then, I’d start drooling for more and go through the whole thing all over again. I was so happy to be his; so happy when he brought me his cock to love.

It’s a boy’s duty to please his daddy whenever he’s told.

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.

You think you have bested him. You think he is yours, because you have been on top of him. You think you have marked him by the cum you have spewed on his chest.

You never knew what those glowing blue eyes were really doing to your mind.

I had him right where I wanted him. He was trapped in a boat with me in the middle of the lake. He relaxed and took some photos and I helped myself to his cock. He snapped a few shots while I slipped his shorts off him; and ultimately took a nice photo record of my descent into his cock slave.

Maybe this was actually his trap for me...

We start with some regular photos. Just casual. Then we say we want an all day work look and get him sweaty and shirtless. Then we tell him he needs a bath and get him naked. He is embarrassed to be unable to stop his erection. We tell him it is fine. He soaks in the tub that has been specially prepared for him. Then we tell him he needs a fuck. Cock appears in his face and he knows only one thing to do with it: dribble and spit and swallow that shaft. He is very hungry. We knew he would be. We fed him lunch first, of course. That’s why he did everything we told him. Our company tools make cock slaves of any man. We use it to great effect. We lift him—his face still glued to the cock he is pressing down his throat—and press another cock into his ass. He moans for it, unexpectedly very happy to have so much cock in him. They begin to fuck him, vigorously, and he makes even louder noises; of sex and mindless pleasure. We have a new office slave to break in before selling. We like to have a particular brand.

Meaty, hairy, mindless, perpetually horny and hungry for cock is just how we like ‘em.

We do like the special case. Some spontaneous enslavement is one story we all get off on. Charles, here, responded quite well to the company tools, but the looks he started giving the camera crew made the hooks quite unnecessary. Charles first eyed the lighting director, who was soon on camera losing his clothes. The footage of the session, as recorded from the ceiling cameras, showed how the others at first laughed as the advertising department’s head of lighting became a target. Charles gave him such a look that Stevens forgot to not kiss them; swapping bodily fluids when they’re this saturated is never a good thing for free will. Stevens was blowing Charles as the others each decided they could risk some hand jobs on the recently former coworker. Charles, however, was quite aggressive and they all eventually did away with their clothes. The whole crew fucked themselves to sleep and woke up in the stables. Charles was quite popular among the other slaves and the employees. He became the most used for seducing company employees. Even one or two of the executives was finally knocked off his perch and guzzling cum with the best of them.

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.