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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.

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Sitting there, staring at all the men he’d seduced into this place, he watched for his own pleasure and for just the moment to send in his pet. His pet would give them a fucking they would really have to learn to love.

Once they were all stuffed with his pet's demon seed, they'd be ready to stuff him. They'd stuff him until they died, of course. Then his father would take them and he would be off with his pet to seduce another group of dick-hating, delicious assholes. His father... well, his father could never get enough of their broken-of-pussy, fucked-into-dick-loving souls.

His roommate worked out. His roommate also barely cleaned up after himself. Will decided to fix that. In his roommate's food and drink, Will's been adding trace amounts of the company tools he stole from his father. Each day, Will suggests his roommate have a second helping of whatever he's eating. When the response becomes almost dependably affirmative, Will begins suggesting he stop doing the things that leave such a mess.

Of course, Will can't quite help himself. More and more, Will feeds him the tools. Soon, he isn't leaving the house, but still using the workout equipment, every day. He's wearing less clothing; eventually, no clothing. Eventually, all he does is eat, sleep and work out; all of it naked.

Will is pleased.

At first, Ron was irritated he'd been pushed into the water. He fully planned to get in, after all. As he stands there in the shallow portion of his neighbor's pool, though, he starts to feel a bit strange. He knows he wouldn't have got all the way in if he'd felt this way. He now knows his neighbor knew that, too. As he stands there, watching his neighbor take photos of his dripping wet body, he begins to want his neighbor's clothes off. His neighbor is waiting, though; waiting for Ron's mind to be so affected by the tainted water that he'll tackle any man before him.

I invited them over for a swim. I put on trunks, too, just to keep up the illusion. They didn't want any alcohol, but they did have a cold drink. I got them to let me snap this photo before they got in the water. They swam and swam and I made excuse after excuse for not getting in. Then, they stopped asking. Then, they started to forget things. Then, they started asking who and where they were. I showed them this photo to prove they were long time lovers. From now on, they were. They were mine. They were my pet lovers.

The Blue Room.

Something about that room makes men do what they never thought they would. He’s been taking men in that room for years. Sometimes, they don’t leave.

He asks if he can shower. It’s been a long day of physical labor, moving all those boxes. I’m so glad he responded to the job listing. I’ve been giving him glasses of cool water to relieve the heat.

While he’s in the shower, I casually enter and suggest he open the door. He’s been drinking the water I gave him and now he’s bathing in the shower I told him to use. He opens the door, I snap a few photos.

The next suggestion involves the guy from yesterday who came to move the boxes. There’s really nothing special about the boxes. They’re just heavy. The boxes exhaust them; the water relaxes them; the shower makes them mine.

He stands there, dazed, unsure of how he got out of bed or even where he is. His buttons keep coming undone. The light breeze in this space (from fans? such an arousing aroma), begins to ruffle more of his chest hair.

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

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

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

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

I had come in and sat at the chair beside his desk while he spoke, but now... Now he'd removed his shirt and his beautifully hairy body was insanely compelling. I slid out of the chair to my knees. He followed my movements, turning to keep facing me. One hand rested at his crotch, on top of the jeans that were hiding the rest of him. I don't know what came over me then, but I made him get rid of the rest of those clothes and happily swallowed his delicious meat, buried in all that magnificent hair. In the end it was he who came over me; his cock spurted his juices all over my face. I was in heaven every time he did it.

Walter was being so cute. I told him I liked how his hair looked near his wrist and he pushed his sleeve up, so I could see his hairy arm… Walter was pleased but also so shy about my admiration.

I pushed for it. I asked if he would just take his shirt right off and let me see how hairy he actually was. He was gorgeous. I trailed my finger through hair from his wrists, up his biceps, around the lightly decorated shoulder, across that wide and scruffy pec, through the beautiful forest underneath. On the way across those carpeted abs, I looked back up at his face. He seemed lightly amused and a little bit thrilled.

My finger bumped into his waist band and I gave him an inquisitively hopeful look. His eyebrows went up, wrinkling his forehead, but he didn’t hesitate to begin pulling his belt; and I got to see just how much of a hairy beast he was.

In the end, they weren’t really sure who coerced who. When it began, they thought they were demonstrating to the other their stopping point in gay sex.

They stared intently at one another until they both came. When they were both spent, Ian collapsed on Tyson. Tyson got soft, but his limp cock stayed securely in Ian’s ass as they lie there; they drifted to sleep, they kissed. They did not move until Tyson began to get hard again.

Then, they fucked some more. They did this for quite a while.

He pressed the button and smiled at you as you began undressing, behaving almost as if someone had actually spoken the command. But, no. It was in each musical selection he played.

He said “watch this” and pressed the button. As the music began, you slipped off your shoes. He pressed the button. You got undressed. He pressed the button. You undressed him. He pressed the button. You swallowed his cock. He let this track play for a while.

Bernard loved getting fucked by Dinnis. Feeling the entire length of his shaft rubbing its way through his innards; the eternity of that sensual agony once Dinnis had inserted his erection. Dinnis never came quickly and it could literally be hours and non-stop. Bliss for Bernard. Feeling that amorphous warmth as he ejaculated those massive amounts of Centaurian cum into him; stuffed him with that liquid joy. He loved how that cum would drip from his ass, or off of his lips, as Dinnis slid his spent and quivering meat, finally, all the way out.

It wasn’t the only the thing they ever did, but… one day in three it was.

This was the life.

Typical distraction and drop in the drink. He’s getting tired, been out all day. A hook will now place himself in Mohawk’s path and use the collision to become a friend. Mohawk Foggy-Mind will be in such a state that our hook will convince him he’s actually a visitor and needs a place to stay for the night.

Walking easily into an open van won’t seem at all strange. Mohawk will have several naked men briskly, but sensually, hold him still and remove his clothing. He will be oiled and massaged and in his hazy state, he will be sexed. Given blowjobs he can’t refuse, he will be made to orgasm several times before we add penetration. From this point, the closer he is to orgasm, the deeper we will push 12 inches into both ends of him.

We will keep him comfortable, of course. He will be too stuffed to notice, but he will be moved from the van and placed in a swing that is easily customizable and made specifically for this process. His mind will not clear before he falls asleep. He will drift from his relaxed and sensual stupor pleasantly and peacefully into his own dreams. His cock will still be quite hard. Each time he cums, the mouth leaves him and another one arrives. The cocks in him do the same; and each time a cock cums in him, he will receive another dose. When he wakes, he will be very drunk on the tools we use.

Once he behaves with more coordination while still drunk, he will be ready for clients. Many of our clients enjoy the way our product so hungrily and lustfully clumsily crawls immediately to visible cock; have it go right in which ever hole is easier to use.

Barry had been working on Nelson for a while, now. Nelson even tended to walk around with his dick hanging plainly out. Whenever Nelson got a hard-on, or whenever Barry just wanted to play with it, Barry would sit in front of Nelson and have some fun swallowing it until Nelson’s cum gushed its way into Barry’s throat.

Nelson had been made to believe it was just part of an afternoon. He did used to work there and actually do things, but Barry now had him well trained to just stand around by Barry all day, as if waiting for something. He was less and less often even bothering to speak. Training was going very well.

Bathing is very simple. Mostly, it’s just the hot water. There’s also some light disinfectant, but we’re careful about what we use. Many of them will swallow some, either during the shower or the orgy that immediately follows.

Some days the Master ups the dose; just to have a bit of extra fun that day. The extra dose usually has them all fucking well into the next afternoon. More and more, they fall asleep still fucking a hole. At this rate, it looks like the Master is about to become one of them.

Leadership does tend to shift from time to time.

No more clothes. Their cocks were stiffening together. Mark was right, this was better. He’d been in denial. Aaron looked up and gave a passionate kiss to this man who showed him the joys of cock. Love? Yeah, maybe he loved cock, sure. The kiss? Oh, the kiss was fuckin’ hot. They stuffed each other well, that day.

I put the tools in the drinks myself, but I got things a little mixed up. Her body-guard got the dose instead of her. I should have known when he let her leave without also leaving. Come to think of it, she didn’t seem too perturbed by him staying… I wondered if she - but his shirt was already off and his pants undone.

I hurriedly snapped a photo, because I heard the flash could sober them out of the lust they would begin to feel. The flash didn’t work and I just didn’t get out of there in time. To help me deal with it, I finished the drink… finished it before I knew which one I was finishing.

And boy am I glad. After swallowing each other all night, I got really sad when she came back.

But it was all okay, because the phone call she made brought the men that took the two of us away together to where there were many, many other cocks to swallow.

Sexy, beefy, hairy, manly cock in me all the time.

He grabs your head. They are ready for you. You are ready for them.

You have given yourself to them. They will give their cum to you. Day in, day out, their erections will fill you with cum.

His body, the way he looks at me… I’m always loose for him. I wake up and look at him, he looks at me and I sit on his morning wood. It’s our favorite way to be: me on top of him and him inside me.

Dad said I wasn’t allowed to get a puppy, but he made it up to me in his own special way.

After every swig, he feels the temperature rise and he pulls the zipper down just a bit more. Ever since Dave mentioned how the heat made him want to remove a layer, George felt he thought the same way. George was fumbling with the zipper by the time it was all the way down and Dave helped him make that final separation; not just of the zipper at the base of the shirt, but of his resistance to whatever Dave suggested.

Dave easily switched right to the zipper at Geroge’s pants and helped him out of those, too. At the same time, Dave switched George’s drink. Next, he was drinking the one that would leave him thinking that there was something he wanted that he just wasn’t getting. Then George would be ready for the rest of the guys. Dave and the guys would give him what he wanted; what he now wanted; what he’d be wanting for the rest of his days: cock. Cum. Cock and then cum.

George wanted cock. So when the rest of the guys came in completely naked and all staring at him, Geroge was suddenly very happy. He didn’t smile, though, not in the normal way. George’s new smile was an open mouth. George got plenty of what he wanted from then on. He swallowed cock and drank cum until all the guys stopped giving it to him. Then, he fell asleep between Dave’s legs; his tired body mostly asleep, his mouth suckling Dave’s temporarily limp cock.

Dave had a new sex toy. He was most pleased with it.

Of course he doesn’t know it, but that’s the last beer he’ll drink as an independent, free man. His sex will be our product and his delicious cum will add to our breeding.

He said there was no way I’d get my mouth on his dick. I’m the one who’s seen him asleep and knows what happens with that dick of his.

Maybe he knows too and this was just a challenge. That's okay. Challenge eagerly accepted.

You’ll call it sex, but he… He calls it a meal. It’s his favorite thing; better than dessert. You just ask him if wants cum for dinner… or lunch… or breakfast. He gets very excited and asks where you want him. Then, he will bring you all the way to that climactic point when you give it to him; and he loves it.

Jon climbed down and started stripping. I really wish I could remember what bush’s berries he ate. I’d love to take some home for the rest of the guys…

Jim thought he was taking this photo for his girlfriend. Actually, she was tired of his shit and forwarded the photo to us. We took care of Jim. Now Jim is taking care of client after client after client.

When Gareth asked for help, we gladly responded. We’re not sure what he wanted help with, but it doesn’t matter. There’s only one thing we help you do. Now, his day is dull if there’s not a cock to suck a load from.