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He’s nervous. A team full of potential additions to our collection, but he’s the one that got the pre-game cup of sports drink with the drops in. The embarrassment over his rock hard, undeniably immediate man-lust (exacerbated by the rest of his delicious team) will cause him to ask for a replacement, so he can go back to the locker room and try to take care of himself.

We have a hook waiting in the locker room. A naked, delectable hunk of hairy man who’ll be very happy to help this poor guy get his rocks off and back out on the field.

It won’t be so easy as that. After the target ejaculates, he’ll quickly find he’s still immensely eager for another fuck. As the target fucks himself into a daze, more of our hooks will join them, sexing our target into exhaustion. Exhausted and still trying to fuck, the hooks will begin fucking him. Exhausted as he will become, his holes will be easy to penetrate. The target’s own pelvis will continue to thrust; he won’t stop trying to fuck a hole until he loses consciousness. His attention will be consumed by the men that surround him and he won’t notice as they carry him to waiting transportation. Such physically active targets usually last until long after they get where we’re taking them before falling asleep; their dick in a hole, dicks in their holes.

The whole time they sleep, the hooks will not stop fucking him. By the time he rouses from that sex-dream filled slumber, the immediate drugs will have worn off, but the bliss they remember and the constant fucking from the day before will be the base for the training that begins (continues?) as soon as they wake up.

When more than one guy gets in, they all start to feel the effects about the same time and an orgy ensues.

When one guy gets in a little while before the others, he gets a bit drunk. He turns into a silly mess. When the rest of the guys come along, they’ll have themselves a group bottom to bang.

He was promised beer. We gave him beer. He was guzzling his fourth before he started to feel the effects. His dick was hard and he was pulling it vigorously before he stopped drinking the beer; drinking it so sloppily that it was spilling down his hairy chest. He’d be spilling cum down his chest for the rest of the night. If we can manage to get him to drink a couple more beers, the additive should have him guzzling cum right through training.

You can’t see it, but the passenger is tied in. He’s hoping the driver won’t follow through. He knows what’s happening; knows that if he’s made to cum with these guys, he’ll have irrevocably begun the path to forgetting his love of females. He still doesn’t want to forget that attraction. Of course, when he’s through training, he’ll be masturbating to this series of photos when he’s not being stuffed with cock and drenched in the semen he loves to drink so much.

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

He pauses for a photo. Being covered in cum is as nothing for him, but quite desirable for a number of clients. Between each session, we’ll take another photo. It becomes a kind of time-lapse progression. Ultimately, he will be available to some clients who will quite relish licking him clean.

You weren’t sure why you believed him. You knew he was buttering you up for a blow job. Either way, it didn’t matter. You don’t even know when the two of you got undressed, but you swallowed a load right there in the grass. His face looked great. The grass was vibrant. His chest was beautiful. His cum was delicious. Hovering over him, you forgot about everything else and became his sexual slave.

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It seems like your typical Turkish oil wrestling, but we're very particular about our applicants. We don't let just anyone proceed to the oil tent for our special concoction. The games are otherwise normal. The effects don’t begin while they’re out there in front of everyone. The effects don’t start until they use our showers to clean up. What’s in the oil doesn’t react with what’s in the water, but the men sure react to the combination. The private after party we host is quite a treat for us.

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Hehe. Fuzzy. He was fuzzy. Things were fuzzy. His mind was fuzzy. Coach had recommended the one-on-one training. There had been exhausting physical training and a lot of juice. Hehe. Juice. Kevin wanted more juice. He’d been a little lightheaded so coach put him in the shower. The water was so good he even drank some. Now the shower was done and his towel was slipping off. Coach was just standing there. Standing there with his big hard dick Kevin was sure would be juicy if Kevin worked on it long enough. Kevin wanted to salivate all over coach's juicy cock. Kevin wanted to work on coach’s cock more than anything in the world.

He thinks he’s about to start training our man. Our man is a hook, a saturated one who’ll do a lot of sweating and need a lot of physical encouragement to the workout routine. Soon the target will have problems keeping his hands off our hook. Soon, he’ll advise they be naked so he can “monitor muscle movement”. When our hook mentions a massage, he won’t think twice. He’ll tell our hook to lie down and start to work his hands all over the sweaty saturated hook’s body. He’ll massage every protruding muscle until satisfaction. Satisfaction comes when we say it does.

Not long from now, their clothes will start coming off. First, they’ll think they’re tired and sleepy. They’ll snuggle each other in ways they never imagined. Idly unbuttoning each other’s pants, looking for a softer, plumper bit to lie on. The crook of a man’a crotch is just too inviting. Just like sucking a thumb, they’ll drift off with hardening cock in their mouths. Then, we wake them up for the party we’ve been waiting to have.

In places where life evolved differently, creatures in the wild learned to prey on the instincts of others. If a male's instinct to sustain himself was not greater than his instinct to procreate, he would feed this plant until his death and further nutrients would be absorbed through the plant's roots as the collection of deceased creatures nourished the soil. Some life, however, was sentient enough to not only resist pleasure toward orgasm for the sake of food, but enough also to domesticate these plants. Many a male would keep a plant such as this in home. Many even kept the plant at bedside for very pleasant rest.

"All done? Good. Just leave the towel there. Nice shower, yes? Felt good? Wonderful. Right this way. We have you for someone."

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

His appearance commands you. Then he gives you a look and you can’t resist. That’s the end of your life as you know it. You will walk up to him and for the next two days you will be his slave. You won’t think of it that way at first; and by the time you would, it won’t matter. You’ll be naked and in the back of a truck with a load of other guys whom you’ll now be all too eager to fuck.

Sometimes it's fun to watch the awkward stages during training. He's still a bit phobic about his attraction to other men.

The first one, we give you on the house. It's for being so furry and sexy, we just think you deserve it. The second, we make you pay for. The third, you just want. You want it so bad, you forget about everything else. You stumble to a place to sit where you can enjoy it all to yourself. You get so drunk, you pass out. We pick you up. Then training begins.

That twinkle in his eye... He's ready to be brought in. Our hook, who's been chatting with him and suggested that aromatic body oil from that website will soon be in his room, tying him up with the saturated bindings and guiding him out to the car. The hook will probably fuck one of his holes, they usually do. It can only help the process, really. Soon he'll be taking it in as many holes as he can.

Every so often, I keep thinking of Ted and what he told me. He sat his butt down right across from me and started peeling a banana. Ted is a very lean lithe luscious lickable lunatic lush of a little lover boy and he knows it. Brian had just gotten up, too. He was busy on his computer already. So Ted finished peeling the banana, see, and that’s when he said it. Well… That is… I mean he didn’t so much as say anything. Come to think of it, he actually didn’t say a word. With his back to Brian, Ted gave me a wink and proceeded to deep throat the banana. Just once quickly down and back out again. Nice and smooth. The banana seemed untouched. He spent less than a couple seconds looking at me after that, before taking one small bite and setting the banana down in front of me and getting straight up and leaving. Of course I couldn’t just leave the banana lying there. I love bananas; I’ve loved ‘em ever since… I’m not sure. Anyway, the whole time I was eating it, I kept thinking about what he said. With every swallow almost, I saw the banana disappear into his mouth. It was penetrating. All day since, I keep thinking about eating his banana and him deep throating. It’s like I can’t focus on anything else anymore. Swallowing his banana. The whole thing. It just wouldn’t leave my head alone. Finally, when I got back from work and found him in the kitchen, I had a chance to ask him what that had been about. I didn’t have a chance, though. When he turned around, he had another banana. This one was already peeled. Nothing but the delicate flesh from soft tip to banana-fana-fo-fana-licious base. I started salivating. Never had I wanted so much to swallow a man’s banana so intently. I love swallowing his bananas. Ted gets them ready for me all the time now. Every time I see him, and that’s morning, night and usually noon too. I leave work early now just to get another one. He knows me so well, it doesn’t matter what time I get back, Ted’s got a banana for me to swallow. Once, I even went right back through the door. Ted already had a banana. I crave them so much, I have as many as I can. As soon as I swallow a load, I ask him for another one. All over my face and down my throat, they go. Such delicious bananas. Load after load, I can always have another. Little lover boy loves me. He must. Why else would he bring me cock to swallow all day? I love swallowing cock all day. Who wouldn’t?

"I just don’t think I’d be into it," Mike said as he and Manuel put their dishes in the sink. Mike had become friends with Manuel over the last couple years. It was a casual, no worries, see you after work for a sandwich, BS about games and work, see ya tomorrow kinda thing.

"You’ve never thought how fun it is to rub a dick on your face before swallowing it? It doesn’t sound the least bit entertaining?"

This was new.

"No, Manny, no matter how many times you say it."

"What if I mention nipples?"

Without a word, Mike reached up and tugged at the shirt Manuel had just been unbuttoning until Manuel’s nipples were exposed, just like he suddenly felt was appropriate. Mike leaned in and started sucking on one, just like it seemed should be done to a visible nipple. When Manuel started to open his pants, Mike reached down and made sure they were completely open, just as seemed usual. With open pants in front of him, Mike tugged on any underwear to make the cock visible. With any dick he can reach, it was getting rubbed all over his face. Precum was smeared in and tasted, savored and the more there was, the happier Mike became to love the cock. His pants tore when he dropped so quickly to put Manuel’s penis in his face. As the rest of Manuel’s clothes came carefully off, Mike’s suit became more and more tattered. Mike was responding appropriately to the sight of each aspect of the male body and having no care for any of his own clothing. The expensive and carefully tailored suit didn’t stand a chance against his new behavior. Mike had responded very well to the new method. We added Mike and the method to our regular repertoire.

It all seems like a dream, but it never goes away. Seed like this just can't be allowed to go wherever it pleases. It needs to be milked and stored and carefully applied. Our genetics team will use it to make the next batches of slaves. Perfectly bread to be hairy and docile, perfect for unhindered training to be muscular and lustful. This dream is a never ending orgasm that he never wants to wake up from. He'll wake up, but only when we're ready to sell him at a premium. He was the top of his class, you see. We don't let that cum go just anywhere, or for very cheap. He can go live the life he was dreaming of and we'll put the new young head of the class in his place. "Pick of the litter", we sometimes like to call them.

"You’re sure I should take off the shirt for this scene? I thought this was supposed to be a business trip."

Oh, we’re sure. We’re sure he doesn’t know the real reason he’s here. It’s okay, though. It’s a hot day and he’ll soon be asking for water. That water isn’t just water. It’s got a few things in it that make it difficult to focus. As his frustration mounts, we’ll call in the masseur to help him relax. The oil for that massage will get him ready for the real shoot. After that, his retrained mind will have no problem joining the fluff team. The fluff team doesn’t only fluff for our porn crew, though. We use them for sex parties all the time. Sometimes they’re even lucky enough to have a buyer. This guy will probably get lucky real soon.

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