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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.

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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.

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 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 took his shirt off at a party and then followed another man upstairs as they chatted. He hadn’t quite noticed they had gone all the way into a bedroom. So many sets of double doors made it easy to slip him away. He took a shot with the man, a nano dose. He really wanted to see how far it would go. The night was young, so there was plenty of time; and there were lots of men with plenty of sexualities.

When they got back downstairs, he kept bumping into other men, and staying close to them for longer and longer moments after. He met his match when he bumped into another strong and hairy frame, but then stuck to him, their hairs still mingling between them; but the second man took charge, grabbing a hairy shoulder and pushing the dosed brute to his knees. Suddenly, in his face was a big, meaty cock that had begun to rise. At first, he looked up to protest, but the hand that clapped the back of his neck, forced his mouth over the swelling knob, and he barely said anything else the rest of the night.

The blowjob was slow going for the once heterosexual man, but as he bent to the will of the cocks around him, his mouth learned to widen and his throat learned to relax. Drool now coated his chin and chest and was used by a few men to help lube, before the first man gripped his waist and lifted him higher. The irrumatio never stopped as his pants were pulled away and discarded who knows where and the assault on his remaining hole began. Tongues wetted him in turn before a cock finally made way, convincing his sphincter to open and then teaching him how deep he could take it.

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.

He applied for a job at the Company; but instead of working inside the building, they sent him home with some equipment to test for them.

All he had to do was set up the stand and take the first photo.

The flashing and the subliminal audio, combined with the Tools he absorbed through the wrapping — the device took a series of photos as the man stripped himself of his clothes, stood there naked for a few moments and then said just one word: “cock”.

At which point, the van left the building to pick up the new Product.

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.