Gene Couldn’t Remember What They Had Been Talking About. The Guy In The Hoodie Suddenly Kissed Him.

An attendant requires he use some hand sanitizer as he enters. By the time he arrives at a machine, his thoughts are confused due to the Tools he’s just smeared into his hands. He places his bundle in the machine and then removes all his clothes and drops them and his belongings in the machine and then cannot think what to do next. Another attendant escorts him to a new room where he sits naked as men in videos on the walls fuck each other sweaty. After nearly an hour, another naked man enters the room and they begin to fuck. The first one is lust crazy after all that time. The second is still freshly confused and very docile. Once these two have reprogrammed each other, they will both be taken to the next stage of their training.

The orchard is very big. The workers who harvest the fruit need something to relax now and again. For that you hire us. Our men roam the fields with little or nothing on, waiting to do whatever the farm hand wants or needs.

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.

What was on the telly, some sort of sport? Lots of men breathing heavily, it sounded quite engaging. Much like rugby, a bunch of men all over each other.

He gets very curious, so he peeks around the corner. When he finds out it’s not on a screen, when he sees that maybe he could join those men all over each other, he starts to understand how much he wants to. Without really thinking about it, he starts to untie his shorts and take steps closer.

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.

“Wait a second… tell me again how this was going to help you clean up the garage?”

The thrusting, now quick jabs back inside, continued.

“I don’t want you to think about that.”

“You don’t want me to think a—“

“All I want you to think about is my cock.”

“Your cock.”

“That’s right, boy, think about my cock.

Ramming. Jabbing. Piston fucking.

A moan. “Think about your cock.” “Cock” makes an open mouth and he never quite stays the word,just moaning the rising lust.

“Attaboy, open up for me.”

“Think only about cock…”

The words drifted in the air. He didn’t even really understand. He did for a moment, but by the time he said the words, the only thing in his head was the cock in his ass.

“You’re mine, now. You’re my boy.”

“I’m your boy.”

“You are for my cock.”

“I am for cock.”

“Good boy.”

They were once friends, but for some men, the Tools are irresistible.

They usually also aren’t careful with the Tools, and we add them both to our stables.

“For my cock. For my cock. For my cock.”

He’s repeating it as he continues to rape his former friend.

His former friend is no longer unwilling, happily swallowing the cock he was reprogrammed for, using whichever hole he tries to enter.

“For my cock. For my cock…” He no longer means the words. The only one he knows anymore is “cock” as he cums and rests and grabs his friend again and fucks him some more.

The men who arrive in the morning, to pick them up, place a gag in front of his mouth, just big enough to fill his mouth, widen his jaw and flatten his tongue. He stops trying to speak and they both accept the physical directions of the men in suits. When he arrives, naked men happily remove his gag and replace it with the real thing. He has no idea he wasn’t doing this yesterday and gladly swallows cock for the first time, as other men begin to train his ass.

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.

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.

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.