Hey, Man, Thanks For Inviting Me Out Here. I Mean… For Providing The Drinks And The Food And The Boat

He wants your mouth, but only because he hasn’t seen your dick, yet. Not only will he lick his lips, then, but he’ll also be salivating.

We were just roommates, best buds…. Until the day we became a little more than that.

We had almost jerked off together, once, but we got distracted. We got over each other’s nudity a long time ago — so many days at the gym together; showering opposite each other while bullshitting and not tugging the curtains between us. We had cuddled to sleep more than once, too, but never a boner about it. Just good close rest with my man.

The day it changed, he fell on top of me. It was the first time I’d had him that close while we were both naked. There was something… electric in his touch… and I felt it everywhere. I was immediately high on him. I could tell he felt something, too, because of how he was touching me, how he was breathing. When he moved a hand to better prop himself up, his hand only gently released pressure on my bicep but then caressed his way up my shoulder, along my collar bone, around my throat and under my jaw. His palm cupped my ear as his thumb brazed my lips. His legs were shifting, but so were mine, now. By the time his hand reached the crown of my head, he had brought his legs up underneath and I had lifted mine out of the way.

He was mounting me and I was presenting my virgin hole to him. His face closed in on mine at the same time I felt his bouncing cock poking me in the wrong places as he learned where to aim. When our faces met, our lips pressed into each other and our breath was noisy through our nostrils. I felt his cock touch a place I had never been touched before. We were both great with women, we both knew how this part went. Either you found the spot or you didn’t and the mood turned; but I helped him find it as best I could. I could tell he was dripping pre, because everywhere he touched felt colder. When he was finally there, I knew he would be slippery, so I did my best to let him in. I was nervous. I could tell he was, too, so I closed my legs behind his, pressing the back of my ankles into his thighs, gripping his arm and reaching my own hand up to his face.

When he began to enter, we both gasped. I couldn’t believe … my best bud… I had my best bud inside me and I wanted more. It was strained as he pushed. It still hurt a little, but I was already hooked. We had friends; we knew how this went. All I had to d was want it and I … wanted him so bad. He carefully worked himself back and forth so he knew he was slippery and pressed himself just a little bit further in with each return. It was gradual, but those little movements back and forth became his thrusts. Neither of us quite knew when it happened, but he was thrusting and I was pulling him in. My forearm had curled around his head, holding every part of him to me. The more energetic he got, the more I begged him to keep going, tugging him into me. We were moaning into each other, but he began to whisper things, like how hot it was for me to pull him back inside me, how good my hole was, and how much more he wanted to fuck me. I started answering him. Telling how how it was to have him on top of me, to have him shaking as he thrust, to feel with the inside of my body how hard and horny he was.

He tried to warn me, but I stopped him with a hand across his mouth for a moment. He tried to warn me again and I stopped him with a wet kiss, begging him with my tongue not to stop. His tongue answered inside my mouth and then he cried out, at first directly into my mouth and I swallowed his orgasmic screams as his first squirts shot into my guts. I was surprised I could feel it, his sperm ejecting from his penis and spraying my inner walls. His thrusting rhythm ended and he just pumped. I could feel his flexing cock stretching me as he swelled with each squirt. It was the most unexpected ecstasy and brought me over my edge. Just before his orgasm ended, I began shooting between us. Suddenly great streams of man cum spraying between us, but mostly all over me. My belly, my chest, my chin, the linen over my shoulder; cum everywhere as the silence settled and there was now nothing in the world but our bodies and our breathing. As our orgasms faded and we caught our breath, we looked at each other. No words, just gazing for a moment. And then he rested, letting himself come down on top of me, creating a cum sandwich with our chests. He still wasn’t removing himself. Instead, his hard cock continued to flex every few seconds, staying inside me… and I thought … where he belonged.

We napped from that. Both of us content with my cum drying and his cock still firmly wedged inside me. He wasn’t pulling his hips away and I wasn’t pushing him. In fact, I wrapped my legs around his anew, so he couldn’t move. His arm moved so my hand on his tricep finally met his hand and our fingers intertwined and we closed our eyes and slept. We were never in separate beds again.

None of us knew what happened. None of us knew that something had happened. We just wandered around trying to think about things. In the fog that had been, all of the women had been taken; and every man had stripped and gone to sleep. The transformation that occurred left the men untethered to sustenance, somehow breathing all their nutrients from the thicker air. Of course, those that did still Lusted and now that we ate no food, the men were always hungry. As we woke and wandered and began to collide, new habits began to form in the masses.

I was on the edge of a neighborhood. There was a large house nearby. The fall leaves were everywhere, along with tons of mulch and gravel around a big shed. I could smell… I was so hungry. Leaves and wood and rock and … man. I took careful steps, unsure but feeling led to the smaller shelter. As I neared, I heard sporadic rustling and … breathing. I approached the large opening and the sound inside paused. Then footsteps preceded the reveal of the man. He stepped forward, placing his hands on the overhead and regarding me. He was a stack of plump flesh and fur, thick legs on either side of a bush dangling … I believed dangling some flesh I could put in my mouth. I needed something in my mouth. The man made a sort of grunt or growl and I looked back up at him. His face was still groomed and his head bald.

I was relieved to see another man and eager to put him in my mouth. I didn’t know if that was right, but I certainly wanted it. After just a moment, our shock of seeing another man wore off. I stepped forward and so did he. We were very awkward, at first, because the mulch and gravel weren’t comfortable; but I leaned forward to lift his flesh to my mouth and he paused again. I sank to my knees, but then stood again, keeping his flesh in my mouth. I tasted a savory and salty flavor that triggered my saliva. Although drooling for the flesh to fill my mouth, I couldn’t stay still in one place on the ground and standing, bent over, was … odd… he gripped my head to hold me in place and then began to push himself in me. I gagged and pushed, too, gripping his thighs.

It was after he sat down and didn’t like it that we moved into his shed. He pulled on a tarp and folded it over a couple of times. Then, it was noisy, but we lied down and forced his cock in my throat. I felt such relief with his flesh entering my mouth and my dick swelled and hardened. He pumped and pumped, me drooling thick saliva everywhere until he screamed and came. I drank his milk, feeling … beyond satisfaction. Unable to breathe for the moment, but full of flesh and cum. As soon as he was done with his climax, he began to urinate. My stomach swelled and then I pulled away, causing all the rest to splash on my face. It reflected everywhere and he pulled my head back down, pushing his juice in me again and then let me off, but holding me so I was still in his stream, still being marked. I recognized the smell, now. It was him. I was his.

We slept. We didn’t move until we woke… and he fucked me again. Then, we slept. And so it was for… a while? Several times, we woke, he fucked me and we slept. It must have been late the next day when we finally … did something else. We exited the shelter and walked for a bit. The house wasn’t far, so we checked it out. There were lots of strange objects inside, but we knew some of them. We didn’t talk. Only sounds, our moans, grunts, sometimes a shout if apart, but that wasn’t often. He liked me close and tethered to his cock. We found the couches and the bed and began to clean out the house. Too many things we didn’t know or need. Electronics, food, excess chairs, random objects from bedrooms and living rooms. We liked the floor and the bed, sometimes the sofa. Closets and bathrooms we didn’t really enter. We bathed with the hose outside once we figured that out and then realized how to use the bathtub and shower… but we preferred the hose outside. It was less restricted.

It was while we were bathing outside, a few days later, that we met the next man to cross our path. He was hungry, too…

They’ve been roommates for ages. Really good friends, but never sexual partners. Their closest friends have seen it, tho. The way they look at each other, they just needed a little extra something … I’m just a photographer, but I see this in people, too. One of their friends hired me, explained the platonic situation and the gift of a photo session. I accepted and provided a small pouch of holiday sweets to be given to the pair of friends. Often, the pair never come in for their photos, because they’ve already been picked up in a Company van and taken to the stables. When they do arrive for their photos, having not tried the sweets, I provide them many alternatives prior to escorting them to their private booth. A photo session ensues, but one which does its best to get the unwitting pair out of their clothes and into each other. Layers are removed, but there is no space to change clothes when alternative outfits are suggested. They change into new clothes, by then needing the slightest encouragement; after which they are told to remove the clothes and they obey to their nudity to continue photos. They obey directives like a cock in a mouth and then the receiver loses control as he takes control and his friend lets him fuck.

The pair put a few loads on or in each other before the Company van arrives.

Getting ready for Christmas

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.

Jasper loved to be in the woods, to be surrounded by wood, to have it in him, to be moist with the morning, to be covered in juices by night. He never got enough.

I was warned. That is, I was made fully aware of the kind of things I would be made to wear if I lost this bet. Some of it restrictive, some of it … invasive; and some of it, supposedly, freeing.

There was this story I’d heard about a guy who … well, it changed his life and he never wanted to leave. I mean, anyone can choose to stop doing a thing, right? Story goes he agreed to one day, but by the time I heard, it had been a couple of weeks and the man still hadn’t uttered a proper sentence. One guy said there had to be some kind of hypnosis involved. The few stories I’ve heard never really talk much about the winner of the bet, so it’s hard to trace any truth in these rumors.

So I was in a pub, having a good time with some guys, some of them friends - when I get into it with a guy who says if he wins the bet, I have to be a pup for a whole day. He says to me pads for comfort, but also mitts, cuffs, a collar a tail a leash and maybe something for my mouth. So I lost the bet and … no, wait, the bet actually was the gear … or no… well, anyway, it was just a day. At the end of a day, I would be clear to remove myself.

So I got fitted, someone actually took a look at me with my clothes off and either made or found some gear that fit me real close and snug and a dildo went up my ass. First thing they did was assure me I was getting no sex and they proved it by putting a cage around my dick. I couldn’t get hard if I wanted to. The pads on my knees made walking around so much easier. And they were right about how comfortable the mitts were. My hands didn’t mind being in this one bit. It did hide my fingers, tho, so I was way more at his mercy. I trusted him, tho. The cuffs he put at my wrists and ankles were interesting. On some level I felt they were decorative, but there was clearly a use in putting a ring on each limb. They could tie me up so many different ways with those. One thing master said was important for this day was the leash and collar. There were a ton of guys who’d want to see the gear I was wearing and he needed a way to be sure I didn’t get lost in a crowd. These leash was also important because of the next things. I couldn’t talk anymore, because of a face … um … thing… my jaw was stuck open around either a ball or a longer thing. I kind of liked how the longer thing filled my mouth, but every time master took it out for inspection, it was a little bit longer going back in. Master inspected it until it was the perfect size to help me swallow, but I could still get air, it just kept my breathing slow. The other thing was the tail. This way, I could wag when I was happy. The tail came from the end of a … something I wore in my … this one I was less fond of, but master took great care to fit me properly. Once I was in, I had a way to confirm I was enjoying myself. There, stuck on all fours and drooling around a mouthful, I wagged my tail to let him know everything fit. He called me a good boi and sent me to bed. My day as a pet would soon begin.

Waking up was a new experience. All these things reminding me I’m a pup. The new pressure and comfort in the various things I was wearing. Master asked how I was feeling and I wagged my tail. I was not expecting the sensation of… as the huge rubber tail wagged back and forth, I felt … inside, I felt it moving back and forth and I lost focus for a moment. Master called me a good boi and petted my head. For some reason, that felt … good… The rest of the time, I found myself surprised at a lot of things that … felt good. I did only as I was told. There was a bit of breakfast, but I didn’t have to make or do anything with it. Master plugged a small tube onto my face piece and then pushed my food through. I felt it coming out in the back of my mouth and swallowed. It wasn’t a big breakfast, but it didn’t taste bad … I think. Later in the day, Master did want to clean everything. He took me to the wash room and soaped me up. He took some of the stuff from me to clean underneath, but only one thing at a time. He reassured me the whole time, with pets and scratches. When he was done, I thanked him by leaning into him. I wagged my tail a bit and felt it wagging inside me. It felt so good I actually moaned. Master called me a good boi. I actually was starting to … be fond of looking up at him, the belt buckle at the base of my vision and his matted wet torso rising above, topped by his bearded smiling face. I wagged some more and moaned again. Playfully, he grabbed at my swinging tail, bumping it sometimes and sending waves deep inside me. Finally, he said he needed to check that piece, so he replaced it with another. It was a little easier going in and out, this time, but I do think the new one was actually a little bigger inside me. Longer, I think. Finally, he got me ready for bed and said I had a big day ahead.

So now, I’m one of those stories. I’m one of those stories, because he takes care of me so well, all day, tending my body and keeping me prepared … for my day as his pet. Little by little, I forget. My old life gets further and further back in my mind until there is only my Master and obeying him. There is only being ready to wake up under his command. But he is kind. I’m trained to communicate some important things when my mouth is free. I’m fed and cared for, but I am required to tell him if I need cock. He only touches me when he cleans me. It isn’t like that. But I do have to tell him if I feel the urge to… I’m not allowed to talk but for one basic sound that I make if my mouth is open when I swallow. The easiest thing to say when he takes the brace out of my mouth and it sounds like cock. It’s perfect, because all I want is to cum. Unfortunately, Master doesn’t know exactly what I mean, so he and the boys produce their cocks. Some of them are hard already and some of them soft. When Master asks me what I want, I think of having an erect cock and cumming, so I approach and nuzzle the hard cocks. My open mouth keeps making the sound until one of them grips my head and aims his hard flesh where my brace goes. I never wanted to swallow cock before, but this one fit so well inside me. He did push deeper than I’m used to, but I was relieved to have something there. Sliding in and out of me was a newer sensation, but it meant I had time to breathe, because when he pushed me to his root, I couldn’t quite inhale. Men’s voices around me called me a good boy. I wagged my tail and felt the pressures inside me, rolling my eyes into my head; unprepared for the wave of happiness at all these sensations.

That was my first experience with a man’s cum and most of it went straight into my belly. He pulled a slobbery and thick wet cock from my throat and there were instantly three others in my face. At random I happily and obediently let my face fall on one of them and then his hands held me while he found his rhythm. Hands began to pet me all over and even play with my tail. I felt them pushing my tail further in, not just side to side. One of them played with it in and out and in and out until he pulled it free. I didn’t quite like the feeling, but he put something right back. Hands grabbed my hips and a long object entered me, filling me up, pushing deeper than I’d ever felt before until I felt his body rest against my butt cheeks, thighs against my hamstrings. My groin felt a fire, but the cage held me fast while I obeyed my Master. It was not appropriate for my cock to wag around without permission. Instead I dripped everywhere. While the cocks kept their rhythm for my spit roasting, Master touched my penis and played with my pre. He also called me such a good boy. My leash was not connected and neither were my cuffs, there, between those two men, they were my second and third for the afternoon, but they were not the last. After the last, I was exhausted and dripping fluids of countless men’s cocks from everywhere. A few of them jerked off and came across my face or shoulders or wherever else. Master cleaned me up quite tenderly and then got me ready for bed, fitting all my accessories back in place where they belonged and telling me to get rest before my day as his pet.

I woke to Master removing my mouth piece so I could receive his morning wood. As he relieved himself into me, he greeted someone else into the room, welcoming them to use me. The bigger dildo was wiggled and removed and easily filled with the cock. Now spit roasted again, I began to pre, taken by the stuffing of cock. I never questioned any of it, not one step of my reprogramming was resisted. My Master made me into his new pet and I … believed I was still waiting for that day to begin.

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.

They were pleased, because I was now theirs. Flashes of my old life came and went, but they had been told this might happen during the beginning of my new life and to simply reinforce my new life any time I appeared to resist; they must always push me harder than I resist an order.

There was once when I thought I resisted, but all that happened was I was even more trapped or more restrained…

…

Or more filled…

I resist the urge to impale myself when he tells me I want to. I know I want to and then I am full to the brim and I am happy

I resist the urge to tell him how happy I am and, instead, let him deeper into me

I resist the urge to breathe when he fills me, presses onto me until his flesh covers my eyes and his hair tickles my cheeks

The bristly, wooly bodies

The heavy, baritone voices

The woody, pungent odors

The savory, tender flesh

The relentless, penetrating thrusts

…

They bathe me in time, but day after day, my only filth is their sweat and cum; and they like it that way.

Every day, they come home and untether me, standing over me with pride in their pet, already half dressed and soon to be bare naked

Why would I resist…

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.