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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.

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.

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.

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.

You stand there, stunned.

You’ve been stunned for over an hour, watching him ravage the other boi sexually in ways you never imagined.

The other boi isn’t just a boi, either. That used to be your little brother.

Part of what stuns you is how much you enjoy seeing your little brother hollowed out by this massive man’s equally huge meat.

It was stunning enough when your brother actually allowed the cock to push open his sphincter.

But as the moments passed, you were stunned at how much of the shaft he was taking inside himself.

Then the thrusting. But the thrusting had become pounding. You could hear the force in the smacking as this man fucked your brother senseless.

And you envied your brother, the boi. You wanted to be just like the boi.

He watched as your own mind drained into nothing and became the Lust he was interested in.

You didn’t know you and your brother were being remade, you just followed directions.

Now, you are naked, drooling over the sight of this man balls deep in the other boi.

Then, another huge man entered the room and said almost nothing.

“The other one ready?” Being told the other one was ready, the new man gripped you by the head and directed you to a new location.

You were set on all fours and then your hole… the same hole your brother was getting opened up, you felt the new man pressing his manhood into your hole.

Your hole is now for cock. You are happy to finally have your own cock to fuck you, just like your … the boi beside you.

Next, you get to envy the other boi when his hole is filled with cum. You envy him as the man pulls out, leaving the boi dripping the excess cum until a new cock arrives and fills him, using the cum for lube and not even taking his time.

You almost barely notice that the pounding beside you even stopped, your mind is only focused on cock.

You miss it when it is gone, but you forget you were ever without it as you worship the one inside you.

The one soon becomes two and you are even happier. You and the boi are stuffed in both of your sex holes, shafts of penis constantly sliding in then out then in

And more and more, your stomach is satisfied by cum, your asshole drips cum, your body is slimy with cum.

When you sleep, you are cleaned by staff and laid out again to start all over, but better.

You are trained to worship cock and you do not stand around when there is cock in the room. You present one of your holes to any cock you know is near

JACK

THE GUY SITE

These guys keep sending me selfies of themselves. Always all three of them, but more shirtless lately. They smile and give me hand signals. Always like I'm standing with them, looking down at their hands by their bulges and they're smiling at me. With each photo their bulges are larger. I can't miss the bulge they each have. I focus on it even more when the next photo is taken as if I'm on my knees, looking up at them passed their bulges, their happy hand signals and they're smiling at me. I want those pants gone and I reach for them—now their cocks are out and I'm excited and they're giving me hand signals and smiling at me opening my mouth for those cocks and they have their way with me. Pumped full and tired, they keep me safe for the next gang bang. This time with more friends, more cock, more cum I get to drink.

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.

The final celebratory act of the ceremonial graduation was the flinging of the underpants. Henceforth, they would be nude but for their own fur.

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.

We start with some regular photos. Just casual. Then we say we want an all day work look and get him sweaty and shirtless. Then we tell him he needs a bath and get him naked. He is embarrassed to be unable to stop his erection. We tell him it is fine. He soaks in the tub that has been specially prepared for him. Then we tell him he needs a fuck. Cock appears in his face and he knows only one thing to do with it: dribble and spit and swallow that shaft. He is very hungry. We knew he would be. We fed him lunch first, of course. That’s why he did everything we told him. Our company tools make cock slaves of any man. We use it to great effect. We lift him—his face still glued to the cock he is pressing down his throat—and press another cock into his ass. He moans for it, unexpectedly very happy to have so much cock in him. They begin to fuck him, vigorously, and he makes even louder noises; of sex and mindless pleasure. We have a new office slave to break in before selling. We like to have a particular brand.

Meaty, hairy, mindless, perpetually horny and hungry for cock is just how we like ‘em.