Jasper Loved To Be In The Woods, To Be Surrounded By Wood, To Have It In Him, To Be Moist With The Morning,

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

I pondered these words as he stepped back. Another man on the platform stepped forward, stepping into position in front of me. He was jerking his cock, too, and after a few moments, he leaned forward to be sure every jet of his semen shot me dead in the face. These men had been jerking all morning. I had been fretting all morning, knowing that I had been Targeted by one of my coworkers. I don’t know what tipped me off when I got in; something about the way they took my jacket … and my tie … my slacks were taken with my shoes and socks. I handed them my shirts as directed and then left my underwear at the threshold when I entered this specially designed room. I stood before a ledge, where any man taller than 5’ would find their cock in my face; and I caught a glimpse for maybe a dozen men all waiting their turn to orgasm over me. Each time one of them sprayed their cum carefully across my face, dripping down my cheek and chin, globs of jizz running down my face.

The deepest sexual penetration is of the mind.

He stepped away and the next prepared to deposit a long stewed load of cum directly into my face. Pretty quickly, the scent of man and the creamy milk of cum was all I could smell. These men each had been stimulating their balls for a while and had a wealth of hot spunk to cover me. One slimy spot soon became two.

The deepest sexual penetration is of the mind.

Then another man prepared to do the same. Two slimy spots on my face became one big spot and one smaller spot.

The deepest sexual penetration is of the mind.

I stood there, naked, as man after man, jerking their dicks through their buttoned up suit pants, sprayed another load of male essence on my face and departed, making room for the next one. When the fourth load was slowly running down my face, I no longer had independent cum globs on my face; my face was just covered in cum.

The deepest sexual penetration is of the mind.

I stood where I had been told, hearing those words over and over. At first, I didn’t understand them. I knew I wasn’t being fucked, but … I couldn’t identify the small part of me that seemed to be confused why I was willingly standing here, letting my face be used as a cum rag for my office mates. I think they were my office mates, anyway… thought some of the faces were familiar, but then, really only seeing cocks, right now. Faces are too high up; and now I have enough cum on my face you might think I had smeared it for a mask.

The deepest sexual penetration is of the mind.

I wasn’t being sexually penetrated, so my head had a problem with this statement I kept hearing; from the voice of each man, after dousing me with more cock juice. I was licking my lips as cum dripped across them, an easy habit of any food one feels there. The flavor was unique. I think by the time I tasted it, it was several different men’s flavor at once, but it was new. As more cum dripped, I tasted more and as more men came, I began opening my mouth for it. Plenty of cum was already soaking my hair and coating my face, I decided I could have some fresh, before it mixed with any others.

The deepest sexual penetration is of the mind.

I opened my mouth for the next one, too. Not quite swallowing, tasting the hot liquid during the moment I waited for the next man’s load to erupt from his balls. I marveled how easy it was to taste the next one and how the flavors mingled inside my mouth until I couldn’t discern them, anymore.

The deepest sexual penetration is of the mind.

It only took a couple of open mouthed orgasm for me to start hoping to just suck it right from the cock, but there was a program in place. Each man that came on me had specific understanding that I was to be coated. So, sure, one or two let me suck milk right from their flesh tube, but most of them obeyed orders and made sure I was covered in copious quantities of cum. Cum dripped from my face as if I had showered in it. My chin and my chest were slowly spreading the cum further, but still they only coated my face.

The deepest sexual penetration is of the mind.

It was many cum loads later that I was taken to my next stage of reprogramming: finally being allowed to swallow.

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.

Jim thought he was taking this photo for his girlfriend. Actually, she was tired of his shit and forwarded the photo to us. We took care of Jim. Now Jim is taking care of client after client after client.

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.

Everyone’s having a good time. It’s all part of the fun when some of them act a bit silly now and again. There’s that one behavior, though: Our scouts can recognize the one whose got a drop in his drink, become a Target and started responding to the subliminals that have been playing all night. The Targets go to the “private party”; which explains away their immediate absence. We never let any of the guests remember things very clearly, anyway, but they all had a good time.