It’s A Boy’s Duty To Please His Daddy Whenever He’s Told.

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 think you have bested him. You think he is yours, because you have been on top of him. You think you have marked him by the cum you have spewed on his chest.

You never knew what those glowing blue eyes were really doing to your mind.

"Well, I don’t normally drink, but since you went to the trouble. Thanks for inviting me over, by the way. It has been very relaxing to get away from town. Suddenly I feel like getting these shorts off. You don’t mind?"

He's been coming over to my house to "hang out" for many months now. All the while, I have been upping his dose of the drug. More and more he becomes docile. He apologizes for a foggy mind and I put him at ease, allowing him to remain in company anyway. Each day, he faithfully returns and I give him another dose.

He arrives, I dose him, I have him remove his clothes. He is not yet retrained enough to get completely naked, but he's too far gone to stop his training now.

I can't wait to have him standing around, perpetually erect. He's so fucking sexy.

Everything was so meticulous about my belongings and my clothes and which cabin and what time and so much checking and double checking that I was strangely surprised to find another man in my room. I knew this was my assignment, though, so I proceeded to the bed and he made no move to stop me. For some reason, neither of us said anything, the entire time. We got to the room, surveyed the layout in the light and then entered darkness for our slumber. I laid down on the bed and turned over. He laid beside me and turned with me, reaching an arm around my torso as he pressed his body into mine. His hips worked until I felt something long and stiff get between my cheeks.

Laying there, he gently humped me from behind, pressing himself right on my hole. I could feel him beginning to slip. He must be dripping a good amount of precum. Having never received a penis in this way, I had no idea what I should do, but for some reason I wasn’t stopping this. I let it happen. It was as if I were here for this. For ages, he continued his slow and gentle humping, coating his own mushroom and my hole in his slippery secretion — my hole getting more and more accustomed to the pressing of his thick flesh, he finally pushed me open enough to enter. I was surprised and clenched, but it did no good. He held fast. He was inside. Slowly, he began to move again and I began to relax again. Now, though, he was coating his entire shaft as he entered me deeper and deeper, the gentleness subsiding for a steady thrusting until he was pounding my hole, lifting a leg up so he could get deeper inside. I began jacking off as he fucked. I was being fucked.

I’ve never been fucked. I wasn’t thinking when I jerked my cock. I didn’t even remember getting naked. I’m supposed to sleep, because I have … things … to do in the morning, but … I can’t get enough of his cock. I jerk until I orgasm. I jerk until he orgasms. When he finally stops fucking, our sweaty bodies lying there, breathing in the dark… he starts moving again and I feel him entering and leaving, entering and leaving… I never want it to end, but I drift to sleep as he begins to pound me anew. In the morning, I wake and gather my things. I get dressed, but with much haste. I’m late. I’m late leaving and I don’t want to leave… I leave my assigned rest cabin feeling a new yearning to be filled.

On my way out, I pass the lobby and catch eyes with the receptionist. He asks me how I enjoyed my cabin and I say I enjoyed it fine. He asks if I want another night and my response is automatic. Yes, I want another night. He says the same cabin isn’t available, but they do have rooms I can take. I don’t hear him say how many nights I’m reserving, but I hand over my things… somewhere in there is my payment method. The receptionist accepts my things with a smile, setting them behind his counter and giving me my new room number. I don’t … recognize… but I’m only wearing pants that are unbuttoned, shoes that are untied and a neck tie that isn’t even tight around my bare neck.

I find my new room and see a new man, there. Just like my first room, there seems to be someone else assigned, here, but he’s naked. I say hi. I … undress and leave the few items neatly by the door and with the sun still rising into the sky, I find the bed and lie on my stomach, I spread my legs and I wait for my roommate. The other man crawls onto the bed, straddling me until he lowers himself, entering me. I am relieved to feel that pressure inside me again, rising as his cock fills me. My eyes roll in my head as he finds his depth and begins to thrust, to pound.

In the morning… I don’t remember any desire to leave. I don’t remember my clothes. I don’t remember who fucked me in the night. I only know I am alone and desire a man. I wait by the door until it opens and a man in a suit enters…

A careful interview process and a well established method of stimulation and excitement, this assistant is curating the perfect group of men for his boss to hire. The assistant has no idea who the group is for, but will be there as ordered, drinking all these men’s cum in one go until he’s too full to continue and THEN, covered in excess gobs of cum, they will begin to teach his asshole how to accept cock. It will be the icing on their cake

He agreed to try on some suits and accessories.

First, there were a number of shirts. He swapped out various T’s and button downs. His shirt got picked up with the others, but they left it alone until later. There were jokes about how they’d have no problem finding clothes for him to wear. He laughed, thinking they were referring to all the other clothes lying around. It put him more at ease and so he didn’t fret when all the shirts were taken away and they moved on to pants. They deliberately took his shoes and socks; but that also happened earlier, after he bathed for the photo shoot. When his shirt went away, he figured they would all be put together for him to retrieve when they were all finished.

Thus, when they gave him underwear they wanted him to model, he slipped out of his own without a second thought. He didn’t really think about it in the next set, but he was given no other underwear to put on. He simply, obediently, put on the trousers and suspenders for the camera. Someone did mention the cock line, but when he said it must be because he had no underwear for this, they asked him to unzip just to show them it was true. He opened and pulled apart his pants as they continued taking photos.

For his next set of clothes, it was just a robe that was too small for his shoulders. He only made one explicit confirmation that he was wearing the right thing, before posing in front of the camera. The robe could not be closed, so every shot was a full frontal pic. Eventually, they told him to just let it fall. Another man picked it up as they took quite a few more with him completely nude. They asked if he minded they brought a second person in, to get their pictures at the same time now they were almost through. Another naked man appeared, and they were introduced to each other and it was explained in front of both of them, one more time, that these were the last photos needed, so the men were requested to be in the same shots. A couple of jokes were made about their clothes to break the ice and then the pair easily agreed once again. At first, they stood separately, engaging their own poses, but then they agreed to step a bit closer together. They were directed to admire one another’s form and to touch one another. The men groped and poked and laughed as more and more clicks went off. An arm over a shoulder, legs spread and squatting, the pair were directed to grab or cover each other’s junk. They sat on each other’s laps and gripped each other’s thighs.

At first evenly, but then favoring one, they were made to pose with the other’s cock at eye level. Always closer to his face and then touching his face and then hiding his mouth and then between his lips and then in his mouth and then while hard and then making more and more of it disappear into his face as he simply adapted to relaxing his throat for the photos. There were no more photos, but that wasn’t in his mind. Cock was in his mind. He was focused on cock in his face, pubes brushing his eyebrows, hands gripping his skull. It was so very important that the cock return all the way down his throat. When it came, pulsing semen directly to his stomach, it withdrew and he was alarmed, but only until the other cock entered his face. This cock was new and not so slippery. It must go deep into him. That’s all he knew.

Eventually he slept, but when he awoke, he only wondered where the cock was. He looked around for only a moment before a cock entered his room and he started his day again. This time, he was Coached to remember his place. A man chanted in his ear about the cock he must worship. A hand jerked him off as a cock fucked his throat and then a tongue began to lick his ass. He was fucked while he was jerked and he was taught that when he cums, he will cum the last of any desire to leave, because his life is now dedicated to cock. For hours, he was fucked and edged, reminded that when he cums, it means he agrees to worship cock, agrees his only purpose is to be full of cock, stuffed with cock as he was jerked and brainwashed into thinking only of cock. The cocks dumped cum in him and were replaced with new cocks and all the while he was jerked off and reminded how much he wanted cock.

But every time he became tense, got close to cumming, they would ease off, telling him he wasn’t ready, teasing him with climax and making it into his signature for submission to the will of cock. Edged and edged until any spare word between cock thrusts in his mouth communicated “please”, “cock” and “cum”. At the end of another day, when he was becoming exhausted and sleepy, they finally allowed him to cum. He was fitted in a brace to hold him steady and told to sleep. Told that he was now to be used for cock. He was allowed to sleep, but with his jaw braced open, cocks could continue fucking both his holes for a few more hours. He drifted in and out of sleep, as he learned to live with cock, accepting cock and being only for cock

He smiles at me before he thrusts my skull down over his stiff rod. I was his boss for a couple of years, but he changed all that. I didn’t have much regard for the guy, but he was assigned to work under me and I gave him all the shit in the world to make sure it got done right. That’s all I cared about. Well, I lost that job, but he filled it, so there’s plenty of money being made. It all started the day he gave me a gift of appreciation. It seemed like bullshit, but he’d either been really lucky or did his research, because I couldn’t resist eating it. Little did I know, he’d laced it with sufficient doses of the Company Tools that not long afterward, he ordered me to get in his car and I immediately obeyed. It just seemed … right…. When he told me to do something, I just did it.

I got in his car, I sat quietly for the ride, I got out of the car, I entered his house, I followed him to my new room, I shed all my belongings and he fitted me with my first plugs, one in each of my holes. Each day, he traded them out for slightly longer ones; thus he taught me to take cocks the size he was going to start thrusting into me. He only had the one, himself, of course, but he had friends. Every weekend, I was the cum dump for his parties. The rest of the week, I was his cum guzzling cock worshipper every morning. So glad he taught me that. I beg him for every chance to worship cock and he’s so good to me, he gives me what I crave.

He smiles down at me as I begin or continue to drool; and then his cock goes into my depths, pounding into my throat until I’m drinking his cum, like a good boy. He lets me worship his cock for the cum and then goes about his day while I hunger for permission to continue

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.

He was restraining himself, but he was ready to punch somebody. He had no idea how many people were in on the apparent prank. Hired to help with some moving, the whole affair was simple, but dirty. He’d been made aware of that, going in, so had brought the recommended change of clothing. After the work was done and he was given the opportunity to wash off and change, he returned to an anteroom only to find his bag missing. After drying himself of the shower water, he took steps to get his things back. There had been a group of men with him and he believed it was their mischief. One hand dedicated to his modesty, he left the changing room to try and chase down the other boys. They were committed, though, and he was forced to excuse himself politely, multiple times to multiple people. They, of course, didn’t mind, but he had a hard time noticing things. Everyone was watching as this man took step after step toward being the toy for the auction. Most people knew not to exchange fluids with him for at the very least, several days, but there could be lots of gloved petting and making him swallow things before deciding to bid.

The man was running openly about the room, already. Both hands dedicated to his balance and not one thought to hide his own penis, anymore. They understood the Tools from his tainted shower, would be causing him to forget everything but the most immediate. This is why Targets are often bound and forced to watch screens with carefully chosen imagery. This was precision reprogramming, but exercises like the one playing out at the event, showed how easy it was for his mind to lose things and how quickly the Tools caused him to think of penis. The boys he was chasing had begun discarding clothing items. Some of them were tossed at him and he batted those away as he chased them still. The Clients all watched as the naked man continued chasing the group of Hooks, the boys, who were now naked and showing off as they dodged him. Finally, they let him catch up and the entire group became a pile of men in the middle of the floor. He wrestled with one until he’d pinned them and tried to speak, but everyone saw the confused look when he couldn’t finish the demand. “Caught you! Now, give me …” His grip sustained, but his brow furrowed. Two men assumed position in front and behind him, for the final push to penis. “Give me…” he said, quieter.

The man behind him pressed up to his backside, a long penis rising around his cheeks and resting on his back. “Give you this?” “Or this?” The man in front had grabbed his head and drawn close, another long penis down his cheek. The two men each focused on their task and he was pulled back and forth between them. Spit and pre was being wiped up his ass crack and the tip of a penis was already pushing his jaw open. He wasn’t ready for it, but he didn’t know how to stop. The penis now completely filling his mouth and still entering, the penis at his ass pushed his other sphincter wide. He tried to gasp, but his mouth was full of cock, so he only sucked the cock further in, unable to swallow just yet, but already drooling around the shaft, making the penis wet enough to slide; and as the cocks slid in him, he forgot ever not having cock in him and began caressing the men around him, finding other cocks and jerking them was the only thing he could still do on his own, because the two cocks filling his holes had no need for his attention. They just were. He was full of cock. He was full of cock and he wanted … more.