Erik Was Trying To Get His Coach To Give Him Better Help Than “focus On Taking The Other Guy Down”

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.

He pressed the button and smiled at you as you began undressing, behaving almost as if someone had actually spoken the command. But, no. It was in each musical selection he played.

He said “watch this” and pressed the button. As the music began, you slipped off your shoes. He pressed the button. You got undressed. He pressed the button. You undressed him. He pressed the button. You swallowed his cock. He let this track play for a while.

Just for a bit of fun; that’s all we went for. A few days’ holiday. We arrived and I pulled out me phone to take a picture. I wanted one from before, just to remember. Had them take their shirts off for a gas. Course they did it. We were there to have a bit of fun. Shirts off and right to work, they probly thought. But me, I had other things in mind. Things like the spray in the bottle by the plant just to me right. Shirts off, arms round, I snap one and pick up the bottle and give the handle a squeeze. The mist cloud passes over them. They give me a weird look, of course, and I give them one back. It’s all very funny, yeah. I squeeze again. I do it for as long as they let me get away with it; and just when one of them is about to pull away from the other, thinking the photo’s done—one more, I tell them. They stay, arms round, still lookin’ at me. I watch their hands, though. They’ve begun to squeeze the flesh they hold. Yeah, I tell them, just like that. I put on an air like a professional and spritz as I begin to circle them. Through the lens, I watch their faces. They’re both squeezing each other and they both like the squeezing. They watch me until I’ve put one’s head in the way of the other. That’s when they look at each other. They don’t see me, anymore. Now, I squeeze the handle right at them. Their eyes are locked on each other’s faces. Their faces and beards and bodies are dripping wet, now, and they can’t ignore it. Their faces collide and their lips explore and their hands squeeze and their pants come off and I leave them to fuck each other silly. Later, they’ll be mindless. Later, they’ll want cum. Later, I’ll fuck them silly. 

It all seems like a dream, but it never goes away. Seed like this just can't be allowed to go wherever it pleases. It needs to be milked and stored and carefully applied. Our genetics team will use it to make the next batches of slaves. Perfectly bread to be hairy and docile, perfect for unhindered training to be muscular and lustful. This dream is a never ending orgasm that he never wants to wake up from. He'll wake up, but only when we're ready to sell him at a premium. He was the top of his class, you see. We don't let that cum go just anywhere, or for very cheap. He can go live the life he was dreaming of and we'll put the new young head of the class in his place. "Pick of the litter", we sometimes like to call them.

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 woke up wearing something. Actually, he was wearing nothing. He couldn’t look, but he could feel the air on his body—even his balls. His hands were stuck behind his back and his mouth was stuck open. There was a collar around his neck, too; he couldn’t lower his head, very well, stuck looking up just a bit. He was on his knees, but his ankles were stuck together, too.

He was just wondering how he’d been unconscious while in this position when a huge cock arrived in front of him. He gasped, inhaling air through the hole in his face. He could only vocalize as the dick came right for that hole, his sounds only exciting the man.

He squinted as his immobile mouth got its first taste of cock and its introduction to allowing cock to slip right by and force its way down his throat. With everything he was wearing, there was no stopping that man’s hairy pubes from bouncing on his face. He liked it, though. He was a little surprised about that, but he liked it anyway.

He settled into this position, getting fucked in the face. When something started playing with his ass, he guessed right, what was getting forced on him next, and arched his back. His posture excited the men. The cock in his mouth was suddenly replaced by a different cock and he tasted a difference. Man musk was cockalicious regardless, but the tastes… he wanted more.

When the men were done fucking him, his opened mouth poked around at the tired men, just like a puppy looking for scraps. The men knew they’d found their new cum pup and had him fitted for ears, tail and paws. It didn’t matter who he once was. He was now their cock dog.

They’re having a good time, meeting new people. Their wives and girlfriends have been encouraged elsewhere and there’s not a woman in sight. They’re given open beer bottles and begin drinking along with everyone else they’ve met. They’ve been chatting together for a few minutes when another man approaches and directs one to remove his shirt. Casually, he does so, the both of them continuing to nurse their bottles. With the shirt removed, the other is told to admire his chest. As they keep chatting, keep drinking, the second man rubs his hand across the exposed furry front, himself choosing to also admire the patches of hair found on his arms and shoulders… and even on his back. With his hand now beginning to wrap around the shirtless one, they are told to get closer; which they do as his hand continues to caress and twiddle hairs. Kiss. The two close the remaining distance between their faces and press their mouths together, each with an arm around the other, now, pulling tight. Open your mouths. The kiss becomes passion as their tongues take over, their heads begin to move and they make out, licking and drooling as their new owner makes his final choice.

Finish your bottles, then take your clothes off and follow me.

The men part, smoothly raising their bottles and taking the final draughts, disposing of the bottles — and having no question about immediately removing the rest of their clothes. As indicated, the fabrics and belongings are left in a bin and the newly naked, newly reprogrammed, newly cock hungry men are taken to their new lives.

The fraternity is well known … to the right people … for the himbos it forms out of its pledges, roughly once a semester. While many of the boys get to join in on the alpha energy, one of the boys that joins… gets to be the one to provide service to his new brothers. The boys all have a special camaraderie with each other. They all like to whip out their dicks, but they don’t like to put it in each other … until the gang bang has been going for a while. Some extra touching is just inevitable. The recipient is a poor boy they have already confirmed will glance at a man. He’s the perfect type to strip and use and put to work. He, like the seemingly mindless naked himbo that brought him his harness after the boys stripped him, would do basically everything for the boys, lifting and running and pushing and sweating. Slowly, after accepting he belonged to them, he dieted as they directed and his body transformed as his mind did also, beefing up and dumbing down. Eventually, employees of the Company will collect him and he will be auctioned to Clients — as good a Product as any. The boys continue school, continue working the himbos they have, continue picking up a new one every few months.

There are as many as six or more himbos in the house. While the himbos and the boys are on a different path, sometimes one of the boys switches to join them. Sometimes he becomes curious and subjects himself next to a new himbo and whether he likes it or not is swept into place with the rest of the himbos. Sometimes it happens when the extra sex starts to happen during a gang bang of one of the himbos. Brothers come and go during those, so sometimes … when a room is full of naked dudes… if one of the boys starts sucking a dick and positions himself so his ass is free, another of the boys is likely to spit on it and force him open. His mouth will be full of cock and when he protests, the brothers inside him will keep him in line. He’ll end up as mindlessly filled with cum as the himbos he used to fuck. When the boys are cleaning up the himbos, the next day, one of them might realize what happened to one of their brothers… but even if he does, that usually just means they clear out his room and throw all his belongings away, so he can sleep naked with the other himbos. A lot of times, it’s one of his closer buddies and when he finds out he missed the chance to put a load in his friend, he’ll get to it right then. When that happens, it invariably means the boy is getting a gang bang all for him.

He spends that very next day getting mindlessly fucked all over again. A second day of being powerless to cock and spunk and cum? When he finally wakes up on the third day, he finds himself in the room with the rest of the himbos. What this means is his tired and taxed mind will see a cock within the first few moments and his recent conditioning will put his mouth around it before he really thinks about it. The first brother that walks by the doorway to the himbo room will absolutely see the suckling himbo’s open ass and use it. Thus, his third day of training begins. The cock pressing into his ass does something to his mind as he swallows cock to the root again; his eyes blink and things come into focus just a bit. He might reach a hand around to hold his ass cheeks open … trying to help … and then the cock pushes his hole open again. The moment arrives quickly — he’s been opened up for two days straight, now — but it also still hits the last nerve of his drained out intelligence. On the second day, the brothers made sure to make cock his breakfast; but this time, he did it to himself. He tries to protest, again, but he’s already got two cocks in him. The himbo in his mouth might be dumb, but he still has a grip on his own dick. The himbo in his mouth might even be a former brother, still tapping the last of his alpha energy but now in a more mindless state. Some of the brothers will of course be interested in the newest himbo’s third day and will arrive to make sure he’s fitting into his new role.

LD

Gene couldn’t remember what they had been talking about. The guy in the hoodie suddenly kissed him. It was just a closed-mouth touch, at first, but it was firm and he didn’t bounce back or stop; he stayed pressed. Gene used a hand to push him away, but it was just his arm and they were still kissing when Gene opened his mouth to say something. Instead of Gene saying something, the still pressed lips of the hoodie guy seemed to press something into Gene’s mouth. He spent a moment wiggling his tongue, trying to find it and then realized he was still face to flattened face with this total stranger… This totally… sexy stranger. Gene parted his lips again and something else slipped into his mouth: the tantalizingly wet tongue of that hot guy in the alley who was so adamant about kissing. Gene relented. This time Gene’s hand pulled the arm closer. That’s when the sexy alley guy started removing Gene’s clothes. All the while they were lip locked, he removed one article at a time; unbuttoning here, unzipping there, slipping off this way and that. Slowly, Gene became naked; all the while almost completely focused on staying firmly in direct physical contact, mouth to mouth with this stranger he met in the alley. Slobber was dripping down Gene’s chest from it; and he continued dribbling on himself as they alley guy directed the naked and mindless Gene to a room full of his collection: mindless naked hairy men who couldn’t stop molesting any man within reach.

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…