Now He Is Unconscious, He Will Be Stripped And Tied. His First Lesson In The Gay Sex That Will Come To

No more clothes. Their cocks were stiffening together. Mark was right, this was better. He’d been in denial. Aaron looked up and gave a passionate kiss to this man who showed him the joys of cock. Love? Yeah, maybe he loved cock, sure. The kiss? Oh, the kiss was fuckin’ hot. They stuffed each other well, that day.

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…

Initiation, they said. Finally, he just agreed to strip. He waded into the stream and turned around to see if that was satisfactory. Most of the guys were watching, but just standing there. After a moment, he asked how long he needed to stay out there for it to count as being done. Only one of the men called back, just saying he had to wait until they were ready. He sighed and just watched them, focus moving from man to man. The few who weren’t also watching him were setting up other aspects of camp, like the fire pit and cooking area, not just tents. Idly, as one of the guys bent over, he fondled himself, sort of a light scratch, but he had settled with his shaft sort of in his palm.

Suddenly, he realized more than one of the guys who had been simply standing there staring at him, were actually getting undressed, as well. He wondered if that meant everyone was about to give up on this silly initiation and join him in the water. He watched them intently, eyes taking in all the furry flesh he could, noting some of them … were more bald than others… He hadn’t properly recognized yet, but all the men staring at him were now naked, a bank of furry man flesh stood before him, and he was gently jerking himself, penis still flaccid. … but it began to grow.

He wondered why he was still just standing there, staring at all those dicks who were staring at him. A couple of them were stiff, already; the men gently stroking their erections as they stared at him. He could see the expectation and the hope in their eyes and posture. He didn’t consciously recognize it, but he saw their lust, as well. His penis was thicker than before, too large for just one palm, now, although still very limp. Rebalancing himself, he put his back foot ahead of him, effectively stepping closer to the cocks. More of them were erect, now. He could imagine the cocks as the perfect shape to fit inside holes; and he actively thought of his two holes and how those cocks would fit, in turn.

He wanted those cocks in holes; in his holes. His own cock was stretching out in front of him now, rigid but still swelling. He staggered another couple of steps forward, hands in the air at his sides for balance, eyes intently focus on penis, glancing back and forth between the lot of them, wanting them. Wanting them in him. His gaze settled on just one cock, anxiously lowering his head nearer an appropriate level, bracing his arms on his thighs as he leaned forward just slightly, drooling. Then he saw one of the men gesture, backing him from the water. He staggered forward again, but didn’t stop. The man who gestured was now holding out a hand, presenting his cock. He approached the cock, feeling he should touch it with his mouth. His arms swung clumsily at his sides as he slotted into position, shoving his first cock to the back of his mouth.

He choked, but didn’t try to withdraw. The hand reaching out for him was now cradling his skull, condoning if not holding him in position. Other hands were touching him, brushing down from his head, over his shoulders, through his hair, down his back, supporting him as they pulled his legs straight, hips in the air, ass presented as his face struggled with his new position on cock. Fingers helped work him open, wet and slippery, before the men progressed to their plan: spit roasting the new guy after they tricked him into standing in the water.

Something in the water had an effect on people, particularly on men. Their cocks might become erect indefinitely, but they would definitely suddenly have an insatiable hunger for man penis. His previous identity was all but gone and he would only yearn to be supplied with dick, impose himself on penis, drink unending loads of cum and never try to wear clothes ever again. Slave to cock and eternally hungry to be filled, holes loose and open, always ready to take the longest cocks to their root.

There was no proof a simple splash didn’t also affect men somehow, but any man that got a little wet from what the Target brought back to shore, never made much difference. Everyone knew they were probably fine and it must be something about prolonged or built up exposure; so while they didn’t worry about getting a little wet, they stayed the hell away from the water’s edge.

Any man that did the same as he did would end up just as used, a cum dump for the group that brought him in. They even had him clean up with bath later on, this time properly bathing in the stream. During the drive back, the new cum dump was always begging for at least one penis to suck. After several men, they had learned if you just give him a penis to suckle, he goes right to sleep for the whole trip and if you need to you can cum right in his throat. He’ll probably drink it down without even waking up.

All day, he can’t quite understand why, but he’s been taking his clothes off. He doesn’t consider the food, so doesn’t have any inkling that it was actually his son. He’s been hard on his son, but he trusted his son was learning the right lessons. Unfortunately, his son quite disagreed with the method and decided he was better off a mindless hole for cock.

To that end, his morning coffee contained a powerful and irreversible set of doses. On his own, at random, he simply obeyed an unspoken urge to be completely naked. He then suffered his son’s taunting as he devoted all his time to waiting on him. He laid at his son’s feet and waited at his son’s side, but feeling more and more to show his love to his son’s midsection, to find his son’s manhood, to open his mouth and adore his son’s manhood, to impale his own head on his son’s cock until he’s choking on semen — but his son never fucks.

No, he must do all the work as he discovers his new mission: to bring his son pleasure through the worship of his cock. To obey his son when told to stay in place as another man uses his hole and cums. Another man enters and cums in him and still he waits for his son’s next order. Several more cocks use his now accustomed hole before finally: his son approaches his face, gripping his head and inserting his cock, feeling his depth in his throat until pressing them together — and then began fucking. His son started fucking his throat and it made him so happy to finally be used by his virile son

I had him right where I wanted him. He was trapped in a boat with me in the middle of the lake. He relaxed and took some photos and I helped myself to his cock. He snapped a few shots while I slipped his shorts off him; and ultimately took a nice photo record of my descent into his cock slave.

Maybe this was actually his trap for me...

He reached his hand out to steady me. He reassured me everything was fine. I relaxed and trusted him.

He pulled my mouth over his cock and guided my jaw to open.

I was still uncertain, but he was very caring, pulling my jaw open for me with his fingers and sliding inside until I couldn’t breathe.

He reminded me this was normal and massaged my throat until he entered deeper.

His flesh and his pulse filled my mouth, filled my throat in places I couldn’t even feel and blocked my breath. I struggled a little, but he pushed me further.

Finally I struggled a lot and he let me pull the rod from my neck and breathe again. I looked up to him and he had a questioning expression.

He reminded me I wasn’t going to get better at holding my breath if I spent so much time off his cock.

It made perfect sense, so I leaned forward again, allowing him to pull me even closer.

He coaxed and guided me deeper. Longer.

From my lips poured thick wet saliva that made everything slippery.

During brief moments when he let me breathe, he spread my thick cock drool on his shaft, on my face; then pulled me back in before I thought I was ready.

Always before I was ready. Always making me a better cock sucker. Always filling me with cock until he had his fill of pleasure, came in my throat for me and sent me to clean up.

Always rewarding me for a cock well worshipped by providing me more cock to worship

He was testing me, taking off one piece of clothing at a time.

I didn’t care about seeing him naked. That is, I had no desire to see any dude naked. I was letting him uncover his gorgeous body and enticing fur because it didn’t matter. I sat there on my haunches just as he told me to, because I’m a good boy. He looked down at me when he was wearing just some skimpy underwear; he smiled at me. I didn’t understand what the smile was for, but it was because I was still sitting there watching him strip. I was also beginning to drool as I stared at him.

It’s hard to describe what it was like losing my old self to my new self. Losing my old identity to cock. I just did what I was told, like a good pup should, and gave myself to my new master. He filled me with his cock all the time and I loved him. He petted me when I begged him for his cock when he was too tired. That’s when he started inviting friends over for me, so he could nap while I was getting cock. Thanks to his friends, my holes were never empty again.

He pauses for a photo. Being covered in cum is as nothing for him, but quite desirable for a number of clients. Between each session, we’ll take another photo. It becomes a kind of time-lapse progression. Ultimately, he will be available to some clients who will quite relish licking him clean.

It turned out, she’d known for years we were doing this. I accidentally said something to him in front of her and there was a tense moment when we thought it was all going to end, but that’s when she confessed she knew it all. She showed us the video and told us how many times she had deliberately gotten me excited before leaving us alone together. She had done it all, because she knew I wanted it. Somehow, she knew way before I did how much I loved having cock and having his cock and having his cum in me and all over me and … it didn’t matter. From that moment on, we lived as her pets and she kept us naked and fucking. One day, she introduced us to someone; a nice and hunky wolf with another cock for us to love erupting in our faces.