I Didn’t Think He’d Ever Noticed Me, But I Sure Noticed Him.

Every so often, I keep thinking of Ted and what he told me. He sat his butt down right across from me and started peeling a banana. Ted is a very lean lithe luscious lickable lunatic lush of a little lover boy and he knows it. Brian had just gotten up, too. He was busy on his computer already. So Ted finished peeling the banana, see, and that’s when he said it. Well… That is… I mean he didn’t so much as say anything. Come to think of it, he actually didn’t say a word. With his back to Brian, Ted gave me a wink and proceeded to deep throat the banana. Just once quickly down and back out again. Nice and smooth. The banana seemed untouched. He spent less than a couple seconds looking at me after that, before taking one small bite and setting the banana down in front of me and getting straight up and leaving. Of course I couldn’t just leave the banana lying there. I love bananas; I’ve loved ‘em ever since… I’m not sure. Anyway, the whole time I was eating it, I kept thinking about what he said. With every swallow almost, I saw the banana disappear into his mouth. It was penetrating. All day since, I keep thinking about eating his banana and him deep throating. It’s like I can’t focus on anything else anymore. Swallowing his banana. The whole thing. It just wouldn’t leave my head alone. Finally, when I got back from work and found him in the kitchen, I had a chance to ask him what that had been about. I didn’t have a chance, though. When he turned around, he had another banana. This one was already peeled. Nothing but the delicate flesh from soft tip to banana-fana-fo-fana-licious base. I started salivating. Never had I wanted so much to swallow a man’s banana so intently. I love swallowing his bananas. Ted gets them ready for me all the time now. Every time I see him, and that’s morning, night and usually noon too. I leave work early now just to get another one. He knows me so well, it doesn’t matter what time I get back, Ted’s got a banana for me to swallow. Once, I even went right back through the door. Ted already had a banana. I crave them so much, I have as many as I can. As soon as I swallow a load, I ask him for another one. All over my face and down my throat, they go. Such delicious bananas. Load after load, I can always have another. Little lover boy loves me. He must. Why else would he bring me cock to swallow all day? I love swallowing cock all day. Who wouldn’t?

They’ve been roommates for ages. Really good friends, but never sexual partners. Their closest friends have seen it, tho. The way they look at each other, they just needed a little extra something … I’m just a photographer, but I see this in people, too. One of their friends hired me, explained the platonic situation and the gift of a photo session. I accepted and provided a small pouch of holiday sweets to be given to the pair of friends. Often, the pair never come in for their photos, because they’ve already been picked up in a Company van and taken to the stables. When they do arrive for their photos, having not tried the sweets, I provide them many alternatives prior to escorting them to their private booth. A photo session ensues, but one which does its best to get the unwitting pair out of their clothes and into each other. Layers are removed, but there is no space to change clothes when alternative outfits are suggested. They change into new clothes, by then needing the slightest encouragement; after which they are told to remove the clothes and they obey to their nudity to continue photos. They obey directives like a cock in a mouth and then the receiver loses control as he takes control and his friend lets him fuck.

The pair put a few loads on or in each other before the Company van arrives.

Getting ready for Christmas

He agreed to join his boss for some extra work over the weekend. He wasn’t so sure about it when he arrived and learned they were going out to sea, but it did seem exciting — and if his boss was the reason they didn’t get any work done…

But then someone managed to leave all the luggage at the dock when they set sail, so that evening, no one had clothes to change into after a quick bath in the water. It didn’t help when an idiot managed to knock the worn clothes overboard and sink them. He was incredulous, but everyone else was amused, so he relaxed. Turned out there were some shorts a few of them could wear, but it meant several of the guys were stark naked. And they left the land behind, still on their way out to the open. What were clothes, anyway? They had what they needed, didn’t they? … didn’t they?

That night, not only were a bunch of guys sitting around naked, but the ones that had shorts had been choosing to discard them, so basically everyone was naked… except him. He just couldn’t pass that line. He wore the shorts they had extra, but he did wish he could change. The men, though. They amused themselves sending the last clothes the way of all the others! Gone! His shorts were the only ones left, at all! … and as they hung about the boat, some of the guys were getting really close, and a few of them were actually no longer chatting… because their mouths were working a limp shaft … hard shafts… men started kissing, too. He didn’t know what to do, but he stayed relaxed. Then, a man came up to him to start kissing. He didn’t really have time to think of a more involved denial and found him lips to lips with a guy. It felt good, but…

The man kissing him pulled him sideways, so he rolled around onto his stomach. As he did, he didn’t even notice it as another guy deftly pulled at his shorts as he turned and once he was on his stomach, they were pulled off his ankles. That part, he noticed, he tried to turn, but a firm hand gripped the top of his head and turned him back forward, easily filling his opened mouth with a hardened cock. His breath caught on the blockage, but it quickly eased back, tho not leaving his mouth. He was going to try and ask a question, properly, but then the grip tightened and the hand and cock pulled together with his head between them. He could tell someone was already playing with his ass, but he started to notice. He felt unsure why he didn’t try harder to refuse, as if something in him wanted … … He tried to push back against the cock entering his throat and swallowed.

Their Commanding Officer sussed them out right away. Sure, he used the Company Tools now and again, if necessary, but he liked finding them. The men that would slowly bend under pressure until you filled their holes with the raging libidos of their fellow officers. Taking care of subordinates was more than feeding them and giving them shelter. They needed more than food and rest for clarity. They needed release. Well, all but the ones who became that release. Over the course of time, their C.O. bends the boy down, training the others in the ways to reinforce his own conditioning. His mind is ever turned to phallus and he is reminded to swallow. So when his peers turn to him with their cocks erect, he opens his mouth and falls to his knees.

By http://gdboone.deviantart.com/

Sitting there, staring at all the men he’d seduced into this place, he watched for his own pleasure and for just the moment to send in his pet. His pet would give them a fucking they would really have to learn to love.

Once they were all stuffed with his pet's demon seed, they'd be ready to stuff him. They'd stuff him until they died, of course. Then his father would take them and he would be off with his pet to seduce another group of dick-hating, delicious assholes. His father... well, his father could never get enough of their broken-of-pussy, fucked-into-dick-loving souls.

After every swig, he feels the temperature rise and he pulls the zipper down just a bit more. Ever since Dave mentioned how the heat made him want to remove a layer, George felt he thought the same way. George was fumbling with the zipper by the time it was all the way down and Dave helped him make that final separation; not just of the zipper at the base of the shirt, but of his resistance to whatever Dave suggested.

Dave easily switched right to the zipper at Geroge’s pants and helped him out of those, too. At the same time, Dave switched George’s drink. Next, he was drinking the one that would leave him thinking that there was something he wanted that he just wasn’t getting. Then George would be ready for the rest of the guys. Dave and the guys would give him what he wanted; what he now wanted; what he’d be wanting for the rest of his days: cock. Cum. Cock and then cum.

George wanted cock. So when the rest of the guys came in completely naked and all staring at him, Geroge was suddenly very happy. He didn’t smile, though, not in the normal way. George’s new smile was an open mouth. George got plenty of what he wanted from then on. He swallowed cock and drank cum until all the guys stopped giving it to him. Then, he fell asleep between Dave’s legs; his tired body mostly asleep, his mouth suckling Dave’s temporarily limp cock.

Dave had a new sex toy. He was most pleased with it.

He joined this meeting, because he thought his expertise was crucial to negotiation

He wasn’t aware he had been Targeted

Repeatedly, he was easily convinced to relax, remove his clothes, and let the two men stretch him open

They cum in him and he thinks he’s finished obeying

But when their cocks leave him empty, he gets on his knees to have them fill him up again

That twinkle in his eye... He's ready to be brought in. Our hook, who's been chatting with him and suggested that aromatic body oil from that website will soon be in his room, tying him up with the saturated bindings and guiding him out to the car. The hook will probably fuck one of his holes, they usually do. It can only help the process, really. Soon he'll be taking it in as many holes as he can.

Moving

It’ll be a work in progress, again, but it will become another library in time.

Look for me @WarpHisMind as Desktop101.

One, at first, soon the familiar family that are these, just like last time.