Monitization

He asks if he can shower. It’s been a long day of physical labor, moving all those boxes. I’m so glad he responded to the job listing. I’ve been giving him glasses of cool water to relieve the heat.

While he’s in the shower, I casually enter and suggest he open the door. He’s been drinking the water I gave him and now he’s bathing in the shower I told him to use. He opens the door, I snap a few photos.

The next suggestion involves the guy from yesterday who came to move the boxes. There’s really nothing special about the boxes. They’re just heavy. The boxes exhaust them; the water relaxes them; the shower makes them mine.

They never quite recognize they're doing it, but he's pushing his last remaining connection to his old life right off all on his own.

“Wait a second… tell me again how this was going to help you clean up the garage?”

The thrusting, now quick jabs back inside, continued.

“I don’t want you to think about that.”

“You don’t want me to think a—“

“All I want you to think about is my cock.”

“Your cock.”

“That’s right, boy, think about my cock.

Ramming. Jabbing. Piston fucking.

A moan. “Think about your cock.” “Cock” makes an open mouth and he never quite stays the word,just moaning the rising lust.

“Attaboy, open up for me.”

“Think only about cock…”

The words drifted in the air. He didn’t even really understand. He did for a moment, but by the time he said the words, the only thing in his head was the cock in his ass.

“You’re mine, now. You’re my boy.”

“I’m your boy.”

“You are for my cock.”

“I am for cock.”

“Good boy.”

They were once friends, but for some men, the Tools are irresistible.

They usually also aren’t careful with the Tools, and we add them both to our stables.

“For my cock. For my cock. For my cock.”

He’s repeating it as he continues to rape his former friend.

His former friend is no longer unwilling, happily swallowing the cock he was reprogrammed for, using whichever hole he tries to enter.

“For my cock. For my cock…” He no longer means the words. The only one he knows anymore is “cock” as he cums and rests and grabs his friend again and fucks him some more.

The men who arrive in the morning, to pick them up, place a gag in front of his mouth, just big enough to fill his mouth, widen his jaw and flatten his tongue. He stops trying to speak and they both accept the physical directions of the men in suits. When he arrives, naked men happily remove his gag and replace it with the real thing. He has no idea he wasn’t doing this yesterday and gladly swallows cock for the first time, as other men begin to train his ass.

Not long from now, their clothes will start coming off. First, they’ll think they’re tired and sleepy. They’ll snuggle each other in ways they never imagined. Idly unbuttoning each other’s pants, looking for a softer, plumper bit to lie on. The crook of a man’a crotch is just too inviting. Just like sucking a thumb, they’ll drift off with hardening cock in their mouths. Then, we wake them up for the party we’ve been waiting to have.

He’s been attending the gym for several months; but it wasn’t until last week that he was approached about a collaboration on tracking development. He downloaded an app to connect with the gym employees, to take selfies on a regular basis. He, of course, believes the development they’re tracking are physical, but what they’re actually observing are his mental developments. At first, he only takes shirtless selfies at the end of his routine, but he’s soon taking his shirt off more often and taking more frequent selfies. Then, while previously only casually concerned with lower body, he begins training and photo’ing that too. His loose underwear give way in later photos to tighter and more colorful garments that hug his package, providing detail - until all his selfies are taken while he’s naked. He’s also been encouraged toward different parts of the gym, where there are other men, but where he can also forget to put on clothes and perform his workouts in the nude.

Other gym members approach him for spots. He agrees, although the spots he receives are very different than the ones he gives. As he is bent over, curling a bicep, the man standing behind him licks his exposed asshole, jerks his exposed cock. When he is on his back, the spotter helps his head hang from the bench and feeds him his cock. Soon, when he spots, he is putting his own mouth on their cock, having learned from them that his holes should stay busy. Over a span of days, it is less and less often about spotting and more and more taking turns for cock. He gets sweaty and tired in position after position, learning to be loose and take any man’s cock at any time.

His mind is already gone by the time he’s shown his new positions. He no longer leaves the gym. He rests where they tell him and otherwise takes his place in slings and on benches where cocks can help themselves to his holes and he slurps up everything he can.

He tried to stay angry. He tried to stay opposed to the idea. They were moaning so loud, though. Julio couldn’t help but glance at the screen now and again. The sound of the video had all of his attention. Those guys just… those moans as they stimulated their junk… A gasp, a voiceless and breathy exhale. 

A groan that was actually his. The sounds of hot sex. He wanted to stimulate his junk. The thought of using his hand for a minute to rub one out was starting to feel like a really good idea. Nothing but naked hairy men on the screen, though. He kept pulling his eyes away from the video, but that sound… not just heavy breathing… and his hand rubbing at his crotch… Oh, to slide all the way down on it. He looked at the screen again. There was a big hard cock filling the frame. His junk was that hard. His junk was aching in his jeans.

He looked down at his bulge, the long log a mound in the fabric. He firmly and slowly was rubbing it with his flat open palm. He was getting hot; actually really hot. He suddenly noticed how uncomfortable he was and pulled off his sweatshirt. He was kind of sloppy about it, though, and took his shirt off with it. Now bare-chested, his hands were rubbing themselves all over. It felt so good. He looked at the video. His hands on his chest, his thighs, his bulging… The men on screen were moaning, grinding, cock and sweat rubbing… He closed his eyes. A bulging cock. He opened his eyes again.

There was a bulging cock in his face. His junk was so hard and aching. Why was he still wearing his pants? He wanted… He wanted to be holding his junk. He definitely wanted to rub one out. There was cock in his face. His hands made to grab at his junk, but they found other cock first. He felt his pants coming off. He turned his head, trying not to look at the video. There was a cock in his face. Masturbating cock. There was another hard cock squishing its head into his cheek. He just wanted to…

His groin was on fire and there was cock in his face. Cock pressing the sides of his face. He wanted his… Mouth on cock always felt fucking fantastic. Hard, yearning, aching cock, filling his vision and poking him all over. He wanted his cock… Julio opened his lips for the cock in his face. He wanted this cock. He pressed his lips around the tip and licked the opening. He could feel it on his junk. The taste of flesh so sweet. The light touch on his junk was excruciatingly teasing. He opened his mouth, pulling his jaw wider and savoring a mouthful of sweet flesh cock. The feel of it was amazing.

There was so much cock. His mouth worked, his hands worked; cock. It was warm and good. There was still more of the cock that was in his mouth… The groin that sprouted it was still inches away from his nose. He prepared to swallow the sweet flesh in his mouth and pushed more of it in. His cock was enveloped. The sliding felt so good. He pulled the cock back out of his mouth, licking it until he felt the slit at the end again. There was a sweet nectar coming from there. He slurped it and licked and pushed the cock in again, sliding… 

The cocks in his hands were slippery, too, sliding… Sliding over his balls and between his legs. Everything was cock and slippery. Sliding between his butt cheeks. Sliding down his throat, engulfing cock. Swallowing his junk, engulfing it to the base. Slipping into his ass, the cock goes all the way in. Everywhere it can, slippery wet precum cock slides all the way down. The hot heavy sweating moaning blazing fire was burning, burning pleasure out of control and into bliss.

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

It was very clear when you signed up to live in this dorm: everyone cleans up their own mess. You only get so many chances. If someone comes after you and there’s a mess in the way, you could get removed.

It wasn’t about sex, at first. Except, you didn’t really remember that, anymore. You just remembered this is what you agreed to. You lived here, you were fed, you were taken care of, and you were filled with the cum of every other resident — only you never really knew just how many roommates there were to a room… or how many rooms there were… It was hard to think about. The easy thing to think about was how much you preferred swallowing cock than sitting on it. Most cum always leaked out and you had to lick it up, anyway - but any chance at all to love your brothers’ cock was bliss.

You sat around, sometimes, while the guys were all at class. They took you to the park, sometimes, but the times when everyone’s classes left you alone … you almost remembered your classes; the ones you dropped, because you loved cock and you wanted to be there for your brothers. You agreed to it, of course. It was important for everyone to be responsible for their own mess. … then there was that day, one of the guys masturbated. Everyone said it once in a while, how they hadn’t been laid recently; but one of your brothers just got worse and worse, until one day, he announced he was just going to masturbate. The guys that were home … didn’t really mind. You all understood.

But then he came all over the floor and had to clean it up. He licked up some of it, because an older brother told him protein like that really shouldn’t go to waste. Everyone cleans up their own messes. The brothers were okay, as long as he didn’t leave it behind. He did that for a few days, too. Then came the time you were sitting next to him when he masturbated. He turned to you, the rookie, and begged you to help out an older brother. You agreed and jerked him off. You jerked him off as his breathing quickened and his muscles flexed and he ejaculated. Cum streaming out of his cock, as per usual, only it all landed on you. You kept jerking his cock as stream after stream erupted and left globs and ribbons on your arms and shirt. You kept jerking his cock until his muscles finally relaxed and his orgasm was over.

Then, it was one of the other brothers who told you to clean up the mess you made, jerking him off. You began licking it up, where you could. You raised your shirt, so you could suck it out of the cloth. Was this really the first time? How long had this gone on? You didn’t know. You just remembered you agreed to it. So when more of your brothers began to jerk off in the common room, you helped them, they came on you and you licked it up. It was you who said they should just stick it down your throat, directly. Not a drop of protein to waste and it was hard to get the cum out of the carpet, no matter how much you licked at the spot.

This was no fellatio, though. You were not the one in control of the cock entering you. This was pure irrumatio. Your mouth stayed open for any brother … or any cock … that needed his release. There were brothers, tho, that preferred your asshole. They liked the feel of it. They liked the positions for fucking you. It all went in your hole, of course. The brothers never made a mess of their own cum. When it leaked, you had to lick it up, so you … your love was for swallowing cock. Glock, glock, glock was the sound when the brothers had you nice and opened up for the day. You slimed all over the place, but nobody paid attention to that part. You failed to pay attention to that part, you just made sure the cum went back in you.

When you slept, the brothers cleaned up their part of the mess. You slept wherever a brother had you sleep. Sometimes just dozing on a sofa, often times cuddling one of your brothers. They didn’t sleep naked, though; only you did that. Your belongings were traded and sold. Your clothes, a thing of the past. You loved it here with your brothers. You were happy every time one of them came through the door. You were a good boy. You didn’t talk as much. You knew your brothers by their smell as much as by their name, but you never spoke of either. You had forgotten your own name. You responded to “hear boi”, but you knew that “cum dump” was you, because you are for cock.

He’s nervous. A team full of potential additions to our collection, but he’s the one that got the pre-game cup of sports drink with the drops in. The embarrassment over his rock hard, undeniably immediate man-lust (exacerbated by the rest of his delicious team) will cause him to ask for a replacement, so he can go back to the locker room and try to take care of himself.

We have a hook waiting in the locker room. A naked, delectable hunk of hairy man who’ll be very happy to help this poor guy get his rocks off and back out on the field.

It won’t be so easy as that. After the target ejaculates, he’ll quickly find he’s still immensely eager for another fuck. As the target fucks himself into a daze, more of our hooks will join them, sexing our target into exhaustion. Exhausted and still trying to fuck, the hooks will begin fucking him. Exhausted as he will become, his holes will be easy to penetrate. The target’s own pelvis will continue to thrust; he won’t stop trying to fuck a hole until he loses consciousness. His attention will be consumed by the men that surround him and he won’t notice as they carry him to waiting transportation. Such physically active targets usually last until long after they get where we’re taking them before falling asleep; their dick in a hole, dicks in their holes.

The whole time they sleep, the hooks will not stop fucking him. By the time he rouses from that sex-dream filled slumber, the immediate drugs will have worn off, but the bliss they remember and the constant fucking from the day before will be the base for the training that begins (continues?) as soon as they wake up.

I was looking for a new doctor. I was early for my appointment and the doctor’s previous appointment was running so late, I had to wait a while before finally being able to see and talk to him about switching to him. The receptionist even brought me refreshments — which … didn’t exactly make up for the delay, but also kind of did. That’s some care and concern, that is. Finally, they let me in to see him, taking my shirt. I went into the room, nibbling on the morsel they gave me, and waited a few more moments before he got there. And then it wasn’t even him. The nurse took my vitals and my pants, telling me to hang my underwear on the hook; and then I waited a few more moments.

At long last, he came in and we talked about why I wanted him. I told him about my known issues and the women I’d slept with and that I … really … wanted him. When he sat down, he managed to keep his cock from view, but now and again, he idly ran his fingers through his hair, somewhere. I watched it slide between his fingers as he spoke. Eventually, he said he’d be willing to take me on, but there were some things I had to swallow first. I said that sounded fine and … for some reason, I got on my knees. I don’t know why, but it just … felt … the doctor called me a good boy and I stopped thinking about it.

He stood and approached, leading the way with his groin, resting his junk on my face and calling me a good boy again. I opened my mouth and panted. His heavy dick resting across my eye… made me really want … to lick it. He told me to open up and I did and he pulled his shaft down my face as my tongue dragged until his head could find my entrance. He slid his meat into my open jaw, calling me such a good boy. I was happy to do the right thing for him. He placed his hand against the back of my head when I started getting deep, his cock actually pushing down from the back of my mouth and into my throat. I coughed and gagged, but he lovingly shushed and cooed, never easing up; just steadily filling my throat with the first cock I’ve ever swallowed. Telling me how good a boy I was.

Once fully inserted, my eyes streaming tears and my chin dripping coughed up drool and mouth slime, his grip became firm on my scalp as he rocked inside me a few times. I made no attempt to stop him. I … knew … better? Eventually, he let himself out, allowing me to breathe again. He said he would definitely be taking me on and called one of his nurses in for assistance. They guided me onto the table, pulling me sideways so my … two holes were where they wanted. The doctor held my skull like a beloved item as he coaxed his huge organ into my neck again. The nurse acted independently, spitting on my hole and wiping some of the slime from my chin which I immediately felt wiped into my ass crack.

The nurse’s cock entered me the same way as the doctor: with little leeway given until complete insertion. My holes opened for their massive cocks. I was grateful he took me … used me …. Filled me… each of them in their own time, removing themselves and pushing to my depths yet again. The doctor complimented me on how well I was doing and it eased my anxiety a bit. In again and out again, both of them not caring at all about the other’s rhythm, just …. cock….

The doctor’s thrusts changed in frequency and intensity after a time. Their even and smooth in and out eventually became just jamming right in to the hilt and pulling out again straight away, to ricochet and thrust right back in. Thrusting and thrusting… I was still gagging and coughing. I wasn’t really used to this, but I think I was doing it right. Their thrusts were relentless. I lost track of time as they used me. I felt … okay about that for some reason. The doctor’s moans changed and then he erupted inside me as I started swallowing the second thing. Well, I didn’t exactly swallow it; he just had his cock down far enough, I probably wouldn’t have to… but I did. Like I was drinking, winking my other entrance in a similar way and both of them calling me a good boy.

Spent, the doctor called in another nurse, telling me how well I was doing with the exam. I would have said something in reply or properly greeted the nurse, but I was still swallowing, so I kind of waved… he finished his final thrusts and the nurse expertly filled my hole as soon as the doctor’s cock left my lips. I was glad I wouldn’t have to wait. The doctor thanked me for my patience and promised the exam would be over, soon. Then he left the two nurses to finish. I had no sense of time, anyway. I just laid there getting filled. They did make sure I was still comfortable, but they were rotating; and every time another cock erupted inside me, filling me, drowning me, with spunk, they called me a good boy as their replacement entered the room

Eventually, I was ready for rest; and the doctor returned to help me learn how to do that while two of his nurses continued to fill me. For a few moments, there was no cock in my throat as the doctor fitted me. My jaw could relax and not close on itself as the nurse’s cock returned. The doctor intoned repeatedly what a good boy I was as I drifted to sleep… i dreamed of cock. I dreamed of hugging shaft after shaft of towering penis, kissing and licking and happy, entirely unaware of the men jacking off while I was being stuffed. They ejaculated sperm all over my body as I slept, rocking to the rhythms of the two men

When I woke up, I slowly became aware of my surroundings. I was alone and naked on a small if comfortable bed in the middle of a room. I looked around, but no one was there. I had been bathed. I wasn’t sweaty at all, but cool and dry. I … started to feel panic. What had just happened to me? Where was my doctor? Where was I? What had they done after I went to sleep being filled by uncountable shafts of … cock … my hands went to my holes. I had nothing, not a brace, not even a toy inside me. My breath quickened as I got more worried.

That’s when a door opened and my doctor came in. My bed was at the perfect height that as he walked up, asking how the good boy was doing, I easily turned so his junk would enter my mouth, his balls rested on my eyes and his thighs squeezed my temples and his hair brushed my skin. He petted my chest, telling me it was alright. I swallowed, even though his cock was limp and small, barely reaching the back of my mouth; but I swallowed again. He patted and calmed me. It was reassuring, but, not as much as having his cock in my mouth — but that, not as much as having cock properly inside me. Still he reassured me.

Right up to the moment a pair of hands lifted my ankles and a cock began stretching my other entrance. It was tight and I winced, clamping my jaw a little around man’s cock. The doctor made an excited noise and I heard his voice telling good boy to be gentle while I felt his cock swelling in my cavity. I swallowed and guided his thickening flesh to my throat and as he began to block my breathing, he also began to thrust. The other cock had fully inserted, then fully exited, and was already gaining speed on the thrusts — both my holes already quite good at accepting their purpose.

I am for cock.