He’s Been Doing Everything He Can To Please His New Boss. He’s Been Trying To Get A Job With The

"I just don’t think I’d be into it," Mike said as he and Manuel put their dishes in the sink. Mike had become friends with Manuel over the last couple years. It was a casual, no worries, see you after work for a sandwich, BS about games and work, see ya tomorrow kinda thing.

"You’ve never thought how fun it is to rub a dick on your face before swallowing it? It doesn’t sound the least bit entertaining?"

This was new.

"No, Manny, no matter how many times you say it."

"What if I mention nipples?"

Without a word, Mike reached up and tugged at the shirt Manuel had just been unbuttoning until Manuel’s nipples were exposed, just like he suddenly felt was appropriate. Mike leaned in and started sucking on one, just like it seemed should be done to a visible nipple. When Manuel started to open his pants, Mike reached down and made sure they were completely open, just as seemed usual. With open pants in front of him, Mike tugged on any underwear to make the cock visible. With any dick he can reach, it was getting rubbed all over his face. Precum was smeared in and tasted, savored and the more there was, the happier Mike became to love the cock. His pants tore when he dropped so quickly to put Manuel’s penis in his face. As the rest of Manuel’s clothes came carefully off, Mike’s suit became more and more tattered. Mike was responding appropriately to the sight of each aspect of the male body and having no care for any of his own clothing. The expensive and carefully tailored suit didn’t stand a chance against his new behavior. Mike had responded very well to the new method. We added Mike and the method to our regular repertoire.

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…

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.

In a Free Use City, there are two ways you can get promoted. You can put in the hard work by taking on extra responsibilities, going longer hours, and putting in the initiative. Or… you can sleep your way to the top. In a Free Use City, sleeping your way to the top isn’t frowned upon but instead highly encouraged. Especially by your bosses.

While everyone tries to sleep their way to the top, you’d be surprised to know that most people get promoted through hard work. Because… In a Free Use City, sleeping your way to the top is actually harder to achieve than putting in the work of the job.

When you decide to sleep your way to the top, you are heavily surveyed and judged based on your ability and skill of fucking and pleasing your bosses. The committee that makes the decision all must be pleased with your individual performances.

Even lost in the throes of pleasure, they remain focused on how well your pretty lips looked wrapped around their thick cocks, how deep you can take them down your throat, how much you can hallow your cheeks and swirl your tongue around their lengths. They count how long they can deep throat you and the amount of time it takes before your tears are dripping down to their heavy balls. Some count more tears as a positive while others consider it a negative.

The next part of the evaluation has them slowly moving down to your holes. They evaluate how turned on you got just from sucking them off. Similarly, some wanna see you leaking buckets while others wanna prep you themselves. They dip their fingers inside of you, teasing you just right. Analyzing how tight you are and how tight you can clench around them.

But they don’t take the time to stretch you. No, that would be cheating on the evaluation form. They need to know how well you can naturally take their fat cocks down your tight core. Some of them give you more points the more you arch and writhe as your body accommodates their girth while others remove points for not just taking it like a good whore.

As they finally properly fuck you, their analytical gaze never wavers. Evaluating your stamina and how quick you bring them to the brink of an orgasm. They have you ride them so they can see your entire body as you bounce on their cocks. So that they can see how deep they’re taking you, their cocks creating a nice pretty bulge in your belly with each brutal thrust. Even the way you cum around their cocks is evaluated and processed in the promotion consideration.

Very few workers meet all the requirements and surpass the points needed to fuck their way to the top. But you don’t care about the odds, you don’t even care all that much about the promotion. You just really wanna fuck all your bosses.

And you end up being the highest scored employee in the history of their company… Congratulations, you’ve just been promoted.

On some level, they think they still have autonomy. The two younger ones convinced their older friend to join them. They watch happily as their friend is inducted. They each had provided the small dose that changed their friend’s thinking enough to come along on this nude vacation. Neither of them yet understand the real change the company tools effect in men like them. They have no idea the true nature of the drugs they’ve been taking on these vacations.

Their master prefers it that way.

Once their master is satisfied they have brought all the hairy friends they have, master begins their deeper reprogramming. Now, it is their master who changes their minds to the same man lust as he has done so many before them.

Every orgy is bigger than the last.

He grabs your head. They are ready for you. You are ready for them.

You have given yourself to them. They will give their cum to you. Day in, day out, their erections will fill you with cum.

Jasper loved to be in the woods, to be surrounded by wood, to have it in him, to be moist with the morning, to be covered in juices by night. He never got enough.

Now he is unconscious, he will be stripped and tied. His first lesson in the gay sex that will come to define his very being will begin as soon as he wakes and recognizes his ass is already plugged with an inflatable dildo.

Calling all dumb jock lovers!

Hey guys, thanks for all of your support… things are getting a little busier here for me and I don’t want you to think I’m getting lazy if the posts slow down. I’m still always up for some hot roleplay though - get in touch!

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CJ

What was on the telly, some sort of sport? Lots of men breathing heavily, it sounded quite engaging. Much like rugby, a bunch of men all over each other.

He gets very curious, so he peeks around the corner. When he finds out it’s not on a screen, when he sees that maybe he could join those men all over each other, he starts to understand how much he wants to. Without really thinking about it, he starts to untie his shorts and take steps closer.