The First One, We Give You On The House. It's For Being So Furry And Sexy, We Just Think You Deserve

Narratives

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Hey, man, thanks for inviting me out here. I mean… For providing the drinks and the food and the boat and everything; this is awesome. I just… I feel so good. Can I… Do you mind if I take my shorts off? It’s just so great and my cock is so hard, my shorts are tight and I… I’ll just take them off and enjoy myself. Just toss ‘me away and relax. Man, thanks for these drinks are awesome. And I just love food delicious. Hard cock. Wonderful. I’ll just take hard cock in me.

It’s bigger on the inside.

In places where life evolved differently, creatures in the wild learned to prey on the instincts of others. If a male's instinct to sustain himself was not greater than his instinct to procreate, he would feed this plant until his death and further nutrients would be absorbed through the plant's roots as the collection of deceased creatures nourished the soil. Some life, however, was sentient enough to not only resist pleasure toward orgasm for the sake of food, but enough also to domesticate these plants. Many a male would keep a plant such as this in home. Many even kept the plant at bedside for very pleasant rest.

He thinks it’s a little odd that wearing headphones is now part of the uniform. He doesn’t notice the shift in clientele for the day. Neither does he think it odd as his manager stops him every few minutes and instructs him to remove another article of clothing.

“No more jackets.” “No more ties.” “No more belts.”

Billy does enjoy the tunes he gets to listen to, though he does start to get really thirsty. Luckily, the manager told them there was some water in the back they were welcome to, should that happen. Billy went to the back, found the cups laid out for them, grabbed one, downed it and turned to go back to the front. The manager stopped him and said “No more shoes.”

Billy complied.

As Billy roamed the store, asking customers if they needed help and checking items were still in their proper places, he couldn’t help but feel very positive about the way many of the men were openly watching him. It seemed they were watching him more than they were checking the merchandise.

“No more buttons.” He heard his manager say. Well, his shirt and pants both had those, so they had to go. Of course, this meant Billy had no way to carry the device that fed him the tunes, but Billy really didn’t have any need for it anymore, anyway. He handed the manager the pants, shirt and headphones and returned to his meandering. Down to socks, briefs and an A shirt, Billy found himself feeling very lithe and limber. He got thirsty, again, and returned for another cup of water.

“No more shirts.” “No more socks.” Billy heard these as he made his way to the back. He didn’t even notice they weren’t spoken by his manager, but by all those sexy men that seemed to not just watch him, but follow him around.

The manager was near the back door, so before Billy went for that second cup, he asked for a moment to talk to him. “I don’t think it’s right for me to be wearing so much.” Billy’s manager seemed to agree.

The manager smiled and said “Well, you take it off if it’s making you uncomfortable.” Right there on the spot, with no concern for all the men who’d chosen him out of all the other now nearly naked employees wandering aimlessly about the store, Billy removed the last of his clothing.

“Now,” said Billy’s manager, “no more water. I have something else for you to swallow.” Billy was led a short distance to a group of men who were all preparing their cocks for Billy. Billy was directed to sit in the middle of a circle of them. “You sit right down there and swallow as much as you like.”

Billy was thrilled. After all that walking around and doing nothing, he was finally going to be able to take some time on the job and work ever so hard on as much cock as would put itself in front of him, or beside him or behind him. Billy swallowed a lot of cock. Billy started to get tired, but he never wanted to stop swallowing cock. So much cock, so much cum spitting at him. Such bliss. Spewing cum on his face, in his mouth—Billy swallowed all he could and then some.

Eventually, Billy’s manager came back and said that was enough and it was time to close. Billy was taken to a room in the back, with all the other chosen employees. They had some time to themselves before the manager came back. They all found it irresistible, the amount of cum covering them all. They got in a good fuck and licked it all off while the manager took bids from his clients.

When the auction was ended, the manager returned to guide them all to the showers. They cleaned, they fucked some more, they were led to the room where they would sleep.

In the morning, they would be woken and delivered to their new Masters.

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Erik was trying to get his coach to give him better help than “focus on taking the other guy down” and “get on top of him” and then there was the time he swore he heard “focus on going down on the other guy”… Erik was out of it. His dick was raging hard and he couldn’t think about wrestling. He wanted to stop, but coach just thought it was nerves. “Open up and take him,” coach said as he pushed Erik back into the arena. Erik’s cock throbbed at the thought of swallowing this guy’s dick. What would happen, he wondered, if the uniform slipped during a move and his mouth just happened to envelope his opponent’s head and shaft. Their heads were in each other’s crotches all the time, anyway… Erik decided to try it. Somehow, shoving his face full of cock seemed the perfect solution to his own insistent erection. And as Erik quickly discovered, it was very easy to turn the wrestling match into sex on the matt. Erik even got to sit on that cock. He felt so much better sitting there, watching the coaches approach them. He thought the coaches weren't going to mind, but he wasn't sure if it was because the coaches were both naked or because they were both sporting raging hard-ons. When one of the coaches was close enough, he grabbed hold of those hips and jammed that cock in his face. Erik quite forgot about the wrestling, he was so busy stuffing all the cock in his holes. He was happy with cock in his holes. When they started showering him with cum, he even felt content.

I didn’t think he’d ever noticed me, but I sure noticed him.

I’ve overheard plenty, how much he hated homosexuals and what he was willing to do to them.

I figured as long as I didn’t get too close, he wouldn’t go that much out of his way to be violent.

I made sure to be on my meager lawn whenever he entered or left, so I could gaze at such eye candy.

After making my purchase from the Company, I finally was waiting for him in front of his own door.

He was ready to pummel me. That’s how I knew he’d noticed me ogling him day after day. He was ready to beat me senseless... until I sprayed the air between us, making some excuse about asthma and a new device I didn’t know how to use properly.

He didn’t give a shit. He advanced on me. I sprayed a couple more that he walked right through. I could see him inhaling some of it. I backed away and he followed, but by the time we got to the edge of the sidewalk, he had lost his impetus and had begun to give me a confused look.

I told him to smell it and sprayed again, fresh in his face. He sniffed the cloud, heavily, and just stood there. His breathing increased. I told him to follow me. I walked back next door and held my front door open for him.

He entered and stood, waiting. I told him he should probably take his clothes off and he suddenly recognized what a good idea that was. In barely a moment, he was standing naked beside a pile of useless cloth.

“These are mine,” I said, picking them up. I handed him his shirt. “Rip that up.” He did. Again with his shorts. He did. With each sock; and finally, his briefs. His sandals I told him to put in the trash. Of course, he didn’t know where that was in my house, so he just stood there - holding them, looking worried I might get angry or something.

I led him to the kitchen bin, where he breathed a sigh of relief as he disposed of all the belongings he’d carried out of his own home. Except his keys. That was the next project.

For now, he was ordered to remain in my own home, standing anywhere I could clearly see his entire form. Naked. Waiting patiently for his next command.

The fun was just beginning.

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.