He Tried To Squirm, But We Were Too Sweaty For Him. My Grip Held And There Was Nothing He Could Do About

I had never considered it before, but I was out for a night walk and passed this guy. We crossed paths in the light of a neon sign and he gave me a look. I stopped and stood there for just a moment. Immediately, he took me inside, strapped me down and stuffed me with so much I don’t even know how many. When they finally finished, I was sad. Eventually I fell asleep and was so happy to wake up to a couple guys stuffing me, again. It all happened that quickly, too. Just one day and I never wanted to go back. The best part was that even weeks later, they showed no sign of wanting me to leave. Not that I really knew who "they" were. Whoever "they" were, they were always finding more to stuff me.

I never saw this coming. I always went for older guys. I liked the ones that weren’t so bald, but then this one sprayed me at the mall, just trying to sell a fragrance. I was annoyed at first lol especially when he sprayed me a couple more times just as I tried to breathe again. Every spritz pissed me off even more, but then I realized who I was looking at. He was younger than I think I was interested in — and he certainly was more bald than I like. I could tell, because of that shirt he had on. I’m surprised the mall let him work in such a revealing outfit. But when I recognized this was the man I’m going to adore indefinitely, all that anger I felt over having some strange smell sprayed in my face had nothing to do with how much I was drooling to have a kiss from this man. I could tell he knew what I was feeling, because he smiled and beckoned me to follow. I never even noticed there was no kiosk. He had just been walking the path, looking for a Target.

I followed him home and threw away all my possessions, just like he asked. He threw my clothes and my jewelry into a separate bag and set it aside. He texted for a few minutes and made a phone call while I kept close to him. He grabbed my junk to tug on my loose shaft a couple times while he was thinking. I couldn’t understand what he was saying. I only heard words like “fuck him” and “horny”. I followed him to the bathroom where he stripped and let me see him naked, finally. I obeyed and did not touch him and he flexed and dangled himself inches from my face… and then we got in his shower together and he made sure we were all cleaned for tonight.

Then they started to arrive. The men he texted weren’t the only ones. They had friends, too. They all came in knowing one thing: I was inside and you could dump your load in whichever hole you could get your dick in. I wasn’t used to that, but I learned quickly. I mean, ever since I followed him home, I’ve been … yearning … to have … him … inside me … somehow… and when I saw his cock, I realized that was it. Every cock that pushed my holes open, I did my best to let him in me. The choking eventually stopped and I just gagged once in a while. Thick slimy spit was leaking from my face hole, letting every man rod slide so deep in my throat so fast. Bubbles of slime and cock shaft all flowing from my mouth as men fucked my rear hole without even caring what else was going on.

I got rest when the men stopped cumming, but couldn’t sleep without my lips around master’s penis. That’s the only way I knew his morning wood would go where it deserved, inside me. So happy to be broken of sleep by the thrusting of his cock to the back of my throat, and I started swallowing, him deep throat fucking my face to get us started for the day. A guy in my ass by the time he’s done feeding me my first load. Always another guy by the time the guy in the back is done and breeds me.

At my favourite club wierd things started to happen. One night my best friend, Jack disappeared for almost an hour, and when he came back his clothes were gone, he was half naked and he only wore red gym shorts. I tried to talk with him, but it seemed that he had been drugged. He didn’t recognise me, instead he asked me to look in his eyes and he told me that he wants me as his cocksucer mate. It was wierd. Like his eyes were glowing as I stared at him. I felt dizzy. My mouth ran dry and the thought started to arouse me that I may wrap my lips around his cock. But… Wait a minute… I’m not gay, and he is my best friend. I can’t do that. I snapped out, and ran away. He didn’t come after me, instead he turned to the guy behind him, and talked with him. Probably he told him the same, because in a minute the guy kneeled before him, and started to kiss Jack’s cock through his silky shorts. Insane… At the middle of the club… Something was really wrong. They headed to the toilet. I followed them, and pushed my ears to the door. I heard moans from the room, and Jack was speaking. Something monotonous. Something about surrender. Something about getting more recruits. Something about receiving Masters power by swallowing something. Geez, I hope they are not doing what I was thinking of… I rushed back to the bar, as I heard that they are about coming out. I saw Jack exiting the room first with a half hard cock under his red shorts, then the guy followed him, half naked, wearing similar shorts. They started to discuss with two other guys. I had enough. I was threatened by what happened. It’s like a horror movie or an invasion. I had to go home.

At night I got no sleep. All I could think was Jakes glowing eyes, and what I felt. It’s strange, but I still got hard if I thought about kissing his bulge through his shorts. I could feel the hardness of his cock while the fabric is stroking my lips. I started to fantasise. I imagined the situation when I didn’t run away and kept staring in his mesmerizing eyes. I saw myself in the toilet as I kiss and luck his cock while it’s hard enough to fuck me. I saw myself exposing my hole to Jake to penetration, while my mind became foggier and foggier. What should they swallow to gain power? Who is their Master? How would he look like? What is his purpose? There were so many questions I couldn’t cum. I need to find out. I got dressed and got back to the club. When I entered I saw more than 20 guys wearing only those red satin shorts. The girls already left the club. When I looked around almost everybody had his red shorted mate. Some of them were worshipping their cocks to make it hard. Some of them were fucked by their shiny shorts invader. I was stunned and frightened, but my curiosity kept me in. I wanted to walk further, but Jack and three other guys stepped in front of me.

"He said you will come back. The spell on you was stong enough to plant the seed of submission in your head. But He said you are dangerous yo be given powers. Nobody should snap out of our binding. Therefore you will be given another role. We are all Masters slave, and soon you will be a slave too. But you will be degraded. You will be the slave of the top four slaves. The first ones. You will worship them… You will be their asslicker fagott with no will of your own. You will be their human toilet if they decide so. Because they are the most powerful ones. The favourites of Master. The ones who got part of their free will back."

I couldn’t say a word. All four were staring at me. No matter where I looked, they were everywhere. I knew it makes no sense to fight. I have to surrender to them, and accept my place as the slave of the four shiny shorts god. I dropped on my knees. They stood in a circle around me, all of them looking down at me, hypnotizing me at once. Because this was hypnosis, the most powerful one. I looked up to Jake and said:

"I’m sorry that I ran away I wasn’t ready. Now I am. Please forgive me Master. " I almost cried when I reached for his shorts to kiss his bulge. He accepted my apology and grabbed my head to control me. He pulled my head into his crotch so I couldn’t feel anything but him. His hard cock… The intoxicating scent of cum in the shorts. I was in heaven. Then he turned me to the other boys crotch and made me kiss them.

"You are not only my slave, but theirs also. You need to please and love them just as much as me."

I started to kiss the bulge of the guy whom Jake first captured. He looked down on me with an evil grin on his face, spat on me, and said:

"You are ours, fagott!"

I thanked the spit and kept worshipping his cock like I’ve been doing this in my entire life.

We were just roommates, best buds…. Until the day we became a little more than that.

We had almost jerked off together, once, but we got distracted. We got over each other’s nudity a long time ago — so many days at the gym together; showering opposite each other while bullshitting and not tugging the curtains between us. We had cuddled to sleep more than once, too, but never a boner about it. Just good close rest with my man.

The day it changed, he fell on top of me. It was the first time I’d had him that close while we were both naked. There was something… electric in his touch… and I felt it everywhere. I was immediately high on him. I could tell he felt something, too, because of how he was touching me, how he was breathing. When he moved a hand to better prop himself up, his hand only gently released pressure on my bicep but then caressed his way up my shoulder, along my collar bone, around my throat and under my jaw. His palm cupped my ear as his thumb brazed my lips. His legs were shifting, but so were mine, now. By the time his hand reached the crown of my head, he had brought his legs up underneath and I had lifted mine out of the way.

He was mounting me and I was presenting my virgin hole to him. His face closed in on mine at the same time I felt his bouncing cock poking me in the wrong places as he learned where to aim. When our faces met, our lips pressed into each other and our breath was noisy through our nostrils. I felt his cock touch a place I had never been touched before. We were both great with women, we both knew how this part went. Either you found the spot or you didn’t and the mood turned; but I helped him find it as best I could. I could tell he was dripping pre, because everywhere he touched felt colder. When he was finally there, I knew he would be slippery, so I did my best to let him in. I was nervous. I could tell he was, too, so I closed my legs behind his, pressing the back of my ankles into his thighs, gripping his arm and reaching my own hand up to his face.

When he began to enter, we both gasped. I couldn’t believe … my best bud… I had my best bud inside me and I wanted more. It was strained as he pushed. It still hurt a little, but I was already hooked. We had friends; we knew how this went. All I had to d was want it and I … wanted him so bad. He carefully worked himself back and forth so he knew he was slippery and pressed himself just a little bit further in with each return. It was gradual, but those little movements back and forth became his thrusts. Neither of us quite knew when it happened, but he was thrusting and I was pulling him in. My forearm had curled around his head, holding every part of him to me. The more energetic he got, the more I begged him to keep going, tugging him into me. We were moaning into each other, but he began to whisper things, like how hot it was for me to pull him back inside me, how good my hole was, and how much more he wanted to fuck me. I started answering him. Telling how how it was to have him on top of me, to have him shaking as he thrust, to feel with the inside of my body how hard and horny he was.

He tried to warn me, but I stopped him with a hand across his mouth for a moment. He tried to warn me again and I stopped him with a wet kiss, begging him with my tongue not to stop. His tongue answered inside my mouth and then he cried out, at first directly into my mouth and I swallowed his orgasmic screams as his first squirts shot into my guts. I was surprised I could feel it, his sperm ejecting from his penis and spraying my inner walls. His thrusting rhythm ended and he just pumped. I could feel his flexing cock stretching me as he swelled with each squirt. It was the most unexpected ecstasy and brought me over my edge. Just before his orgasm ended, I began shooting between us. Suddenly great streams of man cum spraying between us, but mostly all over me. My belly, my chest, my chin, the linen over my shoulder; cum everywhere as the silence settled and there was now nothing in the world but our bodies and our breathing. As our orgasms faded and we caught our breath, we looked at each other. No words, just gazing for a moment. And then he rested, letting himself come down on top of me, creating a cum sandwich with our chests. He still wasn’t removing himself. Instead, his hard cock continued to flex every few seconds, staying inside me… and I thought … where he belonged.

We napped from that. Both of us content with my cum drying and his cock still firmly wedged inside me. He wasn’t pulling his hips away and I wasn’t pushing him. In fact, I wrapped my legs around his anew, so he couldn’t move. His arm moved so my hand on his tricep finally met his hand and our fingers intertwined and we closed our eyes and slept. We were never in separate beds again.

It was about the third day when the fog first rolled in. It started in the early morning. They awoke to it just beginning to thicken. The breeze pushed warm air through their tent as they both got dressed. Not long after they started to wander, though, the fog getting thicker by the minute, they both felt a persistent urge to grab one another and pull on their clothes. It was as if distance was painful, so they needed to be as close as possible.

But as the clothes came off and their tongues began to yearn as much as their fingers, they both began to recognize that it wasn't enough. They didn't need to think about how to get closer, though. They were already hard and poking into each other. They melted to the ground and swallowed each other and sucked and slurped and pumped and fucked each other until they came in and all over each other's mouths and faces. Not thinking of anything else, they immediately did it again.

And again.

And again...

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.

I caught him jogging a couple of times. I was restrained and he was nice about it, but I told him how sexy he was. I made sure we saw each other the next few days. Then, I asked if I could take a photo. The photo used the flashing. As soon as I took the photo, I told him I’d see him every day. I was told that’s how the hypnosis sticks. He’ll be here every day, now, whether he wanted to or not. I only needed one more. It was the day after that I gave him a dose of the Tools. I gave him the Tools and I told him, explicitly, any time he jerks off or has sex for the next two days, he must not cum. I wanted him as horny as possible when I finally told him to follow me home. Three days later, when he met me for the daily picture and new directives, he was erect in his pants. I told him what a good boy he was. Three more days, he met me with a full chub and then I gave him the last order. For him to leave everything of his old life behind, because he was going to follow me home.

That final day, he arrived without his watch, but he still had shorts on. I told him to remove them and drop them in the nearby bin and then to get in the vehicle with me.

He applied for a job at the Company; but instead of working inside the building, they sent him home with some equipment to test for them.

All he had to do was set up the stand and take the first photo.

The flashing and the subliminal audio, combined with the Tools he absorbed through the wrapping — the device took a series of photos as the man stripped himself of his clothes, stood there naked for a few moments and then said just one word: “cock”.

At which point, the van left the building to pick up the new Product.

It’s a boy’s duty to please his daddy whenever he’s told.

He pressed the button and smiled at you as you began undressing, behaving almost as if someone had actually spoken the command. But, no. It was in each musical selection he played.

He said “watch this” and pressed the button. As the music began, you slipped off your shoes. He pressed the button. You got undressed. He pressed the button. You undressed him. He pressed the button. You swallowed his cock. He let this track play for a while.