The Last Thing He Did Deliberately Was Enter The Building. The Receptionist Apologized For Blindsiding

Reblog if you’re the gay sibling.

"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.

Jon climbed down and started stripping. I really wish I could remember what bush’s berries he ate. I’d love to take some home for the rest of the guys…

He was restraining himself, but he was ready to punch somebody. He had no idea how many people were in on the apparent prank. Hired to help with some moving, the whole affair was simple, but dirty. He’d been made aware of that, going in, so had brought the recommended change of clothing. After the work was done and he was given the opportunity to wash off and change, he returned to an anteroom only to find his bag missing. After drying himself of the shower water, he took steps to get his things back. There had been a group of men with him and he believed it was their mischief. One hand dedicated to his modesty, he left the changing room to try and chase down the other boys. They were committed, though, and he was forced to excuse himself politely, multiple times to multiple people. They, of course, didn’t mind, but he had a hard time noticing things. Everyone was watching as this man took step after step toward being the toy for the auction. Most people knew not to exchange fluids with him for at the very least, several days, but there could be lots of gloved petting and making him swallow things before deciding to bid.

The man was running openly about the room, already. Both hands dedicated to his balance and not one thought to hide his own penis, anymore. They understood the Tools from his tainted shower, would be causing him to forget everything but the most immediate. This is why Targets are often bound and forced to watch screens with carefully chosen imagery. This was precision reprogramming, but exercises like the one playing out at the event, showed how easy it was for his mind to lose things and how quickly the Tools caused him to think of penis. The boys he was chasing had begun discarding clothing items. Some of them were tossed at him and he batted those away as he chased them still. The Clients all watched as the naked man continued chasing the group of Hooks, the boys, who were now naked and showing off as they dodged him. Finally, they let him catch up and the entire group became a pile of men in the middle of the floor. He wrestled with one until he’d pinned them and tried to speak, but everyone saw the confused look when he couldn’t finish the demand. “Caught you! Now, give me …” His grip sustained, but his brow furrowed. Two men assumed position in front and behind him, for the final push to penis. “Give me…” he said, quieter.

The man behind him pressed up to his backside, a long penis rising around his cheeks and resting on his back. “Give you this?” “Or this?” The man in front had grabbed his head and drawn close, another long penis down his cheek. The two men each focused on their task and he was pulled back and forth between them. Spit and pre was being wiped up his ass crack and the tip of a penis was already pushing his jaw open. He wasn’t ready for it, but he didn’t know how to stop. The penis now completely filling his mouth and still entering, the penis at his ass pushed his other sphincter wide. He tried to gasp, but his mouth was full of cock, so he only sucked the cock further in, unable to swallow just yet, but already drooling around the shaft, making the penis wet enough to slide; and as the cocks slid in him, he forgot ever not having cock in him and began caressing the men around him, finding other cocks and jerking them was the only thing he could still do on his own, because the two cocks filling his holes had no need for his attention. They just were. He was full of cock. He was full of cock and he wanted … more.

"Well, I don’t normally drink, but since you went to the trouble. Thanks for inviting me over, by the way. It has been very relaxing to get away from town. Suddenly I feel like getting these shorts off. You don’t mind?"

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.

"They get you in your sleep," he warned. "They hit you with something that knocks you much deeper than merely asleep and take you to their farm. For as long as they like (and probably for the rest of your life) they milk you for cum. Machines stimulate you and milk you nonstop, even when you’re sleeping. They just keep pumping you for load after load. Hell knows when or how they feed you, but you never move." It all sounded far fetched. "Hang on," I said to him, "how do you even know what they do with you when they kidnap you?" "I don’t. This is a dream. They picked you up a long time ago. You won’t care about leaving when you wake up, though. It feels too good. It’s bliss and they just give it to you."

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.

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.

He's been coming over to my house to "hang out" for many months now. All the while, I have been upping his dose of the drug. More and more he becomes docile. He apologizes for a foggy mind and I put him at ease, allowing him to remain in company anyway. Each day, he faithfully returns and I give him another dose.

He arrives, I dose him, I have him remove his clothes. He is not yet retrained enough to get completely naked, but he's too far gone to stop his training now.

I can't wait to have him standing around, perpetually erect. He's so fucking sexy.