You Stand There, Stunned.

You weren’t sure why you believed him. You knew he was buttering you up for a blow job. Either way, it didn’t matter. You don’t even know when the two of you got undressed, but you swallowed a load right there in the grass. His face looked great. The grass was vibrant. His chest was beautiful. His cum was delicious. Hovering over him, you forgot about everything else and became his sexual slave.

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.

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.

I like to have pleasurable things to look at. Working with the company, I’ve been able to improve my decorations considerably. Now, I have a toy waiting for my desires in almost every room. It’s getting to where I have enough of them to engage in some … relaxing … whenever I like. This one is my favorite, though. He takes my cock very well. I like watching his hard cock bounce on his stomach as I fuck him. So big and … If I’m not careful, I’ll do something stupid, like … Ohh, his cock would feel so good in my mouth. I bet I could swallow the whole thing if I tried… I’ll bet my independence. In fact, I’ll have him shove his beautiful, hot erection down my throat while I fuck one of my other toys. He’s so well trained, I bet he could fuck my face for days. To swallow that rod of his, and the juices it can spew… I might lose my will to that cock, but it would be worth it.

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 agreed to take part in a promotion, but he didn’t expect … to let himself … to be accosted by a man in the … surprised to be suddenly pressed against the wall, but not feel any sudden urge to retaliate… he let himself be thrown into the wall by the other figure… who gyrated into him, tweaked his nipples and raised his shirt and rubbed his torso and even licked his nipples… and he let it happen. Just as suddenly, the man stopped and departed. No words, just immediate and unannounced withdrawal… and he couldn’t move. The sensations still reverberated through his mind. The strength, the domination, the masculinity, the manhood…

Still leaning into the wall and flexing muscles in bliss, another man entered and found him… and then took things a step further…

Hey! 🐻🥵🥵🍞

His body, the way he looks at me… I’m always loose for him. I wake up and look at him, he looks at me and I sit on his morning wood. It’s our favorite way to be: me on top of him and him inside me.

Because he cold called people for a living, Scott called a lot of people, but was rarely called himself. So when he got a call from a customer complaining about all the cold calls he was about to hang up but  found that the guy had a really  attractive voice. It was nice and relaxing to listen to and he found himself indulging the man by listening to what he had to say.

He suddenly realised he had dozed off and, checking the clock, saw that the man on the phone had been talking to him for over an hour.

He appologised  to the man, surprising himself with how much he meant it, and then foundhimself booking into a ceminar on cold calling the man had recomended. When the booking form asked who had recomended it he simply typed ‘Sir’ without thinking about it. There were sure to be  other cold callers there, he wondered if Sir himself would be  there.

He sat there in his chair, wondering if he should give up the cold calling job, not noticing that his shirt was unbuttoned and his hairy chest muscles exposed. And if he felt the soggy mess he had made in his underwear he dismissed it as a sign of how manly he was.

All day, he can’t quite understand why, but he’s been taking his clothes off. He doesn’t consider the food, so doesn’t have any inkling that it was actually his son. He’s been hard on his son, but he trusted his son was learning the right lessons. Unfortunately, his son quite disagreed with the method and decided he was better off a mindless hole for cock.

To that end, his morning coffee contained a powerful and irreversible set of doses. On his own, at random, he simply obeyed an unspoken urge to be completely naked. He then suffered his son’s taunting as he devoted all his time to waiting on him. He laid at his son’s feet and waited at his son’s side, but feeling more and more to show his love to his son’s midsection, to find his son’s manhood, to open his mouth and adore his son’s manhood, to impale his own head on his son’s cock until he’s choking on semen — but his son never fucks.

No, he must do all the work as he discovers his new mission: to bring his son pleasure through the worship of his cock. To obey his son when told to stay in place as another man uses his hole and cums. Another man enters and cums in him and still he waits for his son’s next order. Several more cocks use his now accustomed hole before finally: his son approaches his face, gripping his head and inserting his cock, feeling his depth in his throat until pressing them together — and then began fucking. His son started fucking his throat and it made him so happy to finally be used by his virile son

I’m telling you, you’re sexy. Look in mirror, see that? Open shirt. Good. See, sexy? Take off shirt, open pants, good boi. Better, right? Remove pants, and enjoy yourself. Nice erect cock, good boi. Sexy fuck. Now, suck my cock you sexy slave fuck. Good boi. Good cock-boi, good.