He’s Been Enjoying Access To The Gym. Making Excellent Progress, Too. Today, He Will Leave Most Of

As requested, he removed his shirt. He didn’t care if someone around him thought he was sexy, even if it was someone he wasn’t going to fuck. So the new guy had some interests and those included seeing him shirtless during work together. Fine. He could … not … get his eyes off of a wardrobe malfunction… the boss came by and there was a tear in his pants. He could see the head of a hard cock just poking into visibility. Another man walked by, groping and adjusting himself… clearly also rock hard, near enough to exposed due to how easy it was to see the entire outline. The boss made an adjustment, just quick and done, but now he could see his boss’s mushroom tip - the foreskin only almost pulled away. His hands rested, uncertainly, on the table, staring at cocks. Then another cock came in. This one poked from an open fly, erection bouncing over the waistband of some briefs. The new gay coworker stepped forward, cock massaged in a moving fist. His boss’s voice rang in his head, an order to kneel. The cocks rose to eye level and he watched as the men’s cocks neared his face. Not quite one at a time, they poked his eyes, cheeks, mouth, throat… slimy with his drool, they thrusted into him until satisfied

But his mind was in a haze. A haze of cock and fur and … an empty throat… so he sought the rest of his work mates, to let them know his throat wasn’t being used.

He swallowed many loads, but he wore a few, as well. The boss rewarded him for taking on his new tasks so well. He now had his own bed on site where he could rest, so his hole could always be available for the men. The bed also allowed them to begin training his other hole. The work pup quickly learned his place. Broken of his inner resistance, he was happy to remain where he was easy to access, resting peacefully while covered in the essence of other men until another man had a load to give him.

He told me he was having some kind of a problem, so I agreed to meet him around the corner. He wanted private, but he also wanted secret, so we didn’t go into a bathroom or some place more sensible for when he started taking off his clothes. His torso was muscular and furry, although I don’t really know if that’s what he wanted me to look at. Why else reveal his skin like that? He said there had been some swelling, but everything looked fine to me. He said he had one more thing to show me and started unbuckling. He did it quietly, at first. The metal clinked a few times as he opened his zipper and then pushed down, revealing a jock strap. We both know I’ve got no interest here, so I know this isn’t some kind of come on, but I do begin to speculate, staring down his abs to the bulge in the only fabric hiding his junk. I …

But then he keeps pushing, because the bulge of the jock isn’t the whole thing. A massive, thick hunk of man, as hunky as any man’s whole body, finally sprung free of the pants — unsuccessfully contained by the small fabric pouch. His voice beggs me to take a closer look and I drift down to him, leaving the body behind, though he watches me descend. He comes to my face and I dearly want to rest my cheek against the shaft. I can’t believe there’s a cock I’d be interested in, because I’ve seen so many cocks and not wanted them, but this… why do I long for him so much when I’ve only just seen his glory for the first time. I do rest my cheek against him for a moment and then I lift and lick, taken by an urge beyond thought, I lick the flesh of the shaft of man cock and feel glad. I lick a few times, dragging my tongue across the spunky, musky surface. As I do, a hand settles on my head and communicates with me, guides me. He guides my limp open mouth to the end of his cock and presses into me, petting me and encouraging me to swallow, encouraging me to give in. I don’t know what I’m giving in to. I gave in ages ago. Now, I only obey and the cock is demanded inside me, so in must he go.

Jim thought he was taking this photo for his girlfriend. Actually, she was tired of his shit and forwarded the photo to us. We took care of Jim. Now Jim is taking care of client after client after client.

I had him right where I wanted him. He was trapped in a boat with me in the middle of the lake. He relaxed and took some photos and I helped myself to his cock. He snapped a few shots while I slipped his shorts off him; and ultimately took a nice photo record of my descent into his cock slave.

Maybe this was actually his trap for me...

He’s been doing everything he can to please his new boss. He’s been trying to get a job with the Company for so long, he decided to try being an intern. He knew he wouldn’t be paid; but when they accepted, he knew he finally had his foot in the door.

Determined to please his boss, he did his best to do exactly as he was told. For the first few days, that meant just standing in his boss’s office until he was needed. At first, he wasn’t asked to do much, at all. He held his boss’s stapler, once; was tasked with dusting a neglected shelf, on the third or fourth day. In the second week, his boss sent him out for copy a few times. On Friday, he spent all day helping to sort a ton of physical case stuff. (He wasn’t being trusted with any information beyond dates, for this one.)

Before being sent home, he was told to relax; pull out his tucked shirt and such. He was instructed to be similarly comfortable after the weekend. He was given a few snacks and told to remember his instruction, should he decide to eat any in his off time. To drive it home, his boss said: “Come comfortable.”

He’s been muttering that, ever since — even between blowjobs. “Cum comfortable”

Now, he’s so good, he helps several of his boss’s coworkers, as well. When one of them finishes, he frees his mouth, so he can say “cum comfortable” a couple of times before a new cock replaces the spent one.

His task for the day, is to have a slimy torso.

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.

It’s heavy.

That’s right.

Let the rain soothe you.

The cloth blocks the rain,

soaks it up and becomes heavy.

Shed it.

Let the rain wash your naked body.

You are only right when you are naked.

Leave the clothes.

You have no need of them.

We have another just like you.

You have need of each other.

We will watch.

We will watch you indulge yourselves in one another.

The rains have freed you and now you find your place.

Your place is with cock.

More cock.

Any cock.

No cock will go without your attention.

You are a good boy.

He agreed to join his boss for some extra work over the weekend. He wasn’t so sure about it when he arrived and learned they were going out to sea, but it did seem exciting — and if his boss was the reason they didn’t get any work done…

But then someone managed to leave all the luggage at the dock when they set sail, so that evening, no one had clothes to change into after a quick bath in the water. It didn’t help when an idiot managed to knock the worn clothes overboard and sink them. He was incredulous, but everyone else was amused, so he relaxed. Turned out there were some shorts a few of them could wear, but it meant several of the guys were stark naked. And they left the land behind, still on their way out to the open. What were clothes, anyway? They had what they needed, didn’t they? … didn’t they?

That night, not only were a bunch of guys sitting around naked, but the ones that had shorts had been choosing to discard them, so basically everyone was naked… except him. He just couldn’t pass that line. He wore the shorts they had extra, but he did wish he could change. The men, though. They amused themselves sending the last clothes the way of all the others! Gone! His shorts were the only ones left, at all! … and as they hung about the boat, some of the guys were getting really close, and a few of them were actually no longer chatting… because their mouths were working a limp shaft … hard shafts… men started kissing, too. He didn’t know what to do, but he stayed relaxed. Then, a man came up to him to start kissing. He didn’t really have time to think of a more involved denial and found him lips to lips with a guy. It felt good, but…

The man kissing him pulled him sideways, so he rolled around onto his stomach. As he did, he didn’t even notice it as another guy deftly pulled at his shorts as he turned and once he was on his stomach, they were pulled off his ankles. That part, he noticed, he tried to turn, but a firm hand gripped the top of his head and turned him back forward, easily filling his opened mouth with a hardened cock. His breath caught on the blockage, but it quickly eased back, tho not leaving his mouth. He was going to try and ask a question, properly, but then the grip tightened and the hand and cock pulled together with his head between them. He could tell someone was already playing with his ass, but he started to notice. He felt unsure why he didn’t try harder to refuse, as if something in him wanted … … He tried to push back against the cock entering his throat and swallowed.

They were pleased, because I was now theirs. Flashes of my old life came and went, but they had been told this might happen during the beginning of my new life and to simply reinforce my new life any time I appeared to resist; they must always push me harder than I resist an order.

There was once when I thought I resisted, but all that happened was I was even more trapped or more restrained…

…

Or more filled…

I resist the urge to impale myself when he tells me I want to. I know I want to and then I am full to the brim and I am happy

I resist the urge to tell him how happy I am and, instead, let him deeper into me

I resist the urge to breathe when he fills me, presses onto me until his flesh covers my eyes and his hair tickles my cheeks

The bristly, wooly bodies

The heavy, baritone voices

The woody, pungent odors

The savory, tender flesh

The relentless, penetrating thrusts

…

They bathe me in time, but day after day, my only filth is their sweat and cum; and they like it that way.

Every day, they come home and untether me, standing over me with pride in their pet, already half dressed and soon to be bare naked

Why would I resist…