They Opened The Door And Looked Down At Me. My Mouth Was Stuck Open, But There Was A Short Dildo Keeping

Ted will nurse the last bit of cum from Neil’s cock and they will both return to the office. Ted has been marked. For the rest of the day, when anyone wants, they can stop Ted and cum on him. Ted is not to clean the cum off himself unless it’s with his tongue. He is also not to remove any clothing unless it is taken from him. He’s completely naked soon enough, though; and by the end of the day, most of his body is dripping cum. When a cum rag is marked, it’s usually a long day. The men stay extra long when they can drop a load so freely. Once everyone goes home, Ted’s day finally begins. He is sent to the stable where the cum all over him draws even more attention. This time, it’s from men who only fuck. Now and until long after Ted has lost consciousness, the many many loads will be left inside him. It is when he next awakes that he will be trained to fuck like they do.

I covered it in spit and then played with it until it covered me in cum. Then, I’d start drooling for more and go through the whole thing all over again. I was so happy to be his; so happy when he brought me his cock to love.

After every swig, he feels the temperature rise and he pulls the zipper down just a bit more. Ever since Dave mentioned how the heat made him want to remove a layer, George felt he thought the same way. George was fumbling with the zipper by the time it was all the way down and Dave helped him make that final separation; not just of the zipper at the base of the shirt, but of his resistance to whatever Dave suggested.

Dave easily switched right to the zipper at Geroge’s pants and helped him out of those, too. At the same time, Dave switched George’s drink. Next, he was drinking the one that would leave him thinking that there was something he wanted that he just wasn’t getting. Then George would be ready for the rest of the guys. Dave and the guys would give him what he wanted; what he now wanted; what he’d be wanting for the rest of his days: cock. Cum. Cock and then cum.

George wanted cock. So when the rest of the guys came in completely naked and all staring at him, Geroge was suddenly very happy. He didn’t smile, though, not in the normal way. George’s new smile was an open mouth. George got plenty of what he wanted from then on. He swallowed cock and drank cum until all the guys stopped giving it to him. Then, he fell asleep between Dave’s legs; his tired body mostly asleep, his mouth suckling Dave’s temporarily limp cock.

Dave had a new sex toy. He was most pleased with it.

I invited them over for a swim. I put on trunks, too, just to keep up the illusion. They didn't want any alcohol, but they did have a cold drink. I got them to let me snap this photo before they got in the water. They swam and swam and I made excuse after excuse for not getting in. Then, they stopped asking. Then, they started to forget things. Then, they started asking who and where they were. I showed them this photo to prove they were long time lovers. From now on, they were. They were mine. They were my pet lovers.

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.

"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 thinks he’s about to start training our man. Our man is a hook, a saturated one who’ll do a lot of sweating and need a lot of physical encouragement to the workout routine. Soon the target will have problems keeping his hands off our hook. Soon, he’ll advise they be naked so he can “monitor muscle movement”. When our hook mentions a massage, he won’t think twice. He’ll tell our hook to lie down and start to work his hands all over the sweaty saturated hook’s body. He’ll massage every protruding muscle until satisfaction. Satisfaction comes when we say it does.

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.

They used to have clothing. They stopped to smell a beautiful flower. When they looked at each other again, the only thing they could think was to fuck. Later, they saw the flower again; they fucked again. More and more the flower grew and more and more they saw and were drawn to the flower, where they fucked. There were so many, they fucked in a bed of them and slept. The flowers were drawn to their cum, to their dicks. The flowers closed on their cocks and their tendrils grew into the two men. For two days, they slept in a perpetual orgasm. When they woke amid the flowers (which were now bigger and taller and more numerous among a wider patch of blossoms) the two of them were still erect. They fucked again and made their way; this time, with only their pack. For weeks, they roamed the forest. Time after time, they fucked and slept amid the flowers, feeding them. They started to get erections just from seeing the flowers. They walked up to the patches and fucked. One day, they walked up to flowers that honed in on their cocks. As their heads were engulfed and tendrils grew into them and the orgasm began, the two men embraced. Their mouths ravaged one another as the flowers fed.

Bathing is very simple. Mostly, it’s just the hot water. There’s also some light disinfectant, but we’re careful about what we use. Many of them will swallow some, either during the shower or the orgy that immediately follows.

Some days the Master ups the dose; just to have a bit of extra fun that day. The extra dose usually has them all fucking well into the next afternoon. More and more, they fall asleep still fucking a hole. At this rate, it looks like the Master is about to become one of them.

Leadership does tend to shift from time to time.