In A Free Use City, There Are Two Ways You Can Get Promoted. You Can Put In The Hard Work By Taking On

I was warned. That is, I was made fully aware of the kind of things I would be made to wear if I lost this bet. Some of it restrictive, some of it … invasive; and some of it, supposedly, freeing.

There was this story I’d heard about a guy who … well, it changed his life and he never wanted to leave. I mean, anyone can choose to stop doing a thing, right? Story goes he agreed to one day, but by the time I heard, it had been a couple of weeks and the man still hadn’t uttered a proper sentence. One guy said there had to be some kind of hypnosis involved. The few stories I’ve heard never really talk much about the winner of the bet, so it’s hard to trace any truth in these rumors.

So I was in a pub, having a good time with some guys, some of them friends - when I get into it with a guy who says if he wins the bet, I have to be a pup for a whole day. He says to me pads for comfort, but also mitts, cuffs, a collar a tail a leash and maybe something for my mouth. So I lost the bet and … no, wait, the bet actually was the gear … or no… well, anyway, it was just a day. At the end of a day, I would be clear to remove myself.

So I got fitted, someone actually took a look at me with my clothes off and either made or found some gear that fit me real close and snug and a dildo went up my ass. First thing they did was assure me I was getting no sex and they proved it by putting a cage around my dick. I couldn’t get hard if I wanted to. The pads on my knees made walking around so much easier. And they were right about how comfortable the mitts were. My hands didn’t mind being in this one bit. It did hide my fingers, tho, so I was way more at his mercy. I trusted him, tho. The cuffs he put at my wrists and ankles were interesting. On some level I felt they were decorative, but there was clearly a use in putting a ring on each limb. They could tie me up so many different ways with those. One thing master said was important for this day was the leash and collar. There were a ton of guys who’d want to see the gear I was wearing and he needed a way to be sure I didn’t get lost in a crowd. These leash was also important because of the next things. I couldn’t talk anymore, because of a face … um … thing… my jaw was stuck open around either a ball or a longer thing. I kind of liked how the longer thing filled my mouth, but every time master took it out for inspection, it was a little bit longer going back in. Master inspected it until it was the perfect size to help me swallow, but I could still get air, it just kept my breathing slow. The other thing was the tail. This way, I could wag when I was happy. The tail came from the end of a … something I wore in my … this one I was less fond of, but master took great care to fit me properly. Once I was in, I had a way to confirm I was enjoying myself. There, stuck on all fours and drooling around a mouthful, I wagged my tail to let him know everything fit. He called me a good boi and sent me to bed. My day as a pet would soon begin.

Waking up was a new experience. All these things reminding me I’m a pup. The new pressure and comfort in the various things I was wearing. Master asked how I was feeling and I wagged my tail. I was not expecting the sensation of… as the huge rubber tail wagged back and forth, I felt … inside, I felt it moving back and forth and I lost focus for a moment. Master called me a good boi and petted my head. For some reason, that felt … good… The rest of the time, I found myself surprised at a lot of things that … felt good. I did only as I was told. There was a bit of breakfast, but I didn’t have to make or do anything with it. Master plugged a small tube onto my face piece and then pushed my food through. I felt it coming out in the back of my mouth and swallowed. It wasn’t a big breakfast, but it didn’t taste bad … I think. Later in the day, Master did want to clean everything. He took me to the wash room and soaped me up. He took some of the stuff from me to clean underneath, but only one thing at a time. He reassured me the whole time, with pets and scratches. When he was done, I thanked him by leaning into him. I wagged my tail a bit and felt it wagging inside me. It felt so good I actually moaned. Master called me a good boi. I actually was starting to … be fond of looking up at him, the belt buckle at the base of my vision and his matted wet torso rising above, topped by his bearded smiling face. I wagged some more and moaned again. Playfully, he grabbed at my swinging tail, bumping it sometimes and sending waves deep inside me. Finally, he said he needed to check that piece, so he replaced it with another. It was a little easier going in and out, this time, but I do think the new one was actually a little bigger inside me. Longer, I think. Finally, he got me ready for bed and said I had a big day ahead.

So now, I’m one of those stories. I’m one of those stories, because he takes care of me so well, all day, tending my body and keeping me prepared … for my day as his pet. Little by little, I forget. My old life gets further and further back in my mind until there is only my Master and obeying him. There is only being ready to wake up under his command. But he is kind. I’m trained to communicate some important things when my mouth is free. I’m fed and cared for, but I am required to tell him if I need cock. He only touches me when he cleans me. It isn’t like that. But I do have to tell him if I feel the urge to… I’m not allowed to talk but for one basic sound that I make if my mouth is open when I swallow. The easiest thing to say when he takes the brace out of my mouth and it sounds like cock. It’s perfect, because all I want is to cum. Unfortunately, Master doesn’t know exactly what I mean, so he and the boys produce their cocks. Some of them are hard already and some of them soft. When Master asks me what I want, I think of having an erect cock and cumming, so I approach and nuzzle the hard cocks. My open mouth keeps making the sound until one of them grips my head and aims his hard flesh where my brace goes. I never wanted to swallow cock before, but this one fit so well inside me. He did push deeper than I’m used to, but I was relieved to have something there. Sliding in and out of me was a newer sensation, but it meant I had time to breathe, because when he pushed me to his root, I couldn’t quite inhale. Men’s voices around me called me a good boy. I wagged my tail and felt the pressures inside me, rolling my eyes into my head; unprepared for the wave of happiness at all these sensations.

That was my first experience with a man’s cum and most of it went straight into my belly. He pulled a slobbery and thick wet cock from my throat and there were instantly three others in my face. At random I happily and obediently let my face fall on one of them and then his hands held me while he found his rhythm. Hands began to pet me all over and even play with my tail. I felt them pushing my tail further in, not just side to side. One of them played with it in and out and in and out until he pulled it free. I didn’t quite like the feeling, but he put something right back. Hands grabbed my hips and a long object entered me, filling me up, pushing deeper than I’d ever felt before until I felt his body rest against my butt cheeks, thighs against my hamstrings. My groin felt a fire, but the cage held me fast while I obeyed my Master. It was not appropriate for my cock to wag around without permission. Instead I dripped everywhere. While the cocks kept their rhythm for my spit roasting, Master touched my penis and played with my pre. He also called me such a good boy. My leash was not connected and neither were my cuffs, there, between those two men, they were my second and third for the afternoon, but they were not the last. After the last, I was exhausted and dripping fluids of countless men’s cocks from everywhere. A few of them jerked off and came across my face or shoulders or wherever else. Master cleaned me up quite tenderly and then got me ready for bed, fitting all my accessories back in place where they belonged and telling me to get rest before my day as his pet.

I woke to Master removing my mouth piece so I could receive his morning wood. As he relieved himself into me, he greeted someone else into the room, welcoming them to use me. The bigger dildo was wiggled and removed and easily filled with the cock. Now spit roasted again, I began to pre, taken by the stuffing of cock. I never questioned any of it, not one step of my reprogramming was resisted. My Master made me into his new pet and I … believed I was still waiting for that day to begin.

Dad said I wasn’t allowed to get a puppy, but he made it up to me in his own special way.

He wasn’t a sailor, but he made it onboard as one. Later, all the targets this hook was able to identify would disembark with him.

He tried to stay angry. He tried to stay opposed to the idea. They were moaning so loud, though. Julio couldn’t help but glance at the screen now and again. The sound of the video had all of his attention. Those guys just… those moans as they stimulated their junk… A gasp, a voiceless and breathy exhale. 

A groan that was actually his. The sounds of hot sex. He wanted to stimulate his junk. The thought of using his hand for a minute to rub one out was starting to feel like a really good idea. Nothing but naked hairy men on the screen, though. He kept pulling his eyes away from the video, but that sound… not just heavy breathing… and his hand rubbing at his crotch… Oh, to slide all the way down on it. He looked at the screen again. There was a big hard cock filling the frame. His junk was that hard. His junk was aching in his jeans.

He looked down at his bulge, the long log a mound in the fabric. He firmly and slowly was rubbing it with his flat open palm. He was getting hot; actually really hot. He suddenly noticed how uncomfortable he was and pulled off his sweatshirt. He was kind of sloppy about it, though, and took his shirt off with it. Now bare-chested, his hands were rubbing themselves all over. It felt so good. He looked at the video. His hands on his chest, his thighs, his bulging… The men on screen were moaning, grinding, cock and sweat rubbing… He closed his eyes. A bulging cock. He opened his eyes again.

There was a bulging cock in his face. His junk was so hard and aching. Why was he still wearing his pants? He wanted… He wanted to be holding his junk. He definitely wanted to rub one out. There was cock in his face. His hands made to grab at his junk, but they found other cock first. He felt his pants coming off. He turned his head, trying not to look at the video. There was a cock in his face. Masturbating cock. There was another hard cock squishing its head into his cheek. He just wanted to…

His groin was on fire and there was cock in his face. Cock pressing the sides of his face. He wanted his… Mouth on cock always felt fucking fantastic. Hard, yearning, aching cock, filling his vision and poking him all over. He wanted his cock… Julio opened his lips for the cock in his face. He wanted this cock. He pressed his lips around the tip and licked the opening. He could feel it on his junk. The taste of flesh so sweet. The light touch on his junk was excruciatingly teasing. He opened his mouth, pulling his jaw wider and savoring a mouthful of sweet flesh cock. The feel of it was amazing.

There was so much cock. His mouth worked, his hands worked; cock. It was warm and good. There was still more of the cock that was in his mouth… The groin that sprouted it was still inches away from his nose. He prepared to swallow the sweet flesh in his mouth and pushed more of it in. His cock was enveloped. The sliding felt so good. He pulled the cock back out of his mouth, licking it until he felt the slit at the end again. There was a sweet nectar coming from there. He slurped it and licked and pushed the cock in again, sliding… 

The cocks in his hands were slippery, too, sliding… Sliding over his balls and between his legs. Everything was cock and slippery. Sliding between his butt cheeks. Sliding down his throat, engulfing cock. Swallowing his junk, engulfing it to the base. Slipping into his ass, the cock goes all the way in. Everywhere it can, slippery wet precum cock slides all the way down. The hot heavy sweating moaning blazing fire was burning, burning pleasure out of control and into bliss.

His interest is in training his body for looks. He does as the trainer says in every session, doing everything the trainer says will give him the body he wants. This position is often used once it is introduced. There are others like it; ones the trainer will make slight changes to as he provides the target with energy drinks which have more tools in them than water. The target doesn't notice when they are alone in their routine. He doesn't question as they shower together each time. He isn't deterred when they start lifting before they finish dressing. They sit there, trainer on top, quite naked. The trainer, the hook, has his ass lubed and ready as it hovers above the target's crotch. The hook motivates the target with words that arouse. The target's cock rises into the hook's lubed ass. The target's cock is covered in the tainted lube on the hook's ass cheeks and rises further into them. The hook knows how to move and directs the cock right to his hole and into his ass. The target is no longer lifting weights, but lifting the hook as an excuse to drop him and thrust his cock in. He doesn't even know he does it. His mind is almost gone and for the moment entirely subdued. He fucks the target until he cums. Then his mind returns, if only enough to stand and stumble. The hook's cock is now before his face and his mind is lost, again. He impales himself on the cock, slobbers and swallows it and is never himself 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.

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…

His roommate worked out. His roommate also barely cleaned up after himself. Will decided to fix that. In his roommate's food and drink, Will's been adding trace amounts of the company tools he stole from his father. Each day, Will suggests his roommate have a second helping of whatever he's eating. When the response becomes almost dependably affirmative, Will begins suggesting he stop doing the things that leave such a mess.

Of course, Will can't quite help himself. More and more, Will feeds him the tools. Soon, he isn't leaving the house, but still using the workout equipment, every day. He's wearing less clothing; eventually, no clothing. Eventually, all he does is eat, sleep and work out; all of it naked.

Will is pleased.

"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."

Everyone’s having a good time. It’s all part of the fun when some of them act a bit silly now and again. There’s that one behavior, though: Our scouts can recognize the one whose got a drop in his drink, become a Target and started responding to the subliminals that have been playing all night. The Targets go to the “private party”; which explains away their immediate absence. We never let any of the guests remember things very clearly, anyway, but they all had a good time.