I Caught Him Jogging A Couple Of Times. I Was Restrained And He Was Nice About It, But I Told Him How

I’m loving these results. He didn’t think they would work — and I said they better, because I paid a lot for them. He said I was an idiot for being scammed. I do think a tincture turning a man’s sexuality was pretty bogus, but … chemistry is complicated and it can cause some physical changes… I decided to trust it could never hurt him and began to choose a frequency and amount for his doses. We hang out often enough, even when we’re not having a drink. I didn’t have much, but the explanation said the only way not to see results was to administer far less than a single drop — more than a tall glass of anything would be able to dissipate. I gave him a drop that night and just watched what happened for the next couple hours. He seemed to get more energetic, fidgety, but his hands stayed in a circle around his crotch any time he moved. His hadn’t never stayed there, but he was adjusting himself more and more, too. By the end of the couple of hours, he seemed less fidgety, but now his hand rested by his dick. I could see the fold in his sweats. I said goodnight unconvinced it had really affected him.

I took my time, tho. His next dose was about a day later and the same amount. He got fidgety again, but this time, one hand stayed up his shirt. It seemed like he had half an idea to take it off… so I opened my mouth and suggested it. Our conversation continued uninterrupted as he committed himself to removing his shirt. His hairs were a mess, but as one arm tossed his clothing aside, his other began to brush his torso, he left finger trails that also loosened the hairs, so they shifted their directions, eventually: pointing inward and forming a thick happy trail that … didn’t actually go below his belly button, but I still wanted to follow it. I was feeling really tempted that night; but I just watched. Not long after he was shirtless, I told him he should be that way more often, but didn’t say anything else about it. By the time his fidgeting ended, his hand was not secretively, but more nonchalantly, resting against his dick and making that huge fucker so damn visible against his thigh.

The next afternoon, when I saw him, the first thing he did was tug his shirt off. He didn’t mention it, though; it was kinda weird. I’m not even sure where he tossed it, he just lost it, the sight of it replaced with his bare shoulders and arms, chest and back — except not bare. He was covered in his hair. I didn’t realize just how much. I was incredibly tempted that night. When he had his dose, he removed his own socks and then his hands both tugged at his waist band on and off. I took my next cue and suggested wearing pants was a bad idea. He had an uncanny knack for obeying without quite acknowledging it. I don’t think I had truly wanted to in the beginning, but as the rest worked and I saw more and more of the fur his clothes have been covering up, I really did want him mindlessly mine and naked, twenty-four/seven. Without pants, his hands were casually jerking himself off, now and again. A couple of times, he even got hard. Still I maintained the doses. I told him to start sending me selfies any time he was naked. In just one day, he devolved from sending me a single message after about seven hours - to me getting new pictures of him every thirty minutes, before I showed up at his house again.

This time, he was still naked when he answered the door, instead of stripping when he saw me. He was happy to see me, as always. I asked him how he was feeling about cock.

I wasn’t quite prepared for his answer.

What was on the telly, some sort of sport? Lots of men breathing heavily, it sounded quite engaging. Much like rugby, a bunch of men all over each other.

He gets very curious, so he peeks around the corner. When he finds out it’s not on a screen, when he sees that maybe he could join those men all over each other, he starts to understand how much he wants to. Without really thinking about it, he starts to untie his shorts and take steps closer.

"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.

The boss said we should use the outside showers.

We didn’t know about any outside showers and we were kind of pissed about it until we saw how big it was. We had one last beef over noticing there were only two for the three of us, but really, by then our shoes were off and I for one wasn’t going to put my clothes back on. We did kind of try and preserve privacy, but once we got wet, we didn’t really care so much. In fact, when we aimed the two close to each other, it kind of worked for all three of us. I stood in the middle while they rinsed, but then I dropped to my knees and looked at the two big cocks pointed my direction and just grabbed them. They both yelled out at me, but I didn’t tug. I needed. I mean… I kneaded them. I felt them flex in my fists. They didn’t actually pull away, though, and I could feel them getting plump, swelling …

I gazed at their dripping heads and opened my mouth to swallow one. I savored the skin of his shaft and then released to taste the other. Already, I cared nothing for the shower and just wanted their cocks. I drooled on them, trailed spit between them, impaled myself on the stiff meat surrounding me. It was some time before one of us realized I had another hole. It sure wasn’t me. I could only beg for what I could see and when he was behind me spreading my ass cheeks, I was focused on the bush now fucking my eyes along the veiny rail of cock leading to my lips.

Alex Baresi, Arpad Miklos & Eduardo Breakers, 2007 - Titan Men, dir. Bruce Cam

You’ll call it sex, but he… He calls it a meal. It’s his favorite thing; better than dessert. You just ask him if wants cum for dinner… or lunch… or breakfast. He gets very excited and asks where you want him. Then, he will bring you all the way to that climactic point when you give it to him; and he loves 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.

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.