He’s Not Confident About The State Of Things. The Ring And The Watch Are Further Evidence Of How He’s

They never quite recognize they're doing it, but he's pushing his last remaining connection to his old life right off all on his own.

It was quite the late night, but he was pleased with the work we’d done and the help I’d given him. He could tell I was pretty tired, too; told me I could take a nap or even stay the night if I needed. I let him know I definitely needed it. I rubbed my face and gently massaged my own scalp for a moment. I heard my boss asking me what I needed and I opened my eyes to answer him. He had moved in front of me and was just standing there… at attention…fully erect. I was incredulous. I told myself there was no way I was looking at my boss’s cock… no way I was staring at a long, stiff piece of pink and red flesh poking from his business suit. I had to have fallen asleep already. It was really hate, I must have been dreaming about the pressure of the new position… but if it was a dream and I could tell, I might as well follow things through and process these thoughts manifesting in a penis.

Dream or not, I never tried to look away from that cock and begged to know what it was like. My boss smiled and said if I wanted a taste, I was going to have to come and get it. Come and get it, he told me. It was like the welcome to feed a hunger. Was I hungry? I did want to get his whole thing behind me, but …

Was I seducing him or was he seducing me... I... Y'know, as I look at the cock poking out of his clothes I don't really care. I just wanna swallow it. I'll be swallowing it so hard I won't notice or care when he snaps the collar in place. I leave all my belongings when he leads me off the train—not even the clothes I was wearing go with me.

He agreed to try on some suits and accessories.

First, there were a number of shirts. He swapped out various T’s and button downs. His shirt got picked up with the others, but they left it alone until later. There were jokes about how they’d have no problem finding clothes for him to wear. He laughed, thinking they were referring to all the other clothes lying around. It put him more at ease and so he didn’t fret when all the shirts were taken away and they moved on to pants. They deliberately took his shoes and socks; but that also happened earlier, after he bathed for the photo shoot. When his shirt went away, he figured they would all be put together for him to retrieve when they were all finished.

Thus, when they gave him underwear they wanted him to model, he slipped out of his own without a second thought. He didn’t really think about it in the next set, but he was given no other underwear to put on. He simply, obediently, put on the trousers and suspenders for the camera. Someone did mention the cock line, but when he said it must be because he had no underwear for this, they asked him to unzip just to show them it was true. He opened and pulled apart his pants as they continued taking photos.

For his next set of clothes, it was just a robe that was too small for his shoulders. He only made one explicit confirmation that he was wearing the right thing, before posing in front of the camera. The robe could not be closed, so every shot was a full frontal pic. Eventually, they told him to just let it fall. Another man picked it up as they took quite a few more with him completely nude. They asked if he minded they brought a second person in, to get their pictures at the same time now they were almost through. Another naked man appeared, and they were introduced to each other and it was explained in front of both of them, one more time, that these were the last photos needed, so the men were requested to be in the same shots. A couple of jokes were made about their clothes to break the ice and then the pair easily agreed once again. At first, they stood separately, engaging their own poses, but then they agreed to step a bit closer together. They were directed to admire one another’s form and to touch one another. The men groped and poked and laughed as more and more clicks went off. An arm over a shoulder, legs spread and squatting, the pair were directed to grab or cover each other’s junk. They sat on each other’s laps and gripped each other’s thighs.

At first evenly, but then favoring one, they were made to pose with the other’s cock at eye level. Always closer to his face and then touching his face and then hiding his mouth and then between his lips and then in his mouth and then while hard and then making more and more of it disappear into his face as he simply adapted to relaxing his throat for the photos. There were no more photos, but that wasn’t in his mind. Cock was in his mind. He was focused on cock in his face, pubes brushing his eyebrows, hands gripping his skull. It was so very important that the cock return all the way down his throat. When it came, pulsing semen directly to his stomach, it withdrew and he was alarmed, but only until the other cock entered his face. This cock was new and not so slippery. It must go deep into him. That’s all he knew.

Eventually he slept, but when he awoke, he only wondered where the cock was. He looked around for only a moment before a cock entered his room and he started his day again. This time, he was Coached to remember his place. A man chanted in his ear about the cock he must worship. A hand jerked him off as a cock fucked his throat and then a tongue began to lick his ass. He was fucked while he was jerked and he was taught that when he cums, he will cum the last of any desire to leave, because his life is now dedicated to cock. For hours, he was fucked and edged, reminded that when he cums, it means he agrees to worship cock, agrees his only purpose is to be full of cock, stuffed with cock as he was jerked and brainwashed into thinking only of cock. The cocks dumped cum in him and were replaced with new cocks and all the while he was jerked off and reminded how much he wanted cock.

But every time he became tense, got close to cumming, they would ease off, telling him he wasn’t ready, teasing him with climax and making it into his signature for submission to the will of cock. Edged and edged until any spare word between cock thrusts in his mouth communicated “please”, “cock” and “cum”. At the end of another day, when he was becoming exhausted and sleepy, they finally allowed him to cum. He was fitted in a brace to hold him steady and told to sleep. Told that he was now to be used for cock. He was allowed to sleep, but with his jaw braced open, cocks could continue fucking both his holes for a few more hours. He drifted in and out of sleep, as he learned to live with cock, accepting cock and being only for cock

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.

We do like the special case. Some spontaneous enslavement is one story we all get off on. Charles, here, responded quite well to the company tools, but the looks he started giving the camera crew made the hooks quite unnecessary. Charles first eyed the lighting director, who was soon on camera losing his clothes. The footage of the session, as recorded from the ceiling cameras, showed how the others at first laughed as the advertising department’s head of lighting became a target. Charles gave him such a look that Stevens forgot to not kiss them; swapping bodily fluids when they’re this saturated is never a good thing for free will. Stevens was blowing Charles as the others each decided they could risk some hand jobs on the recently former coworker. Charles, however, was quite aggressive and they all eventually did away with their clothes. The whole crew fucked themselves to sleep and woke up in the stables. Charles was quite popular among the other slaves and the employees. He became the most used for seducing company employees. Even one or two of the executives was finally knocked off his perch and guzzling cum with the best of them.

On some level, they think they still have autonomy. The two younger ones convinced their older friend to join them. They watch happily as their friend is inducted. They each had provided the small dose that changed their friend’s thinking enough to come along on this nude vacation. Neither of them yet understand the real change the company tools effect in men like them. They have no idea the true nature of the drugs they’ve been taking on these vacations.

Their master prefers it that way.

Once their master is satisfied they have brought all the hairy friends they have, master begins their deeper reprogramming. Now, it is their master who changes their minds to the same man lust as he has done so many before them.

Every orgy is bigger than the last.

He stands there, dazed, unsure of how he got out of bed or even where he is. His buttons keep coming undone. The light breeze in this space (from fans? such an arousing aroma), begins to ruffle more of his chest hair.

"You’re sure I should take off the shirt for this scene? I thought this was supposed to be a business trip."

Oh, we’re sure. We’re sure he doesn’t know the real reason he’s here. It’s okay, though. It’s a hot day and he’ll soon be asking for water. That water isn’t just water. It’s got a few things in it that make it difficult to focus. As his frustration mounts, we’ll call in the masseur to help him relax. The oil for that massage will get him ready for the real shoot. After that, his retrained mind will have no problem joining the fluff team. The fluff team doesn’t only fluff for our porn crew, though. We use them for sex parties all the time. Sometimes they’re even lucky enough to have a buyer. This guy will probably get lucky real soon.

Dressing exactly as commanded. Still reports to the work site as though we were his employees. We each take a turn giving him a new order.

Day by day, he becomes the naked, cock hungry, perpetually horny pet we needed … to lose ourselves to Lust and accept the rescue when we are delivered to a roomful of cock