I Was Warned. That Is, I Was Made Fully Aware Of The Kind Of Things I Would Be Made To Wear If I Lost

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

He grabs your head. They are ready for you. You are ready for them.

You have given yourself to them. They will give their cum to you. Day in, day out, their erections will fill you with cum.

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.

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.

When more than one guy gets in, they all start to feel the effects about the same time and an orgy ensues.

When one guy gets in a little while before the others, he gets a bit drunk. He turns into a silly mess. When the rest of the guys come along, they’ll have themselves a group bottom to bang.

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’s been enjoying access to the gym. Making excellent progress, too. Today, he will leave most of his personal belongings behind and drive home in his shorts. He’ll keep doing that until he has no more clothes to wear and returns just as naked. He’s confused and wearing the last thing he owns. We’ll help him with his clothes when he comes in. Our staff know what to do with any vaguely incoherent and mostly naked man. Delivered through a door, he is taken to a small room where he is told to remove his last clothes. Then, we let him wait naked for a while. Cock comes next.

They’re having a good time, meeting new people. Their wives and girlfriends have been encouraged elsewhere and there’s not a woman in sight. They’re given open beer bottles and begin drinking along with everyone else they’ve met. They’ve been chatting together for a few minutes when another man approaches and directs one to remove his shirt. Casually, he does so, the both of them continuing to nurse their bottles. With the shirt removed, the other is told to admire his chest. As they keep chatting, keep drinking, the second man rubs his hand across the exposed furry front, himself choosing to also admire the patches of hair found on his arms and shoulders… and even on his back. With his hand now beginning to wrap around the shirtless one, they are told to get closer; which they do as his hand continues to caress and twiddle hairs. Kiss. The two close the remaining distance between their faces and press their mouths together, each with an arm around the other, now, pulling tight. Open your mouths. The kiss becomes passion as their tongues take over, their heads begin to move and they make out, licking and drooling as their new owner makes his final choice.

Finish your bottles, then take your clothes off and follow me.

The men part, smoothly raising their bottles and taking the final draughts, disposing of the bottles — and having no question about immediately removing the rest of their clothes. As indicated, the fabrics and belongings are left in a bin and the newly naked, newly reprogrammed, newly cock hungry men are taken to their new lives.

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…

None of us knew what happened. None of us knew that something had happened. We just wandered around trying to think about things. In the fog that had been, all of the women had been taken; and every man had stripped and gone to sleep. The transformation that occurred left the men untethered to sustenance, somehow breathing all their nutrients from the thicker air. Of course, those that did still Lusted and now that we ate no food, the men were always hungry. As we woke and wandered and began to collide, new habits began to form in the masses.

I was on the edge of a neighborhood. There was a large house nearby. The fall leaves were everywhere, along with tons of mulch and gravel around a big shed. I could smell… I was so hungry. Leaves and wood and rock and … man. I took careful steps, unsure but feeling led to the smaller shelter. As I neared, I heard sporadic rustling and … breathing. I approached the large opening and the sound inside paused. Then footsteps preceded the reveal of the man. He stepped forward, placing his hands on the overhead and regarding me. He was a stack of plump flesh and fur, thick legs on either side of a bush dangling … I believed dangling some flesh I could put in my mouth. I needed something in my mouth. The man made a sort of grunt or growl and I looked back up at him. His face was still groomed and his head bald.

I was relieved to see another man and eager to put him in my mouth. I didn’t know if that was right, but I certainly wanted it. After just a moment, our shock of seeing another man wore off. I stepped forward and so did he. We were very awkward, at first, because the mulch and gravel weren’t comfortable; but I leaned forward to lift his flesh to my mouth and he paused again. I sank to my knees, but then stood again, keeping his flesh in my mouth. I tasted a savory and salty flavor that triggered my saliva. Although drooling for the flesh to fill my mouth, I couldn’t stay still in one place on the ground and standing, bent over, was … odd… he gripped my head to hold me in place and then began to push himself in me. I gagged and pushed, too, gripping his thighs.

It was after he sat down and didn’t like it that we moved into his shed. He pulled on a tarp and folded it over a couple of times. Then, it was noisy, but we lied down and forced his cock in my throat. I felt such relief with his flesh entering my mouth and my dick swelled and hardened. He pumped and pumped, me drooling thick saliva everywhere until he screamed and came. I drank his milk, feeling … beyond satisfaction. Unable to breathe for the moment, but full of flesh and cum. As soon as he was done with his climax, he began to urinate. My stomach swelled and then I pulled away, causing all the rest to splash on my face. It reflected everywhere and he pulled my head back down, pushing his juice in me again and then let me off, but holding me so I was still in his stream, still being marked. I recognized the smell, now. It was him. I was his.

We slept. We didn’t move until we woke… and he fucked me again. Then, we slept. And so it was for… a while? Several times, we woke, he fucked me and we slept. It must have been late the next day when we finally … did something else. We exited the shelter and walked for a bit. The house wasn’t far, so we checked it out. There were lots of strange objects inside, but we knew some of them. We didn’t talk. Only sounds, our moans, grunts, sometimes a shout if apart, but that wasn’t often. He liked me close and tethered to his cock. We found the couches and the bed and began to clean out the house. Too many things we didn’t know or need. Electronics, food, excess chairs, random objects from bedrooms and living rooms. We liked the floor and the bed, sometimes the sofa. Closets and bathrooms we didn’t really enter. We bathed with the hose outside once we figured that out and then realized how to use the bathtub and shower… but we preferred the hose outside. It was less restricted.

It was while we were bathing outside, a few days later, that we met the next man to cross our path. He was hungry, too…