He Joined This Meeting, Because He Thought His Expertise Was Crucial To Negotiation

He’s nervous. A team full of potential additions to our collection, but he’s the one that got the pre-game cup of sports drink with the drops in. The embarrassment over his rock hard, undeniably immediate man-lust (exacerbated by the rest of his delicious team) will cause him to ask for a replacement, so he can go back to the locker room and try to take care of himself.

We have a hook waiting in the locker room. A naked, delectable hunk of hairy man who’ll be very happy to help this poor guy get his rocks off and back out on the field.

It won’t be so easy as that. After the target ejaculates, he’ll quickly find he’s still immensely eager for another fuck. As the target fucks himself into a daze, more of our hooks will join them, sexing our target into exhaustion. Exhausted and still trying to fuck, the hooks will begin fucking him. Exhausted as he will become, his holes will be easy to penetrate. The target’s own pelvis will continue to thrust; he won’t stop trying to fuck a hole until he loses consciousness. His attention will be consumed by the men that surround him and he won’t notice as they carry him to waiting transportation. Such physically active targets usually last until long after they get where we’re taking them before falling asleep; their dick in a hole, dicks in their holes.

The whole time they sleep, the hooks will not stop fucking him. By the time he rouses from that sex-dream filled slumber, the immediate drugs will have worn off, but the bliss they remember and the constant fucking from the day before will be the base for the training that begins (continues?) as soon as they wake up.

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.

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.

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.

I was looking for a new doctor. I was early for my appointment and the doctor’s previous appointment was running so late, I had to wait a while before finally being able to see and talk to him about switching to him. The receptionist even brought me refreshments — which … didn’t exactly make up for the delay, but also kind of did. That’s some care and concern, that is. Finally, they let me in to see him, taking my shirt. I went into the room, nibbling on the morsel they gave me, and waited a few more moments before he got there. And then it wasn’t even him. The nurse took my vitals and my pants, telling me to hang my underwear on the hook; and then I waited a few more moments.

At long last, he came in and we talked about why I wanted him. I told him about my known issues and the women I’d slept with and that I … really … wanted him. When he sat down, he managed to keep his cock from view, but now and again, he idly ran his fingers through his hair, somewhere. I watched it slide between his fingers as he spoke. Eventually, he said he’d be willing to take me on, but there were some things I had to swallow first. I said that sounded fine and … for some reason, I got on my knees. I don’t know why, but it just … felt … the doctor called me a good boy and I stopped thinking about it.

He stood and approached, leading the way with his groin, resting his junk on my face and calling me a good boy again. I opened my mouth and panted. His heavy dick resting across my eye… made me really want … to lick it. He told me to open up and I did and he pulled his shaft down my face as my tongue dragged until his head could find my entrance. He slid his meat into my open jaw, calling me such a good boy. I was happy to do the right thing for him. He placed his hand against the back of my head when I started getting deep, his cock actually pushing down from the back of my mouth and into my throat. I coughed and gagged, but he lovingly shushed and cooed, never easing up; just steadily filling my throat with the first cock I’ve ever swallowed. Telling me how good a boy I was.

Once fully inserted, my eyes streaming tears and my chin dripping coughed up drool and mouth slime, his grip became firm on my scalp as he rocked inside me a few times. I made no attempt to stop him. I … knew … better? Eventually, he let himself out, allowing me to breathe again. He said he would definitely be taking me on and called one of his nurses in for assistance. They guided me onto the table, pulling me sideways so my … two holes were where they wanted. The doctor held my skull like a beloved item as he coaxed his huge organ into my neck again. The nurse acted independently, spitting on my hole and wiping some of the slime from my chin which I immediately felt wiped into my ass crack.

The nurse’s cock entered me the same way as the doctor: with little leeway given until complete insertion. My holes opened for their massive cocks. I was grateful he took me … used me …. Filled me… each of them in their own time, removing themselves and pushing to my depths yet again. The doctor complimented me on how well I was doing and it eased my anxiety a bit. In again and out again, both of them not caring at all about the other’s rhythm, just …. cock….

The doctor’s thrusts changed in frequency and intensity after a time. Their even and smooth in and out eventually became just jamming right in to the hilt and pulling out again straight away, to ricochet and thrust right back in. Thrusting and thrusting… I was still gagging and coughing. I wasn’t really used to this, but I think I was doing it right. Their thrusts were relentless. I lost track of time as they used me. I felt … okay about that for some reason. The doctor’s moans changed and then he erupted inside me as I started swallowing the second thing. Well, I didn’t exactly swallow it; he just had his cock down far enough, I probably wouldn’t have to… but I did. Like I was drinking, winking my other entrance in a similar way and both of them calling me a good boy.

Spent, the doctor called in another nurse, telling me how well I was doing with the exam. I would have said something in reply or properly greeted the nurse, but I was still swallowing, so I kind of waved… he finished his final thrusts and the nurse expertly filled my hole as soon as the doctor’s cock left my lips. I was glad I wouldn’t have to wait. The doctor thanked me for my patience and promised the exam would be over, soon. Then he left the two nurses to finish. I had no sense of time, anyway. I just laid there getting filled. They did make sure I was still comfortable, but they were rotating; and every time another cock erupted inside me, filling me, drowning me, with spunk, they called me a good boy as their replacement entered the room

Eventually, I was ready for rest; and the doctor returned to help me learn how to do that while two of his nurses continued to fill me. For a few moments, there was no cock in my throat as the doctor fitted me. My jaw could relax and not close on itself as the nurse’s cock returned. The doctor intoned repeatedly what a good boy I was as I drifted to sleep… i dreamed of cock. I dreamed of hugging shaft after shaft of towering penis, kissing and licking and happy, entirely unaware of the men jacking off while I was being stuffed. They ejaculated sperm all over my body as I slept, rocking to the rhythms of the two men

When I woke up, I slowly became aware of my surroundings. I was alone and naked on a small if comfortable bed in the middle of a room. I looked around, but no one was there. I had been bathed. I wasn’t sweaty at all, but cool and dry. I … started to feel panic. What had just happened to me? Where was my doctor? Where was I? What had they done after I went to sleep being filled by uncountable shafts of … cock … my hands went to my holes. I had nothing, not a brace, not even a toy inside me. My breath quickened as I got more worried.

That’s when a door opened and my doctor came in. My bed was at the perfect height that as he walked up, asking how the good boy was doing, I easily turned so his junk would enter my mouth, his balls rested on my eyes and his thighs squeezed my temples and his hair brushed my skin. He petted my chest, telling me it was alright. I swallowed, even though his cock was limp and small, barely reaching the back of my mouth; but I swallowed again. He patted and calmed me. It was reassuring, but, not as much as having his cock in my mouth — but that, not as much as having cock properly inside me. Still he reassured me.

Right up to the moment a pair of hands lifted my ankles and a cock began stretching my other entrance. It was tight and I winced, clamping my jaw a little around man’s cock. The doctor made an excited noise and I heard his voice telling good boy to be gentle while I felt his cock swelling in my cavity. I swallowed and guided his thickening flesh to my throat and as he began to block my breathing, he also began to thrust. The other cock had fully inserted, then fully exited, and was already gaining speed on the thrusts — both my holes already quite good at accepting their purpose.

I am for cock.

When Gareth asked for help, we gladly responded. We’re not sure what he wanted help with, but it doesn’t matter. There’s only one thing we help you do. Now, his day is dull if there’s not a cock to suck a load from.

By http://gdboone.deviantart.com/

Sitting there, staring at all the men he’d seduced into this place, he watched for his own pleasure and for just the moment to send in his pet. His pet would give them a fucking they would really have to learn to love.

Once they were all stuffed with his pet's demon seed, they'd be ready to stuff him. They'd stuff him until they died, of course. Then his father would take them and he would be off with his pet to seduce another group of dick-hating, delicious assholes. His father... well, his father could never get enough of their broken-of-pussy, fucked-into-dick-loving souls.

I didn’t think he’d ever noticed me, but I sure noticed him.

I’ve overheard plenty, how much he hated homosexuals and what he was willing to do to them.

I figured as long as I didn’t get too close, he wouldn’t go that much out of his way to be violent.

I made sure to be on my meager lawn whenever he entered or left, so I could gaze at such eye candy.

After making my purchase from the Company, I finally was waiting for him in front of his own door.

He was ready to pummel me. That’s how I knew he’d noticed me ogling him day after day. He was ready to beat me senseless... until I sprayed the air between us, making some excuse about asthma and a new device I didn’t know how to use properly.

He didn’t give a shit. He advanced on me. I sprayed a couple more that he walked right through. I could see him inhaling some of it. I backed away and he followed, but by the time we got to the edge of the sidewalk, he had lost his impetus and had begun to give me a confused look.

I told him to smell it and sprayed again, fresh in his face. He sniffed the cloud, heavily, and just stood there. His breathing increased. I told him to follow me. I walked back next door and held my front door open for him.

He entered and stood, waiting. I told him he should probably take his clothes off and he suddenly recognized what a good idea that was. In barely a moment, he was standing naked beside a pile of useless cloth.

“These are mine,” I said, picking them up. I handed him his shirt. “Rip that up.” He did. Again with his shorts. He did. With each sock; and finally, his briefs. His sandals I told him to put in the trash. Of course, he didn’t know where that was in my house, so he just stood there - holding them, looking worried I might get angry or something.

I led him to the kitchen bin, where he breathed a sigh of relief as he disposed of all the belongings he’d carried out of his own home. Except his keys. That was the next project.

For now, he was ordered to remain in my own home, standing anywhere I could clearly see his entire form. Naked. Waiting patiently for his next command.

The fun was just beginning.

He’s been doing everything he can to please his new boss. He’s been trying to get a job with the Company for so long, he decided to try being an intern. He knew he wouldn’t be paid; but when they accepted, he knew he finally had his foot in the door.

Determined to please his boss, he did his best to do exactly as he was told. For the first few days, that meant just standing in his boss’s office until he was needed. At first, he wasn’t asked to do much, at all. He held his boss’s stapler, once; was tasked with dusting a neglected shelf, on the third or fourth day. In the second week, his boss sent him out for copy a few times. On Friday, he spent all day helping to sort a ton of physical case stuff. (He wasn’t being trusted with any information beyond dates, for this one.)

Before being sent home, he was told to relax; pull out his tucked shirt and such. He was instructed to be similarly comfortable after the weekend. He was given a few snacks and told to remember his instruction, should he decide to eat any in his off time. To drive it home, his boss said: “Come comfortable.”

He’s been muttering that, ever since — even between blowjobs. “Cum comfortable”

Now, he’s so good, he helps several of his boss’s coworkers, as well. When one of them finishes, he frees his mouth, so he can say “cum comfortable” a couple of times before a new cock replaces the spent one.

His task for the day, is to have a slimy torso.

Calling all dumb jock lovers!

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