I Pondered These Words As He Stepped Back. Another Man On The Platform Stepped Forward, Stepping Into

His body, the way he looks at me… I’m always loose for him. I wake up and look at him, he looks at me and I sit on his morning wood. It’s our favorite way to be: me on top of him and him inside me.

It’s bigger on the inside.

Erik was trying to get his coach to give him better help than “focus on taking the other guy down” and “get on top of him” and then there was the time he swore he heard “focus on going down on the other guy”… Erik was out of it. His dick was raging hard and he couldn’t think about wrestling. He wanted to stop, but coach just thought it was nerves. “Open up and take him,” coach said as he pushed Erik back into the arena. Erik’s cock throbbed at the thought of swallowing this guy’s dick. What would happen, he wondered, if the uniform slipped during a move and his mouth just happened to envelope his opponent’s head and shaft. Their heads were in each other’s crotches all the time, anyway… Erik decided to try it. Somehow, shoving his face full of cock seemed the perfect solution to his own insistent erection. And as Erik quickly discovered, it was very easy to turn the wrestling match into sex on the matt. Erik even got to sit on that cock. He felt so much better sitting there, watching the coaches approach them. He thought the coaches weren't going to mind, but he wasn't sure if it was because the coaches were both naked or because they were both sporting raging hard-ons. When one of the coaches was close enough, he grabbed hold of those hips and jammed that cock in his face. Erik quite forgot about the wrestling, he was so busy stuffing all the cock in his holes. He was happy with cock in his holes. When they started showering him with cum, he even felt content.

He's been coming over to my house to "hang out" for many months now. All the while, I have been upping his dose of the drug. More and more he becomes docile. He apologizes for a foggy mind and I put him at ease, allowing him to remain in company anyway. Each day, he faithfully returns and I give him another dose.

He arrives, I dose him, I have him remove his clothes. He is not yet retrained enough to get completely naked, but he's too far gone to stop his training now.

I can't wait to have him standing around, perpetually erect. He's so fucking sexy.

The first one, we give you on the house. It's for being so furry and sexy, we just think you deserve it. The second, we make you pay for. The third, you just want. You want it so bad, you forget about everything else. You stumble to a place to sit where you can enjoy it all to yourself. You get so drunk, you pass out. We pick you up. Then training begins.

Everything was so meticulous about my belongings and my clothes and which cabin and what time and so much checking and double checking that I was strangely surprised to find another man in my room. I knew this was my assignment, though, so I proceeded to the bed and he made no move to stop me. For some reason, neither of us said anything, the entire time. We got to the room, surveyed the layout in the light and then entered darkness for our slumber. I laid down on the bed and turned over. He laid beside me and turned with me, reaching an arm around my torso as he pressed his body into mine. His hips worked until I felt something long and stiff get between my cheeks.

Laying there, he gently humped me from behind, pressing himself right on my hole. I could feel him beginning to slip. He must be dripping a good amount of precum. Having never received a penis in this way, I had no idea what I should do, but for some reason I wasn’t stopping this. I let it happen. It was as if I were here for this. For ages, he continued his slow and gentle humping, coating his own mushroom and my hole in his slippery secretion — my hole getting more and more accustomed to the pressing of his thick flesh, he finally pushed me open enough to enter. I was surprised and clenched, but it did no good. He held fast. He was inside. Slowly, he began to move again and I began to relax again. Now, though, he was coating his entire shaft as he entered me deeper and deeper, the gentleness subsiding for a steady thrusting until he was pounding my hole, lifting a leg up so he could get deeper inside. I began jacking off as he fucked. I was being fucked.

I’ve never been fucked. I wasn’t thinking when I jerked my cock. I didn’t even remember getting naked. I’m supposed to sleep, because I have … things … to do in the morning, but … I can’t get enough of his cock. I jerk until I orgasm. I jerk until he orgasms. When he finally stops fucking, our sweaty bodies lying there, breathing in the dark… he starts moving again and I feel him entering and leaving, entering and leaving… I never want it to end, but I drift to sleep as he begins to pound me anew. In the morning, I wake and gather my things. I get dressed, but with much haste. I’m late. I’m late leaving and I don’t want to leave… I leave my assigned rest cabin feeling a new yearning to be filled.

On my way out, I pass the lobby and catch eyes with the receptionist. He asks me how I enjoyed my cabin and I say I enjoyed it fine. He asks if I want another night and my response is automatic. Yes, I want another night. He says the same cabin isn’t available, but they do have rooms I can take. I don’t hear him say how many nights I’m reserving, but I hand over my things… somewhere in there is my payment method. The receptionist accepts my things with a smile, setting them behind his counter and giving me my new room number. I don’t … recognize… but I’m only wearing pants that are unbuttoned, shoes that are untied and a neck tie that isn’t even tight around my bare neck.

I find my new room and see a new man, there. Just like my first room, there seems to be someone else assigned, here, but he’s naked. I say hi. I … undress and leave the few items neatly by the door and with the sun still rising into the sky, I find the bed and lie on my stomach, I spread my legs and I wait for my roommate. The other man crawls onto the bed, straddling me until he lowers himself, entering me. I am relieved to feel that pressure inside me again, rising as his cock fills me. My eyes roll in my head as he finds his depth and begins to thrust, to pound.

In the morning… I don’t remember any desire to leave. I don’t remember my clothes. I don’t remember who fucked me in the night. I only know I am alone and desire a man. I wait by the door until it opens and a man in a suit enters…

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.

Narratives

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One of our Clients requested a carefully low dose for his Target. As such, their Target was given a shower with a minimal dose dissolved in the water.

As requested, he will now be subjected to many routine activities, however his … reprogramming… will take much longer.

In fact, when we shut the water off and our Hooks moved in to encourage him to the next room, he was dismayed to be naked with them around and requested clothes before being moved.

The practiced Hooks gave him some space while insisting his clothes would be along shortly; that in the mean time, there were other preparations.

Docile enough with a little pressure, he agreed to follow them to a dry room, where he was able to sit and relax — albeit still covering himself with the other men around.

The men engaged him, physically, but not yet sexually. Slowly, he relaxed enough to stop covering his naughty bits and even engaged some banter about everyone’s dick size.

A macho attitude emerged as one of the Hooks was challenged to mouth the Target’s cock. The Hook feigned resistance to the idea before satisfying the Target with some brief oral.

He was cornered, then, to allow one of the other men’s cocks to enter his mouth and the rest began to crowd around him.

The Client watched in secret as a tongue grazed the Target’s back hole and this reminded him he was naked with a bunch of strange men and his resistance returned for a time.

Smiling, the Client watched his sensibility eroded for a second time, until his cock was inside an ass. He was coaxed to orgasm and then once again cornered to permit the other men to penetrate him.

The Company had given the Client one way to interact with his Target during reprogramming: a button to flicker the lights in such a way as to clear the Target’s mind and reawaken to his fading old mind.

His Target was so resistant to the program that he held the button, waiting for the right moment to once again fuck his brain in the middle of gay sex.

That time came as the Target had been coerced into a spit roast, but with two cocks pushing into his back hole and two more demanding his hands’ attention.

With five cocks thoroughly pleasuring themselves using parts of his body and his eyes rolling back into his head with the rising flood of pleasure, the lights flickered.

His hands first gripped before they opened in dismay; but his mouth and ass were not his, already. Clearly desiring to remove the cock from his mouth, the one thing he refused to consider was biting down on the man meat filling him.

Though his arms flailed and his hands found parts of the three men inside him, he had no leverage at all to remove himself, so his hands kept searching … until they found the cocks again and he gripped them.

Only this time, he gripped them for stability and reassurance. The Client witnessed how, as the Target’s hands found and welcomed cock inside them once again, his throat relaxed again and the cock slid back in again, too.

The cocks in his ass basically never stopped fucking him, taking turns rubbing against the other, holding his legs aside as they retrained his new cock hole.

After a few minutes, the Client used the button again. Each time, the Target was further along, but still refreshed and filled with renewed struggle.

Thus, the Client watched his Target fall over and over again into his upcoming role as cum dump. He hadn’t been introduced to cum quite yet; but that moment was approaching…

His new owner had many weeks’ worth of plans for his lightly dosed pet’s reorientation.

Dan Darlington