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Burt needed this time off. So much going on with the family and work... He really needed the time to relax. Lucky he had such a friend in Tony. They went off together, just to have a good time. As the sun set and the drinks did the work Burt had no idea about, their walk took an odd turn.

Tony’s hand was making its way around Burt’s body. Burt kept giving Tony quizical looks, but those hands... those hairy arms... Burt couldn’t find he had any problem with Tony’s hand making its way down Burt’s inexplicably open pants and rubbing his dick.

Eventually, the drinks did the rest of their work and it was Burt who couldn’t keep his hands off Tony. Tony even began to wonder if he should ever let Burt revert to his old self. Burt really was a prime specimen. The rest of Tony’s stable would all want to fuck him, too.

Yes, Tony’s stable could very much do with another fresh body to excite them.

Talk is talk, but then the talk got weird.

Also: Coach put something in the water.

So, then the talk became action.

Coach watched as his team all lost their minds to Lust and fucked each others’ brains out.

Coach was wise to the Company’s half-hearted warnings. He didn’t dare touch his tainted bois until a full couple of days had passed.

Then, he started commanding his bois like the cock hungry cum sluts the Tools had turned them into.

It was about the third day when the fog first rolled in. It started in the early morning. They awoke to it just beginning to thicken. The breeze pushed warm air through their tent as they both got dressed. Not long after they started to wander, though, the fog getting thicker by the minute, they both felt a persistent urge to grab one another and pull on their clothes. It was as if distance was painful, so they needed to be as close as possible.

But as the clothes came off and their tongues began to yearn as much as their fingers, they both began to recognize that it wasn't enough. They didn't need to think about how to get closer, though. They were already hard and poking into each other. They melted to the ground and swallowed each other and sucked and slurped and pumped and fucked each other until they came in and all over each other's mouths and faces. Not thinking of anything else, they immediately did it again.

And again.

And again...

Sometimes a shirt is an inspiration. The client who purchased this guy keeps him silvery skinned and bald headed.

I caught him jogging a couple of times. I was restrained and he was nice about it, but I told him how sexy he was. I made sure we saw each other the next few days. Then, I asked if I could take a photo. The photo used the flashing. As soon as I took the photo, I told him I’d see him every day. I was told that’s how the hypnosis sticks. He’ll be here every day, now, whether he wanted to or not. I only needed one more. It was the day after that I gave him a dose of the Tools. I gave him the Tools and I told him, explicitly, any time he jerks off or has sex for the next two days, he must not cum. I wanted him as horny as possible when I finally told him to follow me home. Three days later, when he met me for the daily picture and new directives, he was erect in his pants. I told him what a good boy he was. Three more days, he met me with a full chub and then I gave him the last order. For him to leave everything of his old life behind, because he was going to follow me home.

That final day, he arrived without his watch, but he still had shorts on. I told him to remove them and drop them in the nearby bin and then to get in the vehicle with me.

Hey, man, thanks for inviting me out here. I mean… For providing the drinks and the food and the boat and everything; this is awesome. I just… I feel so good. Can I… Do you mind if I take my shorts off? It’s just so great and my cock is so hard, my shorts are tight and I… I’ll just take them off and enjoy myself. Just toss ‘me away and relax. Man, thanks for these drinks are awesome. And I just love food delicious. Hard cock. Wonderful. I’ll just take hard cock in me.

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.

Walter was being so cute. I told him I liked how his hair looked near his wrist and he pushed his sleeve up, so I could see his hairy arm… Walter was pleased but also so shy about my admiration.

I pushed for it. I asked if he would just take his shirt right off and let me see how hairy he actually was. He was gorgeous. I trailed my finger through hair from his wrists, up his biceps, around the lightly decorated shoulder, across that wide and scruffy pec, through the beautiful forest underneath. On the way across those carpeted abs, I looked back up at his face. He seemed lightly amused and a little bit thrilled.

My finger bumped into his waist band and I gave him an inquisitively hopeful look. His eyebrows went up, wrinkling his forehead, but he didn’t hesitate to begin pulling his belt; and I got to see just how much of a hairy beast he was.

In the end, they weren’t really sure who coerced who. When it began, they thought they were demonstrating to the other their stopping point in gay sex.

They stared intently at one another until they both came. When they were both spent, Ian collapsed on Tyson. Tyson got soft, but his limp cock stayed securely in Ian’s ass as they lie there; they drifted to sleep, they kissed. They did not move until Tyson began to get hard again.

Then, they fucked some more. They did this for quite a while.

I had never considered it before, but I was out for a night walk and passed this guy. We crossed paths in the light of a neon sign and he gave me a look. I stopped and stood there for just a moment. Immediately, he took me inside, strapped me down and stuffed me with so much I don’t even know how many. When they finally finished, I was sad. Eventually I fell asleep and was so happy to wake up to a couple guys stuffing me, again. It all happened that quickly, too. Just one day and I never wanted to go back. The best part was that even weeks later, they showed no sign of wanting me to leave. Not that I really knew who "they" were. Whoever "they" were, they were always finding more to stuff me.