You Can’t See It, But The Passenger Is Tied In. He’s Hoping The Driver Won’t Follow Through. He

He tried to stay angry. He tried to stay opposed to the idea. They were moaning so loud, though. Julio couldn’t help but glance at the screen now and again. The sound of the video had all of his attention. Those guys just… those moans as they stimulated their junk… A gasp, a voiceless and breathy exhale. 

A groan that was actually his. The sounds of hot sex. He wanted to stimulate his junk. The thought of using his hand for a minute to rub one out was starting to feel like a really good idea. Nothing but naked hairy men on the screen, though. He kept pulling his eyes away from the video, but that sound… not just heavy breathing… and his hand rubbing at his crotch… Oh, to slide all the way down on it. He looked at the screen again. There was a big hard cock filling the frame. His junk was that hard. His junk was aching in his jeans.

He looked down at his bulge, the long log a mound in the fabric. He firmly and slowly was rubbing it with his flat open palm. He was getting hot; actually really hot. He suddenly noticed how uncomfortable he was and pulled off his sweatshirt. He was kind of sloppy about it, though, and took his shirt off with it. Now bare-chested, his hands were rubbing themselves all over. It felt so good. He looked at the video. His hands on his chest, his thighs, his bulging… The men on screen were moaning, grinding, cock and sweat rubbing… He closed his eyes. A bulging cock. He opened his eyes again.

There was a bulging cock in his face. His junk was so hard and aching. Why was he still wearing his pants? He wanted… He wanted to be holding his junk. He definitely wanted to rub one out. There was cock in his face. His hands made to grab at his junk, but they found other cock first. He felt his pants coming off. He turned his head, trying not to look at the video. There was a cock in his face. Masturbating cock. There was another hard cock squishing its head into his cheek. He just wanted to…

His groin was on fire and there was cock in his face. Cock pressing the sides of his face. He wanted his… Mouth on cock always felt fucking fantastic. Hard, yearning, aching cock, filling his vision and poking him all over. He wanted his cock… Julio opened his lips for the cock in his face. He wanted this cock. He pressed his lips around the tip and licked the opening. He could feel it on his junk. The taste of flesh so sweet. The light touch on his junk was excruciatingly teasing. He opened his mouth, pulling his jaw wider and savoring a mouthful of sweet flesh cock. The feel of it was amazing.

There was so much cock. His mouth worked, his hands worked; cock. It was warm and good. There was still more of the cock that was in his mouth… The groin that sprouted it was still inches away from his nose. He prepared to swallow the sweet flesh in his mouth and pushed more of it in. His cock was enveloped. The sliding felt so good. He pulled the cock back out of his mouth, licking it until he felt the slit at the end again. There was a sweet nectar coming from there. He slurped it and licked and pushed the cock in again, sliding… 

The cocks in his hands were slippery, too, sliding… Sliding over his balls and between his legs. Everything was cock and slippery. Sliding between his butt cheeks. Sliding down his throat, engulfing cock. Swallowing his junk, engulfing it to the base. Slipping into his ass, the cock goes all the way in. Everywhere it can, slippery wet precum cock slides all the way down. The hot heavy sweating moaning blazing fire was burning, burning pleasure out of control and into bliss.

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…

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.

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That’s why we’re all here for, lol…

Bernard loved getting fucked by Dinnis. Feeling the entire length of his shaft rubbing its way through his innards; the eternity of that sensual agony once Dinnis had inserted his erection. Dinnis never came quickly and it could literally be hours and non-stop. Bliss for Bernard. Feeling that amorphous warmth as he ejaculated those massive amounts of Centaurian cum into him; stuffed him with that liquid joy. He loved how that cum would drip from his ass, or off of his lips, as Dinnis slid his spent and quivering meat, finally, all the way out.

It wasn’t the only the thing they ever did, but… one day in three it was.

This was the life.

Here’s to sex slaves who never noticed you became their master. Since I joined the company, I’ve made lustful slaves out of many very sexy men who still think they’re the ones who convince me to fuck.

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.

He pressed the button and smiled at you as you began undressing, behaving almost as if someone had actually spoken the command. But, no. It was in each musical selection he played.

He said “watch this” and pressed the button. As the music began, you slipped off your shoes. He pressed the button. You got undressed. He pressed the button. You undressed him. He pressed the button. You swallowed his cock. He let this track play for a while.

Jeff couldn't take the psychological crap Ben was playing on him as they wrestled. It got so bad, Jeff couldn't even tell who won. He found Ben in the showers, afterward (never thinking on the coincidence of choosing the same of so many lockers to use). With just the two of them in there, Jeff felt no resistance to what he really wanted to do to the guy. What surprised him was when Ben knelt as Jeff approached and his dick slid easily and directly into Ben's mouth. Jeff thought his memory was a bit spotty, because the next thing was some ass fucking, but... there were more men and... they weren't in the showers anymore. There were just... lots of hairy torsos and... hairy faces... slimy tongues and delicious wet hard cocks. Jeff was getting more dick in him than he ever thought he would want and he hoped it never stopped.

A few drops in their drink; some fawning from a photographer—they always agree to have a few photos taken.

Get to a room, alone, talk him into a pose. Someone else trips the fan, so the room starts getting warmer.

More fawning, but it's easier and easier to get him to do things as he digests those tools we slipped him.

Take off the shirt, so we can get some good shots of that torso.

Bet these photos would be hot if those pants were unbuttoned.

Why bother even wearing the pants? He's so hot he should just be naked.

Naked, but alone? We should get someone else in here.

Who knows whether he would have let a cock rest on his cheek for a photo before, but he does now.

He doesn't even notice there aren't any photos anymore.

The camera man is just another man, naked and commanding.

The man has no clothes and no will of his own.

Hot, sweaty, drugged—he is a slave, as all who came before him.