Jim Thought He Was Taking This Photo For His Girlfriend. Actually, She Was Tired Of His Shit And Forwarded

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…

On some level, they think they still have autonomy. The two younger ones convinced their older friend to join them. They watch happily as their friend is inducted. They each had provided the small dose that changed their friend’s thinking enough to come along on this nude vacation. Neither of them yet understand the real change the company tools effect in men like them. They have no idea the true nature of the drugs they’ve been taking on these vacations.

Their master prefers it that way.

Once their master is satisfied they have brought all the hairy friends they have, master begins their deeper reprogramming. Now, it is their master who changes their minds to the same man lust as he has done so many before them.

Every orgy is bigger than the last.

I like to have pleasurable things to look at. Working with the company, I’ve been able to improve my decorations considerably. Now, I have a toy waiting for my desires in almost every room. It’s getting to where I have enough of them to engage in some … relaxing … whenever I like. This one is my favorite, though. He takes my cock very well. I like watching his hard cock bounce on his stomach as I fuck him. So big and … If I’m not careful, I’ll do something stupid, like … Ohh, his cock would feel so good in my mouth. I bet I could swallow the whole thing if I tried… I’ll bet my independence. In fact, I’ll have him shove his beautiful, hot erection down my throat while I fuck one of my other toys. He’s so well trained, I bet he could fuck my face for days. To swallow that rod of his, and the juices it can spew… I might lose my will to that cock, but it would be worth it.

"I just don’t think I’d be into it," Mike said as he and Manuel put their dishes in the sink. Mike had become friends with Manuel over the last couple years. It was a casual, no worries, see you after work for a sandwich, BS about games and work, see ya tomorrow kinda thing.

"You’ve never thought how fun it is to rub a dick on your face before swallowing it? It doesn’t sound the least bit entertaining?"

This was new.

"No, Manny, no matter how many times you say it."

"What if I mention nipples?"

Without a word, Mike reached up and tugged at the shirt Manuel had just been unbuttoning until Manuel’s nipples were exposed, just like he suddenly felt was appropriate. Mike leaned in and started sucking on one, just like it seemed should be done to a visible nipple. When Manuel started to open his pants, Mike reached down and made sure they were completely open, just as seemed usual. With open pants in front of him, Mike tugged on any underwear to make the cock visible. With any dick he can reach, it was getting rubbed all over his face. Precum was smeared in and tasted, savored and the more there was, the happier Mike became to love the cock. His pants tore when he dropped so quickly to put Manuel’s penis in his face. As the rest of Manuel’s clothes came carefully off, Mike’s suit became more and more tattered. Mike was responding appropriately to the sight of each aspect of the male body and having no care for any of his own clothing. The expensive and carefully tailored suit didn’t stand a chance against his new behavior. Mike had responded very well to the new method. We added Mike and the method to our regular repertoire.

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.

He asks if he can shower. It’s been a long day of physical labor, moving all those boxes. I’m so glad he responded to the job listing. I’ve been giving him glasses of cool water to relieve the heat.

While he’s in the shower, I casually enter and suggest he open the door. He’s been drinking the water I gave him and now he’s bathing in the shower I told him to use. He opens the door, I snap a few photos.

The next suggestion involves the guy from yesterday who came to move the boxes. There’s really nothing special about the boxes. They’re just heavy. The boxes exhaust them; the water relaxes them; the shower makes them mine.

All day, he can’t quite understand why, but he’s been taking his clothes off. He doesn’t consider the food, so doesn’t have any inkling that it was actually his son. He’s been hard on his son, but he trusted his son was learning the right lessons. Unfortunately, his son quite disagreed with the method and decided he was better off a mindless hole for cock.

To that end, his morning coffee contained a powerful and irreversible set of doses. On his own, at random, he simply obeyed an unspoken urge to be completely naked. He then suffered his son’s taunting as he devoted all his time to waiting on him. He laid at his son’s feet and waited at his son’s side, but feeling more and more to show his love to his son’s midsection, to find his son’s manhood, to open his mouth and adore his son’s manhood, to impale his own head on his son’s cock until he’s choking on semen — but his son never fucks.

No, he must do all the work as he discovers his new mission: to bring his son pleasure through the worship of his cock. To obey his son when told to stay in place as another man uses his hole and cums. Another man enters and cums in him and still he waits for his son’s next order. Several more cocks use his now accustomed hole before finally: his son approaches his face, gripping his head and inserting his cock, feeling his depth in his throat until pressing them together — and then began fucking. His son started fucking his throat and it made him so happy to finally be used by his virile son

My buddy was such a jerk, sometimes. While I was working out, I got this huge erection and hid it by going to the bathroom. He said he wanted a picture, if it was so noticeable I had to hide. I sent him the photo and he told me to take off my shirt. The next text told me to turn up the volume on my headphones—I was listening to something he’d recommended. I didn’t even have time to tell him I’d done it when another text came in from him, telling me to lost the gloves. I had barely dropped them to the floor when I was told to take off my shorts, that if I wasn’t naked I needed to get that way. I was then told to unlock the door for the man standing in front of my stall. I wanted to tell my buddy that the guy had grabbed my junk, wrapped his hand firmly around my hard-on, and was tugging me out of the stall but the next message said to let him do it. When we left the bathroom, a voice told me to drop the phone. Then, I did everything by audio command. I squatted on cock until it erupted all over my ass. I did push ups over cock, nose to the groin until this one erupted all over my face. I liked that one, even licked up the white juices that hadn’t been squirted so far back in my throat that I’d already swallowed them. Then, bench pressing a man until his cock erupted in my mouth, too. While I was licking up that cum, someone lifted my legs and started pounding my ass. I was excited to have the cock in me. Before I was done licking the cum off my face, another cock appeared, hands grabbed my head and I was getting plowed from both ends. Long, vigorous, deep thrusts of hard dick flesh in my holes. When they were done, there were always more. Eventually, I slept, but the cock never stopped.

He took his shirt off at a party and then followed another man upstairs as they chatted. He hadn’t quite noticed they had gone all the way into a bedroom. So many sets of double doors made it easy to slip him away. He took a shot with the man, a nano dose. He really wanted to see how far it would go. The night was young, so there was plenty of time; and there were lots of men with plenty of sexualities.

When they got back downstairs, he kept bumping into other men, and staying close to them for longer and longer moments after. He met his match when he bumped into another strong and hairy frame, but then stuck to him, their hairs still mingling between them; but the second man took charge, grabbing a hairy shoulder and pushing the dosed brute to his knees. Suddenly, in his face was a big, meaty cock that had begun to rise. At first, he looked up to protest, but the hand that clapped the back of his neck, forced his mouth over the swelling knob, and he barely said anything else the rest of the night.

The blowjob was slow going for the once heterosexual man, but as he bent to the will of the cocks around him, his mouth learned to widen and his throat learned to relax. Drool now coated his chin and chest and was used by a few men to help lube, before the first man gripped his waist and lifted him higher. The irrumatio never stopped as his pants were pulled away and discarded who knows where and the assault on his remaining hole began. Tongues wetted him in turn before a cock finally made way, convincing his sphincter to open and then teaching him how deep he could take it.

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…