Dad Said I Wasn’t Allowed To Get A Puppy, But He Made It Up To Me In His Own Special Way.

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...

I had come in and sat at the chair beside his desk while he spoke, but now... Now he'd removed his shirt and his beautifully hairy body was insanely compelling. I slid out of the chair to my knees. He followed my movements, turning to keep facing me. One hand rested at his crotch, on top of the jeans that were hiding the rest of him. I don't know what came over me then, but I made him get rid of the rest of those clothes and happily swallowed his delicious meat, buried in all that magnificent hair. In the end it was he who came over me; his cock spurted his juices all over my face. I was in heaven every time he did it.

Dressing exactly as commanded. Still reports to the work site as though we were his employees. We each take a turn giving him a new order.

Day by day, he becomes the naked, cock hungry, perpetually horny pet we needed … to lose ourselves to Lust and accept the rescue when we are delivered to a roomful of cock

I put on my jumper just to show my roommate how visible my cock was.

He laughed and took photos while I stood there. I didn’t understand what was so funny, but I was also unaware of what he’d put in my drink and what he’d sprinkled on the jumper without my noticing, just before I put it on.

As I stood there, my visible cock visibly stiffened. While I still believed I was just waiting for him to be done, I was actually waiting for my master to give me my first command.

Finally, he commanded me. “Off.” he said. “All of it.” I stripped naked and waited for whatever commands my master had for me and I did so hope they involved his cock.

Armond doesn't quite understand the question. That's partly because there wasn't one. The incense has gotten to him. He’s entering a trance where everything seems like a suggestion to take off his clothes.

What free will he has left is taken away with every bit of his clothes that he removes, unknowingly doing exactly as his new master demands of his hair-covered body.

He’s been attending the gym for several months; but it wasn’t until last week that he was approached about a collaboration on tracking development. He downloaded an app to connect with the gym employees, to take selfies on a regular basis. He, of course, believes the development they’re tracking are physical, but what they’re actually observing are his mental developments. At first, he only takes shirtless selfies at the end of his routine, but he’s soon taking his shirt off more often and taking more frequent selfies. Then, while previously only casually concerned with lower body, he begins training and photo’ing that too. His loose underwear give way in later photos to tighter and more colorful garments that hug his package, providing detail - until all his selfies are taken while he’s naked. He’s also been encouraged toward different parts of the gym, where there are other men, but where he can also forget to put on clothes and perform his workouts in the nude.

Other gym members approach him for spots. He agrees, although the spots he receives are very different than the ones he gives. As he is bent over, curling a bicep, the man standing behind him licks his exposed asshole, jerks his exposed cock. When he is on his back, the spotter helps his head hang from the bench and feeds him his cock. Soon, when he spots, he is putting his own mouth on their cock, having learned from them that his holes should stay busy. Over a span of days, it is less and less often about spotting and more and more taking turns for cock. He gets sweaty and tired in position after position, learning to be loose and take any man’s cock at any time.

His mind is already gone by the time he’s shown his new positions. He no longer leaves the gym. He rests where they tell him and otherwise takes his place in slings and on benches where cocks can help themselves to his holes and he slurps up everything he can.

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.

It’s a great way to relax. You’re not all the way on the floor, but you’re not relying on balance and the weight is very comfortably distributed. You can even get a massage while you’re there. With our program, it’s a very different massage than some people might think. Our massage is very deep. You have to be very relaxed for this kind of deep inner massage. You’re lucky we gave you something for that. When you’re new to the massage, we start in the back. When you’re more familiar, we tend to begin in the front. Later, we just set you down and set the cock loose on you. You’re very loose by then.

I put the tools in the drinks myself, but I got things a little mixed up. Her body-guard got the dose instead of her. I should have known when he let her leave without also leaving. Come to think of it, she didn’t seem too perturbed by him staying… I wondered if she - but his shirt was already off and his pants undone.

I hurriedly snapped a photo, because I heard the flash could sober them out of the lust they would begin to feel. The flash didn’t work and I just didn’t get out of there in time. To help me deal with it, I finished the drink… finished it before I knew which one I was finishing.

And boy am I glad. After swallowing each other all night, I got really sad when she came back.

But it was all okay, because the phone call she made brought the men that took the two of us away together to where there were many, many other cocks to swallow.

Sexy, beefy, hairy, manly cock in me all the time.