He Grabs Your Head. They Are Ready For You. You Are Ready For Them.

I was looking for a new doctor. I was early for my appointment and the doctor’s previous appointment was running so late, I had to wait a while before finally being able to see and talk to him about switching to him. The receptionist even brought me refreshments — which … didn’t exactly make up for the delay, but also kind of did. That’s some care and concern, that is. Finally, they let me in to see him, taking my shirt. I went into the room, nibbling on the morsel they gave me, and waited a few more moments before he got there. And then it wasn’t even him. The nurse took my vitals and my pants, telling me to hang my underwear on the hook; and then I waited a few more moments.

At long last, he came in and we talked about why I wanted him. I told him about my known issues and the women I’d slept with and that I … really … wanted him. When he sat down, he managed to keep his cock from view, but now and again, he idly ran his fingers through his hair, somewhere. I watched it slide between his fingers as he spoke. Eventually, he said he’d be willing to take me on, but there were some things I had to swallow first. I said that sounded fine and … for some reason, I got on my knees. I don’t know why, but it just … felt … the doctor called me a good boy and I stopped thinking about it.

He stood and approached, leading the way with his groin, resting his junk on my face and calling me a good boy again. I opened my mouth and panted. His heavy dick resting across my eye… made me really want … to lick it. He told me to open up and I did and he pulled his shaft down my face as my tongue dragged until his head could find my entrance. He slid his meat into my open jaw, calling me such a good boy. I was happy to do the right thing for him. He placed his hand against the back of my head when I started getting deep, his cock actually pushing down from the back of my mouth and into my throat. I coughed and gagged, but he lovingly shushed and cooed, never easing up; just steadily filling my throat with the first cock I’ve ever swallowed. Telling me how good a boy I was.

Once fully inserted, my eyes streaming tears and my chin dripping coughed up drool and mouth slime, his grip became firm on my scalp as he rocked inside me a few times. I made no attempt to stop him. I … knew … better? Eventually, he let himself out, allowing me to breathe again. He said he would definitely be taking me on and called one of his nurses in for assistance. They guided me onto the table, pulling me sideways so my … two holes were where they wanted. The doctor held my skull like a beloved item as he coaxed his huge organ into my neck again. The nurse acted independently, spitting on my hole and wiping some of the slime from my chin which I immediately felt wiped into my ass crack.

The nurse’s cock entered me the same way as the doctor: with little leeway given until complete insertion. My holes opened for their massive cocks. I was grateful he took me … used me …. Filled me… each of them in their own time, removing themselves and pushing to my depths yet again. The doctor complimented me on how well I was doing and it eased my anxiety a bit. In again and out again, both of them not caring at all about the other’s rhythm, just …. cock….

The doctor’s thrusts changed in frequency and intensity after a time. Their even and smooth in and out eventually became just jamming right in to the hilt and pulling out again straight away, to ricochet and thrust right back in. Thrusting and thrusting… I was still gagging and coughing. I wasn’t really used to this, but I think I was doing it right. Their thrusts were relentless. I lost track of time as they used me. I felt … okay about that for some reason. The doctor’s moans changed and then he erupted inside me as I started swallowing the second thing. Well, I didn’t exactly swallow it; he just had his cock down far enough, I probably wouldn’t have to… but I did. Like I was drinking, winking my other entrance in a similar way and both of them calling me a good boy.

Spent, the doctor called in another nurse, telling me how well I was doing with the exam. I would have said something in reply or properly greeted the nurse, but I was still swallowing, so I kind of waved… he finished his final thrusts and the nurse expertly filled my hole as soon as the doctor’s cock left my lips. I was glad I wouldn’t have to wait. The doctor thanked me for my patience and promised the exam would be over, soon. Then he left the two nurses to finish. I had no sense of time, anyway. I just laid there getting filled. They did make sure I was still comfortable, but they were rotating; and every time another cock erupted inside me, filling me, drowning me, with spunk, they called me a good boy as their replacement entered the room

Eventually, I was ready for rest; and the doctor returned to help me learn how to do that while two of his nurses continued to fill me. For a few moments, there was no cock in my throat as the doctor fitted me. My jaw could relax and not close on itself as the nurse’s cock returned. The doctor intoned repeatedly what a good boy I was as I drifted to sleep… i dreamed of cock. I dreamed of hugging shaft after shaft of towering penis, kissing and licking and happy, entirely unaware of the men jacking off while I was being stuffed. They ejaculated sperm all over my body as I slept, rocking to the rhythms of the two men

When I woke up, I slowly became aware of my surroundings. I was alone and naked on a small if comfortable bed in the middle of a room. I looked around, but no one was there. I had been bathed. I wasn’t sweaty at all, but cool and dry. I … started to feel panic. What had just happened to me? Where was my doctor? Where was I? What had they done after I went to sleep being filled by uncountable shafts of … cock … my hands went to my holes. I had nothing, not a brace, not even a toy inside me. My breath quickened as I got more worried.

That’s when a door opened and my doctor came in. My bed was at the perfect height that as he walked up, asking how the good boy was doing, I easily turned so his junk would enter my mouth, his balls rested on my eyes and his thighs squeezed my temples and his hair brushed my skin. He petted my chest, telling me it was alright. I swallowed, even though his cock was limp and small, barely reaching the back of my mouth; but I swallowed again. He patted and calmed me. It was reassuring, but, not as much as having his cock in my mouth — but that, not as much as having cock properly inside me. Still he reassured me.

Right up to the moment a pair of hands lifted my ankles and a cock began stretching my other entrance. It was tight and I winced, clamping my jaw a little around man’s cock. The doctor made an excited noise and I heard his voice telling good boy to be gentle while I felt his cock swelling in my cavity. I swallowed and guided his thickening flesh to my throat and as he began to block my breathing, he also began to thrust. The other cock had fully inserted, then fully exited, and was already gaining speed on the thrusts — both my holes already quite good at accepting their purpose.

I am for cock.

Moving

It’ll be a work in progress, again, but it will become another library in time.

Look for me @WarpHisMind as Desktop101.

One, at first, soon the familiar family that are these, just like last time.

See the hole and push into it. Feel the undulation and draw closer. The hole is you and you are cock. Stuff your hole with cock and go deeper still. Deeper, pup. You can always go deeper.

That twinkle in his eye... He's ready to be brought in. Our hook, who's been chatting with him and suggested that aromatic body oil from that website will soon be in his room, tying him up with the saturated bindings and guiding him out to the car. The hook will probably fuck one of his holes, they usually do. It can only help the process, really. Soon he'll be taking it in as many holes as he can.

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.

The boss said we should use the outside showers.

We didn’t know about any outside showers and we were kind of pissed about it until we saw how big it was. We had one last beef over noticing there were only two for the three of us, but really, by then our shoes were off and I for one wasn’t going to put my clothes back on. We did kind of try and preserve privacy, but once we got wet, we didn’t really care so much. In fact, when we aimed the two close to each other, it kind of worked for all three of us. I stood in the middle while they rinsed, but then I dropped to my knees and looked at the two big cocks pointed my direction and just grabbed them. They both yelled out at me, but I didn’t tug. I needed. I mean… I kneaded them. I felt them flex in my fists. They didn’t actually pull away, though, and I could feel them getting plump, swelling …

I gazed at their dripping heads and opened my mouth to swallow one. I savored the skin of his shaft and then released to taste the other. Already, I cared nothing for the shower and just wanted their cocks. I drooled on them, trailed spit between them, impaled myself on the stiff meat surrounding me. It was some time before one of us realized I had another hole. It sure wasn’t me. I could only beg for what I could see and when he was behind me spreading my ass cheeks, I was focused on the bush now fucking my eyes along the veiny rail of cock leading to my lips.

Alex Baresi, Arpad Miklos & Eduardo Breakers, 2007 - Titan Men, dir. Bruce Cam

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.

Jim thought he was taking this photo for his girlfriend. Actually, she was tired of his shit and forwarded the photo to us. We took care of Jim. Now Jim is taking care of client after client after client.

Barry had been working on Nelson for a while, now. Nelson even tended to walk around with his dick hanging plainly out. Whenever Nelson got a hard-on, or whenever Barry just wanted to play with it, Barry would sit in front of Nelson and have some fun swallowing it until Nelson’s cum gushed its way into Barry’s throat.

Nelson had been made to believe it was just part of an afternoon. He did used to work there and actually do things, but Barry now had him well trained to just stand around by Barry all day, as if waiting for something. He was less and less often even bothering to speak. Training was going very well.

Initiation, they said. Finally, he just agreed to strip. He waded into the stream and turned around to see if that was satisfactory. Most of the guys were watching, but just standing there. After a moment, he asked how long he needed to stay out there for it to count as being done. Only one of the men called back, just saying he had to wait until they were ready. He sighed and just watched them, focus moving from man to man. The few who weren’t also watching him were setting up other aspects of camp, like the fire pit and cooking area, not just tents. Idly, as one of the guys bent over, he fondled himself, sort of a light scratch, but he had settled with his shaft sort of in his palm.

Suddenly, he realized more than one of the guys who had been simply standing there staring at him, were actually getting undressed, as well. He wondered if that meant everyone was about to give up on this silly initiation and join him in the water. He watched them intently, eyes taking in all the furry flesh he could, noting some of them … were more bald than others… He hadn’t properly recognized yet, but all the men staring at him were now naked, a bank of furry man flesh stood before him, and he was gently jerking himself, penis still flaccid. … but it began to grow.

He wondered why he was still just standing there, staring at all those dicks who were staring at him. A couple of them were stiff, already; the men gently stroking their erections as they stared at him. He could see the expectation and the hope in their eyes and posture. He didn’t consciously recognize it, but he saw their lust, as well. His penis was thicker than before, too large for just one palm, now, although still very limp. Rebalancing himself, he put his back foot ahead of him, effectively stepping closer to the cocks. More of them were erect, now. He could imagine the cocks as the perfect shape to fit inside holes; and he actively thought of his two holes and how those cocks would fit, in turn.

He wanted those cocks in holes; in his holes. His own cock was stretching out in front of him now, rigid but still swelling. He staggered another couple of steps forward, hands in the air at his sides for balance, eyes intently focus on penis, glancing back and forth between the lot of them, wanting them. Wanting them in him. His gaze settled on just one cock, anxiously lowering his head nearer an appropriate level, bracing his arms on his thighs as he leaned forward just slightly, drooling. Then he saw one of the men gesture, backing him from the water. He staggered forward again, but didn’t stop. The man who gestured was now holding out a hand, presenting his cock. He approached the cock, feeling he should touch it with his mouth. His arms swung clumsily at his sides as he slotted into position, shoving his first cock to the back of his mouth.

He choked, but didn’t try to withdraw. The hand reaching out for him was now cradling his skull, condoning if not holding him in position. Other hands were touching him, brushing down from his head, over his shoulders, through his hair, down his back, supporting him as they pulled his legs straight, hips in the air, ass presented as his face struggled with his new position on cock. Fingers helped work him open, wet and slippery, before the men progressed to their plan: spit roasting the new guy after they tricked him into standing in the water.

Something in the water had an effect on people, particularly on men. Their cocks might become erect indefinitely, but they would definitely suddenly have an insatiable hunger for man penis. His previous identity was all but gone and he would only yearn to be supplied with dick, impose himself on penis, drink unending loads of cum and never try to wear clothes ever again. Slave to cock and eternally hungry to be filled, holes loose and open, always ready to take the longest cocks to their root.

There was no proof a simple splash didn’t also affect men somehow, but any man that got a little wet from what the Target brought back to shore, never made much difference. Everyone knew they were probably fine and it must be something about prolonged or built up exposure; so while they didn’t worry about getting a little wet, they stayed the hell away from the water’s edge.

Any man that did the same as he did would end up just as used, a cum dump for the group that brought him in. They even had him clean up with bath later on, this time properly bathing in the stream. During the drive back, the new cum dump was always begging for at least one penis to suck. After several men, they had learned if you just give him a penis to suckle, he goes right to sleep for the whole trip and if you need to you can cum right in his throat. He’ll probably drink it down without even waking up.