I Put The Tools In The Drinks Myself, But I Got Things A Little Mixed Up. Her Body-guard Got The Dose

I never saw this coming. I always went for older guys. I liked the ones that weren’t so bald, but then this one sprayed me at the mall, just trying to sell a fragrance. I was annoyed at first lol especially when he sprayed me a couple more times just as I tried to breathe again. Every spritz pissed me off even more, but then I realized who I was looking at. He was younger than I think I was interested in — and he certainly was more bald than I like. I could tell, because of that shirt he had on. I’m surprised the mall let him work in such a revealing outfit. But when I recognized this was the man I’m going to adore indefinitely, all that anger I felt over having some strange smell sprayed in my face had nothing to do with how much I was drooling to have a kiss from this man. I could tell he knew what I was feeling, because he smiled and beckoned me to follow. I never even noticed there was no kiosk. He had just been walking the path, looking for a Target.

I followed him home and threw away all my possessions, just like he asked. He threw my clothes and my jewelry into a separate bag and set it aside. He texted for a few minutes and made a phone call while I kept close to him. He grabbed my junk to tug on my loose shaft a couple times while he was thinking. I couldn’t understand what he was saying. I only heard words like “fuck him” and “horny”. I followed him to the bathroom where he stripped and let me see him naked, finally. I obeyed and did not touch him and he flexed and dangled himself inches from my face… and then we got in his shower together and he made sure we were all cleaned for tonight.

Then they started to arrive. The men he texted weren’t the only ones. They had friends, too. They all came in knowing one thing: I was inside and you could dump your load in whichever hole you could get your dick in. I wasn’t used to that, but I learned quickly. I mean, ever since I followed him home, I’ve been … yearning … to have … him … inside me … somehow… and when I saw his cock, I realized that was it. Every cock that pushed my holes open, I did my best to let him in me. The choking eventually stopped and I just gagged once in a while. Thick slimy spit was leaking from my face hole, letting every man rod slide so deep in my throat so fast. Bubbles of slime and cock shaft all flowing from my mouth as men fucked my rear hole without even caring what else was going on.

I got rest when the men stopped cumming, but couldn’t sleep without my lips around master’s penis. That’s the only way I knew his morning wood would go where it deserved, inside me. So happy to be broken of sleep by the thrusting of his cock to the back of my throat, and I started swallowing, him deep throat fucking my face to get us started for the day. A guy in my ass by the time he’s done feeding me my first load. Always another guy by the time the guy in the back is done and breeds me.

He applied for a job at the Company; but instead of working inside the building, they sent him home with some equipment to test for them.

All he had to do was set up the stand and take the first photo.

The flashing and the subliminal audio, combined with the Tools he absorbed through the wrapping — the device took a series of photos as the man stripped himself of his clothes, stood there naked for a few moments and then said just one word: “cock”.

At which point, the van left the building to pick up the new Product.

He agreed to take part in a promotion, but he didn’t expect … to let himself … to be accosted by a man in the … surprised to be suddenly pressed against the wall, but not feel any sudden urge to retaliate… he let himself be thrown into the wall by the other figure… who gyrated into him, tweaked his nipples and raised his shirt and rubbed his torso and even licked his nipples… and he let it happen. Just as suddenly, the man stopped and departed. No words, just immediate and unannounced withdrawal… and he couldn’t move. The sensations still reverberated through his mind. The strength, the domination, the masculinity, the manhood…

Still leaning into the wall and flexing muscles in bliss, another man entered and found him… and then took things a step further…

Hey! 🐻🥵🥵🍞

They opened the door and looked down at me. My mouth was stuck open, but there was a short dildo keeping me from drying out. I was left on my knees, hands bound to my feet, behind my back. One of them looked pleased at the sight of me, but the other seemed unconvinced. I was struggling to remember. This didn’t seem like where I wanted to be, but I couldn’t remember anything. The sight of the two naked men, though, seemed to make sense. Of course I was bound for them. It turns out, though, the one smiling at me was interested in playing with my face hole, but the other wanted my back end and the way I was bound, he would have to retie me. They did unbind something in the back, because I was allowed to stand and follow them inside.

In almost no time at all, I was in my new position for them. A cock was sliding down my throat, even though I’m not sure I wanted it; but another cock was going into my ass and … something was right. I breathed around the meat in my mouth until they started fucking and I had to learn again. I do think I was surprised not to gag on something going so deep in my throat, but something seemed right. They used me until their cocks erupted sperm inside me and they both seemed satisfied. They gave me a bath and then led me to my sleeping spot, a large cage in a corner of the public area. There, I rested. Feeling the warmth of my new home, I dozed quickly and deeply. I didn’t wake up until a Master was beckoning me to exit my space. They apologized for a crash course in so much sex, but I didn’t understand what they were talking about.

But then, three men arrived at once and they all wanted to use part of me. They tickled me and locked me up. I was stuck in position to receive cock. The extras were rubbed on me until their turn to enter. When I got sleepy, they trained my jaw to stay open, using a brace. I was able to get some sleep while they cock. I dreamed full of cock and I woke up swallowing cock, rocked by the rhythm of their humping 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.

The final celebratory act of the ceremonial graduation was the flinging of the underpants. Henceforth, they would be nude but for their own fur.

Hehe. Fuzzy. He was fuzzy. Things were fuzzy. His mind was fuzzy. Coach had recommended the one-on-one training. There had been exhausting physical training and a lot of juice. Hehe. Juice. Kevin wanted more juice. He’d been a little lightheaded so coach put him in the shower. The water was so good he even drank some. Now the shower was done and his towel was slipping off. Coach was just standing there. Standing there with his big hard dick Kevin was sure would be juicy if Kevin worked on it long enough. Kevin wanted to salivate all over coach's juicy cock. Kevin wanted to work on coach’s cock more than anything in the world.

Just for a bit of fun; that’s all we went for. A few days’ holiday. We arrived and I pulled out me phone to take a picture. I wanted one from before, just to remember. Had them take their shirts off for a gas. Course they did it. We were there to have a bit of fun. Shirts off and right to work, they probly thought. But me, I had other things in mind. Things like the spray in the bottle by the plant just to me right. Shirts off, arms round, I snap one and pick up the bottle and give the handle a squeeze. The mist cloud passes over them. They give me a weird look, of course, and I give them one back. It’s all very funny, yeah. I squeeze again. I do it for as long as they let me get away with it; and just when one of them is about to pull away from the other, thinking the photo’s done—one more, I tell them. They stay, arms round, still lookin’ at me. I watch their hands, though. They’ve begun to squeeze the flesh they hold. Yeah, I tell them, just like that. I put on an air like a professional and spritz as I begin to circle them. Through the lens, I watch their faces. They’re both squeezing each other and they both like the squeezing. They watch me until I’ve put one’s head in the way of the other. That’s when they look at each other. They don’t see me, anymore. Now, I squeeze the handle right at them. Their eyes are locked on each other’s faces. Their faces and beards and bodies are dripping wet, now, and they can’t ignore it. Their faces collide and their lips explore and their hands squeeze and their pants come off and I leave them to fuck each other silly. Later, they’ll be mindless. Later, they’ll want cum. Later, I’ll fuck them silly. 

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.

They’re having a good time, meeting new people. Their wives and girlfriends have been encouraged elsewhere and there’s not a woman in sight. They’re given open beer bottles and begin drinking along with everyone else they’ve met. They’ve been chatting together for a few minutes when another man approaches and directs one to remove his shirt. Casually, he does so, the both of them continuing to nurse their bottles. With the shirt removed, the other is told to admire his chest. As they keep chatting, keep drinking, the second man rubs his hand across the exposed furry front, himself choosing to also admire the patches of hair found on his arms and shoulders… and even on his back. With his hand now beginning to wrap around the shirtless one, they are told to get closer; which they do as his hand continues to caress and twiddle hairs. Kiss. The two close the remaining distance between their faces and press their mouths together, each with an arm around the other, now, pulling tight. Open your mouths. The kiss becomes passion as their tongues take over, their heads begin to move and they make out, licking and drooling as their new owner makes his final choice.

Finish your bottles, then take your clothes off and follow me.

The men part, smoothly raising their bottles and taking the final draughts, disposing of the bottles — and having no question about immediately removing the rest of their clothes. As indicated, the fabrics and belongings are left in a bin and the newly naked, newly reprogrammed, newly cock hungry men are taken to their new lives.