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They started at the Company together. They’d made numerous Targets together and enjoyed the transformation in the men. They’d helped with sales and auctions together and even gifted each other with men.

But it wasn’t until he leaned out of the jacuzzi that he noticed his friend was sitting nearby, naked. He stared at his friend’s cock for a moment and then began to get up, but that’s when the other man came in. He realized he had already forgotten being introduced to their toy for the night, but eagerly opened his mouth for the big cock that taught his throat how to take it. He’d never taken it, before. This was difficult, at first. It got easier, though, especially by the time another man pressed into him from behind and then entered him that way, too. It was sometimes a struggle to breathe, but the longer the cocks fucked his mind away, the more the toy he became, much to the delight of his former friend.

He watched the three from a safe distance as the tainted water turned his old friend’s mind to mush with those huge cocks disappearing into him. In a few days, he would do it himself.

But he knew to wait.

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When I tried the gym, late, one day, I never thought … Well… I mean, I thought it would be a normal workout, but…

I had done a few sets when the only other guy there started giving me attention. Leaning on things as he engaged me, it really seemed like he was flirting. I tried to be nice and turn him away, but when I sat down to train my arms a bit, his cock was in my face and I did what any good cock sucker does and let his cock into my mouth.

This was strange, because I’ve never tasted another man’s cock, but suddenly I was waiting to hear more about the pros and cons of different shapes and sizes - not to mention wondering what sizes I could take. He gripped my head as I did my sets, retraining my virgin throat to receive cock. I never knew a man’s throat would produce so much slime, but he wiped my face with every bit that dripped down my chin.

When I finished my set, he said it was his turn. I didn’t know what that meant, so I let him direct me to one of the benches, where I lied down on my back with my head hanging a little off the edge. I had some towels for cushion. Then, he proceeded to help himself to my throat again. Only this time, he had total control. Every time I gagged, he gave me just a moment and (when I thought I wanted another moment or two) rammed his cock right back in.

He finished in me and then let me lie there for a moment, coping. Before I had quite gathered my thoughts, just before I tried to move, another cock entered my hole. It was easier than the first, but I couldn’t tell if that was just because my throat was already adapting or if his girth was a little less, but I … let that other guy do what he assumed he could, instead of telling him I don’t suck dick. He used my face like an inanimate object, choking and gagging me, teaching me to take more.

Then, a third man, when he finished. I was exhausted and dazed by the third man, ready to be fucked by any cock. I didn’t remember signing up for it, but they were preparing me for my sling. They brought it out a few minutes later; about the time the third man began to edge himself in my throat. He paused so they could lift me into it. Once transferred, my legs were laid in position and they began to retrain my ass hole. It was hard to focus with a fourth cock pumping into my neck. I still didn’t know it, but I had made my last independent decision showing up in the gym.

I never even realized that I exited the locker room completely nude, in the first place.

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It happened again while I was seeing my therapist. I can’t accurately describe what it is. I don’t know what’s happening, I just feel it. As we sat there, he asked me some questions to get us started and then I felt it, like someone was pulling my shirt over my head and pushing me to the floor. I tore off my pants, leaving ripped fabric nearby, because I could feel the surge. My therapist told me to describe it, but it was so hard. I raised a leg to try to show him, and it got worse. The pain, the urge, the yearn, turned into immense pressure. I showed him my ass as I felt myself filling up, thrusted, like some huge object pounding into me. My therapist was on the floor with me, helping me relax as this feeling overtook me. He told me not to fight, to just let the feeling pass, but it built. I told him how I felt naked and vulnerable, I felt stuffed and used. I felt … good… because as I did my best to relax, the painful part of this went away. There was just the feeling of so much force, banging into me, but also driving … pleasure … deep inside me. I started to feel … aroused, but I didn’t understand. Again, he helped me relax and told me I should feel free to be myself, to masturbate if I needed to. I couldn’t help it, but he was right. As I heard his voice in my head, I could feel how much I wanted to touch myself. The sensations inside me continued as my therapist spoke from above me and I jerked off to the thrusting in my ass, the voice over my head and the cock…

I told my therapist I could see a cock above me, like I was hallucinating other naked men. It was so real. My therapist asked me to open my mouth and see how I felt. The cock came closer and I humped into it thanks to the pounding, and it filled my mouth. I tried to speak around him and my therapist said it was difficult to understand me, but that was okay, to just keep relaxing and let it play out. I could feel his hand comforting my head, keeping me steady. My therapist said it was very important I confront these images, as it was teaching me something about myself. I felt the cock finding my throat. For the first time, I was feeling the pressure behind and in front, like two big dicks were literally fucking me and I couldn’t say a thing. I just masturbated to the sensations until I came on the carpet. I came, but I still felt them, still felt the thrusting and couldn’t speak. My therapist told me we must be close to understanding and to let it ride, to keep feeling it until it was done. My throat was slimy and wet and my ass was loose and open as the two cocks I dreamed kept fucking me. They fucked me for so long I became horny again. My therapist said I was a good boy for doing so well. I masturbated another load on the carpet. I never dreamed the cocks were changing, but they must have been. I think I must have swallowed some semen, but I didn’t have the time to check what slime covered me and filled me and lubricated the cocks sliding in and out of me, impacting me, my ass and my face repeatedly bashed by the spunky groin of a man and I am cock.

While I sleep, he gives me my collar. When I wake, it is my life and I go where the leash tugs. My holes are loose for cock and I can never resist cock

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It was quite the late night, but he was pleased with the work we’d done and the help I’d given him. He could tell I was pretty tired, too; told me I could take a nap or even stay the night if I needed. I let him know I definitely needed it. I rubbed my face and gently massaged my own scalp for a moment. I heard my boss asking me what I needed and I opened my eyes to answer him. He had moved in front of me and was just standing there… at attention…fully erect. I was incredulous. I told myself there was no way I was looking at my boss’s cock… no way I was staring at a long, stiff piece of pink and red flesh poking from his business suit. I had to have fallen asleep already. It was really hate, I must have been dreaming about the pressure of the new position… but if it was a dream and I could tell, I might as well follow things through and process these thoughts manifesting in a penis.

Dream or not, I never tried to look away from that cock and begged to know what it was like. My boss smiled and said if I wanted a taste, I was going to have to come and get it. Come and get it, he told me. It was like the welcome to feed a hunger. Was I hungry? I did want to get his whole thing behind me, but …

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I’m loving these results. He didn’t think they would work — and I said they better, because I paid a lot for them. He said I was an idiot for being scammed. I do think a tincture turning a man’s sexuality was pretty bogus, but … chemistry is complicated and it can cause some physical changes… I decided to trust it could never hurt him and began to choose a frequency and amount for his doses. We hang out often enough, even when we’re not having a drink. I didn’t have much, but the explanation said the only way not to see results was to administer far less than a single drop — more than a tall glass of anything would be able to dissipate. I gave him a drop that night and just watched what happened for the next couple hours. He seemed to get more energetic, fidgety, but his hands stayed in a circle around his crotch any time he moved. His hadn’t never stayed there, but he was adjusting himself more and more, too. By the end of the couple of hours, he seemed less fidgety, but now his hand rested by his dick. I could see the fold in his sweats. I said goodnight unconvinced it had really affected him.

I took my time, tho. His next dose was about a day later and the same amount. He got fidgety again, but this time, one hand stayed up his shirt. It seemed like he had half an idea to take it off… so I opened my mouth and suggested it. Our conversation continued uninterrupted as he committed himself to removing his shirt. His hairs were a mess, but as one arm tossed his clothing aside, his other began to brush his torso, he left finger trails that also loosened the hairs, so they shifted their directions, eventually: pointing inward and forming a thick happy trail that … didn’t actually go below his belly button, but I still wanted to follow it. I was feeling really tempted that night; but I just watched. Not long after he was shirtless, I told him he should be that way more often, but didn’t say anything else about it. By the time his fidgeting ended, his hand was not secretively, but more nonchalantly, resting against his dick and making that huge fucker so damn visible against his thigh.

The next afternoon, when I saw him, the first thing he did was tug his shirt off. He didn’t mention it, though; it was kinda weird. I’m not even sure where he tossed it, he just lost it, the sight of it replaced with his bare shoulders and arms, chest and back — except not bare. He was covered in his hair. I didn’t realize just how much. I was incredibly tempted that night. When he had his dose, he removed his own socks and then his hands both tugged at his waist band on and off. I took my next cue and suggested wearing pants was a bad idea. He had an uncanny knack for obeying without quite acknowledging it. I don’t think I had truly wanted to in the beginning, but as the rest worked and I saw more and more of the fur his clothes have been covering up, I really did want him mindlessly mine and naked, twenty-four/seven. Without pants, his hands were casually jerking himself off, now and again. A couple of times, he even got hard. Still I maintained the doses. I told him to start sending me selfies any time he was naked. In just one day, he devolved from sending me a single message after about seven hours - to me getting new pictures of him every thirty minutes, before I showed up at his house again.

This time, he was still naked when he answered the door, instead of stripping when he saw me. He was happy to see me, as always. I asked him how he was feeling about cock.

I wasn’t quite prepared for his answer.

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As requested, he removed his shirt. He didn’t care if someone around him thought he was sexy, even if it was someone he wasn’t going to fuck. So the new guy had some interests and those included seeing him shirtless during work together. Fine. He could … not … get his eyes off of a wardrobe malfunction… the boss came by and there was a tear in his pants. He could see the head of a hard cock just poking into visibility. Another man walked by, groping and adjusting himself… clearly also rock hard, near enough to exposed due to how easy it was to see the entire outline. The boss made an adjustment, just quick and done, but now he could see his boss’s mushroom tip - the foreskin only almost pulled away. His hands rested, uncertainly, on the table, staring at cocks. Then another cock came in. This one poked from an open fly, erection bouncing over the waistband of some briefs. The new gay coworker stepped forward, cock massaged in a moving fist. His boss’s voice rang in his head, an order to kneel. The cocks rose to eye level and he watched as the men’s cocks neared his face. Not quite one at a time, they poked his eyes, cheeks, mouth, throat… slimy with his drool, they thrusted into him until satisfied

But his mind was in a haze. A haze of cock and fur and … an empty throat… so he sought the rest of his work mates, to let them know his throat wasn’t being used.

He swallowed many loads, but he wore a few, as well. The boss rewarded him for taking on his new tasks so well. He now had his own bed on site where he could rest, so his hole could always be available for the men. The bed also allowed them to begin training his other hole. The work pup quickly learned his place. Broken of his inner resistance, he was happy to remain where he was easy to access, resting peacefully while covered in the essence of other men until another man had a load to give him.

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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.

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A careful interview process and a well established method of stimulation and excitement, this assistant is curating the perfect group of men for his boss to hire. The assistant has no idea who the group is for, but will be there as ordered, drinking all these men’s cum in one go until he’s too full to continue and THEN, covered in excess gobs of cum, they will begin to teach his asshole how to accept cock. It will be the icing on their cake

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I pondered these words as he stepped back. Another man on the platform stepped forward, stepping into position in front of me. He was jerking his cock, too, and after a few moments, he leaned forward to be sure every jet of his semen shot me dead in the face. These men had been jerking all morning. I had been fretting all morning, knowing that I had been Targeted by one of my coworkers. I don’t know what tipped me off when I got in; something about the way they took my jacket … and my tie … my slacks were taken with my shoes and socks. I handed them my shirts as directed and then left my underwear at the threshold when I entered this specially designed room. I stood before a ledge, where any man taller than 5’ would find their cock in my face; and I caught a glimpse for maybe a dozen men all waiting their turn to orgasm over me. Each time one of them sprayed their cum carefully across my face, dripping down my cheek and chin, globs of jizz running down my face.

The deepest sexual penetration is of the mind.

He stepped away and the next prepared to deposit a long stewed load of cum directly into my face. Pretty quickly, the scent of man and the creamy milk of cum was all I could smell. These men each had been stimulating their balls for a while and had a wealth of hot spunk to cover me. One slimy spot soon became two.

The deepest sexual penetration is of the mind.

Then another man prepared to do the same. Two slimy spots on my face became one big spot and one smaller spot.

The deepest sexual penetration is of the mind.

I stood there, naked, as man after man, jerking their dicks through their buttoned up suit pants, sprayed another load of male essence on my face and departed, making room for the next one. When the fourth load was slowly running down my face, I no longer had independent cum globs on my face; my face was just covered in cum.

The deepest sexual penetration is of the mind.

I stood where I had been told, hearing those words over and over. At first, I didn’t understand them. I knew I wasn’t being fucked, but … I couldn’t identify the small part of me that seemed to be confused why I was willingly standing here, letting my face be used as a cum rag for my office mates. I think they were my office mates, anyway… thought some of the faces were familiar, but then, really only seeing cocks, right now. Faces are too high up; and now I have enough cum on my face you might think I had smeared it for a mask.

The deepest sexual penetration is of the mind.

I wasn’t being sexually penetrated, so my head had a problem with this statement I kept hearing; from the voice of each man, after dousing me with more cock juice. I was licking my lips as cum dripped across them, an easy habit of any food one feels there. The flavor was unique. I think by the time I tasted it, it was several different men’s flavor at once, but it was new. As more cum dripped, I tasted more and as more men came, I began opening my mouth for it. Plenty of cum was already soaking my hair and coating my face, I decided I could have some fresh, before it mixed with any others.

The deepest sexual penetration is of the mind.

I opened my mouth for the next one, too. Not quite swallowing, tasting the hot liquid during the moment I waited for the next man’s load to erupt from his balls. I marveled how easy it was to taste the next one and how the flavors mingled inside my mouth until I couldn’t discern them, anymore.

The deepest sexual penetration is of the mind.

It only took a couple of open mouthed orgasm for me to start hoping to just suck it right from the cock, but there was a program in place. Each man that came on me had specific understanding that I was to be coated. So, sure, one or two let me suck milk right from their flesh tube, but most of them obeyed orders and made sure I was covered in copious quantities of cum. Cum dripped from my face as if I had showered in it. My chin and my chest were slowly spreading the cum further, but still they only coated my face.

The deepest sexual penetration is of the mind.

It was many cum loads later that I was taken to my next stage of reprogramming: finally being allowed to swallow.

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An attendant requires he use some hand sanitizer as he enters. By the time he arrives at a machine, his thoughts are confused due to the Tools he’s just smeared into his hands. He places his bundle in the machine and then removes all his clothes and drops them and his belongings in the machine and then cannot think what to do next. Another attendant escorts him to a new room where he sits naked as men in videos on the walls fuck each other sweaty. After nearly an hour, another naked man enters the room and they begin to fuck. The first one is lust crazy after all that time. The second is still freshly confused and very docile. Once these two have reprogrammed each other, they will both be taken to the next stage of their training.

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He was restraining himself, but he was ready to punch somebody. He had no idea how many people were in on the apparent prank. Hired to help with some moving, the whole affair was simple, but dirty. He’d been made aware of that, going in, so had brought the recommended change of clothing. After the work was done and he was given the opportunity to wash off and change, he returned to an anteroom only to find his bag missing. After drying himself of the shower water, he took steps to get his things back. There had been a group of men with him and he believed it was their mischief. One hand dedicated to his modesty, he left the changing room to try and chase down the other boys. They were committed, though, and he was forced to excuse himself politely, multiple times to multiple people. They, of course, didn’t mind, but he had a hard time noticing things. Everyone was watching as this man took step after step toward being the toy for the auction. Most people knew not to exchange fluids with him for at the very least, several days, but there could be lots of gloved petting and making him swallow things before deciding to bid.

The man was running openly about the room, already. Both hands dedicated to his balance and not one thought to hide his own penis, anymore. They understood the Tools from his tainted shower, would be causing him to forget everything but the most immediate. This is why Targets are often bound and forced to watch screens with carefully chosen imagery. This was precision reprogramming, but exercises like the one playing out at the event, showed how easy it was for his mind to lose things and how quickly the Tools caused him to think of penis. The boys he was chasing had begun discarding clothing items. Some of them were tossed at him and he batted those away as he chased them still. The Clients all watched as the naked man continued chasing the group of Hooks, the boys, who were now naked and showing off as they dodged him. Finally, they let him catch up and the entire group became a pile of men in the middle of the floor. He wrestled with one until he’d pinned them and tried to speak, but everyone saw the confused look when he couldn’t finish the demand. “Caught you! Now, give me …” His grip sustained, but his brow furrowed. Two men assumed position in front and behind him, for the final push to penis. “Give me…” he said, quieter.

The man behind him pressed up to his backside, a long penis rising around his cheeks and resting on his back. “Give you this?” “Or this?” The man in front had grabbed his head and drawn close, another long penis down his cheek. The two men each focused on their task and he was pulled back and forth between them. Spit and pre was being wiped up his ass crack and the tip of a penis was already pushing his jaw open. He wasn’t ready for it, but he didn’t know how to stop. The penis now completely filling his mouth and still entering, the penis at his ass pushed his other sphincter wide. He tried to gasp, but his mouth was full of cock, so he only sucked the cock further in, unable to swallow just yet, but already drooling around the shaft, making the penis wet enough to slide; and as the cocks slid in him, he forgot ever not having cock in him and began caressing the men around him, finding other cocks and jerking them was the only thing he could still do on his own, because the two cocks filling his holes had no need for his attention. They just were. He was full of cock. He was full of cock and he wanted … more.

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“Wait a second… tell me again how this was going to help you clean up the garage?”

The thrusting, now quick jabs back inside, continued.

“I don’t want you to think about that.”

“You don’t want me to think a—“

“All I want you to think about is my cock.”

“Your cock.”

“That’s right, boy, think about my cock.

Ramming. Jabbing. Piston fucking.

A moan. “Think about your cock.” “Cock” makes an open mouth and he never quite stays the word,just moaning the rising lust.

“Attaboy, open up for me.”

“Think only about cock…”

The words drifted in the air. He didn’t even really understand. He did for a moment, but by the time he said the words, the only thing in his head was the cock in his ass.

“You’re mine, now. You’re my boy.”

“I’m your boy.”

“You are for my cock.”

“I am for cock.”

“Good boy.”

They were once friends, but for some men, the Tools are irresistible.

They usually also aren’t careful with the Tools, and we add them both to our stables.

“For my cock. For my cock. For my cock.”

He’s repeating it as he continues to rape his former friend.

His former friend is no longer unwilling, happily swallowing the cock he was reprogrammed for, using whichever hole he tries to enter.

“For my cock. For my cock…” He no longer means the words. The only one he knows anymore is “cock” as he cums and rests and grabs his friend again and fucks him some more.

The men who arrive in the morning, to pick them up, place a gag in front of his mouth, just big enough to fill his mouth, widen his jaw and flatten his tongue. He stops trying to speak and they both accept the physical directions of the men in suits. When he arrives, naked men happily remove his gag and replace it with the real thing. He has no idea he wasn’t doing this yesterday and gladly swallows cock for the first time, as other men begin to train his ass.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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It’s true the Company Tools have the potential to rewrite men’s minds, but the success of their use is not guaranteed. Dosage, timing, and contemporaneous suggestions all must occur within a certain range, in order to assure complete and successful reprogramming. At the same time, complete and successful reprogramming doesn’t even guarantee it was precisely as desired.

While the Target was successfully convinced to remove his clothing and be his owner’s new pet, he didn’t accept his owner’s cock, so much as fill his owner with his own. Often, this is the result of hasty training and means the owner is being filled with tainted cum — and they’ll both be back in the building stable by morning. Except neither of them, this time, will have any clothing at all.

AXEL ROCKMAN & RIDICK

Men At Play – Hotel X | Dry Cleaning