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His interest is in training his body for looks. He does as the trainer says in every session, doing everything the trainer says will give him the body he wants. This position is often used once it is introduced. There are others like it; ones the trainer will make slight changes to as he provides the target with energy drinks which have more tools in them than water. The target doesn't notice when they are alone in their routine. He doesn't question as they shower together each time. He isn't deterred when they start lifting before they finish dressing. They sit there, trainer on top, quite naked. The trainer, the hook, has his ass lubed and ready as it hovers above the target's crotch. The hook motivates the target with words that arouse. The target's cock rises into the hook's lubed ass. The target's cock is covered in the tainted lube on the hook's ass cheeks and rises further into them. The hook knows how to move and directs the cock right to his hole and into his ass. The target is no longer lifting weights, but lifting the hook as an excuse to drop him and thrust his cock in. He doesn't even know he does it. His mind is almost gone and for the moment entirely subdued. He fucks the target until he cums. Then his mind returns, if only enough to stand and stumble. The hook's cock is now before his face and his mind is lost, again. He impales himself on the cock, slobbers and swallows it and is never himself again.

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.

Now he is unconscious, he will be stripped and tied. His first lesson in the gay sex that will come to define his very being will begin as soon as he wakes and recognizes his ass is already plugged with an inflatable dildo.

It turned out, she’d known for years we were doing this. I accidentally said something to him in front of her and there was a tense moment when we thought it was all going to end, but that’s when she confessed she knew it all. She showed us the video and told us how many times she had deliberately gotten me excited before leaving us alone together. She had done it all, because she knew I wanted it. Somehow, she knew way before I did how much I loved having cock and having his cock and having his cum in me and all over me and … it didn’t matter. From that moment on, we lived as her pets and she kept us naked and fucking. One day, she introduced us to someone; a nice and hunky wolf with another cock for us to love erupting in our faces.

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.

I’m telling you, you’re sexy. Look in mirror, see that? Open shirt. Good. See, sexy? Take off shirt, open pants, good boi. Better, right? Remove pants, and enjoy yourself. Nice erect cock, good boi. Sexy fuck. Now, suck my cock you sexy slave fuck. Good boi. Good cock-boi, good.

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.

Erik was trying to get his coach to give him better help than “focus on taking the other guy down” and “get on top of him” and then there was the time he swore he heard “focus on going down on the other guy”… Erik was out of it. His dick was raging hard and he couldn’t think about wrestling. He wanted to stop, but coach just thought it was nerves. “Open up and take him,” coach said as he pushed Erik back into the arena. Erik’s cock throbbed at the thought of swallowing this guy’s dick. What would happen, he wondered, if the uniform slipped during a move and his mouth just happened to envelope his opponent’s head and shaft. Their heads were in each other’s crotches all the time, anyway… Erik decided to try it. Somehow, shoving his face full of cock seemed the perfect solution to his own insistent erection. And as Erik quickly discovered, it was very easy to turn the wrestling match into sex on the matt. Erik even got to sit on that cock. He felt so much better sitting there, watching the coaches approach them. He thought the coaches weren't going to mind, but he wasn't sure if it was because the coaches were both naked or because they were both sporting raging hard-ons. When one of the coaches was close enough, he grabbed hold of those hips and jammed that cock in his face. Erik quite forgot about the wrestling, he was so busy stuffing all the cock in his holes. He was happy with cock in his holes. When they started showering him with cum, he even felt content.

He thinks he’s been chosen for a casual camping documentary. Each night, we slip a few drops on his lips and take away some of his clothing. Every morning, he just thinks he’s been forgetful, but we encourage him on and, wearing a little less than the day before, he smiles for the photos and hikes the path we’ve planned out. Tomorrow, he will start meeting men along the way. Eventually, they will all be as naked as he is, but even from the start, they give him undeniable erections. When he finally has no pants (by which point, he has had many, many drops in his sleep) and the man he meets has access to it, our star gets his first blowjob. He apologizes for engaging that way during the documentary, but we encourage him to behave any way he chooses. He is ready to be one of the cock slaves by the time we get to the stable. He has no idea that’s where we’ve always been leading him.

Kneel before me, you pathetic faggot. You didn’t suck my dick as I wanted last time… You hesitated to take it so deep that you will gag… You disobeyed my commands, so I figured out a good training for you. Just look into my eyes, and touch my pants. Can you feel my cock through the leather? Suck my fingers. Do you feel the taste of my cock on it? I will move them in… and out… each movement will relax you more and more, and each movement will be deeper and deeper… Just give in to the feeling, and sink deep for me…

Good boy… Now you are completely blank. Whenever I put my fingers or my cock into your mouth you will drop back instantly to this state… You will lose your personality for that time, but its a really tiny price for an obedient slut..

I just love being on the beach. The tight or loose shorts, the freeballing, and the hard bodies are driving me crazy. The way as the guys are walking around in their semi wet shorts and their cock is bouncing back and forth, left and right is just stunning. I usually just put up my sunglasses, I sit down in a deck chair, and enjoy the view… My eyes are covered, so they don’t see me peeking, it’s a perfect programme for summer.

One day I saw something that I’ve never before: a guy in 80s style shiny shorts. They are really rare, and really soft. I always had a thing for the guys with these tight and really short shorts. The way it shows their muscled thighs. The way the sun shines on them. The way they make ones cock seem bigger. Man, I loved those times. I was drooling as this guy walked on the beach with his surf board, yet my mouth ran dry. I had to lick it, and as I did it, he might have noticed me. He stopped and turned to me with a cocky smile. He knew that I was staring at him. He knew that he was super sexy. He knew that he was irresistible to me.

He just stood there smirked and started to scratch his balls. Slowly deeply to make his dick visible. It was not only the shorts, he had quite a size. Then he started to move his thighs: lifting the left one, then the right. Maybe he is just getting ready for surfing and I was not busted… I tried to look away but as the sun glittered on his shorts my eyes were stuck on him. Then he put his hands inside his shorts grabbing his dick. He started to stroke, slowly up and down… Up and down… He was getting hard. Me too. I just couldn’t stop watching him, I was stunned and mesmerised. My eyes followed his hands inside his shorts. Then he stopped. He pulled off his hand, and started to stroke his abs, his chest, driving my sight to his face. That show was for me, that’s for sure. I looked into his eyes, and I got lost in his gaze. It was like my mind was getting emptier with each moment I stare into his eyes. I felt like he was hypnotising me with those two big eyes. My body just froze, I was unable to move or just to look away. He called me, but I couldn’t move. I was so powerless, so weak, but I had to obey him. I used my remaining power to break the eye contact and focus on his semi-hard dick through his shorts. He started to move again. Left… Right… His dick was bouncing, the sun was glittering, and my conscious mind shut down. I woke up from the deck chair, kneeled down and crawled to his feet, still focusing on his crotch. I was not myself… What if somebody sees me? What if they post a picture on Facebook of me crawling on my feet to another guy? But I didn’t care. I reached my goal. He just gently grabbed my chin, lifting my face that was stuck on his shorts back to his eyes. He came closer, so as I was looking into his eyes, my lips finally touched the godly silky shorts and his dick. I was in another universe. He moved his hips, so my lips were sliding on his cock like heaven.

“You’re mine, stalker… Mine forever! Keep worshipping your god!” he said and placed his dick into my mouth.

I covered it in spit and then played with it until it covered me in cum. Then, I’d start drooling for more and go through the whole thing all over again. I was so happy to be his; so happy when he brought me his cock to love.

It’s a boy’s duty to please his daddy whenever he’s told.

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.

You think you have bested him. You think he is yours, because you have been on top of him. You think you have marked him by the cum you have spewed on his chest.

You never knew what those glowing blue eyes were really doing to your mind.

I had him right where I wanted him. He was trapped in a boat with me in the middle of the lake. He relaxed and took some photos and I helped myself to his cock. He snapped a few shots while I slipped his shorts off him; and ultimately took a nice photo record of my descent into his cock slave.

Maybe this was actually his trap for me...

We start with some regular photos. Just casual. Then we say we want an all day work look and get him sweaty and shirtless. Then we tell him he needs a bath and get him naked. He is embarrassed to be unable to stop his erection. We tell him it is fine. He soaks in the tub that has been specially prepared for him. Then we tell him he needs a fuck. Cock appears in his face and he knows only one thing to do with it: dribble and spit and swallow that shaft. He is very hungry. We knew he would be. We fed him lunch first, of course. That’s why he did everything we told him. Our company tools make cock slaves of any man. We use it to great effect. We lift him—his face still glued to the cock he is pressing down his throat—and press another cock into his ass. He moans for it, unexpectedly very happy to have so much cock in him. They begin to fuck him, vigorously, and he makes even louder noises; of sex and mindless pleasure. We have a new office slave to break in before selling. We like to have a particular brand.

Meaty, hairy, mindless, perpetually horny and hungry for cock is just how we like ‘em.

We do like the special case. Some spontaneous enslavement is one story we all get off on. Charles, here, responded quite well to the company tools, but the looks he started giving the camera crew made the hooks quite unnecessary. Charles first eyed the lighting director, who was soon on camera losing his clothes. The footage of the session, as recorded from the ceiling cameras, showed how the others at first laughed as the advertising department’s head of lighting became a target. Charles gave him such a look that Stevens forgot to not kiss them; swapping bodily fluids when they’re this saturated is never a good thing for free will. Stevens was blowing Charles as the others each decided they could risk some hand jobs on the recently former coworker. Charles, however, was quite aggressive and they all eventually did away with their clothes. The whole crew fucked themselves to sleep and woke up in the stables. Charles was quite popular among the other slaves and the employees. He became the most used for seducing company employees. Even one or two of the executives was finally knocked off his perch and guzzling cum with the best of them.

It’s heavy.

That’s right.

Let the rain soothe you.

The cloth blocks the rain,

soaks it up and becomes heavy.

Shed it.

Let the rain wash your naked body.

You are only right when you are naked.

Leave the clothes.

You have no need of them.

We have another just like you.

You have need of each other.

We will watch.

We will watch you indulge yourselves in one another.

The rains have freed you and now you find your place.

Your place is with cock.

More cock.

Any cock.

No cock will go without your attention.

You are a good boy.

They don’t know if it’s a sentence they agree with or were told. We just make sure it’s the thought that motivates them.

Because he cold called people for a living, Scott called a lot of people, but was rarely called himself. So when he got a call from a customer complaining about all the cold calls he was about to hang up but  found that the guy had a really  attractive voice. It was nice and relaxing to listen to and he found himself indulging the man by listening to what he had to say.

He suddenly realised he had dozed off and, checking the clock, saw that the man on the phone had been talking to him for over an hour.

He appologised  to the man, surprising himself with how much he meant it, and then foundhimself booking into a ceminar on cold calling the man had recomended. When the booking form asked who had recomended it he simply typed ‘Sir’ without thinking about it. There were sure to be  other cold callers there, he wondered if Sir himself would be  there.

He sat there in his chair, wondering if he should give up the cold calling job, not noticing that his shirt was unbuttoned and his hairy chest muscles exposed. And if he felt the soggy mess he had made in his underwear he dismissed it as a sign of how manly he was.