He Thinks Hes About To Start Training Our Man. Our Man Is A Hook, A Saturated One Wholl Do A Lot Of Sweating

He thinks he’s about to start training our man. Our man is a hook, a saturated one who’ll do a lot of sweating and need a lot of physical encouragement to the workout routine. Soon the target will have problems keeping his hands off our hook. Soon, he’ll advise they be naked so he can “monitor muscle movement”. When our hook mentions a massage, he won’t think twice. He’ll tell our hook to lie down and start to work his hands all over the sweaty saturated hook’s body. He’ll massage every protruding muscle until satisfaction. Satisfaction comes when we say it does.

"I just don’t think I’d be into it," Mike said as he and Manuel put their dishes in the sink. Mike had become friends with Manuel over the last couple years. It was a casual, no worries, see you after work for a sandwich, BS about games and work, see ya tomorrow kinda thing.

"You’ve never thought how fun it is to rub a dick on your face before swallowing it? It doesn’t sound the least bit entertaining?"

This was new.

"No, Manny, no matter how many times you say it."

"What if I mention nipples?"

Without a word, Mike reached up and tugged at the shirt Manuel had just been unbuttoning until Manuel’s nipples were exposed, just like he suddenly felt was appropriate. Mike leaned in and started sucking on one, just like it seemed should be done to a visible nipple. When Manuel started to open his pants, Mike reached down and made sure they were completely open, just as seemed usual. With open pants in front of him, Mike tugged on any underwear to make the cock visible. With any dick he can reach, it was getting rubbed all over his face. Precum was smeared in and tasted, savored and the more there was, the happier Mike became to love the cock. His pants tore when he dropped so quickly to put Manuel’s penis in his face. As the rest of Manuel’s clothes came carefully off, Mike’s suit became more and more tattered. Mike was responding appropriately to the sight of each aspect of the male body and having no care for any of his own clothing. The expensive and carefully tailored suit didn’t stand a chance against his new behavior. Mike had responded very well to the new method. We added Mike and the method to our regular repertoire.

"All done? Good. Just leave the towel there. Nice shower, yes? Felt good? Wonderful. Right this way. We have you for someone."

It all seems like a dream, but it never goes away. Seed like this just can't be allowed to go wherever it pleases. It needs to be milked and stored and carefully applied. Our genetics team will use it to make the next batches of slaves. Perfectly bread to be hairy and docile, perfect for unhindered training to be muscular and lustful. This dream is a never ending orgasm that he never wants to wake up from. He'll wake up, but only when we're ready to sell him at a premium. He was the top of his class, you see. We don't let that cum go just anywhere, or for very cheap. He can go live the life he was dreaming of and we'll put the new young head of the class in his place. "Pick of the litter", we sometimes like to call them.

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.