WarpHisMind

@desktop101

NSFW I find images on Tumblr or the web and add original captions along a theme of mind alteration, mind control, or self-desired submission. There are also images of unreal creatures of humanoid male form. If you find yourself on my Tumblr and don't like what you see or what I've imagined of you, I hope we can negotiate, but I'm willing to remove said post. Please, if it is illegal for you to view this content, be discreet or simply do not. I do not actively engage people on this Tumblr, but you can find my musings Behind the Desktop. This is not my plan for world conquest, but a place for my imagination to be shared. That being said, becareful: If you fit the bill, you will become a Target and a Hook will be on his way to seduce your mind to our desires.

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Anyone want to collab on stories, captions or videos? I’ve got a ton of sequences in the works

Bryce wasn’t usually interested in art. He only came as a favor for a friend. They were supposed to arrive together, but his friend sent a message about being late. Bryce didn’t mind. He wandered the gallery, patiently waiting for his friend to arrive. The art was … okay — still not really his interest, but he did spend time with each piece, thinking, pondering… growing…

Finally, he recognized his shirt felt a little tight. He had the thought, to unbutton his shirt and make room. It didn’t make sense, and yet his hands began to move. He tugged one button apart and then noticed his wrists; they seemed … hairy… he’d always imagined what he might look like with more hair, but for just a second … he could t tell if he was imagining it or not. Then, something caught his eye, he looked over as his hands kept moving, pulling at the buttons, tearing his shirt as he pulled the second and then the third —

He returned to his senses, if briefly. He remembered his friend and a latent sense of panic at incomprehensible changes motivated him to try to send a message. He typed out a few words when that same … something … caught his eye again. He turned. The phone slipped from his fingers and clattered to the floor. The noise drew his attention downward and that’s when he saw. His chest had grown. His biceps had grown — his forearms and hands … not just in size, but covered in fur. Thick and bristled hair now spread across his body.

His friend was forgotten. His thoughts were consumed by … a thought he didn’t understand. He wanted more, to see more … to be … more … … His fingers found their way to his belt and began to tug.

Szeretnék így tömve lenni….!

It was only his second week. He had been Targeted, quickly, and received doses immediately. His clothes started coming off as he obeyed permission to dress more and more casually, and then to use the boss’s bathroom to change, as well as accepting use of the bed in the tucked away room. He was walking around the office completely naked when he saw the video on the monitor and spoke without hesitation.

“Szeretnék így tömve lenni….!” He cut himself off. The tiniest reflection of his old self generating a moment of personal embarrassment.

His former boss reassured him. Everything was alright and he was glad his pet had spoken up about it. One quick message and a short couple of hours later, a group of men from the upper floors were giving him exactly what he asked for.

domcub4subdaddy

“Do you know why I’ve stopped you tonight?”

I summoned my power with a hand wave in the air. “Because you’re a submissive cockslut who needs his hole pleasured every time you see me?” The magic easily hooked into his years of sexual repression— he was mine.

His head drooped, and when he looked up he flushed red and sank to the floor. He feverishly groped his soon-to-be-plugged hole though his state-issue sheriff slacks. He looked up, his tongue hanging out, as he sputtered a lusty “Please…” How could I refuse such a sincere request. I figured I’d start with that billyclub up his chute as foreplay.

I directed him to give it to me and he promptly obeyed. I turned and handed it to my pet, directing him to prepare the object for entry. He knew what to do with it. In the meantime, I beckoned the crawling officer into the room and closed the door. He remembered to restate his first words to me, when he pulled me over. I had said the same thing to him, the first time, and he had only smirked— but then had leaned into my window and asked when he could come see me. Urgently.

I gave him instructions and then he tipped his hat, returned to his car, turned off the lights and drove away. I returned to the address on the I.D. and prepared for his arrival. I had been caught off guard, this time, so wasn’t sure I’d had the strength to properly affect him; but now I’d had the time to get ready, he was helpless against me. Inside a place of my choosing, willingly submitting for an unknown span of time. I rounded and stood in front of him. “Did you get those days off, like I told you?”

He had a couple of fingers in his mouth and drooled them out to answer me. “Yes, sir. An hour before I was off duty, I cleared the time off, just like you said. I’m here to be yours for as long as you like.” The fingers went back into his mouth and I nodded approval. I set about his rear end, teaching him how to better arch his back, and found the best spot to start ripping a hole to get to his sweet spot. It didn’t have to be perfect, after all, it was going to get wider anyway.

I opened up the layers and exposed him. Right on time, my pet came back and handed me the billyclub. I gave it a look over to be sure of any nicks or bad dents or malformations that wouldn’t be good, noted how expertly my pet had smeared lube on a portion of its length; enough to do the job, but not enough that it could gather and be claimed by gravity.

I praised my pet on his results and got started training the newest one.

bearholmer-deactivated20150523

You can’t afford to get caught. You stupidly thought that you could steal from a store and get away with it. It was your first time and you naively thought your plan would work.

However, as you get out of the store, the anti-theft alarm blares. What’s worse : the next-door donut shop’s door opens and policemen start running towards you. You can’t escape, they catch you mere seconds after your crime.

As they handcuff your hands in your back, you think about how that will ruin your life. You know you’ll lose your job as soon as they hear you’ve got a criminal record. Without a job, your girlfriend will obviously leave you. What’s gonna be left? Nothing! You can’t let that happen.

The policemen put you in their car and went back to the donut shop before finishing the paperwork. If you leave now, they’ll never know who you were. You still had one chance to save your life. You have to risk it all!

With your hands still in your back, you struggle to turn around to try to open the door, but you eventually succeed and it wasn’t even locked! You rush out of the car and start running. You look ridiculous running handcuffed, you know you have to hide.

You end up in a sketchy neighborhood that you wouldn’t usually visit. But right now, maybe that’s precisely what you needed. You see a man on his front porch looking at you. He looked like a criminal himself, so you head towards him hoping he’ll help you.

Without a word, he opens his front door and gestures to get inside. That was so easy! You get in, there’s a stale smell with a hint of mold. You definitely wouldn’t live here, but right now, you feel safe. You thank your host, who replies he loves hindering those pigs.

You ask him if he’s got something to break the handcuffs. He laughs at you and says that he likes that you’re rendered helpless with those cuffs. To those words, you feel a shiver down your spine and you wonder if it’s the last place you’ll see alive.

He sees your discomfort and approaches you with a grin. His breath smells like alcohol. “Listen, I’ll take them off. BUT! … Everything has a price.”

You’re ready to give him every penny you have so he would help you and keep it secret. You eagerly say “Name your price.”

You don’t know for how long it’s like that, but his face has a lustful expression you didn’t see before. With a devious smile, he answers : “Your ass.”

You really hope you misheard. There’s no way a man would use your ass, even less this man that looks like a criminal and smells like alcohol. You’re disgusted just to imagine what his dick looks like and how long since he washed it.

Your reaction must’ve been enough of an answer because he smiles with his yellow rotting teeth and laughs : “I know I’m not a prince charming, but I have needs and that little ass of yours looks so appealing.” He looks at you as if those words could’ve convinced you.

“Since you’re not cooperating, I bet those cops would love to have their suspect back, don’t you think?” You look through the dirty window and see the same cops as earlier looking around. Your host approaches the front door and puts his hand on the doorknob. “So, what will it be? Going to prison or giving me your ass?”

You have an impossible choice in front of you. On one hand, you already know you don’t want the cops to catch you. But they’re right in front, there’s no way you could escape if he opens that door. On the other hand, your ass has always been off-limits. It pains you just to think about having a dick down there.

However, in these circumstances, it feels like a temporary pain that will exempt you from a permanent horrible life. Your choice is made, but you can’t even say it out loud.

The rascal must’ve seen the look on your face because he took his hand off the doorknob to approach you while rubbing his crotch. You can’t even look him in the eyes as you say a weak “Wear a condom”.

You’re totally broken and mindless, he has to push you to guide you to his bedroom. There, he pulls down your pants to reveal your butt. He makes a groan of bliss while malaxing your cheeks with his rugged hands.

He makes you climb on the bed on your knees, then spreads your legs and makes you bend over. You couldn’t believe what was happening. You’re positioned in a way to offer your ass to a shady stranger. You never thought you’d find yourself there. He’s putting on the condom, but any second now, you’ll feel his dick inside you.

You feel the tip against your defenseless hole. You close your eyes and clench your teeth, getting ready for the worst. You feel his hands grabbing your hips, then he starts pulling you toward him. Your hole doesn’t even try to resist. The dick goes right inside you like a knife through butter.

You expected excruciating pain, but instead it’s more like a discomfort. Fortunately, the dick doesn’t move for now, letting you have some time to adjust and unclenching your teeth. When you almost don’t feel it anymore, the man starts thrusting.

That’s it. You’re getting fucked by that shady man in that seedy place. What’s worse : you don’t mind it anymore, even if you try to. The constant rhythm of his dick sliding back and forth brings warmth inside you. You get why people enjoy getting fucked!

Suddenly, he’s out of you. You feel like your hole is empty, you have the feeling of lacking something. The man asks you to open your ass yourself, you do as he says. “Damn! That tight plucker of yours has turned into a hungry hole! You must feel the empty space inside you, don’t you? You want me to get back in?”

Your brain sees a way out, but your head is already nodding yes. He leans over you to whisper with lust “How much do you want it?” You don’t even need to think about it : your nerves act on their own and your asshole starts pulsating as if it was begging. Still whispering, he adds : “I wanna hear you say it. Tell me you want Daddy to put his cock inside you.” Once again, not a single thought before your own voice says “Please Daddy, put your cock back inside me”.

The man puts his hand over his dick and rolls off the condom. The rubber falls to the ground with a plop that breaks the silence. With a big grin, he says : “Oops! It was my last one. Now, tell me again how much you still want it?”

Every part of you screams to not allow his bare dirty dick inside you. However, your ass feels so empty and you need something to fill that void inside you. So, reluctantly, you nod and he gets back in position.

You don’t know why, but you expected it to feel worse for you. Instead, his dick slid inside you as easily as before. You couldn’t even tell the condom wasn’t there anymore, maybe that was a blessing.

However, the man riding you was having way more fun and it showed. The slow and caring fuck was no more, it was instead a fast-paced in-and-out. As you were told, you held your ass open for him, helping him get back in over and over.

He was definitely more vocal than earlier, he was now moaning, calling you names and asking you to beg for more. You didn’t mind being degraded as such since his dick felt so good inside you.

You feel him getting closer to the finale. He fucks your ass with quicker moves and his words turned into groans. His dick is giving you a phenomenal pleasure at that moment. You try to hold it in, but you start cumming over your own jeans.

The contraction of your hole also brings him over the edge as he tightly grabs your hips to pull you until your ass is pressed against him. Right there, balls deep inside you, you feel his dick pulsating as it fills your guts with his cum.

He thanks you for letting him breed you. That’s when post-nut clarity hits you and you realize this shady man has cummed inside you while you willingly let him. You even held your ass open for him. You feel so dirty right now, disgusted at yourself

Even though he is now releasing you from your handcuffs, completing the deal, the guilt and the feeling inside your ass hit stronger than your freedom. You leave his place mindfucked, feeling changed.

You get home and your girlfriend bickers about how long you’ve been gone. You look at the most important person in your life, but at that moment, you feel nothing. Her voice is fading away while you realize how vain she is. You silently go to your room trying to forget what happened today.

The next few days go by quickly. You constantly think about how a man put his dick inside you and filled up your ass. You think about it so much that you don’t see how much you neglect your girlfriend.

She eventually got enough of it and kicked you out. You have nowhere to go, but you know where you need to be. You don’t even need to think about it, your legs instinctively lead you there.

You arrive in that familiar sketchy neighborhood, where you find the ramshackle house where you discovered yourself. You knock on the old door and the criminal-looking man opens, smiles with his rotten teeth and lets you in.

You don’t even speak a word, you go to his room, where you drop your pants, climb on the bed and spread your ass for him…

It was only a few days ago. He went with some buddies to camp in the desert for the weekend and it’s barely Friday again.

One of the nights, he got up to take a piss, but while he was finding a suitable cactus or rock far enough from the tent, he happened upon another guy out there. He was startled, but groggy; and basically didn’t care about him while he tried to empty his bladder. The guy said something while he was pissing, meaningless bleating as far as his tired brain seemed to allow — but then the man was directly behind him … or it seemed like it … he could swear there was a man’s chin on his shoulder, a goatee tumbling toward his right collar bone as a chest pressed against his back, but as he looked down at his dick, he saw his feet below and it weren’t feet he saw beside his own, but hooves and some right hairy shins. The man’s hands snaked under his arms, reaching up to his shoulders and strapping in like a backpack. The stranger was leaning full into him, with nowhere for his raging hard cock to go, but between his exposed butt cheeks. He … didn’t remember pulling his pants below his waist, at all, but there was no mistaking the furry … mass ... so large of a pubic bush, and a meaty rod against him, wiggling deeper and finding his weakness… He didn't know he had a weakness. He’d never been any kind of anything with another man before, but something about this all felt so natural and … exactly what he wanted. He arched his back just slightly and helped the yearning billy find his virgin entrance and penetrate him. Precum was helping him slide around, mere moments past as movement helped spread the slick, and allow him to fully enter him. The goat nibbled at his ear as his unnatural penis stretched into his anus and began to drip directly inside him. The motion in barely stopped, even when he reversed direction because he was as deep as could be, introducing the man to the first hint of a rhythm. The steady stimulation of a shaft through his sphincter was an intense ride for the first few strokes, but the satyr was speeding up. At no point he could quite recognize, did the long and even movements become quick, rapid jabs into his prostate. A man rod of flesh was a piston through his rectum and hitting him with such force every second, as if that's how it had been happening all along. The bliss he felt as he was reduced to an ornament for a cock rivaled nothing he had ever experienced. An incomprehensible few moments or stretch of hours as the thrusting cock became everything. The first penis he had ever had inside his body was now his body. His feet did not touch the ground. The satyr’s body drew closer than he thought possible. The entire front of the man’s chest more immense than his entire body, finding the place to rest and relax and … grow in a wider patch than before, existing all the way from his Adam’s apple, over both mounds of lean pectoral muscle, undulating across hills of abs, swirling around the basin of his belly button and … trailing off toward the cock that was absorbing him — the cock was in him, the cock was below him, he was nothing but fur spreading even further up and across a chest with the ever erect phallus below pointing the way with

A shot shattered existence and he stumbled forward onto the rock that still bore the mark of his urine, drying in the arid night. A cock was ejecting itself from his ass cheeks like a slow motion barrel bolt disengaging from the locked position — an eternity of the grinding of the textures as the bolt slides conspicuously out of the safe position and unleashing a freedom that —

“Hey, who is that!” The cock was free of his ass, but groggy mind couldn’t process enough to turn around and glimpse his assailant, the man whose chest he thought he would never miss… Instead, both he and his friend only heard the receding footsteps of a figure neither of them ever saw. A flash of those hooves by his feet went through his head, but he shook off the strange imagery and dashed it all away with the rest of his dreams. He recognized his pants had fallen down, tho, so he made a wiggling effort of holding himself steady and pulling them back up, as his friend approached.

“You alright? Who was that?” The questions didn’t matter. He wanted to go back to sleep. He had enough thought to notice how well he could see in such pitch black, thanks to the tiny lights that were permeating nature — but he had enough wit in him to deem the thought too conscious an effort for a mind desiring slumber, so he cast them away and drunkenly greeted his friend when he stepped up next to him. There was much fumbling as his friend helped him to return to their tents. The other men were still sleeping, but just before they reached the edge, the perimeter of the area, ready to enter, to slip right in — the pair took a tumble. He landed right on top of his friend, chin over his shoulder, whispering of dreamy bliss and beautiful penis. His friend tried to resist, but quickly changed his mind. Instead of pulling away, he pushed his ass up and into the awakening groin of his friend. Through no sequence either of them recognized, the pants both of them wore were out of the way of a virgin cock from taking a virgin ass. It was an entirely human affair, but uncharacteristic of both of them, a human load of cum was pumped into a human ass; where it left a need that was reenacted the following night. It was a blur. His dripping cock had entered his friend and he had fucked him and he had pumped a surging load of cum into his friend — in the span of an instant. For the moment, the pair rose as one and returned to the inside of their tent. The friend whose ass was now full of his friend’s cum, tried to speak through a strange heady feeling, about what had drawn him outside, in the first place: the intense sounds of fucking. What resulted was a wordless joining of their bodies through the night. The real change would happen later, but for that first night, the two tried desperately to press into each other as hard as possible. They eventually dozed with his cock firmly, comfortably, fully, erect and inside his friend. Better than spooning.

In the day, the pair struggled to put the night out of their minds. They roused and cleaned discretely and dressed, joining the rest of the group outside. Their denial seemed to work, for the most part, but they also repeatedly leaned in close to each other, away from the rest, and talked in cryptic terms about how much of his cock was going into his friend at the first discrete opportunity.

The days had their charm, the group of friend as they were. They had enjoyed each others' company for many years. Although none of them had quite grown so close, before, they all had the awareness to recognize he and his friend were now fucking through each night. It hadn't been clear, at the very first, but it was an open secret after the second night. When the pair were alone in the tent again, there was no denying it; there was no discretion — and the sounds of their passion were too genuine to be mocked by friends as they were. When the vacation ended and everyone went home, his friend came home with him. They settled back in normally enough, apart from how his friend didn't have any clothes. What he had was dirty, so after they showered and fucked, his friend borrowed a shirt; but didn't bother putting on pants. They fucked the whole day, orgasm after orgasm inside his friend's ass, dripping for a fuck moments later, dripping inside him when they wake and when they sleep and fucking him and pumping him. He gripped his friend so hard and pulled so tightly with each pound, and his friend gripped him and pulled in reply, the pair of them pulling closer than they ever thought possible. His friend was so much a part of his erect cock, he didn't see there being a difference anymore. His friend was his cock. His friend was the widening hair as the bush around his cock thickened and his happy trail filled in just a little more. This is what they were working toward. They were becoming one. His friend was for phallus and he was controlled by his phallus. His erect cock was all of his motivation. It quivered in front of him in the open air. The swollen carpet that now extended up his front and a little below his shaft softening the folds in his skin, caught the breeze from the open window as he sat alone in his room. He breathed a contented sigh thinking of his friend as he looked down at himself. For a moment, he did actually wonder where his friend had gone, but he knew where his friend was. He began to feel a strange thought in his mind about his friend. It seemed like something was wrong with what happened, but he didn't understand what it could be. His hand found its was to his shaft and he caressed himself into his fist, gently masturbating his erection. He was a little longer now, too. His friend hadn't only given him more hair. Something ... seemed like it should be wrong, but he only sat bemused.

It was late in the day. Just as he thought about it, the knock came at the door. Two friends were over, as planned. He remembered the conversation about introducing someone else. They were ... going to play cards or something, perhaps. One of the two was one of the friends from the camp, but the other was a man his friend was introducing to them. He answered the door and ushered them inside before they noticed he had no pants. They did notice his gait was different. It was another surprise that he was clenching his toes together, tightly; and walking on the balls of his feet. No answer was given, directly. The attention going downward, they had all stopped at his bouncing erection. His other friend asked about the nights at the camp and where his friend was. There was an awkward few moments as the tone in the room shifted again, but he managed to push the new friend down on his back between him and his other friend. Clothes vanished, incomprehensibly, and the two friends were soon pushing their cocks into the new friend, at both ends. It was stronger, now. His friend had given him even more than he knew and it was enough to get him the next part. His other friend took very well to stuffing his first man throat — somehow intuiting that he must stretch the throat and push through it so it produced enough thicker drool, that he could begin to fuck with abandon as if ... as if some other hole he used to fuck, but he brushed past thoughts out of his head and focused on filling a man's throat with his throbbing erection. His other friend looked up and they locked eyes. He and he began finding a rhythm together, synchronizing their cocks into the man between them. The men tugged as they fucked, gripped and pulled with each beat of their rhythm into one another. He and his other friend raised their arms toward each other, pounding — neither of them sure when his other friend had lifted his legs or become lubed enough to be entered; another virgin hole penetrated, tamed, owned. They kissed and his goatee started to wiggle as it dangled between their thudding forms. The man between them had become his longer cock, his thicker fur, the toes that stayed together and the longer foot; the goatee he never had before. He fucked his other friend, surging into him, blasting into him, being him. His cock stretched and the fur spread as he began to calm his writhing hips. He laid alone in his room, tenderly running his hands over his skin and through his fur, thinking of the men and their dicks. His erection bobbed even when he was still and he looked out the window. The sun was going down. He was pretty sure he knew where he could find some other guys in secluded spaces... or ... his fingers twirled his goatee and stroked the new stubble around his chin ... He could even download an app to his phone and just have men show up at his door...

Inspired by request @randy1790

Just some lads watching a football game. The host is providing beverages. Some minutes in, when a team scores the first goal, everyone hears a yell: “You lost the bet, lose your shoes!” One of the lads starts kicking off his shoes.

So it begins. No, matter who scores a goal or gets a card, someone yells: “You lost the bet, lose your phone!” There’s usually just one Target, but sometimes more. They willingly give up their belongings and their clothes.

Finally, with all the other lads now openly jerking dicks poking out of their pants and only one naked man who’s confined to all fours, someone yells: “You lost the bet, open your mouth!” He may later need to be told to open his throat, too, but he will now lick any dick and allow him to wipe it across his face.

He only stops trying to talk when cock is literally blocking his airway. To him, he’s still just hanging out with the lads to watch the game — long after everyone has stopped watching the game and the game is over, and the night is wearing on and a new day is dawning and the last few men passing him around are finally at the end of their stamina — as his own mind is finally losing consciousness with cocks around him (limp and flaccid, but for the hard ones thrusting in him, but also the few guys who are hard but tired and spent but all he sees is an unattended hard cock) does the switch ultimately flip, dozing off as they thrust;

and he wakes up empty

The only thing on his mind is his eagerness to get another cock back in one of his holes, determined to resume slurping up the lads’ cum loads.

I don’t know how it happened. We were playing a game in my bedroom, lying on the bed like we always did. Next thing I know, I’m on all fours, a pillow between my legs and my friend mounting me. I started to resist, but his arm wrapped around my shoulder, pinning my arm and his hand coming down around my neck, holding me underneath him as he began to poke me. I made some weak attempts to resist, but for some reason, I didn’t want to escape. The pokes in my ass narrowed inside my ass crack and then found my pucker, bouncing and then pushing into it — into me. My eyes drifted shut and his hand moved against the headboard. He bottomed out against my ass cheeks and bounced back. In a moment he was giving me a fuck I never knew I would let him give me. His shaft dragged against the walls of my ass and my sphincter, the head of his cock bumping into my prostate and driving an ecstasy I never imagined possible. He humped and thrusted and pounded my bliss until he grunted and I felt him unloading in my guts. He uprighted himself, leaning his spent cock into my ass, and texted a few of our friends. He never left, holding my ass ready with his chubby dick — until the first of our buddies arrived and dropped trou. Only then did my friend pull himself entirely out of me, to be replaced as quickly as possible by the second cock to fill my ass … ever. This time, it was a fuck, pounding was pounding and harder pounding cock into my — head being lifted by a fist gripping my hair and sliding a cock into my dry mouth. My mouth didn’t stay dry, though, and my throat learned what it felt like for a shaft to keep sliding until my face was pressed into the soft flesh around a bro’s cock, holding my jaw wide while a cock deposited another load in my guts and then got replaced by another new cock just as my throat got flooded by my first load and then wiped off on my face as another eager dick pushed into my mouth.

He’s none too impressed with being naked, but he understands this is in aid of something. In truth, it serves only the purpose of severing the connection he has, to being entirely … domesticated. The goal is that he be regarded as … successfully trained — not to say retrained, or even reprogrammed. He may reveal to people he knows, the life he is beginning to choose, but he will loose the tether he has to them or include them in it. His new master may enjoy a full litter of mindless cocks. This one has only begun his transformation, having recently discarded his clothes, he covers himself in modesty and embarrassment. Within a few minutes, that same hand is no longer hiding but toying with his penis; himself no longer retracted but loose and comfortable. He is comfortable in his nakedness and soon drops his hand and follows you, says hello to those you introduce and forgets any motivation to hide his body from the crowds around him. Indeed, the training he receives makes him forget to ever want to cover himself. When he leaves this place, he does not wear his earlier clothes, nor does he seek extras that had been packed. When next he bathes, he towels off and wraps himself to leave the washroom, but discards the towel on a sofa before finally returning it; and never does he put clothes on again. In his own home or his new owner’s, he is only naked without his collar.

beardads-village

It was a strange thing, this retreat. I had thought Beardad’s Village was just a monicker, but they really promoted us all being proud of our fur, to let it grow, to let it be seen, to be seen by others, to see others, to admire one another either at a distance or up close, to get close and smell and touch each other, to lick and feel one another, to stimulate the other men to erection and to respect those erections by taking them in, by letting other men penetrate you and thrust in you, to receive them and welcome men stuffing your holes and using your spit as lube, dropping the resistance to lust with our cocks and take other cocks and savor the cum, use the cum for lube for more men and licking it up from the fur where it dropped

He’s complained to his roommate several times already, about him jerking off without hiding it. Always yanking it without locking or even closing the door. After narrowly evading an embarrassing situation with a friend, he headed straight to his room after his friend left. Only when he entered the room, he found it empty. Confused, he looked around and checked the monitor. There was a video on pause and he found himself almost curious enough to click play — but he didn’t want anything to do with his roommate’s things; he just wanted to confront him about the near public masturbation.

Except he practically heard the words “play me”, and only almost made it back out of the room before he found himself reaching for the button to resume the video. He didn’t understand what he was looking at, but he was focused on the screen. There were sounds and colors and sometimes he thought he saw a word, but took his clothes off anyway. Naked, he sat in the chair and stared until the video finished, finally obeying his first order: to lean back and await directive.

His roommate finally emerged from the shadows and unplugged his ears. He touched the unresponsive man, running his fingers through the halo of fur on his body. He took a breath and informed his hypnotized roommate that he would never again wear clothes inside their dwelling. When he entered and removed his clothes, he would not wash them, but throw them away. And when at last he had thrown away the last of his clothes, he would beg for a collar so he wouldn’t be naked anymore.

I’d accepted the download and accessed the camera function. Obviously, I had no idea what else was in the program, I just took the couple of selfies and then browsed the options a bit … before feeling the first urge to remove something. The shirt was the most sensible thing, so off it went and I took another selfie straight away. I didn’t apply any of the options, though, so I went back to browsing them. It only took a moment to pry my shoes off; which made it a lot easier to get my pants out of the way. Once the watch and my socks were gone, I was totally uncovered. I don’t often feel every brush of air that goes by, but I felt everything now. It was good. I … don’t know why it was good, but …

A knock at my door answered that question. A man reached out and cradled my chin as he inserted a lengthy gag. With it in place, he fastened it round my head and then attached the lead. I followed him away, feeling only a fraction of concern as my door remained open and everything of mine stayed behind. The first time I sat down, I received my second gag. Then, the first one was removed from my mouth and I was given my third. It was a flesh one with a man attached and they had to force it deep. My neck opened as he thrust deeper and deeper, over and over again. My first one was returned and then they had me stand; which meant my second one came out. Thankfully, a fourth was there to fill me up again. Maybe it was just the third again, I’m not sure. All I want is to be full.

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"Oi mate, are you the new player they've brought on? The out and proud queer, right? Perfect, my missus hasn't put out for fucking ages, and I'm desperate for a tight hole to fuck. You can suck me off right now before training starts, and I'll wreck that arsehole of yours next time."

"What? You've got a boyfriend? Do I look like I give a rat's arse about your bloody boyfriend? Get on your knees and get your mouth round my cock before I make you. Trust me, mate, you're going to struggle taking me as is. Don't add pissing me off. Otherwise, you'll really be hurting."

"You'll tell the team gaffer, will you? Why the fuck do you think they hired a bitch like you? It wasn't because of how well you play footy, I'll tell you that. That's it; if the gaffer hasn't broken you in properly, I'll have to do so myself. That tight arse of yours is definitely going to be hurting tomorrow. Don't say I didn't warn you."

“He said what before the game? No, that wasn’t right. He definitely shouldn’t have been treating you like that before the game. I’m glad you said something, because we have a very particular process about this and now we have to make changes. For example: How did your first game go?”

“Exactly. We didn’t make much use of you, yet, because it wasn’t time. We’re very glad to have you here. We don’t care about your previous or existing personal relationships. We care what you can contribute to the team. You go get showered up, I’ll make sure the boys stick around. They’ll be changed and ready to go by now, so let’s be quick. Don’t worry, they’ll be happy to get started earlier than expected. You get in there and clean up and don’t worry about a thing.”

—

The team receives a message: Time to step up the plan, because someone shot their mouth off and already dominated him. I’ve no time to discipline the one, right now, because we have to make sure he submits properly before he leaves, thanks to whoever it was. I don’t care. Now: get in there while he’s showering and dispose of his belongings. Make whatever arrangements you need, because we will be coring out our new cum dump today. Enjoy it now, because I’ll make you rue it later, for fucking up the plan.

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I was grateful to my buddy for spotting me during my workouts, but when I started doing some lifts on my back, the squats he was doing kept causing him to bump my face. My eyes were repeatedly covered by his thick bulge and I could smell his musk, practically wiping himself across my nose, so the smell in my nostrils got stronger and stronger. After the first set, I mentioned how his shorts kept rubbing on my face. He stepped back and apologized, and a moment later, for my second set, his dong was hanging out and bumping my chin as his ball sack rested across the bridge of my nose. The smell was even stronger as I completed the second set, since he was rubbing himself directly across my face. I said something again, so this time, he helped me reposition on the bench before starting my third set. This time, my head was a little bit tilted, hanging from the edge just slightly. We tested it before actually doing the set, but it wasn’t until he gripped my chin and helped me open up, letting his cock into my moist face hole… he told me I was dong great and recommended I try to swallow, but when I did, his meat slipped deeper until I couldn’t quite breathe. My jaw was forced wide as he pushed himself inside and I began to gag. I coughed and he pulled back and asked if I was alright. I told him I was a bit surprised; which was the truth. I don’t think I’ve ever had a guy inside me like that and I wasn’t sure what was happening. He comforted me and reassured me, saying I was already doing very well and inserting himself as he told me to swallow and relax. He was a little more lubed as he pressed back in, going much deeper until his balls rested on my face again. He was stuck for a moment, as I felt his cock trying to push beyond the back of my mouth, stretching my throat until his head made it and suddenly he sank another couple of inches. I couldn’t breathe for the huge man meat in my face and the taint stretching up my forehead. All I could feel was his cock, all I could taste was his cock and all I could hear were his encouragement, his counting, his telling me I was doing so well and stretching me further than I thought I could go… and then relenting so I could breathe again. I slurped as his cock gave room and he told me to get ready for a steady rhythm. Then, he began to regularly enter and leave my throat, forcing me to breathe only sometimes and letting my cock slime drip up my face with each cycle of his dick, the shaft sliding along my lips as his massive nest helped me get used to receiving. After a few more sets, he was pumping into me with no problem. He congratulated me on my progress and once again told me to get ready for the next step. I held onto the bar above me as someone lifted my legs and leaned into me, creating some real pressure as he reminded me to relax. My throat was in no place to protest as I felt my hole briefly massaged and pressed and stretched just the same as my throat. I could feel a thickness filling me up. It was so difficult to take, but as dependable as the rhythm through my mouth, he assured me I was doing great — when suddenly the stuffing I received from below hit a spot that sent waves of ecstasy through my entire body. I couldn’t tell, because my shorts were in a bundle across my groin, but I was erect, prodded from within as they used my holes, unable to think for the pleasure I felt as they used me, pumped me, stuffed me, filled me — Then, I was told to brace just before I could feel extra squeezing and ejaculation. I was in a daze as a spent cock withdrew, comforted and again reassured as emptiness lingered in the brief couple of moments before I was stuffed again. A new cock using my hole to relieve another man as he worked to deposit another load. It was tough work, but I endured the hours of endless cock that followed. I don’t even know who the other men were.

“Hard as a Rock,” I said to him — and watched the trigger work its magic.

His eyes fluttered as his hands shifted. In halting movements, at first, as the signals from his brain became mixed. “Hard as a Rock,” he said to himself, reinforcing the trigger; which was how he’d been trained. To respond if he hears anyone say it and to say it several times, any time he hears it. He trails off as he loses the ability to articulate most words, his fingers increasing in dexterity as they find and open his pants, move his underwear aside and begin to jerk himself to erection. Once erect, he awaits his next instruction.

“Fill me up, daddy,” was the first wake up trigger I programmed into him. With it, I have a very smooth way of reigniting his conscious mind just before he orgasms. It’s just as slow as his descent, so he has a lot of time to recognize but not change what’s happening before he succumbs to the carnal urge to release what he’s been pumping up the whole time he’s been on stand by. I’ve woken him up inside both my ass and my throat, after a few weeks. The routine is all very dependable. Afterward, I’m vocal about my gratitude as well as some (only slightly) feigned praise about his stamina, so he knows each time, he’s been fucking my hole for a while.

Then comes the day I don’t trigger him, but instead ask him if he wants to pump a load in me again and I watch him have a debate with himself, over how much he thinks he doesn’t want to, but how much he knows he wants to release and how many times he’s already been confronted with the best part of doing it. He agrees and actually makes the lucid decision to stuff his own cock in my throat — grips my hair and everything. He says to me “I’ve done this so many times, but it’s like I never remember when it starts. Fucking you is a weird experience, but I love how much you’re taking it when I fill you up. Never thought I would.”

I don’t respond, of course, but begin to consider, now, the method of getting cock inside him and having him utter his own wake up trigger.

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I obeyed. Jerking my hard cock, I leaned my head back just a bit and let boss step up to me. His feet straddled my knee and his own big hard cock bounced as he flexed his abdomen. One of his hands accepted my head, comfortably communicating through his touch, that my head was to go where he guided me. He flexed and stepped forward, pulling me in and it became bouncing his big fat dick on my face. He told me to imagine my dick as his dick rubbed my skin, my cheek, my forehead, poked my eye. I was jerking harder and harder, just thinking of my dick on someone’s face like that. I’d done it to my girlfriend once; I already knew how hot it was to smack a face with a dick. It means that face is yours and you’re going to teach it a couple things.

The man standing over me goaded me on, telling me to jerk my cock all the while he was banging his dick on my face. I just imagined seeing his dick on my face, looked up at him and saw passed his giant member, blurry so close; falling on my eye and making me wink as he smacked his meat on me over and over again. I saw him smiling past his dick as he told me how hot it was for me to be jerking off like this. I mean, I was horny as fuck most days. I was feeling a bit more eager than usual, but my … my boss? whoever he was, smiled as he aimed his dick more and more down at my lips. Finally, he told me to open my jaw and I did. My mouth slipped open and his dick started to snake inside. He told me to just let it in and I let him go as far as I could. I’ve never had a dick in my mouth, so I wasn’t ready yet, to quite welcome him in. I’ve fucked lots of girls’ faces, but never knew what it was like.

Thankfully, my … coach —my master, I guess — gave me some great tips that helped me open up and really take him deep for my first time. It was only a few inches, at first, but I learned to really swallow his shaft. I could feel my neck stretching and my first dick rubbing all over my inside and opening me up. The slime soon started and he told me how good a sign that was, catching it when it dangled and swung and laying it across my face, so I had a lot of bubbly throat drool coating my face by the time I came. My owner said my next lesson was beginning. He said I can cum all I want, but I’m always his until he finishes. It was a bit of a strain after I came. I gagged and coughed a bit more, but as his cock continued ramming down my throat, I started to get hard again. That’s when he said I had earned a reward. I muffled the question around his shaft, but it was just a ton of gagging — except he did understand and he told me my reward.

My reward was he was going to dump his seed right into my throat. So I jerked my cock as he really got to pounding my recently virgin neck. I jerked my cock when he neared his climax and found even further depths inside me. I jerked my cock as he squeezed me into his groin. My nose was squished against him as he cried out, flexing his cum directly into my stomach. I jerked my cock as he finished and began to relax again, slowly pulling himself from me as I furiously masturbated. He told me to finish up and go home, but to report extra early and take a shower in his office bathroom. I was to throw my clothes away as soon as I came in the next day. He wanted to get me ready for the rest of the building, by having the rest of the office (like two or three floors) run a train on me, first. He slowly slid his entire length back in and down my throat and I almost came

As you watch the thumbnail of the video sent but an unknown number, a shiver runs down your spine. It's you, on your knees, a thumb in the mouth. Who does that video come from? When was it taken?

You excuse yourself and go to the bathroom. You definitely don't want to watch it with your girlfriend next to you. You grab your headphones, lock the bathroom door and sit on the throne to start the video.

You're kneeled next to a bed you don't know. It looks like the middle of the day, but shouldn't you be at work at that time? A hand comes into the frame. You watch yourself latching onto its thumb like a thirsty calf would on an udder. A voice comes from the cameraman :

"You won't remember being here. But as you watch this video, your memories will come back one by one."

That version of you doesn't care about what he says. You just look him straight in the eyes while you suck his thumb. You look like you're eager to be praised, and ready for the next command.

As you watch the screen, you feel the fingerprint of his thumb against your tongue. You feel the salty taste of his skin in your mouth. You get up to drink water, but as soon as you watch the video, that taste comes back.

Should you close the video? You can't imagine what's coming next, could you handle it? You can't stop your curiosity, you're not fixated on your phone screen.

The same voice speaks again : "Tell me what you want right now." You instinctively whisper, in sync with you in the video : "I want you to fuck my mouth."

Terrified, you look at how you eagerly jumped to swallow the dick in front of you. You were sucking it with more vigor than any girl you have seen in the pornos. It's like you were born for that purpose and now your life depends on you doing the best job you can.

As you see the dick sliding in and out of your mouth, you feel it against your lips and tongue, as a phantom feeling. As it hits your tongue, you get a sharp taste of the bitter dried cum on his dick. Why do you know how dried cum tastes?

The man compliments your job. You're proud of yourself for giving him pleasure. He asks if you want to take it up your ass. A shiver runs down your back as you see the stars in your own eyes and how much you crave it. Your past self quickly turns around, lowers his pants, arches his back and uses both of his hands to spread his cheeks.

You see your own plucker, tightly shut but fully exposed. You wonder if it is now as tight as it was. You also lower your pants and rub a finger against your asshole. It's definitely not as tight : your finger could easily slide into it without any resistance.

Speaking of sliding inside your asshole, the dick was now back into the frame. The wet meat touches your plucker, then the man pushes it in. As he does, your finger also penetrates your ass. You start fingering yourself to the rhythm of the stranger fucking your ass on the video.

It gets faster and faster, until the climax where the stranger dumps his load directly inside your ass. The voice behind the camera says : "Good boy. Now that you fingered your hole for me, come see me so I can finish the job."

And the video cuts there.

You instinctively get up and get out of the bathroom. You pass in front of your confused girlfriend while you head outside. You walk with a determined step. You get to a neighborhood you don't know, but it feels familiar. You head right for one of the houses. The door is unlocked, as expected.

Once in, you lose every piece of clothes from you. You head straight for the room, where you kneel, arch your back and use both hands to spread your ass cheeks. You hear the same voice from the video :

"Good boy! I knew it was a great idea to program you to come here when I'm horny. And your hole looks nicely open this time, which means I can just..." He pushes his dick inside you with a deep "Aaaah... You're gonna be such a good sex toy to use whenever I want!"

You’re trying to explain to your girlfriend that nothing is going on. She says you disappeared without explanation, but you don’t know what she’s talking about. Finally, you agree to go to dinner and a movie and just relax. It’s strange, but you’re sure it was nothing. You’ve stood in line for snacks and drinks, but then just as you’re leaving the register, you feel your phone go off in your pocket. Something tells you to answer it, so you check the preview of a text from a friend asking to contact him. Responding to your concern, she has no problem taking things to your seats while you find out what the message is about. As she steps away, you open the text, but there’s also a video. You retrieve your headphones from your pocket and find somewhere quiet. Nobody actually uses the stairs to the back of the auditoriums, so you ascend and find a darker corner, beyond any of the doors. Then you press play on the video.

It’s you. You’re looking down at you on your knees. You don’t recognize the flooring, though, and the idea that there’s a bed there, visible at the edge of the frame, doesn’t jog any memories. You thought this video was from a friend, but your eye glances at the top of the screen to see an unknown number. That’s when a hand enters the frame. Everything’s well-lit, so this seems to have been taken during the day. You can’t remember going to any unfamiliar houses recently. It’s definitely recent, because that’s your current haircut. You watch as you eagerly open your mouth for the thumb of the masculine hand. It’s like you’re trying to feed from a tube, you clearly enjoy doing it. Then a man’s voice, through the headphones delivering a voice from behind the camera, it feels like a voice in your head, but it isn’t your voice.

“You won’t remember being here. But as you watch this video, your memories will come back one by one..” The dreamy and satisfied version of you in the video doesn’t seem to notice anyone is speaking, but as you hear it, you feel a finger in your mouth. You remember how good it is to suckle on something long and fleshy that enters your mouth. You recognize the desire in your eyes, because you’re feeling it. You wish it was you in the video, but … it already is. A part of you thinks to stop the video and step back into the regular public within the cinema. But as you watch yourself licking and sucking, you can taste the flesh and you want to taste it more. “Tell me what you want right now.”

You think, briefly, but before you have a recognizable thought, you and the video you say out loud: “I want you to fuck my mouth.” Incredulous, you watch yourself fall on the dick that enters the frame. You don’t even completely pull away from the thumb, but the hand pulls back out of frame, trailing your drool and dripping down your chin as you truly slobber on that big dick. You lick your lips as you watch. You feel your jaw stretched open and you yearn for more. It’s like there is nothing but opening your mouth for penis as you watch yourself struggle deeper and deeper. You watch and you feel the cock hitting the back of your throat, gagging but not pulling back. Your would-be disgust is in full force amazement as you admire your ability to take a big dick in your virgin mouth. You raise your feee hand to your face, thinking you’ll cover your mouth, but instead, two of your fingers enter and slide on your tongue until they can’t go any further. Drool starts dripping down your wrist.even though it’s your fingers in your mouth, you taste the cum from the cock. You don’t understand why you know that it’s cum you taste, but you keep watching yourself retrain your throat, explaining why you’re barely gagging as you struggle to push your fingers deeper in your throat.

The voice compliments you on your improvement. Then, he asks if you want his dick in your ass. Your wide, straining eyes suddenly pop even wider open. You’re amazed at how much you remind yourself of an excited pup, hoping for treats. You watch from your dark corner of the cinema, as you turn around and remove your clothes, showing yourself your virgin ass and a tight little pucker. You already know what’s to come and you drop your pants to prove it. Your fingers find a flexing butthole and you know your hole isn’t as tight as it used to be. The dick comes back into frame, presses against the virgin pucker, you press your fingers into your pucker along with the cock. He gets faster and so do you. You can’t believe you can fit your fingers into yourself like that. Finally, there are some a rhythmic thrusts and you hear him grunting his cum into your bowels as you keep fingering yourself. There’s a breath of satisfaction and then you hear the order: “Good boy. Now that you fingered your hole for me, come see me so I can finish the job.” The video ends.

You stand upright again, putting your device in your pocket. You try to be nonchalant, but you also bee-line directly for an exit. You’re not thinking about how to get there, but somehow you do. You walk up to a residential door and it opens for you to enter. You see the flooring. You also see another man. In front of both of them, you strip and then head for the bedroom. You don’t see that both men are following you, pulling their dicks out and jerking as you all walk down the hallway and into the room. When you see the bed, you climb on. Reaching back, you grip your cheeks and spread as you bend forward. You see your master coming round the front of you, placing a hand on your head and guiding your mouth to his cock. He commands you to tell him what you want and you obey: “I want your cocks to fuck me.” He calls you a good boy and slides your mouth down over him as you feel the other cock sliding in. He calls you a good boy again as the cocks slide deep, slide out again and then begin a rhythm that increases until your throat is sloshing a cock while your ass is getting pounded. You hear the man behind you ask as he humps you, how long you will let them fuck you and your master answers: “He’s ours for as long as we can stand it.” And you are happy to hear it.

At long last, he leaned down, gripping my chin in his hand and pressing his face against mine. Our lips met and then his tongue pressed us open, first splitting his lips and making mine wet, as if he melted us open, his tongue now connecting us. I had no idea what relief it would be for him to finally touch me, kiss me, the sudden understanding how badly I wanted him to use me. His tongue in my mouth was the idea of his cock and I realized I needed his root inside me. How much I adored and ached for him.

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