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[nervetonic]

You don't have to put it on. No one is forcing you to. But you've been trained to want to, you volunteered for training and now it's complete and all you have to do is put it on and it will be finished. You will be finished, your old life, your human life, will be forever out of reach. That cock gag looks bigger and longer than you thought it would. The whole thing looks claustrophobic and creepy. But you can't seem to put it down. You know he's watching you on the security camera. He emphasized that it was your decision, but he also knows the ability to make a different decision has been taken away from you. You've already put on the rubber suit, the harness, everything. You try again. You take a deep breath. But you once again fail. You feel cornered, trapped. Your mind's been altered over the last several weeks. You keep imagining being his property, his rubberized humanoid plaything. Your cock hardens. The weird thing is you're not even gay, you have no attraction to the male body. But the desire to submit, to be controlled, is so far beyond sexual orientation that it doesn't even matter. The desire to submit and the desire to be transformed into a smooth, anonymous humanoid, an object, nothing but mindless obedience, that's what obsesses you, it's what you've wanted your whole life. When he said you'd be posed on a marble plinth in his grand foyer for the delectation of his guests that very evening, a celebration of the creation of his newest drone, to be touched and stroked and admired by his discerning friends, you knew you wouldn't be able to resist making a terrible life decision. A life decision that's really no decision. No decision possible, only the culmination of your destiny. No more human life. Your cock strains agains the black rubber. You lift the hood in both hands and pull it onto your head. Deep breath. The black rubber cock gag goes down your throat. You are finished. Regret floods your mind briefly, but it quickly doesn't matter anymore, as you immediately lose the ability to feel regret. You feel his hands locking the collar around your neck. You say goodbye to yourself moments before you forget your name.

[apupcanbeadrone]

Would you dare to put it on? 😏

[hypnozys]

Devon couldn't help but smile when he heard the click of the collar fastening around his neck. He couldn't help himself from rubbing his hands over the thick rubber and basking in the pleasant sensations washing over him.

He had been responsible for ensnaring many young men in his time with the company but today he found himself on the other end of of the experience. All it took was him getting a little too long of a peak at one of the screens and getting the deep urge to become a drone implanted into his mind. One second he was checking on to see if his recent acquisition had completed their initial programming, the next he found himself waking up naked and rock hard infront of a blank screen with a strong urge to be covered from head to toe in shiny black rubber.

His knowledge of the process was enough to let him know that the urges and impulses he was feeling at the moment weren't actually his own, but at the same time they had been pushed into his very being. While he vividly remembered wanting this his entire life, he also knew that it was the intense programming leading him to believe that. The irony of the situation was not lost on him however, he was going willingly walking down the same path he had forced so many down before him.

He defly went from container to container pulling out the various pieces of gear. The tight rubber suit, boots, cuffs, the collar. Normally he would be the one giving the soon to be drone all the gear while they eagerly put it on but he needed no assistance, he could have done this part of the process in his sleep, made even easier with the almost painful need to wear the gear and experience its' pleasure. Each piece pushed his already irrational mind further into a lust filled fog and his future further into oblivion.

Even before his accidental programming, he enjoyed he last piece. Opening the case containing the mask that would permanently become the drone's face. Watching in joy as the many young men would willingly seal themselved behind the thick reflective lenses. As he slid open the case containing the mask he felt that same sense of joy and exhilaration swell up inside him. The pleasure was almost too much to bear as he shakily took the mask out of the case and saw his half dazed blissful expression in the reflective lenses. He had always wanted to experience the joy he had seen so many witness before him, now he finally was.

With bated breath he slowly inched the mask closer and closer towards his face, relishing in the immense pleasure that came from the pungent scent of rubber permeating from within. He felt his cock strain against the rubber as the tight rubber enveloped his head, sealing him within its tight rubber embrace.

The intense scent of rubber burning his nostrils, the tightness gripping his body, his breathing echoing heavily through the mask. All the sensations coursing through him pulsed mind numbing pleasure and excitement through his entire being to the point where he was in complete bliss.

Even with his rational mind all but lost, his knowledge of the process he was undergoing and what he needed to do was still laser focused in his mind. He mechanically turned towards a door on the far side of the room and slowly began his trek toward bringing his newfound purpose to completion.

The soon-to-be drone passed through the door into the next chamber and saw a long row of seats for him to sit in and complete his transformation. He walked past several seats, some with drones seated in them, some empty. Every drone he passed was sitting completely still, breathing steadily but their groins were pulsing in pleasure as if they were experiencing orgasm after orgasm endlessly while they were finishing their programming.

Without any real reason he walked up to a chair next to one of the drones that he had personally escorted to that spot a few hours earlier. He noticed that the drone's cock was throbbing under the rubber and knew that in a few seconds he would be experiencing the orgasm of a lifetime as well.

Devon had only really seen the transformation up to this point so what was going to happen next was entirely new to him and the fact that he didn't know exhilarated him to no end.

He lowered himself down onto the chair and immediately felt it spring to life. He felt an electric shock shoot through him as his entire body became locked where it was. He could faintly hear something whispering into his ears but it was too faint to really make out or understand. The pleasure pulsing through his cock was almost unbearable and was growing stronger and stronger as the whispers slid directly into his mind.

As the pleasure took over his entire mind, the lenses suddenly flared to life, flashing a kaleidoscope of colors and images into his wide open mind. At the same time the whispers increased in tone and became a chorus of voices implanting obedience, servitute and pleasure deep into the man's mind.

The unceasing stimulation of his senses was enough to push the poor man over the edge and he felt his cock start throbbing as felt himself succumb to the pleasure and cum. Each load flooded his mind with pleasure, forcing his mind open to the programming being fed into him as well as gradually breaking down and removing everything that existed before it.

The drone sat there for an untold amount of time, cumming over and over. Each load carrying more and more of what made Devon everything he was away while filling that void with the mindless obedience and pleasure of being a rubber drone.

Hours passed as the drone sat in the chair, its body rigid in the chair, its breath steady and heavy through the thick gasmask, its rubber covered cock throbbing endlessly as it was being reprogrammed.

When vision finally returned to the drone, nothing remained of the Devon beneath the rubber. Drone DS-5732 was all that remained and that was all it would ever be from this moment forward.

[puppetized]

Comment below > I'm a good rubber puppet.

[rubbermayhem-deactivated2015040]

[gayrubber791019]

You know you want it. You see it in it’s perfect rubber form and you can’t take your eyes off of it. The endless rubber glow, the abyss taking your mind further. It shows you the gasmask, the smell of rubber almost intoxicating. Draining your mind as the smell takes over, you can only think of rubber. All you have to do is place it over your head.

You don’t even have to think about afterwards, you won’t ever take it off. Not you want to. You will always obey the rubber, without it you will not be complete.

[puppetized]

Comment below > I love being controlled.

[bikercbr6]

I’m caught in a loop. A circular loop confirming what I am. A happy, controlled Rubber Puppet. Such bliss, such contentment. Join me…

[makinghimshine]

[bikercbr6]

I understand now that this is for my own good. That I need to embrace the cool tightness of Rubber, that in doing so will bring me pure contentment - an inner peace unlike anything I have ever experienced. At first I was shocked that despite all our precautions Dad had somehow contracted Rubber, but his gift to me was to help me acknowledge that Rubber was what was missing from my life. Now I am compliant, ready to show him my appreciation.

[faguserchicago]

Why (And How) To Use A fag

It’s not like it comes up every day, but it comes up. Friends know I often have a fag around, so they ask “why?”

A fag recognizes itself as inferior to men, so it is happy to be used by men. If I want my home cleaned up, I can get a fag to do it for me. Want your car washed? Your lawn mowed? Your laundry cleaned? FAGS DO THIS SHIT AS WORSHIP. That’s right, guys, it isn’t a chore for these fucks — they’ll probably have a hardon while they scrub your toilet clean. Seriously. In fact, some fags are such fuckups that THEY’LL PAY YOU to do your chores for you!!! Just remember — as a fag’s superior, you don’t ask it to do something for you, you TELL it.

Want some Chipotle? Run out of beer? Dial-a-fag!! “Hey fag, get me ….” Not only do you get free delivery, you get free whatever-you-asked-for!

And because it’s such a sexual/worship act for them, YOU CAN DEMAND PERFECTION. Dinner arrived cold? Throw it on the faggot and demand it start over again. Shirts put away with wrinkles? Bitch-slap the bitch. Find one of your pubes on the bathroom floor? Make it re-scrub the floor with its tongue!

And, sure, they’re fags, so of course they want your cock. Doesn’t mean you gotta give it to ‘em. Remind them it’s an honor to be allowed to clean your dirty undies. If you want to reward the queer, order it to massage your feet.  If you REALLY want to reward it, tell it to use its tongue. If you let a faggot put its head between your legs and merely sniff your crotch, the bitch will probably cum in its pants. See, that’s the twist.  What a fag wants to do is make YOU feel good, so getting serviced isn’t a duty like it is with your wife or girlfriend; it’s a REWARD for them to choke on your prick. So use it as a rare gift from God. (You’re the God, see?)

So, yeah, if you do want to sit back and feel something warm, wet, and soft clenching around your cock, use a fag. Remember, though, it’s all about -you-.  So be as selfish, demanding, and cruel as you want. You wanna fuck face? Grab its head like a melon! Believe me, the harder you treat ‘em, the more eager they are to come back. And if a fag even touches its crotch while it’s taking care of you, THROW THE FUCKWAD OUT!! Replace it with a fag that knows better than to offend you like that.

Oh, one more thing.  There’s NOTHING too twisted for a fag. These are the world’s most depraved whores.  Want to take a piss without getting off the recliner? A fag will happily drink “from the tap” … yeah, they even got a phrase for it! You ever had your ass kissed? Really kissed? French kissed? Fags dream of that kinda shit.  So, man, whatever kink you got, use it on a fag.

Hey, fags … if you’re smart, you’ll reblog this so it gets read by as many Men as possible. And sure, like it as well.  I like being liked.

[whitemascfaggot88]

i am a faggot and i can say yes, STRAIGHT NEN, all of the above is 100% true SIRS.

[subslave3000]

As a faggot myself I Could not agree more

[exploit-faggots]

Fags are there to be exploited

[subslave3000]

Worth reblogging a second time. Real men need to see this!!! There are too many under utilized faggots out there. We need Alphas to fulfill our purpose.

[fag4dudes]

as a faggot, so much Truth

[fagotboi]

yes Sir, thank you Sir

[coachs-locker-room]

hey coach, someone left package for my roommate outside my house. Once i opened it i found a rubber bodysuit inside. I feel strangely compelled to try it on, but i don’t want my roommate to get angry with me. What should I do?

Rapidly pausing your game and rushing to the door, you found yourself missing the delivery driver for just a second. Staring at the nondescript cardboard box on your doorstep, the label correctly stated your address, but the sender and intended recipient were left blank. Shrugging it off as yet another late-night delivery from your roommate, you decided to take it inside to check.

Carefully slicing through the tape (the cardboard yielded with a satisfying tear), you found within a sleek, black rubber bodysuit.

The texture unfamiliar, feeling both cool and smooth to the touch.. with only a single accompanying note, unsigned, simply stated:

"For your optimal performance."

As a regular at the local gym yourself, you interpreted this as some avant-garde workout gear that your roomate had been given as a sort of 'signing bonus' to kickstart his own physical conditioning. You've been trying to get him to sign up, but now the jealousy starts to hit you. The thought of enhanced performance, pushing your physical limits... it all sparked a flicker of excitement within your hands.

Surprisingly supple, you decided to try it on. The rubber easily yielded to your touch as you began the process. The sensation was immediate, a tightening embrace that moulded itself to your form. As you pull the zipper up to the nape of your neck, the pressure intensified, a strange, almost erotic sensation washing over you. Your breath hitched, your heart rate quickened - and, as the rubber suit enveloped your body completely to your fingertips, the realisation hit you that this was no simple mistake.

What if this suit was intended for Mark all along? He's going to kill me when he finds out I've worn it before him..

A new consciousness started to emerge from deep within you as you felt each and every inch of your body pulsate as it reshaped to your physical form. With every release from the intense pressure, a newfound sense of surrender, of yielding, and a burgeoning submissiveness would wash over you in its place. Panic dissolved into an intense wave of pure erotic complicitness, of pleasurable servitude, and - most importantly - of calm.

Lost in the throes of the metamorphosis, you were startled by the sound of your roommate, Mark, as he finally entered the apartment. Looking down at your tighly enrobed body as he stood in the doorway, a knowing smile played on his lips.

"Well, well," he said, his voice laced with amusement. "I see that my package arrived."

You turned around to look up at him, realising that this was always his plan. You tried to speak, to protest or to plead - you had no idea which - but the words caught in your throat as if his hands were wrapped around your neck.

"Things between us are going to be very different from now on."

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[captainlondonman]

SHORT STORY, TURKISH COFFEE

Kyle stumbled on the Tumblr site almost by mistake. Tumblr had become his favourite pastime and some of the sites showing sucking, fucking, piss, leather and public toilets had given him hours of pleasure and on many occasions a good wank. As he progressed over the months he found himself being more and more attracted to hairy men and especially those from the Middle East. There was something about their raw sexuality that  really turned him on. As he moved from one site to another he came across Hairy Turkish Men.. For Kyle it was a revelation. Photo after photo of amazing Turkish men all with thick black hair and heavy beards and their chests and legs covered in a forest of black hair. On some of the photos you could see the black dense hair vanishing over the shoulders and clearly making their backs as hairy as their fronts. However whether it was a religious thing or not there were few if any showing their cocks which Kyle longed to see. Only a few showed them in swim gear and then he imagined what might be stirring underneath in that forest of black pubic hair. It was almost the imagination that made him always horny and he would wank while thinking of that heavy cock and balls were underneath.

After a while much as though he liked all the photos of Turkish men he wanted to see them in reality and gaze and hope that in real life they were as hairy and oozing sex. He realised that the best way would be to find a Turkish cafe where they sold their coffee and he could just sit quietly and watch with his cock getting hard under the table. He remembered are area of the city where he had seen a number of kebab shops, and signs in Turkish. 

This has to be a Turkish area he thought and so one day he took the bus across the city to the areas he remembered. Sure enough the signs showed it to be popular for Turks and he then saw a café with a few outdoor tables but only one guy sitting at a table. Hoping more might turn up to wet his sexual appetite he sat down at a table and ordered  a Turkish coffee from the heavy built waiter who came out. The guy looked at Kyle almost with disgust and unwillingness to serve which threw Kyle so he thought as he had ordered he might as well drink the coffee and get the hell out of the place

While hoping for others to turn up he heard the guy at the adjacent table turn to him and say 

‘Hi’.

He was big built as some might say ‘built like a brick shit house’ at least 6’’ 3’ and thick set with shaved head and massive thick black beard. He looked more like a wrestler and had what had to have been a broken nose. He was dressed in quite a tight fitting black track suit the zip of the jacket undone to half way down his chest. Kyle could see the thick black hair spilling out all the way up until it met the beard.

‘You are not from around here?’

‘No’ Kyle answered softly

‘This is a Turkish café. Best that you are here now as when busy the guys would not be happy to have you here.’

‘Oh,’ replied Kyle, ‘shall I quickly drink my coffee and get out of here.’

‘No you are Ok for now. So tell me why you come here.’

‘I like Turkish coffee ‘was all Kyle could think to saying and blushed immediately.

The Turk smiled

‘I see. So you like Turkish coffee. All Turkish men drink Turkish coffee. So perhaps you like Turkish men.’

‘Er hm,’ Kyle did not really know how to reply.

‘Well Yes I suppose so.’

‘So why you like Turkish men. Tell me’

‘Well they are all very masculine, like you and they have all great black hair and are hairy.’

‘You are right. And you are not any of these. Perhaps that is why you like Turkish men.’

‘I suppose so.’

‘Perhaps you would like to look like a Turkish man. To also have good black beard and be hairy.’

‘Er yes.’

‘Perhaps you wish to be a Turkish man’

‘I would but that of course is impossible.’

‘Nothing is impossible my friend ‘the man leant over and stroked Kyle’s leg immediately giving him a boner which he hoped was not obvious.

‘Coffee  here not good. Why do you not come to my apartment and I make very good Turkiah coffee. Ok you come with me’

As he said this the guy stood up and looming above Kyle he seemed massive with his broad chest, the shaved head and thick beard looking almost slightly frightening. At first Kyle thought he should quickly pay up and get the hell out of the place but the man looked at him in such piercing way that Kyle felt almost hypnotised to agree and go with him.

‘I had better just pay first ‘Kyle said.

‘No need’ the man said ‘this is my café. I live upstairs so you come now.’

The Turk’s cock looked to be straining inside his trackie bottoms

They entered the apartment and Kyle was shown into the livjng space full of big leather and gilt sofas and chairs looking like something straight out of Istanbul

‘Sit while I get the coffee.’

Kyle could hear everything being got ready and after a few minutes the Turk came into the room carrying a tray with two coffee cups and a packet of Turkish cigarettes.

‘You take cup.’ The main said standing in front of Kyle , his crotch almost in his face. As he took the cup Kyle could see the bulge of a long thick cock and he so hoped that the Turk would rub himself so he could see exactly how big the prick was.

‘So you now in home of Turk so you have Turkish cigarette with your coffee’

‘I don’t smoke’ Kyle said meekly

‘All Turkish men smoke cigarette with coffee aan as our coffee is strong so are our cigarettes’

‘I really do not smoke I am sorry’

The Turk leant over Kyle

‘You are in my home and when I offer you a cigarette you take and you smoke. Ok? I light one for you.’

Putting a cigarette to his lips the Turk drew in deeply releasing a thick puff of smoke and Kyle was able to smell the strong Turkish tobacco 

‘The first puff you take you not like. The second you like more and you will feel a bit different, the third you smoke like a Turk and feel much more like a Turk. And the fourth, well you see.’

‘So first you take cigarette and then sip coffee. I watch you.’

Kyle knew he had no option but to smoke given how dominant the Turk had been in his insistence.

As he drew on the cigarette he did not inhale properly but the strong Turkish tobacco almost overwhelmed him as he coughed and coughed.

‘I told you first time not good but now sip your coffee and it will be better. I promise you next will be better. Watch me.’ 

Kyle saw how he inhaled deeply and let the smoke out through his mouth and nose. It looked so easy and natural for him.

‘Now you try again.’

Dreading his next puff he found he was somehow able to at least inhale a little and breathe it out. To his surprise it was easier just like the Turk had said.

‘I told you better so now take another sip of my coffee. How you feel?’

He could feel between the cigarette and now the coffee, like a quiet fire spreading throughout his body. It did not worry Kyle, in fact he felt warm and comfortable and relaxed

‘I do as you say feel better.’ As Kyle said this he looked at the cigarette in his hands. Were they his hands? His hands were getting bigger more like workie hands and more brown in colour but not just brown, he could actually see the dark hair sprouting across the back of his hands, not just a light covering but they now looked very hairy. 

‘What is happening ?’ Kyle asked. 

‘You are just relaxing and enjoying a Turkish cigarette and coffee but you feel good?’

‘Yes I do’

‘Then no worry’.

Feeling more confident and also feeling that he needed another drag of the cigarette, he automatically took the ciggie between his thumb and next finger just like a workie and also the Turk. This time he wanted to take in the smoke and let it circulate inside him, blowing out a large cloud of intense Turkish tobacco. He started to feel that he had been smoking all his life and now he took another sip of the strong coffee.

‘You now smoke like a true Turk and I think you start to feel like a Turk.’

‘I do ‘Kyle replied and looking at his clothes he said.

‘My clothes are suddenly starting to feel really tight on me, I feel as if I am about to burst out of them.’

‘We are just two men together ‘The Turk answered ‘so I think better for you to take your clothes off and let me have them. All us Turks see each other naked in the Hamman and maybe you want to see your body.’

As soon as Kyle loosened and took of his clothes his body starting quickly to expand in all directions. He felt he was becoming as big as his Turkish host. As his chest expanded so the colour of his skin became a very tanned brown and just like the hands the dark hair started to sprout at first in small patches and the quicker and quicker until his entire chest was a forest of curling black hair. The hair on the hands now moved up his arms  and met his hairy chest.  He looked down at his legs and he was suddenly more like a gorilla with so much black thick hair and as he then put his hand behind his back it was just as hairy and even right into the crack of his arse. Between his legs was a long thick cock circumcised and showing signs of an erection. He now had the body of a hairy Turk. As he looked at his physique so he felt his heads become foggy and he was trying work out what to say

He looked at his host and started to say.

‘I think difficult to speak English. I no remember how to speak. I want to speak different.

So I understand what language you want to speak. I think Turkish but not sure.’

‘You must be sure my friend’

‘I think you need one more puff and a sip of coffee and it is decided for you. Now you have good Turkish body but your face not Turkish.’

‘No? I must have Turkish face,’ Kyle said. ‘I not know my name.

‘Soon you will. What you think is your name’

‘I think Kyle’

‘Not a good Turkish name. Now you are Karim. You like that name?’

‘Yes it is now for me’

‘But first you take the fourth puff and finish coffeeI so want a Turkish cigarette

That is good like all us Turks’

This Time Karim drew in the smoke to the point of almost finish the ciggie. He suddenly felt his head swimming and yet he was happy. He put his hand up to his mouth when taking the final sip of coffee and could at last feel a thick big beard stretching around his face and down to meet his hairy chest. He touched his head and could feel a short but thick stubble oi hair. The change had happened just like the Tuk said

Şimdi sadece Türkçe konuşuyorum. Kıllı bir Türk erkeği yapmışsın.

Now I only speak Turkish. You have made a hairy Turkish man

Artık bir Türk kardeşiniz, dilediğiniz gibi ateşli ve kıllı bir erkeksiniz. Her şey mümkün demiştim

Now you are a Turkish man, hot and hairy as you wished

Orada çıplak duran çok azgın bir Türk'e benziyorsun. Erkekliğine bakarken sikimin sertleştiğini hissedebiliyorum. Ben sana bir iyilik yaptım, şimdi sen de bana bir iyilik yapabilirsin. Türk erkekleri en iyi horoz emer. dizlerinin üstüne çök ve şimdi senin Türk efendin olduğumu hatırla. Her zaman dediğimi yapacaksın.

You look a very horny Turk standing there naked. I can feel my cock getting hard looking at your masculinity. I do a favour for you and now you can do a favour for me. Turkish men suck cock the best. get down on your knees and remember I am now your Turkish master. You will always do as I say.

Karim could see the bulge getting bigger and starting to tent inside the trackie bottoms. His mater clearly had a big cock and Karim wanted to make him happy and return the favour. As he looked at The Turk’s cock making a huge bulge his own cock was now rigid. Gone was the decent size white circumsized cock. As he looked down he also had a dark brown cock bursting out from his hairy pubes, the bulbous head pink and showing the first signs of precum.

Karim got down on his knees and rubbed the Turk’s erect cock through the trackies and then put his hand in to the waistband to get it out as all he now wanted was to suck his master’s boner

Ona uzun süre bakma dostum, ağzına al ve sikimin boğazından aşağı kaydığını hisset. Sen bir Türk erkeğisin. Seksimiz sert ve erkeksi

Do not look at it for long my friend you take it into your mouth and feel my prick sliding down the back of your throat. You are a Turkish man. Our sex is rough and manly

Karim wanted to devour the thick heavy cock as he took it into his mouth his heavy beard rubbing along the shaft

The Turk grabbed hold of Karim’s beard so he could force his cock further and further inside the mouth. Seeing Kyle become Karim had made him so horny. It always did when he could transform a stupid white boy into a manly Turk. Karim was one of his best, so rugged and exactly the type of man the Tiuk wanted as his bitch.

Sen benim kardeşim olduğun için Türk Beni emerken mastürbasyon yapmana izin veriyorum. O büyük kıllı elinin şaftını aşağı yukarı ovuşturduğunu ve ne kadar cesaretin olduğunu görmek istiyorum.

As you are my brother Turk I let you masturbate while you suck me. I want to see that big hairy hand of yours rubbing up and down your shaft and see what spunk you have

The Turk pushed Karim’s head back and forth with increasing speed, his moans becoming louder and louder. Hearing the Turk react to the way Karim was sucking made him wank more and more, so he could feel his spunk in his balls getting to release all that white stuff. Karim could have taken an even bigger cock. He was now a Turk and Turkish men can take anything.

İşte bu. Gerçek bir Türk gibi sikimi yala. Bütün döllerimi o kıllı ağzına ve sakalına akıtmaya hazırım.

That's it suck my cock like a true Turk. I am ready to shoot all my spunk into that hairy mouth and beard of yours

Karim wanted every drop of his master’s cum and with his hairy hands he grabbed the Turk’s leg and pushed him in do the cock was all the way down Karim throat He felt the Turk’s cock trobe so hard that he knew it was time to come and he was also ready his cock even without any further rubbing of his shaft was ready to explode.

Tüm cesaretimi al

Take all my spunk

And with that Karim felt wave after wave of hot creamy sticky spunk force its way down his throat. There was so much that even as he tried hard to swallow he could feel it soaking into his black beard. The sense of the cum finding its way into Karim being was enough for him to shoot his load even without touching his shaft. He had never felt more horny and his spunk shot between the Turks legs.

Şimdi kalk kardeşim. Git yıkan ve yatağımda yeni kıyafetlerini gör. Onları giy ve buraya geri gel.

Now get up my brother. Go and wash and you see your new clothes on my bed. Put them on and come back here.

Karim washed his heavy cock as it slowly went soft but there was still an element of hardness. After all all Turkish men have semi hard dicks.

He put on a white T shirt and stuck tight to his chest , his large nipples clearly showing. His black hair spilt out over the neck line and from the arms. The contrast between his black hair and white shirt could not have been greater. Then there was only a pair of shiny black trackies. No underwear so as he pulled them up  his meaty cock stuck out so anyone looking for a cock could see. He then put on the sandals the black hair on the upper part of his feet showing. Finally a heavy silver chain . He looked at himself in the mirror. He was the finest specimen of a Turkish man. He was all man.

Karim came back into the room .

Şimdi dostum, benim kafemde çalışacaksın. Tüm Türk misafirlere iyi kahve ikram edeceksiniz. Eğer senden hoşlanıyorlarsa ve aletini hissediyorlarsa onlarla git. Emmek ya da sikmek onların karar vereceği bir şey. Sana ödeme yapacaklar ve kafeme geri döndüğünde parayı bana vereceksin. Sen artık benim orospumsun, benim Türk orospum.

Now my friend you will work in my cafe. You will serve all the Turkish guests good coffee. If they like you and feel your cock then you go with them. Suck or fuck it is for them to decide. They will pay you and when you come back to my cafe you give me the money. You are now my bitch, my Turkish bitch.

[the-soliloquies-of-sadists]

#312

“Hey boy!  Surprise!  I let myself in from the copies of your keys I had made a few weeks back.  I got some news.  My cunt girlfriend kicked me out of the house.  She got tired of me fucking around on her and flaunting it.  Yeah, she tried to get me back by fucking one of my workers, Cal.  I walked in on her—and she set it up—getting fucked in our bed.  I told them to move over.  She was shocked.  I climbed into bed pushed her away.  I grabbed Cal by the neck and pushed him down to suck me, just like I used to a few years back when he first started working for me.  After about a minute or so, I looked over at her and said, ‘Finally, someone in this house knows how to suck dick.’  I knew she was going to kick me out one of these days, but damn I wasn’t going to let her get the revenge fuck she craved.

“So guess what? I’m moving in here.  You get to have the privilege of servicing me 24/7.  I will be taking over your bedroom upstairs.  We’ll leave the spare room as an office, but we will eventually be converting to one for me.  You’ll be downstairs in the basement.  You keep begging me to be my slave, well now you get to live it.

“Fag, I do have some rules.  First is I make all the rules.  Second is you follow them.  I expect obedience.  You think my slapping you around was rough, just disobey me and find out.  You will have no privacy.  We’ll set up a cot or something downstairs for you to sleep on.  I would also like to convert that area to a dungeon.  You already have your first piece of furniture, that rimseat over there. 

“You will provide me with your passwords to your computer and phone.  I want to see who you are chatting with.  From this moment on, I expect 100% monogamy.  No more other men.  No more tricks at the bookstore, or guys from Grindr.  Hell, I don’t want you to flirt.  The only man that matters is me.  This includes you.  You are not to play with yourself.  I am not a big fan of those cages, but if I feel it would be better to lock your pecker away, I will. 

“And don’t you think that I will be monogamous to you.  Fuck that shit.  A man has needs to fuck when he wants and who.  And it will be right in front of you.  You will totally be in support of me doing so.  I want you turned on when I do, so much so that when I kick the fag or the bitch out, you will beg me to clean off my cock. 

“You look worried, and you should be.  But look at your pecker, it’s fucking rock hard and I see some pre-cum.  You want this.  You crave this.  Let’s start out with a rim job.  Before, I would make sure my ass was clean for you.  I will not be doing that anymore.  I don’t care about your satisfaction anymore. 

“Jesus fuck! Your pecker is drooling.  No matter what you say that leak tells me everything I need to know.  My shithole needs to be tongue fucked.  Get under that seat.  I’ll take my belt to you later.  Fag, why didn’t I do this earlier?”

[smokermarc]

[bluecollarmcandtf]

EVERYONE'S POSSESSED BY YOUR BULLY...

(brother)

Hey there, little bro.

Surprised to see your big brother looking so hot? It's me, the boyfriend you dumped inside that goody-to-shoes sibling of yours. Pretty neat trick, huh? I stole his body because I always thought he was too soft on you.

How do you like the makeover I gave him? Leather jacket. Boots. Raging hard on. He looks like a real tough guy.

Don't worry, that dorky jock is still in here somewhere, but he's not doing anything as long as your ex is in the driver's seat of his body.

Things are about to change around here. He might've been all protective and shit with you before, but now he's your biggest bully. Oh, and get used to seeing your brother's dick. I'll be using it on you whenever he's horny, and so far it seems like he's a real fucking horndog. I'm not kidding. I already broke him in down at the gay bar, and had a great time dominating pathetic holes like you.

That's right, your straight-laced brother is gay. I can't wait to abuse you every night, treating you like the backstabbing fag you really are.

Fuck!

It's time to show your big bro some respect. Get that mouth over here.

(father)

Guess what?

I hopped inside your daddy, too, and I can see why you never introduced me. He is so much hotter than you. I won't let him be another boring suburban idiot in polo shirts and cargo shorts. Not when I'm driving around such a fine piece of man-meat. It'll be leather boots and jockstraps from now on. I want everyone you know to see me in this hot middle-aged bear, and you'll be the obedient little twink at daddy's side.

Right, son?

Bet you never thought your old man would say that, now did you? You may have been a shitty boyfriend, but I bet you make a great son, always doing what daddy says when he says it. Now I'm your daddy, and what I say goes, boy. Dominating you and your brother's body was fun, but this is going to be even better. You'll never see your old man the same once I'm through possessing the body that sired your sorry ass.

I quit his boring office job, but I want you ready to give your daddy a blow job whenever I bring him back from the bar. He'll be spending his free time drinking and smoking from now on.

(boyfriend)

Thought you could keep your new boyfriend from me?

Only a bitch would move on to a pathetic boy like this.

He probably told you he loved you or some crap. I bet he hasn't even shown you his tiny dick yet. You really found the nearest small dick loser after kicking me out. Anyway, it doesn't matter now. I'll use his body to bring you pain.

Your dad and bro have bigger dicks to fuck you with.

Your bully died. great. now he's a ghost that can possess anyone that matters in your life and turn all your relationships into ...

[leatherrubberguerrier-deactivat]

Oi

[pigfisting]

Oink Oink…. ))

[slyratex-deactivated20250923]

Yassin is standing before me with the ass zipper his rubber pants opened wide, holding it open with his gloved hands to present his hole to me. He takes a broader and more secure stand with his shiny boots and moves his shoulders in circles so the rubber suspenders crackle as his muscles move. “Look what I did for you!“, he says, „I want to give you everything you ever wanted!“ Yassin was a classmate back in school. We had some kind of hate-love-friendship going on. We always argued with each other, we were more rivals than friends, like those guys from Pokémon. He also was a guy always claiming to be straight, but whenever we were alone, he would try and be seductive to me. He knew my fetishes and in class he outed me and made fun of me, but when nobody listened he tried to convince me he’d fulfil all of my desires. I knew he was just trying to get me into bed so he could add me to the list of sexual achievements. I never gave in, and so I just added fuel to the fire in him. He didn‘t seek a partner, he looked for trophies. He used all the girls he had in high school that way, so I knew it would be the same with me. After high school we lost sight of each other. I married a guy I met on the internet and had been married to him for years. Every now and then, Yassin would contact me on Facebook, asking for a chance to revive the good old times, but it always ended when he was making assumptions I should ‚try it with him again‘ and I rejected him. After the third time, I blocked him. At the reunion party ten years after our graduation, I met Yassin again. At the party I tried to stay out of his way. But then he followed me to my motel room. He started undressing to reveal the rubber outfit he bought to me. “Look at my gorgeous rubbered body! You HAVE to admit you now want me, right?“ “Yassin, It has been ten years,“ I say, „get over it! I will not be a trophy for you, go back to your stupid women.“

He pushes forward his hips to make a hollow back, then starts moving his rubbered ass from left to right.

„Come on. You know we were destined for each other.“

„Tsk.“ As if, that idiot.

„Think about it. I had thousands of women. None of them would turn out to be my soul partner. But you are the one and only man I would ever get intimate with. It‘s like you are the one for me, and that means I am the one for you, logically!“

I am pretty sure this isn‘t how logic works. I open my mouth to object to his stupid argument and say: „Correct.“

Wait, what?

„Yeah, Yassin. You‘re right.“

What the - ?

„After all, we were best friends in high school. I always adored you, and envied the women who got a taste of your body.“

What am I saying?

He comes to me, grabs my shoulders and starts massaging them, looking deep into my eyes. „Totally. It is good that you understand it, finally. I mean, just think of all the debates we had in school. In philosophy class. We were always each other‘s nemesis, nobody could beat the other while all other disconnected after our second or third argument. We are soul partners, nobody else can handle us but the other.“

„You are right,“ I say automatically, „all signs say we are destined to be together forever.“

„So you are admitting I convinced you and thus won our years long debate about our relationship?“, he asks, grinning cockily as he continues massaging my shoulders and neck. He starts slowly coming closer to my face.

„Yes, you won.“

„So I am the more intelligent one of us.“

„Yes, you are.“

„You are dumb.“

„I am dumb.“

„So I should not only be your life partner of choice, but also the leading part in our relationship.“

„Yes, you should.“

He kisses me. I close my eyes. It is so great. To finally have his tongue in my mouth. Over a decade of struggle comes to an end. I don‘t know how he did it. Or what exactly he did. But suddenly I come to rest with it, I accept my defeat. He and I, we were meant to be together. Everything is as it should be now. As it should’ve always been. Actually, I was always meant to be his. His … his trophy. Like all those girl I envied. I am his trophy.

„Now I command you again,“ he says, slowly turning his ass to me, „to look at my gorgeous rubbered body!“

I look at it. And it is gorgeous. He is a perfect jock, and he rubbered himself up just for me, to show me we are made for each other. Now I realise I love him. I have always loved him. I just was a dumb bitch who couldn’t accept that ultimate truth. But he opened my eyes now. He is so much better than the husband I chose because I was too stupid to see what was so clear that even a dumb faggot like me should‘ve seen it. I should‘ve been with Yassin right from the beginning.

„Now that you realised I am the one for you, now that you admitted I am above you, why don‘t you show me how much you love me, how much you have always loved me? We have much to catch up for!“

I fall on my knees and crawl in his direction like a dog. That is the only way I can come to him after rejecting him for so long - crawling on all fours, seeking his presence from below. I come to halt right before his ass. Then I dunk my face into it, letting my nose and mouth dive deep into the opening of his pants, into his hole. I take a deep breath and inhale the rubbery air and the smell of his ass.

„Yeah, that‘s your place! You are just about good enough to kiss and lick my ass!“

A few minutes ago I just saw him as a giant, cocky asshole not worth my attention, and now his asshole and cock had become the very centre of it.

„Sniff it, dive into it, worship it!“

As I press my face harder into his ass, my hands wander through his legs and seek for his bulge. I start kneading it, opening the codpiece and kneading his dick. Fuck, is it big. I never believed him when he boasted about his size as teenage jocks typically do. Now I see he always told the truth. His dick IS twice as big as mine.

„Do you finally understand who the alpha is? It is me, faggot!“

I suddenly feel so demeaned as my nemesis turns out to be so much better than me. But it‘s not a negative feeling. It‘s rather comforting. I finally found my place.

„You thought you were a rival for me, a competitor. I was merely playing with you. You are the shit of a dog under my boots.“

I feel his hand stroking over my head, grabbing it and pressing it against his ass with force. As if that was a command, my tongue shoots out of my mouth and I start licking his ass while rubbing his cock.

„You are nothing but a trophy for me, an achievement to conquer!“

He pushes me down and sits on my face to continue our play.

„Just like any other bitch that surrendered to my manliness!“

I don‘t waste a single thought on my marriage or how Yassin and I have been fighting all the time in high school. Right now, I‘m not even wasting energy on thoughts at all. After all, he is better in thinking than me. I‘m just his dumb faggot trophy, licking his ass clean like the loser of a war who knows his enemy will take his skull as a trinket.

„When I am finished with you, I will tell everyone what a submissive faggot you are. I might even send the video I am making right now to your lovely husband!“

He puts his whole body weight on my face. I feel my face gliding deeper into his ass. I can‘t even rub his dick anymore, as something is wrong with my hands. He starts doing it for himself while riding me deeper and deeper into his ass. I can‘t feel my arms anymore. Or my legs. Or my body. It‘s like I am nothing but a head, or even less, just an amorphous blob filling his colon.

And I‘m really filling it. Completely. From his sphincter to his stomach. It is dark and hot and wet and tight and I hear him moaning and grunting like an animal while I get confronted with all the contents of his digestive system, just absorbing them into my gooey substance, feeling, smelling and tasting them. I also fill up his bladder, his prostate and urethra.

Then I feel like I slowly fall asleep. I feel a stiffening dick building itself up into a monstrous erection. Maybe it is his, maybe it is mine. I feel the zipper of rubber pants being pulled up to shut close the way out. I feel hands on that giant cock, rubbing it, rubbing, stroking, kneading, rubbing, pressing, pushing, pulling. As he is raping his own cock with his rubbered hands, his bowels move, his colon exerts and stretches, smudging and mixing and stirring its contents, including me.

Splorsh, slurp, splorsh, slurp.

I hear Yassin laugh and moan and grunt and laugh again. The orgasm of my life rushes through my whole existence. Then my line of thinking ends.

Splorsh, slurp, splorsh, slurp.

[mko001]

#cophypno story P1

So, it turns out my stupid idiotic idea that I thought might get me arrested, actually ended up being the best idea I've ever had!

What was the idea? Well, to get myself a personal cop plaything of course.

How would I implement my idea...well that's the tricky bit...I didn't really know. I kept hoping I'd meet one on one of the lesser known gay apps, or recognise one in one of the seedier bars outside of town. Sadly none of this worked out, well I thought it was going to...I did actually see one cop I recognised in a gay bar in the next town...sadly for me, turns out he was undercover... or so he said anyway, who knows.

So, what did I end up doing...well for a while, absolutely nothing. I'd pretty much given up.

Anyway, one day I ended up down a YouTube rabbit hole, watching one video after the next...I can't even remember what the first video was, when I ended up finding a video about mind control. Worth a watch I thought, even just for a laugh if nothing else.

Well this video ended up captivating me, maybe the video used some sort of subliminal technique to keep me watching, if so it worked. After finishing the video, I went to the user's channel and found loads more videos all covering the subject of hypnosis, mind control, manipulation etc. I was surprised these videos had never been removed, they taught the basics of hypnosis on the willing...and the unsuspecting!

This was when my idea came to light once more...I was going to hypnotise a cop. Wait...I'm being stupid right? I can't just go up to a police officer and use some mind tricks on him...can I?

Turns out I can do exactly that. I spent weeks, maybe even months, researching hypnosis, I even got chatting with the video creator to get some one to one training. I didn't tell him my plan of course. He taught me several ways to hypnotise someone, including a few ways when the subject doesn't even know they're being hypnotised!

Now was the day...there were several officers at my local station I liked, but there is one motorcop I've had my eye on for some time. He seems to be one of the senior officers on the bike squad, bit older than some of the other guys, but that is how I like them. He looks so good in his smart tight fitting uniform and tall boots. So now I just have to wait near the station until he returns from patrol, luckily I didn't have to wait long. As I saw him approach, I drove my car right onto the no parking area outside the main entrance, got out and leant against the outside of the car. Just as I'd hoped, he started to approach. Oh damn, I hope he doesn't notice my trousers starting to tent, I shouldn't have expected anything less though, seeing him approach, looking so damn sexy.

"sorry son, you can't park your car there, you'll have to leave it in the parking lot round back" he said to me. His voice was so smooth, it nearly made me forget why I was here, but I composed myself.

"oh sorry officer, I'll only be a few minutes, can't you just overlook it this time please?"

"sorry, if you don't move it now I'll have to write you up a ticket".

Just as he is about to start writing, I start to distract him,

"hey, before you start writing, have you seen the shine I get on the hood of my car? It's a special wax I use, if you look right at it, it seems to shimmer"

I wasn't lying either, it was a special wax I used. It turns out the hypnosis video youtuber I spoke to had a really developed it himself. He said it's one of the best ways to quickly distract people to start working on them, and he wasn't wrong. The cop was now staring directly at my car, he'd even stopped blinking.

"nice isn't it officer. You find yourself getting drawn into it, it's almost relaxing just to look at it don't you think"?

The officer looked slightly back up at me, his eyes already looked kinda sleepy

"uh huh" was all he could manage to say, before looking directly back at the car. I left him to stare a little longer before continuing.

"Officer...err, what's your name?"

He just about manages to reply;

"Officer Jack Bailey"

"ok Officer Bailey, continue to stare at the car, enjoy getting drawn in, it's magical, you feel so happy, relaxed and at peace as you stare. You can still hear my voice but all other sounds have gone silent. Your thoughts now should be focusing only on the car and on my voice. My voice is the only one you will want to listen to from now on. Keep staring and relaxing"

Jack looked so relaxed I thought he was going to fall over. I went over to his side and put my arm round him, like someone would do with their friend. I didn't want to look suspicious to anyone around, but in reality I was holding him steady. When I placed my a round him, I felt his firm body, he clearly works out. Well this made my trouser tent grow somewhat!

His head was now drooping, I had to be quick now before any other officers showed up.

"Jack, listen to me closely, later this evening after your shift is over, I want you to come to my place, stay in your uniform and come alone. I'll put my address in your pocket. You won't question why your coming, it will just feel right to you. Once you're at mine, we'll continue your programming"

When I said that last bit, I saw his face twitch slightly, he almost looked confused. I needed to strengthen the hypnotic control properly in privacy, but this should be enough to get him to that stage.

"now, in a moment I'm going to wake you up, you won't remember this happening, but you will do as I've told you. Also, you won't write me that ticket, you'll just remember that we've been having a friendly chat before I head away. Do you understand"?

"yeesss... I understand", he sounded so sleepy when he responded.

"now, when I snap my fingers, you'll wake up and we'll finish our conversation, you'll then carry on with your day as normal, but you won't tell anyone about our little chat out here.

*snap*

His face comes back to life, he blinks a few times before turning to me.

"well it's been nice chatting buddy, you take it easy out there" Jack said in his normal voice.

"err yeah thanks officer, I will do. See ya later"

He walked away into the station. I got back in my car and just sat there stunned...had that actually just worked? I kept waiting for some other officers to come out to arrest me...but nothing. Well the true test will be tonight! And you, fine readers, will just have to wait for part 2 to find out if I get my own cop plaything.

[mko001]

#cophypno story P2

(Read Part 1 first if you haven't already.)

7pm.

No sign of Officer Jack yet. I'm trying not to get worried, but I thought he would be here by now. Did the hypnosis ware off? Did he remember something? Has he told someone?

No...I need to stop thinking like that. If he told someone, I'd be locked in a prison cell right now. No I just need to keep believing he'll turn up.

I realised I hadn't given him a time to come to mine, I just assumed he would come straight after work. Maybe his shift has gone on longer than expected.

7.45pm.

My doorbell rings. It makes me jump. Is that him? I honestly don't know how I'm feeling right now. Well here goes nothing.

As I open the door, my worry instantly turns to pure joy and excitement. There he is, stood waiting, in that perfect beautiful uniform and those sexy tall boots, shined to perfection. Infant, they look even better than they did this morning. Has he polished them? I looked back up at him, he was just staring forward, he hadn't said a word.

"Jack, you made it, I'm so glad", I said to him with a huge smile on my face.

"Yes I did as instructed", he replied in a more robotic voice than this morning.

"Come in Jack".

He walked in and stood in the hall waiting, waiting for me to command him. This is too good!

"Come and take a seat on the sofa and face the screen Infront"

"Okay" he replies. He walks over and sits down, staring straight ahead.

"Now I need to further strengthen your programming. As a cop you're already trained to obey which was why it was so easy to get you to this stage, but it can lose effect over time. I want you as my own personal slave. My own plaything".

As I said that, I noticed Jack shift slightly in his seat. His face screwed up slightly. I could see there was a glimmer of his mind which was still his own, and it was against my idea. I need to work quick to keep hold of my sexy cop.

"I want you to watch this video I'm about to play for you. Focus all your attention on it. I'm also going to place these headphones on you, the soothing sounds will help you relax and enjoy the video".

I place the headphones on him, whilst I'm there I had a quick feel of his arm, even when relaxed I could feel how muscly he is. I got really turned on, but I have to be patient, I'll be able to play soon.

I start the video playing. This video was also courtesy of my new online friend. He created this video unique for me. It wasn't cheap but after seeing how well the car wax worked, I trust him.

I see Jack's eyes widen slightly, his body seemed to tense up a little. I could tell all his focus was on the screen. I really wanted to take a quick peek at the video myself, but I didn't want to risk getting drawn in myself, so I just had to keep looking at Jack. For a while he didn't change. He just stayed wide eyed and stiff. But then after some time, I noticed a change. He seemed to relax into the chair a little, his eyes looked tired, like he wanted to close them. His mouth even seemed to be dropped down a little.

I waited a few more minutes just to make sure the hypnosis had fully reprogrammed his mind. Just when I was about to end it, I saw him start to drool. I nearly creamed my pants seeing him in this state. He looked so zoned out, it was so hot, and even better, he's now mine!

I stopped the video and removed the headphones. Jack didn't react at all to any of this.

"Jack, can you hear me?".

There was a moment of silence, then he responded in a quiet monotone voice,

"Yes I can hear you".

"Good, now I want you to understand, from now on I am in charge. I tell you what to do, I am your master. Do you understand?"

"Yes I understand", he replied.

"And from now on, you will address me as Sir".

"Yes Sir", he responded.

"Good. Now I want you to answer truthfully, are you gay?"

"No Sir".

"Have you ever slept with a man?"

"No Sir".

"Have you ever done anything sexual with a man?"

There was a slight delay this time before he answered.

"Yes Sir".

"Oh! Tell me what it was".

"I've kissed two men, and I've been sucked off by a man before".

Well this is interesting indeed. This super straight macho cop likes to occasionally bat for the other team.

"Did you enjoy these sexual moments with men?"

"I did Sir".

"Good. And who were these other men?"

"One was a guy called Jeremy I met in a bar over five years ago. I made out with him but we never met again. The other was Officer Lanton. We made out together a few months ago, he sucked me off a week later".

Oh...my...god! Another police officer?! Oh this is too good to be true. I'll have to check who Lanton is soon, but right now I've got more important things to deal with, like my raging boner I've got going on!

"So you've never sucked another man's dick then?" I asked.

"No Sir".

"Would you like to now?"

Another pause, this time he seemed to shift slightly, this was the first time he'd moved his body since the programming had ended. Was he coming out of it or was he excited? Well my answer soon came.

"Yes Sir I would", he replied. His voice actually sounded slightly different, excited maybe?

I stood up and pulled down my trousers, stood Infront of Jack, placed my hand under his chin and lifted his head so he was looking directly up at me.

"Well nows your chance Officer. Open up".

He opened his mouth and I forced my raging dick right inside. He almost immediately gagged as it hit the back of his throat, but then he composed himself and started sucking, and boy did it feel good!

"Keep sucking like a good officer, but listen to me closely. When I release my load into your mouth and you swallow the lot, you will wake up and feel amazing. I will still control you and you won't question anything that is happening. It will feel natural to you. From now on, you are a gay man, and you and I are together. Whenever you're at work you won't act any different around your colleagues and you won't tell anyone you are with me. For now, let's keep it our little secret. Now whenever I say the phrase "my sexy officer" you will go back into this deep trance state until I wake you up again. Whenever you're in this trance state, you will listen to anything I say and obey any commands I give you.

You're doing such a good job, get ready for my load!"

I finally released my load into his mouth, it felt truly amazing, probably the best blowjob I've ever had. I looked down and watched Jack swallow the lot, and then I noticed him start to come round. He was blinking quite a lot, swallowed a few more times then pulled himself off my dripping cock. I let him get composed slightly before getting myself cleaned up, pulling my trousers back up and sitting next to him. I saw him looking round like he was taking his new life in, then I saw him smile a little, even though I'd just cum, I felt like I could explode in my pants again.

"How are you feeling Jack, I certainly enjoyed that".

"I feel great, thanks for letting me suck you off".

He then lent over to kiss me, of course I didn't object to this, kissing him felt so good, we ended up making out for some time.

I truly can't believe how lucky I am right now. But I'm not finished here. I've more fun to have with Jack, and I still need to find out more about this Officer Lanton!

Come back for part 3 to find out if I find Lanton, and what else I get up to with Jack

[mko001]

#cophypno story P3

(sorry it took a while. Struggled a bit with this one. Let me know what you think, and if you've got any ideas for future parts or would like to help at all, please message me)

I woke up to find an empty bed. Surely that wasn't all just a dream...was it? It felt so real, my sexy new police boyfriend. I thought I finally had everything I've ever wanted, but I guess not. I decided to try and get back to sleep to try and at least go back to that amazing dream.

As I started drifting off again, I heard something. Did I imagine it? I lay perfectly still listening out, had someone broken in?

Suddenly I heard footsteps. Someone was coming upstairs. Before I even had chance to grab something to defend myself, the door swung open and in he walked.

"Jack!"

"Morning sexy. I thought I'd treat you to breakfast in bed."

I sat there stunned and wide-eyed, staring at this beauty stood before me. I can't believe it was all real after all. I felt my cock growing below the sheets, well it would seem the thin sheets didn't hide much.

"Oh I see someone's ready for breakfast", Jack said, looking down at the growing bulge under the sheets.

"Huh? You haven't brought any breakfast in!" I responded.

"Don't be silly...I'm your breakfast, and it looks like you're certainly hungry."

Just then, Jack got onto the bed on all fours and turned away from me, stuck his arse up and used his hands to pry his butt cheeks apart.

"Well, get stuck in" he said eagerly.

I grinned, grabbed my bottle of lube from the bedside drawer, squeezed plenty out and went for it. His hole felt tight, he moaned quite a lot when I went in. Maybe I shouldn't have gone in so quick for his first time.

"Sorry, are you alright?" I asked.

"Oh fuck yeah, that felt amazing, I just want to please you Sir, go as hard as you want on me".

With that, I did as he said, I went for it hard. Damn I could feel myself about to cum, I started ploughing him even harder and faster. He moaned louder. I shot my load deep inside him...as I was cumming, I heard Jack moaning more and more, then I saw him cum at the same time. I've never made someone else cum like that at the same time, I hadn't even finished and I was ready to go again after seeing that, but I held off.

"Damn, that was fucking amazing, you are one hot cop. I'm so glad to have you!"

Jack turned out, breathing heavily, he said

"Thanks Sir, you are so hot as well. I'm so lucky to have you Sir."

I grabbed his head and pulled him in to make out with him. Then I lay back on the bed and he lay beside me looking right at me.

"Jack, remember yesterday you mentioned about another officer sucking you off one time." I said.

"Oh yeah, Officer Lanton. What about him?"

"Does he work at the same station as you?"

"Yeah he does".

"What's he like? Is he handsome?" I asked.

"Yeah he is. Not as much as you though Sir".

"Do you have any pics of him?"

Yeah I think I do, let me just grab my phone".

He reaches over me and grabs his phone off the side table. Scrolls for a while then turns the screen to me.

"This is him Sir. He's called Riley. He's one of the K-9 team at the station. I don't work with him much but I got to know him during a training day, it was that same evening when we made out whilst out drinking. Neither of us spoke about it again until we met again a short time later when several officers were at an awards evening. He came back to my hotel room after the ceremony and sucked me off. I haven't spoken to him since then."

I couldn't believe how cute this other officer was. I had to have him as well!

"Thanks for telling me all that. I need to meet him, you will have to find a way to bring him to me".

"I don't know how I'll manage that Sir. Like I said, I don't see him, and it would seem odd if I asked him to come to your house, I don't think I can Sir, sorry".

"My sexy officer". Jack's head suddenly dropped slightly, his eyes went blank and his jaw dropped down slightly. I loved the sight of him in trance, it was tempting to just keep him like this but unfortunately I can't.

"Listen to me Jack, I need you to bring Riley to me. I'll use my car to captivate him like I did with you. But I will need you to bring him round to the parking lot."

"Yes Sir", he blankly responded.

"Now I'll need to be hidden from any cameras. Do you know where all the cameras around the station are?"

"Yes Sir".

"Good, in a moment I'm going to wake you back up, you'll get ready for work, then ride in on your bike and I'll follow you in my car. When we get near, I want you to pull over and show me where to park where I won't be seen by any cameras. Then I'll park up, and you'll go and try to find Riley and get him to come out. I'm sure you'll be able to think of a reason to get him to follow you. Once he's out with me, I'll take over and get to work on him. Do you understand all that?"

"Yes Sir I understand all that".

"Good boy. Now, 3, 2, 1, wake up".

Jack came back to life, then almost instantly he went into the bathroom and turned the shower on.

I was going to wait for him to finish before I shower, but then I changed my mind. I walked him, got into the shower with him, turned him round to me and started kissing him, feeling his wet muscly body. My right hand behind his head, my left arm made its way down his chest and I started rubbing his cock. He soon started getting hard, I was also hard again. Without asking, Jack then moved his hand down my body and grabbed my dick. He started rubbing, gently at first, then faster. Our kissing got more intense, hot water pouring over us both, I started rubbing his cock harder as he did mine. We were both wanking each other almost in unison. We kept going for a while, soon I felt myself getting close, I tried to hold it...until he exploded his load all over me, this made me then fire my load all over him. The water immediately washing it all away, but that didn't stop it being any less intense. Our kissing slowed down until we both stopped and just ended up staring into each others eyes. Both breathing heavily but smiling. Neither of us said a word, but I know he enjoyed it as much as I did.

Driving behind Jack, watching him riding his patrol bike, made me horny all over again. I tried to keep my mind on driving, and before I knew it, he was pulling over into a spot not far from the station, I pulled in behind him and got out. He then told me about a small parking lot next to the station which isn't their land but they sometimes use it. He said no cameras cover that area, so I got back in and parked up in a well hidden spot, Jack had made his way into the station.

I suddenly noticed I was breathing really heavy, almost panting! I couldn't work out if it was because I was nervous, excited, scared or what. 15 minutes had now passed and no sign of anyone. Did Jack find Riley? Did he become suspicious? How much longer do I wait?

I decided to wait another 15 minutes. Still nothing. I got out the car and walked over to the car park entrance to see if I could see anyone. I saw a couple of officers stood near the front. I was too far away to hear them, but one definitely looked like Jack. Was the other officer Riley? Suddenly they both turned and started walking towards me. It was him! He looked younger than in his photo, but so attractive, and filled his uniform very well. He did look a bit suspicious. I wonder what Jack said to him?

I walked back to the car and waited. Then they both walked round the corner and I saw Jack pointing my way. I waited until they got a bit closer then I got out.

As I got out, I noticed Riley didn't even react. Was he engrossed in the car already even from that distance? Surely not!

"Hi there" I shouted over to them.

"Huh...oh hi" Riley responded. He definitely seemed a bit out of it already. He got close them stopped and just stood there. I noticed he kept looking at me then glancing towards the car. Well this should be easy.

"Thank you for coming out with officer Bailey. Has he explained anything about why I wanted to see you?" I asked.

"Err...well not much, he seemed pretty vague to be honest, but he did mention something about a potential new dog for the K9 squad".

What? What was Jack thinking? Well I guess it got him to come out anyway.

"Well, err yeah, I haven't got the dog with me right now but thought we could have a chat about it and then you can meet him. I tell you what, I'll show you a photo first on my phone and see what you think".

I got my phone out and quickly opened Google and typed in 'Police dogs' and found an image that was hopefully suitable. I then placed my phone on the hood of the car so hopefully Riley would look down and get fixated on the paintwork just like Jack had done.

He was silent for a little while just staring down, then he responded.

"He look perfect... we use that breed already...I'd...love to know more...about him".

It seemed like it was working. He was talking slower and even when I lifted my phone off the car, he kept staring at the same spot.

I left it a few more seconds before continuing.

"Yeah you'll love him...just like you love my car".

I saw him raise his eyebrow slightly in confusion, but he still kept staring at the hood.

"Your...car?" He said slurred.

"Yeah, it looks amazing doesn't it. You seem to be enjoying looking at it, you haven't stopped staring at it since you got here".

"Err...yeah....it's so...pretty".

He looked so dazed now, just like how Jack had looked. I love this car so much! I could have the whole police force under my control if it's this easy.

I let him stare a while longer, letting him go really deep. I desperately wanted to just pull him into me and make out with him, I realised I was now tenting badly! I could feel the growing wet patch down there. Damn I could get him to suck me off right here, but what if he's not deep enough under? No! I need to wait until I can condition him further back home.

"Riley, can you still hear me?"

There was a pause, I saw him figet slightly and blink. Oh damn, he's not deep enough!!

"Err...what? What's....going on?"

Oh shit! This isn't good. Why isn't it working like it did with Jack?!

Shit, shit, shit! What do I do? Do I run? But then I'll end up leaving my car here...

Just as Riley was slowly coming back to reality even further, I saw Jack walk round the corner, I managed to get his attention and got him to come over to me.

"Jack we've got a problem, the car didn't seem to work properly with Riley. He's waking up too soon. Help!"

Without even saying anything in response, Jack went up behind Riley and wrapped his arm round his neck, he placed him in some sort of choke hold.

I honestly couldn't believe what I was seeing. Does Jack know what he's doing? He's not going to kill him is he? Oh shit could this get any worse?

Just then as Riley was fighting to pull Jack away from him, he seemed to be slowing down. His eyes started rolling back inside his head, his hands slipped away from Jack's arm. Then he started to drop down to the floor, Jack slowly placing him down.

"What the hell have you done? You've not..." I felt a shiver run through my body.

"You've not...killed him have you?"

Jack looked at me, his eyes went quite wide in response to my question.

"Oh god no! I put him in a sleeper hold. I was taught how to do them back when I was in the army. He'll be out for a short time".

"Oh thank god. Thank you so much for that. Let's get him in my car and back home quickly before he wakes up".

We both picked him up and carried him to the car. As I started to open the side door, I stopped, thinking, what if he wakes up whilst I'm driving? Then I remembered I've still got some tape in the glove box from a job I was doing a while back.

"Jack wait, I've got an idea. Lay him facing down on the floor. I'm going to tie him up and put him in the boot. I don't want him waking up sat on the back seat whilst I'm driving".

Jack got Riley into position whilst I grabbed the tape. I wrapped a load round his wrists, and another load around his legs. Then I tightly wrapped it round his head covering his mouth. Don't want him waking up screaming.

I looked down at the handsome cop, in full uniform, unconscious and tied and gagged, looking so helpless. My dick sprung back into action, my need to cum was stronger than ever! Should I, right here? Oh damn. I started to rub my bulge. Suddenly another hand started rubbing the same area. For a second I freaked out, then I noticed Jack had come over. He was smiling. I nearly came right then. I looked around just to check we were still alone, then I undid my fly and pulled out my rock hard cock.

"Suck me"! I exclaimed to Jack. He immediately got down on his knees and went for it. I kept looking between Jack and Riley, still lying unconscious.

Right then, I felt myself about to explode. I pulled away from Jack, pointed over to Riley and...

"Oooohhhh fffuuuuucccckkkkkk"

I fired probably my biggest load ever, all landing over Riley's body and face. I felt like I was in heaven. Total bliss. I looked down at my helpless new cop friend, covered in my cum. I've claimed him. He's mine and he doesn't have a clue.

"Clean him up for me, then let's get him in the car".

I expected Jack to wipe up the cum, but he got back down on his knees and started licking up the cum, even off Riley's face. My cock had only just gone limp and I could already feel it getting hard again. I honestly can't believe it, how amazing this is all turning out.

Once he finished, we lifted Riley into the trunk of my car, got into the front seats and headed back to my place.

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“Oh man, Fuck!...  Oh sorry you had to hear that call.  Didn’t mean to interrupt you enjoying your brew.  It’s just that my girlfriend makes me so fucking pissed off….  Get this, she knows I work 14 days straight busting my ass on that drilling rig.  I am about to head home for four days of rest.  That’s a 7-hour drive, each way.  So she tells me that her sister and mother are in town staying with us.  My days of relaxing are shot to shit.  And worse yet there’s no way I’m getting her pussy.  I probably won’t even get head.  Ain’t that shit?...

“Oh sorry.  I forget that I’m not with a dozen or so other roughnecks out in the field.  All they talk about is pussy.  Most of them don’t have a girlfriend, let alone a wife.  Hearing them go on and on about fucking and getting a blow job, I forget that other people might talk about something else.

“My god, I just wanted to get home and kick back with a beer and get some head.  You know the kind of blowjob that goes on for an hour and it relaxes your entire body.  That doesn’t even include blowing your wad.  You know what I’m talking about?

“Oh there I go again.  Sorry if I’m telling too much....  I do that when I start drinking.   Do you care if I talk about getting blown?...  Good.  Thought so.  What man doesn’t want head at the end of weeks of working damned hard? 

“…Here’s to blowjobs!  Cheers! 

“Hey Frank! Get my friend here another beer….  Nah!  Put your money away.  I got this. 

“So your car broke down?...  We are one of two taverns for twenty miles.  The other is by the interstate one mile away.  At this time of day it’s quite deserted.  We typically only get locals in here.  That is, unless you are having work done at Mike Larson’s garage.  There’s not that much out here, just the garage, Frank’s tavern, the lodge, and the oilfield’s main office over there across the creek.  Was I right?  Is it your car?

“…That was not a happy nod.  So, you’re here for tonight… Oh wait, the garage is closed for the weekend.  You are here until Monday?  …Again, that nod tells me everything.  Well to make matters worse, there are no available women for at least 50 or 60 miles.  This is what this hellhole has to offer. 

“I don’t know about you but it looks like it’s going to be an evening of pounding the pud.  And when I get done, I’ll use my other hand to make it feel like I’m getting a handjob from someone else.

“Goddamn my girlfriend fucked this all up.  I only had this weekend off, before I have to report back here to start filling in for a bud on Wednesday.  She thought that I would want to spend time with her fucking family.  Sometimes I wonder why I’m still with her.

“You have a wife or girlfriend?... 

“…Huh!  Well, sometimes I wish I was like you, single.  But sometimes I really need to get my balls drained.  She gives great head though.  She’s the only girlfriend I had who can take my head in her throat.  I have a big schlong, and every woman I dated complained about its size.  It takes her a long time to throat me.  Most of the time I get frustrated, and I wind up grabbing her head and fucking her mouth.  Eventually it ends in her throat.  She has never taken me down to the root.

“But I really have to be buzzed to get into skull fucking the bitch.  The part she really hates is me dick slapping her.  As I said, I have a gigantic dick.  Smacking her upside her head with my cock usually throws her off balance.  So does a face slap with my hand. 

“When I get in the zone, I am all kinds of aggressive.  I am only after one thing, to bust my nut.  If that means roughing up the bitch, then she’s going to get roughed up.  If I’m drunk enough, I’ll not only fuck her cunt, but she’ll take me in her ass.

“Right now, if she were here, I would be fucking her in every position in every hole.  I wouldn’t care if she was enjoying it.  I’m so fucking horny.  I would use any woman right now.  I can’t have a weekend of jerking off.  Hell, if there was a faggot, I would use him the same way. 

“And it’s a good thing that I have a faggot sitting not ten feet away from me, paying attention to every word I say, licking his lips every time I mention blowjobs, and responding with awkward silence when I asked if he had a bitch back home.  No straight man acts this way.

“I would ask you if you are a cock sucking faggot, but we both know the answer.  Don’t we?  So this is what is going to happen.  I’m going to walk over there, to the men’s toilet.  You want my fat hog in your faggot throat, you follow me in.  Don’t say a word.  Get on your faggot knees and open your faggot mouth. 

“I’ll give you until I drain my piss.  If you don’t come in at that time, then you better be out of here and hide in your room at the lodge.

“I really got to piss, so you don’t have much time….

“…Well fuck.  I would have thought you would have taken some time to think about it.  But OK.

“I really have to piss.  While I do that get in the stall and on your knees.  Be ready for me.  I swear, the beers just pour right through me.  Oh, this feels good—

“What the fuck?  I’m not done pissing….  Oh?  So, you are one of those kinds of faggots.  Nasty piss drinking faggot!  Oh fuck, your mouth feels good.  You are definitely getting a reaction out of my hog.  That’s it for my piss for now.

“Faggot, see how big it is?  You think you can take it?

“Jesus fuck!  Right to the root with no problem!  Holy shit.  You faggots know what you are doing.  Oh man.  This is… fuck!  Oh my god! 

“Bob up and down.  Go head-to-root-to-head-to-root.  Fuck!  This is the blowjob I have been looking for all my life.  Lucky me I found me a faggot with car problems.

“Pull off.  I said, ‘Pull off!’  Look up at me.  Hold still…. 

“…What?  Nothing?  I just gave you one of the hardest bitch slaps I have ever given and you just take it….  Wait, what did you just say?  Did you just thank me… for bitch slapping you?

“Get up.  Get your faggot-ty ass up.  Let’s go.  Move!

“We are going to my room at the lodge.  You are going to spend your night with me. 

“Pay Frank your tab and leave a good tip.  Meet me outside…  A fifty?  You know what a good tip is, that or you didn’t care to wait for him to give you change.

“OK faggot.  I have never used a fag before.  But damn, that one minute in the toilet told me I have been missing out. 

“Over here.  I’m the last room.  The lodge is free for us roughnecks.  The company pays for our housing.  My room is at the end.  It’s a glorified motel room.  I have tons of beer.  You won’t get any, at least not without it going through me first.  Never did that before, but fuck I liked it.

“I plan on being here for four days.  You are going to spend your time with me and my cock down your throat.  You probably take it up your ass.  I will definitely try that out.

“Now listen up.  I have no interest in you or your dick.  I ain’t sucking you or getting fucked by you.  You try anything like that, and I will beat the shit out of you.  Understand me?...  Understand me faggot?

“And keep up the ‘Yes Sir!’  I like the sound of that.  Here we are.  Faggot this is all new for me.  But I will tell you this, I am liking what has been done so far.  I’m so ready to do this.  My cock has not lost it’s hard on.  I may never go back.  Faggot get inside and strip!”