Hunter of sex

After a whole month of cooking for his roommate Bill, without so much as a thank you, Charlie had issued an ultimatum; he’d only be cooking enough for one from now on, and his roommate would have to fend for himself. Bill had just ignored Charlie’s declaration, not seeming to take the threat seriously.

When mealtime next came around, Charlie went through with his threat and only prepared enough food for one. When Bill was drawn to the kitchen by the smell of cooking, Charlie thought he’d won and so smugly asked his roommate what he’d be eating. His roommate had smirked, pointed to what Charlie had made, and said that. When Charlie protested, Bill said that Charlie didn’t need to worry; he’d been whipping up a meal for Charlie all day.

Bill had then dropped his shorts and whipped out his rapidly inflating cock. Laughing at Charlie’s dumbstruck face, Bill said that ever since he’d caught Charlie checking out his package, he’d known exactly what Charlie’s favourite meal would really be. So Charlie better come get a big helping while Bill eats the meal Charlie had made, as he’d only be letting Charlie get a taste of his cock when he was eating his own meal.

The thrusting, now quick jabs back inside, continued.

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

“You don’t want me to think a—“

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

“Your cock.”

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

Ramming. Jabbing. Piston fucking.

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

“Attaboy, open up for me.”

“Think only about cock…”

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

“You’re mine, now. You’re my boy.”

“I’m your boy.”

“You are for my cock.”

“I am for cock.”

“Good boy.”

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

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

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

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

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

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