Friday, February 7, 2020

Private Tutoring

Diego's parents were not at all concerned about him hanging out frequently over at Prof Anderson's home, their new neighbour next door. In fact, his parents, both highly successful businesspersons, were too busy to care much about their only child. In between running their own businesses and all of the socializing events to keep up with their social elite status, there was simply no time to figure out what their boy was up to. Thankfully, Diego was by nature a gentle quiet soul, who had always been more interested in arts and literature than your stereotypical rich boy stuff like drugs and partying, so they genuinely trusted that their boy was always pure like an angel and would not be up to no good.

When Prof Anderson moved in next door about two months ago, Diego had mentioned about it to his parents. Apparently he is an art history professor at the same university that Diego is attending, although the young man, who was majoring in English, was not enrolled in any of the prof's courses. After some time, Diego mentioned that the professor was a nice guy and some times gave him rides to and from school. Soon after that, he mentioned that the professor invited him over to chat about their interests for literature, check out his art collection, and so on.

After a while, Diego started spending more and more time over at Prof Anderson's place. From one afternoon to almost every other day after class; from just the afternoon to almost all evening and sometimes even on the weekend. At first, Diego seemed a bit shy, almost like embarrassed, to mention it to his parents, but over time, he became more and more happy and enthusiastic about his visits to the neighbour. 

At some point, when his visits were becoming nearly daily and for hours on end, his parents tried to probe him about what he does over there. "Oh nothing...Prof Anderson is helping with some of my school work...", Diego would answer nervously, "you know....he's showing me things...giving me some private tutoring...to help me explore deeper our interests." Ever too busy with their own lives, his parents didn't really bothered to question further about his activities next door. That explanation made sense and seemed reasonable enough for them. They trusted him...a sweet quiet boy like Diego, what trouble could he get into? Besides, he's just hanging out with a professor, who is a well-dressed, well-spoken educated man...why should there be any worries about that! If it helps with Diego's studies, then all the better!

Oh....if only they find out which part of their interests was Prof Anderson helping Diego "explore deeper". If only they realize those long and intense "private tutoring" sessions have nothing to do with arts and literature, but rather involve a lot of sniffing, licking and sucking....

Friday, January 10, 2020

Dad Nextdoor

Soon after moving into his new apartment, Rafael realized he had developed a secret crush on his neighbour, Mr. Matherson, a single dad living with his son, Jason, who is in university. At first he was too shy, but Mr. Matherson was the first to strike up the conversation with Rafael. Turns out he is a super friendly guy, and soon he was always chatting up with the new neighbour in the hallway and even inviting him over for drinks and dinner. Then the dinner invitations and hanging over at the Mathersons became a regular thing too. The friendliness and invitations were great, but at the same time, he obviously couldn't express his feelings out to a straight dad, and so this was quickly driving Rafael crazy with lust on this sexy man.

Soon, Rafael has decided that he needed to find a way to act out his growing crush on his neighbour. He didn't know why, but it suddenly occurred to him that, during one of those dinners at the Mathersons' home, Rafael realized that Jason, the younger Matherson, is studying psychology in university, with a major specializing in psychotherapy. He somehow recalled that Jason has been learning about hypnosis for his future practice. It was a random crazy idea, but Rafael decided that perhaps he could ask Jason to teach him about hypnosis and he might able to use that on Mr. Matherson...It didn't seem to be totally logical or appropriate to him, and it was completely beyond his usual composed and respectful character, but at the same time his mind somehow quickly drowned out his doubts and reasoned itself that this would be a good idea to give it a try.

So after coming over for dinner one night, Rafael went to Jason's room to ask if he could teach him about hypnosis. The college student was surprisingly welcoming to the request, as if almost like he was expecting the question from his Hispanic neighbour. Over the next two weeks, Rafael would then learn about all the tricks and methods to conduct hypnosis in Jason's room every evening after dinner. Rafael couldn't exactly recall the specifics of what he learned every night, but he somehow realized that he was becoming gradually more adept with the skills of mind control. 

Several more nights later, Rafael was over again for dinner, but Jason was not around. After eating, the thought came up to Rafael that it was finally time to try out his new skills on his dream subject, Mr. Matherson. He waited nervously in the living room until Mr. Matherson was done cleaning up in the kitchen and joined him on the couch. As they sat quietly watching TV, Rafael slowly started off with some small low talk to gradually get Mr. Matherson into the mindset. After a while, once he noticed that the older man was becoming droopy, his breathing slowed and was slurring his words, Rafael got on with the steps Jason had taught him to take the man deeper. His mind seemed to have gone on autopilot at this point, the young Hispanic didn't seem to need to think about what he was doing, but his body was carrying out the entire hypnosis process smoothly like a preset sequence.

After about 30 minutes, Mr. Matherson was now slumped over on the couch, deeply entranced. Rafael couldn't believe how easy Jason's trick worked, almost too easy. He hoped that Jason would never find out that he had taught someone his own mind control skills only to be used on his own father. But Rafael would worry about that another time, because now his biggest crush is now at his fingertips to do as he pleased. Rafael tried a few basic commands to make sure that the hunky father is fully under his control. Once he was sure it works, the young man didn't waste any time pulling out his throbbing cock from his suit pants. The growing lust on the man seemed to have taken over any sensible or rational thinking in the young businessman. He then ordered Mr. Matherson to crawl over and service him. The single dad moved slowly but did not miss a beat in swallowing Rafael's leaking hard dick straight down, and began slurping on it eagerly like a giant lollipop.



Rafael was in pure bliss and ecstasy. He was surprised by how good Mr. Matherson seems to be at sucking dick, which he was puzzled about it for a moment, but those questions don't matter...the fact that his dream man was sucking him right now was the most important thing. Rafael was quickly getting close to orgasm, but just as he was about to reach the tipping point, he heard a snap of fingers and someone said: "Sleepy neighbour", and he went out like a light.  

When Rafael came to again, Mr. Matherson was no longer on his knees or sucking on his dick. In fact, those don't matter to him much right now, even though his own cock was still throbbing hard. Instead, Rafael turned around and was now faced with Mr. Matherson's hard cock pointing straight at him. The young businessman's eyes glazed over, his mind blanked out and was suddenly taken over by an overwhelming desire to taste this wonderful piece of meat in front of him. He jumped up from his seat and immediately plunged himself mouth-first onto Mr. Matherson's cock as if his life depended on it. It literally was all that mattered in Rafael's mind at the moment. His crush on Mr. Matherson, where he was, what he was doing...all his thoughts faded far into the back of his mind, replaced by nothing but a sole command to suck on the piece of meat in front of him, and so he did. In front of him, Mr. Matherson simply stood passively with his pants open while his young neighbour slurped on his hard tool desperately. Aside from an occasional involuntary sigh and moan of pleasure, the single dad did not seem to be actively engaged in the action otherwise. In between the self-absorbed Rafael and the passive Mr. Matherson, while the two of them appear physically to be intensely engaged in sex together, there was actually very little mental interaction between the two...each of them simply following the command imprinted in their minds in oblivion.



Rafael was totally lost in his sucking, energetically slurping on the wet hard dick in his mouth, without missing a beat and without a care of anything else around him, including Mr. Matherson. Likewise for Mr. Matherson, he was completely lost in his dreamy la-la-land, and his only connection with the reality around him was the intense sensation from the mindless assault on his throbbing dick. It was driving him mad with lust and his sexual high had long reached an unbearable level, but he has not been instructed to cum yet. Instead, without the final trigger, Mr. Matherson was helplessly stuck in this frustrating perpetual loop of maddening sexual lust, getting literally to the edge, yet not being able to shoot, but then desiring more of the stimulation to get closer, wanting more, getting closer, and so on...

On the opposite side of the living room, sitting on another couch facing the two men, Jason Matherson watched on as his own father was engaged in intense gay sex with their neighbour right in the living room...all according to his commands. In fact, he had been there the entire time ever since Rafael came in and had been calling the shots all along, though they simply ignored his presence as he had instructed. 

Ever since Rafael moved in next door, Jason already had his eyes on the sexy Hispanic man. All of that crush on his dad, the frequent dinner invitations and the long evenings that Rafael spent at the Mathersons' were not a natural occurrence; they were all part of Jason's plot to ensnare his new neighbour. The nightly hypnotic training sessions had prepared the unsuspecting businessman's mind to follow the pre-scripted course of action. Along the way, Mr. Matherson conveniently served as the bait for that phoney "mind control technique" that Rafael thought he knew. Jason's dad had actually been under his control for some time already...was it since last year when Jason started his third year studies and began working as part-time research assistant for the Professor? Jason's mind drew a blank on that thought for a moment, before a powerful mental force buried those thoughts away quickly and refocused his mind back on the important task in hand; he had been assigned a mission and it was crucial that he completes it successfully. What happened in the past didn't matter to Jason anymore, all that matters is that his plan finally culminated into what's in front of him right now.

Satisfied that his mission was accomplished, Jason picked up his phone and dialed a number. When the call connected, he said: "He's ready, Professor." The voice on the other end said a few things, Jason's eyes quickly glazed over, his body tensed up, and his dick stiffened up right away. His voice also turned monotone as he continued his one-way conversation with the Professor on the phone: "Yes Professor, I understand...Yes Professor, we will wait for your arrival to claim your new slave....Yes Professor, Dad and I are both your loyal slaves to serve as you please....Thank you Professor."

With those last words, Jason hung up his phone, stripped off all of his clothes and made his way over to join his dad and Rafael. He knelt down on the floor by Rafael, who was still mindlessly sliding Mr. Matherson's unyielding hard cock in and out of his mouth. Jason pulled his head in between his neighbour's legs up to his crotch, and swallowed the stiff and profusely leaking Hispanic meat into his mouth. At the Professor's instruction, he too then began mindlessly working on the hard tool in his mouth until the Professor shows up to inspect and claim official ownership of Rafael as the latest addition to his stable of hypno slaves.

Saturday, December 7, 2019

College Reunion

It was a long time in planning, but finally the guys were able to settle on a date for their great reunion. It has been years since they graduated from university and everyone moved on with their lives, building successful careers, starting their own families, raising kids, and so on. Even though they've kept in touch over the years, gathering together in person was getting more and more difficult. So this is going to be a wonderful occasion to finally reconnect with their best buddies...a whole long weekend, just the good old guys, no wives, no kids, no girlfriends, no phone calls, no emails, etc. Carl even offered to host the gathering at his cottage out in the wild for greater seclusion and privacy. 

After years of building and living their serious adult lives, they surely miss the feeling of being a carefree college kid, partying and hanging out together in that old house they rented together off-campus. Yes, they sure miss those good old days...but more so than just wanting to see the gang again after so many years and catching up on everyone's lives, there's just one more particular thing that these guys having been most looking forward to reconnect and relive with each other. It's that special connection that they have with each other, that bonded them so tightly together as an intimate pack even after so many years...if only their wives, girlfriends, kids, or friends realized what this is, or what kinds of "buddy stuff" are they actually going to engage in over this weekend...

The guys all took off from work a bit early on Friday afternoon and drove straight away to Carl's cottage far out in the countryside. As soon as they step into the house, after a few quick pleasantries with each other, they wasted no time pairing off into small groups and got down to real business of "reconnecting" intimately with their good old buddies, through smell and taste... 
   

  


  



And so the college buddies reunited and were complete lost in their ecstatic "reconnection" with each other well into the evening. They missed the feeling and odour of one another for so long that they seemed to have become instantly hooked on it again, like a long forgotten feeling that just suddenly reignited in their minds again. The guys were already eagerly talking about needing to do these gatherings more often again (perhaps at least once a month). But that's for later on, for now, the long weekend has only just started, and they have lots of fun planned. They'll try to not hand out too late tonight, because tomorrow, they'll head out together for a morning jog and hike through the forest, then it's back to the cottage to "reconnect" with each other again for the rest of the day...

Saturday, November 2, 2019

Corporate Reorientation

Mr. Parker and Mr. Johnson knew it was inevitable, despite their best efforts and that of their loyal staff to try and save the business they built over their 30-year career. It was particularly sad for Johnson, since he was hoping to retire next year with the legacy of his business, but now things may be a bit more grim. The sales were just not bringing in enough cash to cover the mounting debts. The firm would not be able to survive more than two months, but the entire office remained dedicated to Parker & Johnson and vowed to fight to the end with their wonderful bosses. Then one day, out of the blue, a mysterious white knight saviour, going by the name of Mr. Masters, approached Mr Parker and offered a mind-blowing deal that was almost impossible to refuse, though it did come with a string of conditions. After some quick discussions with Mr Johnson and their staff, in the name of the survival of their legacy and the benefit of their staff, Parker & Johnson approved Mr. Masters' proposal to acquire the company. The deal allowed Mr. Masters to take over full ownership of the firm, its assets and debts (which were quickly written off), but both Parker & Johnson can continue to remain as heads within the firm. Business can mostly continue as usual, but Mr. Masters suggested that the failure of their traditional line of business was the main cause of their previous troubles, so he would like to propose some reorganization to diversify the business profile of the firm and expand its revenue sources. However, Mr. Masters did not elaborate on what the plan entails specifically, noting that he would prefer to provide more information at once in a video-conference meeting with all of the staff. He also particularly emphasized that they must make sure that everyone must be present for the meeting. Both Parker and Johnson were a bit skeptical a bit about Mr. Masters proposal, but he was the new owner after all and they figured it wouldn't hurt to see what their staff thinks as well, so they agreed to set up the staff meeting.

Come the following Monday morning, and everyone in the firm showed up into the main boardroom for the video meeting with their new owner. At 8:00, Mr Parker connected the line, dimmed the lights, and Mr. Masters appeared on the screen, seated behind his desk, immaculately dressed in a suit, an air of strong authority emanating from him, and from his deep calm voice. He started his speech with the usual greetings and all the friendly talk about working together for a great future ahead. He then went onto an intro about himself, his business profile, so on and so forth in a drawn-out monologue that did not seem to end. Throughout his talk, Mr. Masters maintained the same calm deep voice, booming over the speakers across the boardroom, and he never seemed to lose pace of his speech. It soon became a constant monotone rhythm of words echoing around the room, and the audience was gradually losing focus on the words themselves, but was rather drawn to the rhythmic flow of sound. They also never noticed the low static white noise that was gradually inserted into the background, as well as those brief static flashes that sparked on the screen synchronized to the pace of the speech. 

Before the clock hit 9:00, everyone in the boardroom was already deep asleep, slumped in their chairs in a deep trance, minds wide open to Masters suggestions. First order of business, Masters instructed all female staff to quit their positions in the firm effective immediately. They will be transferred into suitable functions in other companies within Masters' business empire. Once the ladies were taken care of and have left the room, Masters can then carry on laying out his true corporate reorientation plan for Parker & Johnson with the remaining all-male staff, as well as the intensive training that they will be required to undergo for the rest of the morning...and then again every morning over the next two weeks... 

Two months later...

It would have been the end of Parker & Johnson by now, but ever since Masters acquired the firm, business has been thriving ever since, although none of the guys in the company are really aware of the true source of their renewed revenues. First of all, several changes have occurred with the company since the takeover: the entire office is comprised only of men, and it has moved from its previous office in a downtown tower into a small two-story building in the older warehouse district of the town. Their office is on the second floor, but the guys, including Parker and Johnson themselves, never thought about or questioned what was on the ground floor, even though it's supposedly part of their office as well. Everything was arranged by Masters and so they never thought of anything odd of it. 

They all come to work everyday as usual. They are still working on their old trade as they used to, even though the revenues from that are really piss poor, but it did not seem odd to them at all. The guys did not realize that, the real core of their business nowadays that's holding up the company is actually what happens on the first floor, and each and everyone of them are contributing to its success (and their own degradation), even if they are not consciously aware of it.

In reality, the entire ground floor of the new office location has been set up into a gloryhole parlour. Men who are looking to get sucked off would come in from a back entrance, pay for entry and roam around a corridor that circles around the inside perimeter of the building. The staff from the office upstairs can come downstairs via a hidden staircase directly into the central area of the lower level. This space is completely walled off from the visitors' hallway, except for a series of gloryholes lined all around the wall separating the two spaces. Staff would be manning the holes throughout the day, ready to service any cocks that came through the holes. So while Mr Parker, Mr Johnson and their staff still believe that they were still running their old business as usual, they did not consciously realize, and would never have imagined, that their new line of business has turned them into seedy gloryhole sluts.

So everyday, the guys would still come to work dressed for the office as they have always been, come in and do some paperwork just to make sure the business is running smoothly. But then when the time came, they would drop everything and make their way downstairs to perform their new real duties. They did try to operate initially on some sort of shift patterns, but as time went by and their services quickly gained popularity among the discreet circles of men seeking quick anonymous relief, the need for someone to be constantly manning the booths became increasingly important. So more often than not, Alex and Mike, the two young interns, always find themselves spending most of their days downstairs, their mouths busy all day long and working tirelessly on anything but office work.


There are also the dedicated, hardworking types that are also always willing to contribute their best efforts and do a good job without complaint, like Samir, Ming and Martin from Accounting. All three of them, humble, soft-spoken and a bit of the nerdy type, would fit the description of good traditional family men. Wonder what their housewives and kids would think if they realized what their hardworking loving daddies had been made to do everyday at work...



But really, no one working at Parker & Johnson had been spared from this nasty new venture that Masters had "reoriented" them into. They are never consciously aware of their actions or of this new side of their business, other than some sore jaws and tongues at the end of each day, or an occasional strange taste in their mouths, but the conditioning has simply taught them to ignore those or just think of it as normal tiredness from work. Regardless, when down by the holes, they simply performed mindlessly as they have been conditioned by Masters. Everyone went about their lives normally as before, none of them had been turned gay, except when it's time to head downstairs at the office. Down there, their regular selves shut down and the cocksucking automatons that they have been programmed into kick in. Like the sales managers, they would continue to brag to each other about their girlfriends or female conquests in the office or outside work. But for what little time they spent in the office, they would always find themselves down in the holes enthusiastically conducting their "other sales services" on several waiting cocks for at least an hour or two each day.



Despite most of them still being straight macho guys, the intense mind conditioning and oral training they have received during that first two weeks of the acquisition meant that they'd always go all out to please the unidentified dicks that come through the holes and in between their lips. Often this leads to some messy outcomes...


But in their altered mindsets, it did not bother them a bit. They would carefully wipe of the spillover from the faces with their fingers straight into their mouths, as if spilled ketchup. They always make sure they are clean and presentable again before heading back upstairs to their real personalities.

Even the guys from IT and Mail Room were required to partake. In between fixing the computer systems and the odd technical issues, or sorting out the deliveries, rather than sitting around chatting, playing video games or web surfing, these guys now spend most of their spare time down in the booths to "maximize their productivity" in the company.



Last but not least, Mr. Parker and Mr. Johnson. The original founders and owners of the firm, now under Masters' control, are still the co-Presidents of the company on the surface and to outsiders in their original field of business. But down below, in the realm of their true new core business instilled by Masters, the two ex-owners are no different from the rest of their staff: just another mouth waiting at one of the gloryholes to service the anonymous cocks that come through. Mr. Parker is the more active partner with still a number of years to go in his career, so he is still quite busy with the "regular business" with clients and meetings, but with any spare moments he has in the office (including lunch time), Parker would always be compelled to head downstairs to assist his staff to work on a cock or two here and there.


Mr. Johnson, on the other hand, is set to retire in a couple of months, so he has scaled back and passed on a fair bit of his workload and duties to Mr Parker. As a result, he has more free time in the office and therefore, like the interns, Johnson would end up spending most of his days down below servicing one dick after another. Despite his more senior age, the "clients" did not seem to mind or notice any difference from the other staff, so it has no impact at all on the overall "productivity". Lately, Johnson has started rethinking about his retirement plans, with business seeming to pick up some momentum again, he was beginning to consider coming back later to help Parker and the guys out.  He was thinking about whether he should return to the company as a "Special Advisor" on contract, or perhaps even just as volunteer...Of course, he believes this are all his own ideas.


All in all, business is definitely thriving at Parker & Johnson. As word spread around about their spot and the highly skilled oral service they provided, more and more men started to come regularly to relieve their loads into the "talented" unseen mouths of the staff. It is not uncommon these days to regularly find more dicks in need of service than available staff on duty. Those working nearby would simply need to step up and attend to more than one dick at the same time to satisfy the demands. Masters has already instructed Mr. Parker to hire some more new staff...perhaps a couple more interns who could then stay on as permanent staff upon graduation...


So far, Masters has been kind with the guys at Parker & Johnson. For their decency and sanity sake, he's been keeping their identities discreet and private behind the walls of the gloryholes, and of course their conscious minds have never been exposed to their "alternative business practices". However, with the guys gaining popularity around the gay sex community and the business continuing on an up trend with growing demands, Masters thought it may be time to step up the game and diversify the business. But he wanted to give it a test run first to see how it goes. So he hand picked a couple of hunky guys in the office one day, and got the IT guys to set up some cameras next to the booths where the guys were stationed at. Then he instructed the hunky guys to simply play with themselves while they worked on a customer. At first, the guys were a bit clumsy and robotic with their masturbation show as they tried to focus on servicing the cocks in their mouths at the same time.


But as they got into the flow of it, they quickly managed to put on a bit of a show for the cameras. Heck, Peter from HR even somehow managed to pull down his pants and started fingering his ass...much to Masters' surprise and delight.


Once he got enough footage of the guys, Masters instructed the IT guys to pack up the cameras and to go back and edit the videos. Once those are ready, he will have them upload it to the secure website that had already been set up to promote their gloryhole services. These first four clips are going to be a teaser for the users. Masters was pretty sure it is going to be a hit, but still, he wanted to gauge their followers' responses so that when he fully launches the streaming video service, he would have a better idea of what would sell better with his videos. He has decided to blur out the guys' faces in these teaser videos for now, but when the actual pay videos site will start, the faces of the guys will no longer be hidden from view at all. So the guys will be fully exposing themselves to the internet, engaged in all kinds of scandalous acts for all to see. Masters couldn't help but flash a cruel smile as he thought about that. The possibilities will be endless that...he could already picture a montage of various steamy sex scenes that he could instruct the guys to act out, letting the world see them engaging in dirty gay sex with each other but yet remaining completely clueless and oblivious to it themselves.

"Well, honeymoon's over. It's time for some more hard work and some real dirty money, my sexy office slaves!" Masters thought to himself as he made his way back up to the main office, leaving the disheveled hunks downstairs, as they continue to mindlessly busy themselves at serving yet another round of anonymous cocks pushing through the gloryholes... 

Private Tutoring

Diego's parents were not at all concerned about him hanging out frequently over at Prof Anderson's home, their new neighbour next do...