The Slippery Slope 2 (hypno coll)
by DomPrep
The man easily got Mike buckled into the passenger seat of his waiting car. He looked at the young jock’s rhythmically rising and falling chest, his vacant blue eyes, his hand mechanically pumping the hard cock trapped in those white boxer briefs as it vainly attempted to bring about a release he so desperately needed, and he knew that he had chosen his target wisely.
As the man drove the car out to his house deep in the country-side, he took the time to slowly deepen the young jock’s trance. “That’s it Mike, feel yourself going deeper and deeper . . . your whole body relaxed and a peace . . . the deeper you go the more relaxed you are . . . the more relaxed you are the more obedient you are . . . the more obedient you are the hornier you become . . . you understand don’t you?”
“Y-y-y-yes . . . o-o-o-obedient . . . h-h-h-horny” came the mumbled reply. Mike had sunk down into the seat but his eyes were glazed both by the trance and the need to cum. The front of his white boxer briefs were soaked with the pre-jizz flowing freely from his cock.
“That’s right Mike. In a minute I will ask you to close your eyes for me and when you do you will slip even deeper into your trance. When I tell you to wake up you will have no conscious memory of what happened between us tonight from the moment that I sat down with you. You will think and act as you normally would but you will still be deeply hypnotized even though you won’t realize it and if I ever say the words “sleepy fratboy” you will immediately fall back into an even deeper trance, ten times deeper than the one you are in now. Do you understand Mike?”
“U-u-u-understand,” sighed the zonked out stud, “s-s-s-sleepy fratboy.”
“You will also find that when I wake you that if I tell you something that your subconscious mind will accept it as fact. This will be the case even if you’re conscious mind fights the idea. If I tell you something you won’t be able to resist no matter how much the idea consciously embarrasses or humiliates or wouldn’t normally interest you. Do you understand Mike?”
“Y-y-y-yes,” Mike replied from deep in his trance.
“In fact, the more wrong or bad or embarrassing that you consciously find whatever I’m telling you to be, the more and more aroused you will become by it. You will also find that my touch is incredibly arousing to you. Whenever I touch you, you will feel an uncontrollable wave of sexual excitement. Each touch will feel like the most incredible erotic experience of your life. You won’t be able to control it and even if inside you think that it is wrong or bad you will still be unstoppably aroused. Do you understand Mike?” As the man finished speaking he touched Mike in the middle of the forehead.
“O-o-o-oh!!!!” moaned Mike, “O-o-o-oh . . . F-f-f-fuck . . . Y-y-y-yes”
The man smiled saying, “Now close your eyes and sleep for me like a good boy.”
* * * *
Mike’s eyes slowly came open. He was in an all white room. It looked like it could be a hospital room of some sort but what would he be doing in a hospital? He was laying on his back on what could be an examination table. His head throbbed and felt fuzzy as if it had been stuffed with cotton. He tried to move his arm and legs but they weren’t responding. It took him a few seconds to realize it was because his wrists were restrained to the sides of the table and his ankles were restrained in a set of raised stirrups at the end of the bed. It took him another few seconds to comprehend that other than his sneakers and his boxer briefs he was completely naked.
Mike pulled weakly against the straps holding him down. He knew he had to get up and out of this place. This wasn’t right. He started to yell for help but only the faintest whispered croaking sound escaped his sandpaper dry throat.
The door opened and a man in a white lab coat walked in. “I see you’re awake,” said the man. “Just relax. Everything is okay. How are you feeling?”
“W-w-w-weird,” Mike managed to choke out in a raspy voice. “W-w-w-where am I?”
“It’s no wonder that you feel weird, you apparently were on the losing end of a fight last night and your friends dropped you off. We have to keep you for observation,” the man said smiling at Mike.
Had he been in a fight last night? Mike had no memory of anything after sitting down in a booth of some dive bar last night. He must have been drunk. Mike could feel himself relaxing though he knew that he shouldn’t. What kind of hospital would keep a patient tied to a table dressed only in his underwear and sneakers after all but still, and almost against his will, a part of him felt that everything must be all right.
“You must be wondering why you’re restrained,” said the man as if reading his mind. “You were thrashing about quite a bit and we didn’t want you to hurt yourself. I’m sure we’ll be able to undo the restraints soon but in the meantime I’m sure you’ll get used to them. In fact, some of our patients find that they grow to enjoy them.”
At least he had an answer about the restraints but Mike couldn’t begin to figure out what hell was this guy talking about otherwise. What kind of a sick fuck enjoys being tied down to a table after all. Still . . . the straps weren’t all that tight. They actually kind of caressed his wrist and ankles in a way that Mike was starting to find a turn-on. No, Mike thought, this isn’t right. I’m not into that kind of freaky shit but still he couldn’t deny how good the restraints were starting to feel. Especially when he started to feel that familiar tingle in his crotch.
Focus on something else . . . focus on something else, Mike thought, you can’t let yourself throw a bone over being tied to a table. He looked up at the man thinking that if this was a hospital of some sort than this man must be a doctor and hoping that the doctor’s presence would distract him. It didn’t help though because he could still feel the tingle in his groin starting to grow, as he said raspily, “So how did I end up here? Did my friends say anything about the fight?”
“Well your friends said that it was unclear what happened but that the guy who beat you up said that you tried to proposition him sexually in the bar.”
“No fucking way,” Mike shouted tugging at the straps. “I’m not gay Doc. Ask any of the guys in my frat, I get more pussy than any other dude on campus.” Some fucking asshole had sucker punched him and was now spreading rumors about him being gay! It’s a good thing these straps are on and holding me so firmly to this bed, Mike thought; because otherwise I’d be out of this bed hunting that asshole down to settle the score. Imagine that, thought Mike indignantly, as he almost involuntarily flexed his well-muscled arms and legs, some fucker saying he was a fag. It was fucking ridiculous he thought settling down some and enjoying the pleasant feeling of the straps against his bare skin. Him with another guy! What a fucking joke, his bros would never believe something like that, he thought as he flexed and un flexed his trapped muscles. If only that damn tingle in his groin would calm down some he’d have been laughing over it. However, it had done just the opposite; it had graduated from a tickle to a sort of an itch. An itch he knew he could scratch by moving his hips a bit so his cock rubbed against the inside of his damp boxer briefs (why were they so damp in the first place?). Maybe if he squirmed his ass a bit that would help relieve that itch. Yeah that’s right; that feels good.
Holy shit, Mike thought suddenly coming to himself, some dude tells me that a guy is saying I’m a fag and here I am rubbing my ass against a table like a bitch in heat. This ends now, Mike silently vowed; but he couldn’t stop moving his ass against the table. “Oh fuck,” he said as he could feel his cock starting to stir.
“It’s okay,” the man said. “I’m sure it was all a misunderstanding. It’s not like you get turned-on when a guy touches you is it?” He laughed as he put a hand on Mike’s bare shoulder.
“U-u-u-u-n-n-n-n-h-h-h-h” was the guttural groan that Mike couldn’t suppress as the doctor’s hand touched his shoulder. It was like the doctor’s hand had sent a shock wave through his shoulder straight to his cock, which lurched from its semi-hard state to full on wood. This can’t be happening . . . this can’t fucking be happening, thought Mike. Some dude touches him and now he’s suddenly boned harder than he’s ever been before? No. . . Fucking . . . Way, Mike thought but he looked down and saw that his boxer briefs were obscenely tented. It couldn’t be, Mike screamed inside, I am not boned up over some guy! He could feel himself panicking. Maybe the doctor wouldn’t notice . . .Maybe he could get his unruly cock under control . . . Maybe the blow he took to the head in the fight had him all fucked up. He looked at the doctor, who had removed his hand from Mike’s shoulder, and was thankful that the doctor seemed to be obliviously looking down at his clipboard while moving down to the end of the table.
“Of course you’re not gay,” said the man from the bottom of the table still looking down at his clipboard. “You’d be amazed at some of the things I’ve seen around here. One guy was got a hard-on every time I touched him. Can you imagine something like that? A guy like that must be some kind of fag,” he said in a conspiratorially lower tone; “Am I right?” He lowered his hand to Mike’s shin as he said it.
Try as he might, Mike couldn’t suppress the moan of pleasure that came unbidden from his lips, “O-o-o-oh . . . G-g-g-god.” He felt his cock lurched again against the soft cotton of his boxer briefs. He felt his body buck forward against the straps that restrained him. He was losing control he thought lamely as he tried to fight against his throbbing cock. Pull it together . . . pull it together Mikey, he fell to his inner-self trying to marshal all of the self-control he had learned from his years as first class athlete. You got this Mikey . . . you control it; it doesn’t control you; you’re not some fag.
“Still,” said the man as he feigned continued interest in the clipboard, “I’ve seen worse. You spend as many years at this as I have you seen all kinds of freaks and fetishists.” He adjusted the stirrups at the end of the bed so Mike’s legs were spread with his feet shoulder-length apart. He stepped between Mike’s parted legs and put a hand down on the jock’s inner thigh.
“U-u-u-unh . . . u-u-u-uhh,” Mike moaned through clenched teeth. He felt his self-control waning as his cock throbbed and sent out a spurt of pre-cum basting his cockhead and the inside of his boxer briefs. Focus . . . focus . . . focus, became his interior mantra. Can’t . . . let . . . this . . . happen.
“Are you uncomfortable? I can see that you are. Here let me help.” The man took a pair of surgical scissors out of the pocket of his lab coat and started to cut up the leg of Mike’s boxer briefs.
This can’t be happening thought Mike. He wanted to scream out; to tell the doctor to stop right now; that this was unacceptable. Somehow, though the connection never made it from his brain to his mouth. Instead all that came out was a low moan as he squirming trying to thrust his engorged cock against the inside of his boxer briefs. He could feel the cool metal slide up his thigh cutting away his underwear and the last of his self-control. He tried to rally himself one last time. He could beat this he thought. He knew he could he thought as his cock was cut loose from its cotton cage and the last vestiges of his self-control crumbled as the cool air caressed it.
“That’s better isn’t it?” the man said as he made his way back to the foot of the table. He watched as Mike’s hard 7” cock waved around in the air trying to find purchase. It was bright red and a steady stream of sap leaked from its slit.
Mike couldn’t think of anything other than the fact that he needed to cum. He needed to cum in a way that he’d never needed before in his young life. Mike’s cock was in charge now and it was confused and needed attention. Mike never denied it the attention that it craved before. Either by his own hand or in some college girl’s wet pussy, it always got what it needed. Now it had driven every other need out of his head with its demands. The doctor was down there talking to him about the freaks and the fetishists again, not that Mike could really concentrate on what was being said to him.
The man was standing at the bottom of the table near Mike’s right foot. “When you’ve done this as long as I have you’ve seen it all. Why, I once saw a guy who was obsessed with sneakers. He’d see another guy’s sneakers or even his own and he’d get turned on. Can you imagine that Mike? Looking up and seeing this sneaker and getting turned-on?”
Mike needed to cum even worse now. He had no idea what the doctor was saying to him but he looked up over at him and his eyes caught sight of the doctor standing next to his right foot. He could see his well-worn grey Nike there too. It was like he never noticed the sneaker before today. He took in its mix of leather and mesh. Its scuffs and stains. The way the light caught the silverfish white swoosh on the side. He moaned with a need that he’d never felt before as he watched the doctor’s fingers undo the knot.
The man watched smirking as Mike’s glazed eyes watched him undo the knot on his sneakers. He loosened the laces then and worked the tongue till the sneaker was loose on the jock’s foot. “Guys like that,” he said “have no self-control. They are so hard and horny over sneakers that it’s all they can think about. How they look . . . how they feel . . . how they smell.” He slipped the sneaker off Mike’s foot and moved towards the head of the table.
Mike watched as the sneaker was stripped off his foot. It was like he was watching a movie . . . a porno move. He was so hard and all he wanted was to cum and the sneaker was now calling to him with its own siren song. Mike watched with hunger-filled eyes as the doctor brought the sneaker up to his nose and mouth. “P-p-p-please . . . n-n-n-no,” he said without conviction as it was sealed in place and tied off behind his head. He held his breath as long as he could but it wasn’t long before he was taking a deep lungful and he was lost.
The man watched with increasing excitement and arousal as the young jock succumbed. He reached down and lightly stroke the boy’s cock as he told him about how for some guys that scent acted like a drug. How it made them more and more horny and out of control. He watched as Mike’s head slump down to the table and his eyes rolled back in his head and he gave in to the need that he could no longer deny. He heard the boy’s muffled groans and moans as he slipped the other sneaker off the boy’s foot and slipped it over the jock’s hard cock.
Mike was in haze of sexual need as he felt something warm and damp being slipped onto his cock. He thrust his hips up and into it over and over again; registering how good it felt . . . how right. A distant part of his mind screamed in protest and horror at the degradation of a lacrosse star, a fraternity B.M.O.C. and a confirmed pussy hound being made to fuck his own sneaker but that part of his mind was shouted down by his all-consuming need to shoot his nut. The doctor was milking him like a prize heifer into his own sneaker and he was letting it happen. No, he wasn’t only letting it happen, he was wishing for it to happen and he was enjoying it! Then he heard the doctor tell him to cum.
“Cum” the man said and speeded up his stroking and rubbing of the sneaker up and down the length of the jock’s hard dripping shaft. Suddenly the boy’s body went tense. All his muscles bulged, his toes curled and he let out a great bellow, muffled only by the sneaker on his face.
“M-m-m-mhh . . . m-m-m-mhh . . . u-u-u-ugh . . . o-o-o-oh!” Mike could feel himself shooting his load into his Nike. Oh God, yes, this was what he wanted . . this was what he needed. It was the hardest and best orgasm of his life. He could feel rope after rope of his cum filling the inside of his sneaker. When he was done he fell back onto the table satisfied, exhausted and humiliated all in equal measure. The warm damp scent of damp leather and mesh and his own foot funk filled his lungs with each breath and seemed to have a soporific effect on him. He lay still drugged by its scent and his own post-orgasm high. He could hear the doctor talking to him form very far away. He was disappointed when he felt the sneaker slipped off his cock but warm and relaxed again as it was slipped still wet on his left foot and tied tightly there. The doctor removed the sneaker from his face and told him that he was going to give him another load in that one. A blissful and contented smile appeared on Mike’s face as sneaker filled with the doctor’s cum was slipped onto his other foot.
“Now Mike,” the man said as he tied Mike’s Nike in place “Let’s talk about those fraternity brothers of yours, my sleepy fratboy.” Mike felt his eyes close as he contentedly drifted deep down into his warm safe trance again.