The Slippery Slope 3 (hypno coll)

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“U-u-u-uh,” Mike moaned as his eyes opened a slit. Where am I, he thought as his head started to throb with the headache he knew had come from a night of excess. The throb continued down the length of his body which was incredible sore, as if he had just had an intense lacrosse match. His heavy head swiveled around and took in his surroundings. He was at home in his own bed. He let out a sigh of relief as his head flopped back down on the pillow.

He had no memory of getting home and into bed but he had made it safely so that was a plus. And yet, he had a deep and uneasy feeling in the back of his mind about what might have happened last night. The clock next to his bed told him that it was three in the afternoon. He’d slept a good part of the day away. He groaned again and threw off the sheet covering him. He was completely naked, which was weird because he never slept naked. The movement brought him a flare of pain reminding him just how sore his whole body was, and looking down he could see that his cock was red and raw-looking and his pubic hair and abs were crusted with what looked like dried cum.

What the fuck had he gotten up to last night, he thought as he blearily struggled to his feet and out of bed. Well whatever it had been, he’d figure it out after he had a shower, some food and maybe called one of the guys to get some information from them.

As he stumbled along the length of the bedroom towards the door to the bathroom he caught his clothes from the night before balled up on the floor. It was then he noticed his sneakers on the floor next to one inside-out leg of his jeans. They were Air Nike Pegasus running shoes in a size 11. The exterior was largely grey with white details and interior and a silver “Swoosh”. Mike remembered buying them the previous summer. He’d worn them since then for running, working out and even kicking around and they showed the signs of that regular use. They had been a good pair of sneakers. I should pick them up and move them so I don’t trip on them later, Mike thought. All the while he could feel a tingling begin in his groin.

He picked them and it was like feeling an electric current passing from his fingers into his body. He could feel his dick start to twitch and a throbbing start in the base of his balls. What the hell is going on, he thought standing there holding them on in hands. He could make out the faint aroma coming off the sneakers as he held them. It was a mixture of sweat, mesh, feet and another briny and musky scent which Mike’s brain felt it should recognize but couldn’t quite place. He tried to concentrate to place the scent but his brain couldn’t focus on it. He suddenly felt dizzy and a little spaced-out as he brought one of the sneakers closer to his face. It was like he was suddenly floating in a warm cloud. He could feel his dick throbbing.

He felt himself sitting back down on his bed before his knees gave out from under him. As if in a dream, he could feel his hand bringing one of the sneakers closer to his face. The scent coming off the sneaker was making it harder for him to concentrate. Each breath was making him feel more relaxed and hornier than ever. He could see inside the sneaker and could see his cell phone in it. That’s odd, Mike thought from a million miles away.

Was there someone he was supposed to call? He lay back down on the bed taking his phone out of his sneaker and then placing the sneaker down on the bed alongside his head -- his fingers sent additional shocks right down to his dick as he touched the damp interior of the Nike while removing the phone. The sneaker sat on the bed, its damp aperture next to Mike’s nose continuing to send its seductive aromas out to him.

“Danny,” he mumbled. “Need to call Danny.” He didn’t know where that thought came from but it seemed the right thing to do. His cock gave an extra throb as if in confirmation that this was the correct thing to do. He could feel his fingers moving almost of their own accord to scroll through his contacts list and then sent the command to the phone to place the call and suddenly he was greeted by Dan’s voice from the other side.

“Hey Danny, how’s it going bro?” he could hear himself saying. “Dude, that was a sick time last night . . . Yeah, I was totally wasted . . . Shit, yeah bro I bailed first but I had this call from this incredibly hot bitch . . . Bro she was fucking panting and begging for it I couldn’t say no . . . It was fucking amazing that’s how it was . . . hey, what are you doing now? . . . Come on by and I’ll tell you the whole thing . . . Sure bro, see you in 20 then . . . later Danny.” He knew that he was the one saying the words and he could hear them being said in his voice but it was as if he was floating above himself watching someone else engage in the telephone conversation.

When the connection broke, Mike felt an incredible swelling in his groin. He almost instinctually let the phone drop from his fingers and snatched up the sneaker pressing it over his nose and mouth. His other hand, which had never let go of his other sneaker, thrust the sneaker onto his throbbing cock and began to rub him off inside it. He could feel himself sucking in deep breaths from the inside of the smelly Nike. He could feel himself fucking his sneaker. “What the fuck are you doing!” a small part of his mind screamed. The rest of him didn’t care; it felt too good. It was wrong . . . it was sick . . . but he couldn’t stop himself . . . didn’t want to stop himself. He heard himself shout out loudly, “Oh Fuck!” and then he felt himself shooting his load into the already damp interior of his sneaker.

****

Mike came awake on the bed. Shit, he thought, I must have drifted off again after I talked to Danny. I better get my ass up and dressed, he thought rising from the bed. He picked up his jeans from the ball on the floor and thrust them up his legs buttoning them in place. If he had thought about it then it would have seemed odd to him that he didn’t take the few seconds to grab a pair of underwear and put them on first but way the jeans hugged his as and cradled his cock and balls felt so good that the thought was suppressed before it was formed. He threw on one of his tee shirts with the name of the university and “lacrosse” emblazoned on the front of it. He slipped his bare feet into his Nikes and tied them tightly in place. He didn’t give any outward sign of noticing the damp interiors of them nor the way his own rapidly cooling cum was coating his foot.

A blank look came over his face as he walked towards his dresser. He opened the top drawer and rummaged under more of his tee shirt to remove a black leather dopp kit. It hadn’t been there yesterday but he wasn’t thinking about that as he undid the zipper and rummaged through its interior. He removed an amber pill bottle, opened it and shook out two pills into his palm. He transferred the pills into the pocket of his jeans and placed the bottle back into the kit and the kit back into the drawer. It was only then that the animation returned to his eyes.

What the hell am I standing here for? he thought to himself. Get your shit together Coan, he thought heading into the bathroom to run his fingers through his hair in front of a mirror. That’s better, he thought smiling at his reflection. I’m all ready for Danny.

****

Danny sprinted up the last flight of stairs to Mike’s apartment. He and Mike had been buddies on the field and off since freshman year. Hell, they had even pledged together. Danny respected Mike’s ability on the field, his leadership in the locker-room and the frat house, and his skill with the ladies but sometimes Mike was a bit too competitive for Danny’s tastes. He was a bit more laid back about most things. Not that Danny wasn’t competitive but he didn’t feel the need to brag about everything. For example, he knew he got just as much pussy as Mike but he didn’t feel the need like Mike did to broadcast it to everyone. “What can you do?” Danny thought. If Mike needed to brag a bit he’d let him brag it was no skin off his ass, besides he’d at least snag a few drinks out of it and then they could hit the bars. The 6’2” defenseman reached the top of the stairs and started pounding on the door like it was a bongo.

Mike opened the door and took a second to look his friend over as he stood in the doorway. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d really looked at Danny. Danny stood 6’2” and was probably a little over 200 pounds of mostly muscle. His shaggy brown hair and brown soulful eyes lent his face an open even a bit naïve quality. He had layered a short sleeve tee shirt over a long sleeve tee shirt and had a black North Face vest over it all. He was also wearing jeans but it was the Nike’s on Danny’s feet that really caught Mike’s attention. They were a bright neon yellow with a black Swoosh and grey laces. Mike remembered Danny buying them after seeing the U.S. athletes wearing the shoes at the London Olympics.

“You gonna invite me in or just stare at my feet all day.” Danny said laughing.

“Hunh? Oh, uhm . . . fuck you dude, come on in”, Mike said tearing his eyes away from the sneakers and laughing back.

“Thanks, bro. Sup?” Danny walked into the living room and plopped down in the ratty recliner that he always preferred to claim when he was chilling at Mike’s place.

“That was some fucking night last night,” Mike said. “You will not believe it.”

“Try me dude. I’m waiting to hear all about it.”

“You know I will bro. Let me get us some drinks first. Make yourself useful by finding the game.” Mike said tossing Danny the TV remote and walking into the kitchen.

“Deal,” shouted Danny from the other room and Mike heard the TV come to life. If Danny had come in at that moment he might have noticed Mike’s blank expression as he removed the bottle of Jack Daniels from the cabinet and two large glasses. He filled one of the glasses two-thirds of the way full with the amber liquor. He then removed the two pills from the pocket of his jeans and proceeded to crush them to a fine powder which he added to the liquor and stirred until it dissolved. He finished the glass off with a splash of cola and a couple ice cubes. The other glass was filled with soda and ice.

The blank look left Mike’s face as he reentered the living room. He handed the Jack and soda to Danny and kept the other himself. “Cheers, bro,” he said settling down on the sofa nearest to Danny’s chair.

Danny took a long drink and coughed. “Fuck dude this is strong.”

“Well, if it’s too much for you, pussy, I can always get you an iced tea.”

“Fuck you dude, I just wasn’t expecting it to be so strong but if you can take it so can I,” Danny said taking another long drink. Mike could see him wince slightly from the taste of the extra alcohol.

“Good man,” Mike said. “So while you were all jackin’ off at the pool tables I got a call from this chick at Gamma Delta. And she was begging for it.” Mike proceeded over the next 15 minutes to regale Danny with the most outrageous, sexually charged story of his adventures with the sorority girl. Mike was conservative when it came to sex so it was unclear even to him where the story was coming from. He found himself telling Danny in graphic detail of sexual acts and kink shit that he had never himself experience or ever remembered even thinking about.

The more he talked, the harder Mike could feel himself getting, but it wasn’t the story that had him excited. Danny had leaned back in the recliner so in his sneakered feet were now elevated. Mike found that try as he might he couldn’t take his eyes off those neon yellow sneakers. They entranced him. It was looking at those sneakers that had him excited. He didn’t understand why and he was sickened by the thoughts which seemingly came unbidden to his head but he couldn’t shake the idea or the feeling that it created. All Mike could think about was how the sneakers would smell and feel when he got them off Danny’s feet. The thought of having his bud’s sneaker in one hand and his bare foot in the other was what was making Mike so hard.

Danny meanwhile had started off listening to Mike’s story with disbelief. Danny had always thought that Mike was as vanilla as they came but what he was hearing from his bud was going to have to make him rethink that opinion. He leaned back in the chair and took another long drink from his Jack and coke, and relaxed as he continued to listen. As the minutes passed he felt himself relaxing more and more. He was having a hard time concentrating on the specifics of Mike’s story. He could tell that it was still hot and raunchy but it was so hard to focus on the exact words that Mike was saying. If the specifics of the story were escaping him at the moment, the general tone of it wasn’t and he could feel a tingle starting in crotch. As Mike’s story continued to weave around him, Danny could feel a wave of dizziness and lightheadedness washing over him. The room had started to gently spin. He grabbed the glass and downed the remaining liquor as if it would somehow stop the strange sensations he was feeling. Next he tried to ground himself by focusing on the game on the television but he found that the images on the screen were fuzzy and blurred. Looking at the TV made him dizzier as the images began to circle in the opposite direction that the room was spinning, but he found he couldn’t take his eyes off the warm, glowing screen. He could feel that warm glow reaching out from the screen and spreading through his limbs. Soon his whole body felt like it was floating in a warm bath. The warmth was particularly centering on his groin which had begun to pulse in response to it. It was too hard to fight such pleasant feelings and Danny let them take hold of him. Danny could feel his cock hardening and crying out for attention and even in the best of circumstances he had never been the kind of guy to ignore its call. It was an itch that demanded to be scratched and all Danny could think about was scratching that itch.

Mike stopped his story mid-sentence and looked over at Danny. Danny’s eyes were glazed over and his pupils were hugely dilated. His face was flushed red and his mouth hung slightly open. The only movement came from his right hand which busy openly rubbing the large bulge that had formed in his jeans.

“Hey bro, you feeling okay?” Mike said slowly.

An unintelligible mumble was all he received in reply. Danny continued to sit in the recliner staring blankly at the TV while rubbing himself through his jeans. A bead of saliva had appeared at the corner of Danny’s lips.

Mike knelt next to the recliner, his hands reached out as if they had a will of their own and found Danny’s shoulders and started to massage them. “Can you hear me bro?” he whispered into Danny’s ear as he continued massaging the bigger jock’s shoulders.

“U-u-u-uh . . . . Y-y-y-yes,” murmured the drugged out jock.

“That’s real good Danny. Keep listening to my voice; keep listening to my voice and watching the TV. You like what you see on the TV, Danny?”

“B-b-b-blurry . . . . F-f-f-fuzzzy . . . . S-s-s-spinnning,” Danny replied weakly.

“That’s right Danny, just watch the blurry shapes spin. Feel them pulling you like a whirlpool . . . . Pulling you deeper and deeper . . . . Making you relax as you slip deeper and deeper.” As Mike spoke his hands slide down from Danny’s shoulders rubbing and stroking along his biceps and down his forearms. His right hand moved unfalteringly down Danny’s wrist and closed on top of Danny’s right hand. Mike joined his hand with Danny’s in the massage of Danny’s hard cock through the denim of his jeans. Mike’s left hand undid the button on the top of Danny’s jeans and with a further quick tug, the rest of the button-fly was open exposing Danny’s tented white briefs. He moved his and Danny’s joined hands into the open jeans and continued their joint manipulation of Danny’s hard cock through his white briefs.

“That’s it Danny just relax and enjoy yourself . . . . feel yourself drifting deeper and deeper . . . . It feels so good just to relax and obey doesn’t it?” Mike said as he removed his hand from Danny’s and watched as the jock continued to massage and squeeze his dick on autopilot.

“R-r-r-relax . . . . O-o-o-obey,” Danny said sighing. Mike could see a large wet spot forming on the front of Danny’s strained briefs as his friend’s dick sap started to run.

“Deeper and deeper . . . . More relaxed and obedient with each breath that you take . . . . Listening only to my voice and feeling so relaxed and horny.” Mike moved to the bottom of the recliner and started to undo the knotted laces of Danny’s Nikes. His own cock was rock hard in his jeans and was also leaking its pre-crud. Because Mike wasn’t wearing any underwear each movement brought him a shiver of pleasure as the head of his swollen cock rubbed against the rough denim of his jeans.

Why am I doing this? Mike thought. This is wrong; Danny is my bud, my teammate, my bro. This is sick! I’ve got to stop! But his fingers keeping going and his dick stayed hard and wet. He watched himself with disgust as he loosened the laces on Danny’s sneakers. He was horrified as he saw himself slip them off the zonked-out stud’s feet. The worst part came when registered the warm, wet scent of the mingled sweat, sneaker and foot odor coming off Danny’s socked feet. He could hear himself moan and felt his dick twitch and shoot a wad of pre-crud inside his jeans.

Mentally he tried to rally his disgust and anger but the urge was too powerful. He could feel it pushing every other thought and consideration to the side. His sense of humiliation and arousal increased exponentially as he felt himself peeling the no show socks off his buddy’s feet and bringing them to his nose. It was all too much, he breathed in the heady intoxicating scent with the futile hope that it would somehow lessen either his excitement or his embarrassment but neither was diminished.

“Oh God,” he moaned into the damp white cotton pressed to his face. The scent had blotted out even the pretense that he could resist this new compulsion. He felt his tongue start to lick his friend’s damp, dirty white socks and soon enough he began to suck on them. He could no longer contain himself. He felt one of his hands tear open his jeans and the other push Danny’s socks, even damper now from his own saliva, against his hard dripping cock. He lowered his face to Danny’s feet and his nose skimmed their surface as he moved his head up and down taking in the warmth and scent emanating of his frat brother’s feet.

He felt himself trapped in Danny’s soft, warm, pink size 12 soles. Helpless to prevent it, he felt his tongue slip from between his lips and start to lick its way up one Danny’s feet. The trail of salvia he left up Danny’s sole glistened in the light of the apartment. Once he had licked up and down each of Danny’s feet, his mouth moved towards Danny’s toes. He had never noticed them before but they stood before him now, long, pale and each with a tuft of dark hair. If he had any more shock left in him it left when he plunged his mouth down on them and began sucking. His tongue circled them, moved between them like a serpent. First one foot then the other, sucking, licking, unable to stop himself. He could feel his orgasm building as he lapped at his sleeping buddy’s feet.

No . . . I can’t . . . I won’t, he mentally screamed. He could not allow himself to cum sucking on his friend’s toes. He was gratified when for once his body complied with his minds dictates and left off the sucking and let the socks drop from his fingers. That gratification was short lived. He picked up one of Danny’s discarded sneakers with one hand and thrust it over his nose and mouth. He greedily sucked in breath after breath from Danny’s sneaker. With his other hand he grabbed Danny’s feet and holding them together, began to rub his cock against his bro’s bare soles.

“U-u-u-uhhhhhhhh!,” he shouted into the interior of Danny’s right sneaker. The force and suddenness of his orgasm took him by surprise. Rope after rope of hot white cum spewed out from his throbbing cock. He could see it coating Danny’s feet. It dripped down his toes over onto both the front and back of Danny’s feet. Gobs of it ran down Danny’s soles as he watched in shocked horror. He stared dumbfounded at the scene below him. Danny hadn’t moved through all of this. Danny’s eyes were slits focused on the TV and his hand continued to milk his own cock through his wet and semi-translucent briefs.

Oh god, what had he done? How was he going to explain this to Danny? What the hell was happening to him? He could feel hot tears of shame running down his cheeks and that was the last thing he knew.

Mike’s eyes glazed over. He sat up straight and did up his pants, tucking his still dripping cock inside his jeans. He picked up Danny’s sneakers and replaced them on the jock’s bare, cum-covered feet tying them securely in place.

He went into his bedroom and got out a pair of scissors and a few other items that he needed. Returning to the living room he used the scissors to cut away Danny’s briefs. He pulled the tattered remains away and dropped them to the floor. Now that the cloth barrier had been removed Danny’s hand began working his exposed 8” cock. Mike noted that the entire length of it was slick with Danny’s own self-manufactured lube. A fat drop of pre-jizz had formed at the boy’s piss slit waiting for its mass to build sufficiently to gravity to allow it to flow down towards the base of his cock.

Mike picked up the leather cock and ball harness that he had removed from the kit in his bedroom. He fitted the largest ring of the leather harness around the base of Danny’s cock and up behind his balls snapping it securely in place at its tightest setting. He proceeded to the same with the three leather rings leading up the harness along the shaft of Danny’s cock. The final one fell right below the glans of Danny’s cock perfectly around the jock’s circumcision scar and Mike secured it firmly in place with a final snap. A little metal protuberance on the underside would constantly stimulate the jock’s frenulum while the tight rings would keep him from cumming.

“Danny? Can you hear me?”

“Y-y-y-yes,” mumbled the zonked out stud.

“In a minute I will wake you up and here is what is going to happen . . . .” Mike said and he began to process Danny as his master had taught him. When he was finished, he picked up his cell phone and called his master’s number and told him that everything was proceeding according to plan.

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