The Slippery Slope 4 (hypno coll)
by DomPrep
“Wake up dude, we’ve got to motor or we’ll be late.”
Danny swum out of the warm cocoon of sleep that had been until so recently been enveloping him. “Huh?” he said as his eyes cracked open.
“We’ve got to go now; so wake up and get on your feet” said Mike.
“Oh, uhm, okay,” Danny replied. His brain was still sleep addled but compliant as he stumbled out of the recliner and to his feet. He must have been more tired than he thought. Too much partying was clearly catching up with him. He stumbled bleary-eyed after Mike. He didn’t really understand where they were headed but it seemed too much effort to question his buddy.
Mike got into a car at the curb and started up it. Danny lowered himself down into the passenger seat. His whole body felt heavy and his head was swimming from what he assumed was his prematurely interrupted sleep. The car sped along in the darkness out into the countryside. Danny was certain the he would have drifted off to sleep again in the silent warm car were it not for the sudden throbbing in his balls.
He hadn’t really been paying attention to it in the apartment or when he stumbled along after Mike but now in the close confines of the car the feeling was readily apparent to him. It was a deep hollow throbbing starting in the depth of his nuts. The motion of the car did nothing to alleviate it, in fact, if anything, it intensified the feeling. He squirmed in his seat as every bump in the road and every turn the car took was translated directly to his body through his now aching balls. It felt like someone had their hand wrapped tightly around his nuts and was squeezing them. The worst part was that the throbbing in his balls had moved up his sac and had spread to his cock which was now hard and dully throbbing in his jeans.
Danny tried to distract himself but nothing was working. His balls only ached more and he was sure that his dick had started leaking its sap inside his jeans. If only he had some privacy he could just jack off and his problem would be solved. As it was, he was trapped in a nightmare case of blue balls with no relief in sight. He hunched forward a bit in the dual hope that it would take some pressure off his throbbing groin and that he could hide his dilemma from Mike. If Mike noticed then it would be around the whole fraternity by tomorrow and he’d be a laughing stock. Strangely, even the thought of his potential embarrassment didn’t do anything to dissipate his hard-on or his discomfort. It was just when Danny didn’t think he could stand it anymore that the car stopped.
Mike quickly got out of the driver’s seat. Danny stood up more slowly and deliberately. He tried to discreetly adjust himself but it did very little to hide the bulge in his jeans or dispel the pain in his balls. Mike came around to his side apparently not noticing or at the very least not commenting on Danny’s obvious discomfort. They stood in front of a large country house. The lights were out and it seemed deserted.
“Go around back,” said Mike. “There’s a door to the cellar. Go down and I’ll come around through the front and meet you down there.”
“Dude . . . do you think I can run in to use the toilet first?” said Danny, hoping that a few minutes privacy might do some good to relieve his mounting pressure.
“Sorry bro,” was Mike’s reply. “We’re late already. You can use the john when we finish up. Now get on your way and I’ll meet you in the basement.”
Danny found himself turning and heading off to the basement as directed. He couldn’t understand why he was following Mike’s order so meekly. He knew that this was totally unlike him to submit this way but he did so anyway. The quicker we take care of this, whatever this is, then the quicker I can take care of business, Danny thought as he trudged around the house towards its rear.
He seemed to be doing a lot of uncharacteristic things lately. One of which he had just come to notice, was that he wasn’t wearing any socks. He could have sworn he had thrown on a pair before heading out to Mike’s place but he was clearly not wearing them now. What was worse was that his feet were feeling damp. He wiggled his toes in his Nikes and could feel a cooling wetness between them. He must have stepped in a puddle too along the way because he couldn’t figure out any other source for the wetness inside his sneakers.
Also and of more immediate concern, he didn’t think he was wearing any underwear. He couldn’t think of the last time he went out commando. He could feel the denim of his jeans rubbing with each step against his balls and his hard cock. He was sure this added stimulation, if not the cause of his current problem, was certainly making matters worse.
He was considering all these weird things when he noticed a pair of storm cellar type doors in front of him. This must be the entrance to the cellar Mike had told him about. He opened one of the doors and could see a set of cement steps descending into the basement of the house. As he descended, he could just make out in the weak light of the cellar what looked like a light switch on the far side of the twilit space. When he was about halfway across the room he heard a slam which could only be the propped door to the yard slamming shut and he was plunged into almost complete darkness. He carefully made his way across the room to the far wall and feeling along it found the switch and flipped it to the “on” position.
A single bulb came to life bathing the room with a dim glow. Danny was in a single large room painted completely white. There were doors along two of the walls. One corner was dominated by what looked like a doctor’s examination table and some electronic or medical equipment whose function Danny did not even try to guess. He turned around towards the stairway up to the yard when he noticed the large man dressed all in black standing in the shadows next to it.
“What are you doing down here,” the man said in a soft but commanding voice.
Danny took in the man’s appearance as he tried to calm his racing heart (the man’s sudden appearance had scared the shit out of him if he was being honest with himself). The man was about the same height as him, athletically built with dark hair and was dressed completely in black leather but the thing that really attracted Danny’s attention was the man’s eyes. They were a deep brown almost black and seemed to stare through and into him all at once. Danny realized that they were far enough away that the man’s eyes should be the last thing that attracted his notice but he couldn’t help it.
“Uhhhh . . . .,” Danny muttered momentarily unable to form a coherent thought, let alone a coherent sentence, in the face of the man’s unnerving presence.
The man started to move across the room to where Danny stood. Danny thought that the man moved with a cat-like, no, shark-like, grace as he crossed the room. He knew that he should move or at least say something but he was rooted in place by the intensity of the man’s stare.
The man stood before him. His eyes were unblinking and unwavering, and stared deeply into Danny’s. Danny could feel himself swaying slightly as the man’s eyes filled his field of vision. They were so deep and so dark. It took all of Danny’s will power not to allow himself to fall into them.
“Perhaps you should relax and take some deep breaths and try to collect your thoughts,” the man said. He reached out one leather gloved hand and pressed the flat of his palm firmly against the bulge in Danny’s jeans.
His eyes were trapped in the man’s gaze. He felt himself taking deep breathes as the man had suggested. His felt his lungs fill to capacity, his chest puff out and then release the breath he held and then repeat the process over again. A kind of euphoria washed over Danny’s already weakened mind. The flat of the man’s hand began to rub his already swollen cockhead through his jeans.
“I . . . ohhh . . . you . . . ohhhhhh,” Danny said having somewhat regained the use of his voice somewhat. He felt a heavy spurt of pre-crud erupt from his cock wetting the front of his jeans. He couldn’t figure out what was wrong with him. He was a fucking stud, there was no way that he would ever have left some fag start to rub him off and yet that was exactly what was happening. He was standing there letting this guy do just that to him.
“That’s a good boy,” the man said. “So much better to just give in to it isn’t it? To just relax and let everything go.” All the while, the man’s hand continued its insidious rubbing.
Danny knew he was in trouble. He knew that the man’s hand on his cock would soon break down the last of his resistance and that he would be lost in the man’s gaze. He needed help and he needed it now or he was going to completely fall under this man’s control. That was when he heard one of the doors on the far wall open and he could see over the man’s shoulder that Mike had entered the cellar.
“I take it that your friend has arrived,” the man said not taking his eyes from Danny’s. “Perhaps he will be able to help you.”
“M-m-m-mike . . . h-h-h-help . . . p-p-p-please,” Danny managed to sputter. He could hear Mike approach with growing hope. That hope was shattered when we felt Mike unzipper his vest and slip it down his shoulders letting it drop to the floor. Mike then lifted his shirts up and over his head exposing Danny’s muscled chest. Mike’s hands reached around him from behind and started to massage his pecs. He moaned as his friend began to flick his hardened nipples.
“M-m-m-mike . . . W-w-w-what . . . u-u-u-uhh”
“I’m sure he would have helped you except he is currently deeply hypnotized and under my control, as you soon will be,” the man said mockingly. “That’s right Danny, your friend is my hypno slave and the whole reason that you are here now. He drugged and hypnotized you before for me and brought you to me as I ordered him to do.”
“O-o-o-oh,” he moaned. Mike’s manipulation of Danny’s nipples was further distracting and confusing the zonked-out hunk. It was all too much for him. He could feel his hips start to move with a mind of their own, thrusting themselves against the man’s hands in the hopes of giving him some relief.
“That’s right,” said the man. “Just relax and give in to it. No need to fight anymore. Let your mind drift under. Let go of all your worries, thoughts and concerns. Just relax.” The man popped the top button on Danny’s jeans as he talked. A further tug brought the remaining buttons open. He felt the jeans sliding down in hairy legs and bunching around the tops of his sneakers. The cool air on his overheated nuts and cock was almost a relief. He shuddered at the involuntary thrill that ran along his cock and balls. Still he sighed and relaxed as told. He could feel a sense of calm and emptiness filling his mind.
“That’s right. Let your mind slip away. Just relax. Relax and submit.” The man was lightly rubbing Danny’s exposed cockhead with one finger. Danny’s hips responded by trying to thrust along the finger to get more stimulation. Mike continued his manipulation of Danny’s nips. Slowly, Mike and the man synchronized their movements and started to move Danny toward the examination table. Danny allowed himself to be led by his cock and nipples, his hobbled legs shuffling along.
When they got him to the table, they laid him back on it. Mike lifted Danny’s arms back behind his head and secured them with tight leather cuffs to the back of the table. Mike then came around to the foot of the table and began to untie Danny’s sneakers.
“It’s okay Danny. Let yourself slip deeper and deeper. Your mind becoming blank and obedient like your friend’s. Did you know that Mike is so obedient that not only did he drug you and hypnotize you for me but he also removed your sneakers and socks and came all over your feet.”
The part of Danny’s mind that was still present knew that what was being said to him was disgusting but also true. He could feel that part of his mind getting smaller and smaller. He could feel it drifting away under the constant stimulation and hypnotic tone of the man’s voice and the deep pit that was his eyes. He could feel Mike removing his sneakers and then his jeans. His legs were being lifted into stirrups at the end of the table and secured in place by leather cuffs.
“That’s right Danny. Feel it all floating away. All your conscious thought, all your years in school, all your cares, all your worries, all slipping away. Your mind becoming blank . . . empty . . . obedient.” He surveyed the mind-fucked stud tied to the table. The boy didn’t move in his restraints. His arms and legs were covered with a coating of dark brown hair. A tuft of dark hair poked out from under each arm and at his groin. His cock was swollen and the head was an angry red and the tip of it dripped a constant slow trickle of pre-crud. Black leather rings were digging deep into the tumescent shaft slowing that trickle and preventing the trickle from turning into a raging flood that it threatened to become. The jock’s nuts were a vivid purple and had swollen to two or three times their normal size and resembled a pair of overripe plums.
The man nodded to Mike, who took that as his cue to remove a length of tubing from one of the machines next to the table. He slipped it up over the head of Danny’s cock to the first leather ring which he released with a snap. He repeated this movement working the tube further down his friend’s shaft until the entire thing was encased in the slick, tight-fitting tube. Mike flipped a switch on the machine at the man’s next signal. The tube came to life slowly massaging the length of Danny’s trapped cock while at the same time a suction started deep from inside the machine up through the tube. If Danny had been capable of focusing on it, he might have seen his pre-jizz being sucked along the tube and out into a collection jar attached to the side of the machine. As it was, he merely moaned and allowed his body and mind to float further away.
“That’s right Danny. Completely blank and empty. Nothing to think or worry about except shooting your load. You’re nothing but a good and obedient milk cow.” Mike turned the switch up on the machine and the massaging and suction increased.
“M-m-m-m,” moaned Danny.
“That’s right a good and obedient little heifer. Good only for being milked and bred by bulls.”
“M-m-m-m-m,” was Danny’s only reply.
“Give up your milk for me like a good little heifer,” the man cooed in Danny’s ear and unsnapped the final leather ring circling Danny’s bloated nuts.
The sudden release of his engorged nuts pushed Danny over the edge. His back arched up off the table. His toes curled violently in on themselves. He released a moan from deep inside his being.
“M-m-m-moo-o-o-o,” was the mind-fucked stud’s cry of relief and submission as he released rope and rope of hot jock cream into the tube for collection into the storage jar. His body, finally spent, eventually relaxed back upon the table. His muscles were limp. His eyes were blank and glazed. A line of drool leaked out of one corner of the jock’s mouth. All the while the tube continued to massage and suck on his now overstimulated cock, priming him for his next milking.
“M-m-m-moo,” Danny continued to softly moan throughout. His eyes fixed blankly at some point in the distance and his face placid.
“Very good, for a first milking my little heifer,” the man said checking the quantity of in the collection jar. “But I will need much more from you if we are going to make this a going concern.” He nodded to Mike again and Mike brought up the arm with the metal rod which would piston in and out of Danny’s ass, stimulating his prostate for the hours it took to milk the stud’s balls as empty as his mind.
Once Danny was set for his continued milking, the man had Mike sit on his knee. Mike’s pants were open too and Danny’s sneaker was plastered over his nose and mouth. As Mike masturbated into Danny’s other sneaker, the man explained his plans to increase the herd and directed Mike toward his next target. In the background, the milk cow continued to bray long into the night.