The Slippery Slope 5 (hypno coll)
by DomPrep
Drifting. Floating. Mike could feel himself bobbing along awash in a big, warm, hazy cloud. If he looked down from the cloud he could see his body. It was going about its business without any input from him. It was like seeing a movie.
He could also see his pal Danny. Danny was naked and strapped to a table. He knew he should be concerned about that but it didn’t bother him. Nothing could bother him in his warm hazy cloud. Besides, Danny didn’t seem so concerned. Sure he was strapped down and naked but he wasn’t struggling and he wasn’t trying to get free. If anything he looked calm and at peace. It sounded like Danny was moaning. Danny’s cock was inside some kind of tube and his balls were swollen up to what must have been twice their normal size. Somehow he knew that the tube was milking Danny’s cock and collecting his cum. He didn’t stop to think about why or how he knew this.
He also watched with detachment as his naked body kneeled at the foot of the table. He could see the muscles in his neck and back standing out as leaned forward towards Danny’s bound feet. He could see his mouth and tongue lap at and suck Danny’s feet. He could see his own cock was bloated and red, and wet with the constant pre-cum that was dripping from it as he worshiped at his friend’s feet. He again knew on some level he should be horrified; that this scene should repulse him. And yet he couldn’t will those feelings into existence. All he could see was how red and needy his cock was, and how full and bloated his balls were. All he could feel was the pressure that was building up in those bloated balls. He could feel the pressure growing by the second. He knew that the pressure could only build up so much before it broke and that when it broke it would only go one place. Soon he could only feel the growing pressure. It was all that existed for him. He could feel it cresting and finally exploding . . . UGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!
Mike awoke with start and a groan bursting from his lips, “UUUUGGGGHHHH!!!!” He could feel his cock exploding and spraying his jizz. The orgasm seizing him was the most intense he had ever had in his life. The force and intensity of it shook him as he fell back to the bed covered in sweat and cum. He struggled to catch his breath and regain some composure as he looked down to see not only his sheets and naked body but also the pair of neon yellow Nikes that he pressed up against his now softening cock covered in his cum.
“Shit!” he shouted jumping out of bed and dropping the cum-covered sneakers. “What the fuck! First I’m having these weird kinky dreams about other dudes and now I’m shooting my load over a pair of sneakers. What the hell am I doing!” His mind feverishly raced trying to come up with any explanation for the fucked up turn his life had taken. The worst part was that these weren’t even his sneakers! He recognized them and they belonged to his bud Danny. How the fuck was he gonna explain this to Danny. Fuck!
Mike’s thoughts were broken by the sudden buzzing of his phone on the night table next to the bed. He glanced at the phone and saw Danny’s name and number come up on it. “Fuck . . . I can’t answer that” he thought and even as he thought it his hand reached out and grabbed the phone and answered it.
“H-h-h-hello,” Mike stuttered into the phone. The voice that spoke back to him wasn’t Danny’s voice. The voice spoke to Mike and his mind went blank. After a couple of mumbled “Yes, Sirs,” the call ended and Mike sat there motionless for a few minutes. Soon signs of animation started to return to his blank blue eyes. He blinked once and then twice and seemed to rouse himself.
“I can’t sit around here all day” he thought to himself. “I need to get moving.” He looked down at his bed and saw the sneakers again. “Oh, Danny must have left those when he came by. I should put them somewhere that I can hold them for him till I see him again.” Mike looked around the room and his eyes came to rest on the shelf above his bed, where he displayed his old high school sports trophies. He was proud of them and he always loved to show them off the chicks that he brought back to his room before banging them. “That’s a good place for them,” Mike thought as he reached up and removed the trophies one by one from the shelf and put them in the back of his closet. Once the shelf was cleared he carefully centered Danny’s sneakers on the shelf and stood back to admire his work. They looked so natural there he thought and there was no way that he would forget them. As he sat on his bed staring up at them, he reached for his phone again to make a call.
* * * *
Tim Rooney was stretched out on his bed in just a tee shirt and boxers trying to make sense of the physics text book propped up in his lap when his cell phone started to chime. He grabbed for it quickly, noting from the display that it was his frat brother Mike Coan on the other end of the line, and thankful for the reprieve from the incomprehensible words on the page before him.
“Yo. Sup, Mikey,” Tim said tossing the heavy textbook to one side.
“Yeah, not much here either, brah. Just wasting my time with some bullshit homework. So what ya got going on tonight.“ Tim stretched his full 6’2”, 175 pound runner’s body off the bed and moved towards his closet.
“Yeah brah, that sounds cool. What time’s the game start?” Tim said pulling a stripped button down out shirt of the closet and throwing it on over his tee.
“All right, I’ll shoot over there and we can watch the game and grab some dinner after and maybe a few more beers. . . . Danny’s coming too? That’s cool brah; it’ll be the three amigos hunting down pussy after the game then.” Tim picked up a pair of cargo shorts from the floor, gave them a sniff to test their cleanliness, made a face and and then pulled them on anyway over his boxers.
“Okay, brah see you in a few,” he said sliding his bare size 13 feet into his well-worn Asics running shoes. He hung up the phone and pocketed it then bent forward and slipped the laces inside the sneakers so he could wear them loose. The white, silver yellow and black Asics Nimbus’ had seen better days. They were dirty. The soles were beginning to smooth out and lose their grip. Tim’s big toe had begun to wear through the top of the right sneaker. As a runner on the college’s cross country team, Tim spent a lot of time in them and he had just gotten them broken in to the point where they were so comfortable that he didn’t want to part with them just yet and so he had retired them from active running duty and wore them as his casual kicking around sneakers.
The halls of the frat house were strangely empty for this time of night. Tim guessed some of the guys must be out at late classes or grabbing dinner. It didn’t matter. He was going to kick back tonight and get drunk with some of his buds and maybe get some pussy. That was what mattered. He headed out the back door and into the night.
His Asics crunched in the gravel as he made his way over to the place where he had parked his car in the communal lot. The lot was dark but he could still make out his car in its usual place. Tim’s car, like his sneakers, was old but comfortable. It took a couple of jerks to get the front driver’s side door unstuck and open. “At least I don’t have to worry about anyone stealing it.” Tim thought and chuckled while he lowered his himself down into the driver’s seat. He slammed the front door shut and heard it engage with a satisfying click and then pulled the shoulder strap seatbelt around.
He was just reaching out to put the keys in the ignition when suddenly an arm shot out from the back seat between Tim’s seat and the driver’s side door. It wrapped around his chest pulling him back into his seat and pinning his left arm to his side. A startled Tim dropped the keys in his right hand but before he could do anything else another hand reached around from his right side pressing a damp cloth over his nose and mouth.
Tim’s startled cry of “What the fuck!” was muffled by the cloth. The quick intake of breath that came along with his cry made him realized that not only was the cloth damp but that whatever was soaking it was giving off a sickly sweet odor. He almost immediately felt a wave of dizziness wash over him. He knew he had to hold his breath and not breath any more of those fumes in and that he had to get free. Trapped by the strong arm around his chest and the seatbelt which had engaged, Tim thrashed his head back and forth in an attempt get free of the cloth before he was forced to take his next breath.
His right hand went up to the wrist holding the cloth in an attempt to force it off his face but the angle was weird and this attacker’s grip was too strong. He could feel his lungs burning from the need to breath. He knew that he wasn’t going to be able to hold his breath much longer. He clenched his eyes shut trying to force the burning sensation from his lungs. It felt like they were about to burst. He desperately needed air. The breath exploded out of him followed thereafter by a strong inhalation through the damp cloth held over his nose and mouth. He could feel a warm heaviness blossoming in his brain and muscles in the wake of the fumes. Having held his breath so long, he couldn’t help it when he immediately sucked in a second lungful of the vapors. He could feel the heaviness and lethargy taking deeper root. He knew he needed to act now or all would be lost.
He quickly assessed his situation as he renewed his efforts to hold his breath again. The arms holding him were too strong and his position, belted into the driver seat of his car, wasn’t helping him. If he could simultaneously undo the seatbelt and open the front door maybe he could throw himself out of the front seat and the grasp of his attacker. It was worth a try! His right hand released his attacker’s wrist and dropped down to the seatbelt release. He bent his left arm at the elbow and managed to snag the door release with the fingers of his left hand. He pushed the one and pulled the other simultaneously. The seatbelt released with a click but . . . the door held firmly . . . jammed in position.
“Fuck!!!” he shouted through the cloth held tightly over his mouth and in the process taking in another deep breath of the drugging vapors. He panicked then forgetting all about holding his breath, and thrashed his head and body back and forth in an attempt to break free. As his vision began to blur and a buzzing started to fill his head, he knew that he had made a bad decision. He could no longer retain the command to hold his breath in his increasingly addled brain. As a result he commenced breathing as if everything were normal. Breath followed breath now and he could feel his entire body getting heavier and heavier. His movements became slow and sluggish. His arms dropped uselessly his sides. His eyes glazed over and slowly closed. As he released a final sigh into the cloth, his entire body went completely slack.
From the back seat, Mike gave a contented grunt of approval. He held the cloth over his buddy’s nose and mouth a few minutes more to ensure that he deeply under. Mike then put the cloth back into the plastic baggy in his pocket and picked up his cell phone from the seat next to him. It had been easy enough to call Tim from the confines of his own car and then wait for the boy to come down.
Mike freed the boy from the clutches of the seatbelt and pulled him into the back seat laying him out on the floor of the car. Mike noted that Tim had a blank peaceful look on his handsome face. Mike rubbed the raging hard-on in his own jeans as he slipped off his bud’s Asics. He opened his jeans and with a few strokes he covered Tim’s feet with his hot white cum. He placed the boy’s sneakers back on his feet and covered him with a handy blanket so that he couldn’t be seen while they were driving. Mike moved to the front seat to retrieve Tim’s keys and start the car. His master would be pleased with him, Mike thought as he drove out of the parking area and into the night.
* * * *
Tim could feel himself surfacing from a warm deep sleep. His eyes opened to mere slits. His body was weak and heavy. True consciousness was still a distant shore which he didn’t know if he could reach. He tried to lift his arms not only were they too heavy but they appeared to be strapped down to the table on which he lay. He could sense people moving around him.
“Wuh . . . Wuh . . . Where,” Tim managed to get out with a cracked and wavering voice.
“Where are you?” a man’s voice said. “You are in a hospital now Tim. So just relax and everything will be okay.” The man speaking to Tim moved into his field of vision. He looked to be in his late 30’s and was dressed in hospital scrubs complete with a medical face mask.
Tim took a moment to try to collect himself. He looked down and realized he was naked. He was on what appeared to be an examination table. He legs were spread and elevated. His ankles and his wrists were strapped in place. He could see an IV next to the table on which he lay. The plastic tubing ran from a bag of fluids down into the vein in his arm.
“Hu . . . Hu . . . Hospital?” Tim managed to stutter.
“Yes, Tim,” replied the man behind the mask. “You were in a car accident and they brought you here so we could take care of you and make sure you were okay.”
“Cu . . . Cu . . . Cu . . .Can’t move,” Tim said weakly and tried to shake his arms and legs against the restraints.
“No Tim,” the doctor said. “We need you to be absolutely still while we run some tests on you. We need to make sure everything is alright.” Tim’s slitted eyes tracked the doctor as he moved around the bottom of the table and then up around to check the IV going into his arm.
“This will make things a little clearer,” said the doctor removing a syringe from his pocket and injecting the contents of it into the tube in Tim’s arm. Moments later, Tim felt a warmth in his arm where the IV entered his vein. He felt the warmth spread from through one arm then the next. He could feel it flow through his legs, stomach, chest, neck and finally settle in his already heavy and addled brain. His already slitted eyes became even heavier and his field of vision narrowed even further as if he were looking down a long tunnel.
“How are you feeling Tim?” said the doctor after a few moments.
He opened his mouth to reply and initially nothing came out. Eventually he heard himself respond, “FFFfeeling . . . ffffunny . . . ffffloating . . . ssssleepy.”
“You must stay awake for the test,” said the doctor. The doctor moved a tv monitor in front of him. The monitor sprung to life with a pattern of swirling colors. “Just focus on the center of the swirl for me Tim. Can you do that?
Tim could feel his heavy head nodding in the affirmative as he focused his tunnel vision on the center of the swirling colors. Soon he felt himself drifting and floating down that long tunnel into the center of the swirling colors. He felt his mind emptying out and blank and peaceful as he floated deeper and deeper into the swirling colors. “So good . . . So good,” was Tim last conscious thought as he felt his cock becoming hard and wet.
* * * *
Mike approached the table at his master’s direction. The sperm cow that used to be his friend Tim Reeves lay on the table, his blank eyes staring up at the swirling colors on the monitor. It was time to finish processing Tim so that he was finally a proper sperm cow. Mike lathered up the Tim’s body hair from the neck down with a warm soap the master provided him and then he cleanly and efficiently shaved Tim smooth. Next he attached the suction and collection tube to the Tim’s cock to make sure that none of the sperm cow’s milk was wasted. He slid the black box with prostate prod between Tim’s spread legs. He carefully greased up the firm rubber appendage on the end of the pistoning arm of the machine and slide the slid it in place till he could work the rubber dildo end up into Tim’s ass. Mike flipped a switch and the suction tube and the prostate prod came to life. After a few moments, Tim began to issue lowing moans indicating to Mike that the cow had given up its first of many loads of milk and that the conversion was complete. Mike removed the Asics from the sperm cow’s feet. His master would allow him to take them home with him tonight as a reward for good service. Mike smiled, thinking about how he would use those Asics once he got them home, as he wheeled the new sperm cow into its place with the rest of the herd.