The Slippery Slope 6 (hypno coll)
by DomPrep
Kyle Stevens and Rob Evans were hanging out in the cafeteria at the Student Union after their last class. The two had become best friends since having assigned as roommates in their freshman year. They had bonded as freshmen, pledged the Kappa fraternity together as sophomores and now were enjoying their status near the top of the pecking order as juniors, athletes and fraternity men.
Kyle was 5’11” and 170 pounds with light brown hair and hazel eyes and was an attackman on the lacrosse team. While Rob was 5’10” and 150 pounds with black hair and dark brown eyes and was a midfielder for the soccer team.
“What do you want to do tonight,” said Kyle stretching out his legs under the cafeteria table. He was dressed in a grey long sleeve AE tee shirt, blue jeans and a pair of low-top grey Nike Sweet Classics with a royal blue swoosh on them. Kyle wore his jeans pegged at the bottom and a pair of no show socks which showed off his bared ankles and a bit of his hairy legs.
“Don’t know yet dude but something will come up,” said Rob his eyes restlessly scanning the room for some sign of what that might be. Rob was wearing a blue crew neck sweater over a white tee shirt, grey chinos which tightly tapered to his ankles and a pair of black Adidas Sambas.
Rob’s scanning eyes came to rest on one of their frat brothers as he made his way across the room. He and Mike Coan made eye contact and the Mike made a beeline to their table. “Looks like things might be picking up,” Rob said to Kyle as Mike sat down with them.
* * * *
Thirty minutes later Kyle and Rob were seated on the couch in Mike’s apartment drinking the bourbon and cokes that Mike had mixed for them.
Rob had drained most of the first drink in record time and would soon to be starting in on a second that Mike was pouring in the kitchen for him. While he waited he absently flipped through the channels on the TV looking for sports or something vaguely porny.
Kyle was drinking more deliberately. It was strong and he didn’t want to get trashed too early and, though he would never complain about it, there seemed to be a slightly bitter taste to the otherwise sweet and strong drink. Oh well, he thought might as well make the best of things and took another drink from his glass in his hand as the phone in the pocket of his jeans started to buzz. He fished it out, looked at and shouted out, “Hey Mike! Just got a text from Chad Kirby. He’s over at the frat house. Should I tell him to swing by?’’
“Yeah sure,” called back Mike from the kitchen where he was dosing Rob’s second drink as he had dosed both guys first drink with more of the crushed up pills he had taken from the case in his bedroom. “Tell him to swing by if he wants to but not to bring anyone else. Four is pretty much the max for hanging out here.”
Kyle took another drink and started to type out a reply to Chad. The screen seemed so blurry all of a sudden and his fingers suddenly felt large and clumsy. He sent off the reply to Chad. He found himself just staring down at the screen’s soft warm glow as his fingers hit send. He couldn’t take his eyes off it really. He was surprised that he never noticed it before. The glow was so warm . . . so inviting. He could feel it washing over him. “Feels so good,” he thought to himself as he felt it flowing over, around and into him.
It was only the sudden buzzing and vibrating of the phone in his hand that snapped Kyle out of his reverie. He shook his head in an attempt to clear it. He scrunched his eyes shut and started massaging the bridge of his nose and the backs of his eyelids. When he opened his eyes he saw Mike was sitting in the chair next to him.
“You feeling okay,” said Mike staring at him.
“Uhhh . . . yeah man,” Kyle replied. “Must have just been a little tired is all. I was just spacing out a bit.” He said shaking his head again trying to wake himself up a bit more.
“Maybe more of your drink will wake you up,” said Mike. “Oh, I’ve got something you guys might be interested in seeing,” he said rising up from the chair and going over to the TV and turning on the Blue Ray player.
“Sure,” Kyle said taking a drink from his glass as Mike suggested and looking over at Rob. Rob had stopped flipping through the channels and was staring at the screen as if waiting for whatever Mike was going to show them to start.
“Great,” Mike responded pushing play. The screen was suddenly filled with colors swirling around themselves in a clockwise direction. Soon a second set of spirals imposed itself over the first set and began rotating in a counterclockwise direction. The effect was nothing less than that of a spiraling tunnel of colors. “Pretty cool don’t you think?” Mike said stepping out of the way.
“Uh . . . I guess so. What is it?” Kyle said turning again to Rob. Rob sat unmoving and unspeaking and continued to stare at the screen.
“It helps with concentration. Keep your eyes on it guys. Just keep watching the center of it. Watch the place at the center where the two spirals interesect. Can you see that it sort of forms a motionless spot?”
“Yeah . . . I can see it,” Kyle said starting to feel that same sense of dissociation that he had felt looking at his phone moments before. He could feel things start to get fuzzy around him as he watched the spot in the swirling center of all those colors. Strangely, as everything else got fuzzy, the spot in the center became more vibrant and real.
“Just keep watching it, dude. It’s really cool. Just focus on it. It kind of feels like the colors are surrounding you doesn’t? It’s like you’re travelling down a big, warm tunnel of swirling colors isn’t it?” he heard Mike saying.
It felt exactly like that. It was like he was walking down a warm pleasant tunnel of colors wrapping around themselves. He could almost feel himself gliding effortlessly along the tunnel towards the black spot in the center. He felt that he should tell Mike just that and even formulated the sentence in his mind but he realized that all that came out when he spoke was a mumbled fragment that even he could make no sense of.
It didn’t matter though. He could almost feel the warmth of tunnel relaxing his muscles as he traveled it. A peaceful warm fuzziness filled his mind chasing away all thoughts other than traveling down this wonderful tunnel. The rest of the room had faded away. He was in the tunnel now travelling deeper and deeper into it. It felt good though. It felt right. He felt warm and safe and relaxed. It was as if there were a trusted voice that was helping him . . . guiding him deeper and deeper into the tunnel. As he traveled along deeper into the tunnel he could feel his movement towards the center speeding up. Soon he wasn’t just travelling along it the tunnel; it felt like he was in free fall falling towards the black center point. He was afraid of falling! Panic filled his mind! He couldn’t fall in to that black hole at the bottom of the tunnel! He had to stop himself! He didn’t want to fall! That panic allowed him to access his remaining self to stop himself from falling into the dark pit.
Suddenly, he was back to sitting in Mike Coan’s living room. He was weak. He was confused. His thoughts were jumbled. He turned his head to say something to Rob.
Rob was sitting in place next to him. His eyes closed, his head bowed forward with his chin resting on his chest. Rob’s breaths were deep and regular. His legs were stretched out on the coffee table in front of him. Rob’s Sambas and socks lay discarded on the floor and the legs of his pants had been hiked up to expose his ankles and part of his lower legs.
Kyle tried to put together why Rob would have stripped off his sneakers and socks like that when he realized this his own bare feet were stretched out in the table next to Robs. He looked next to the table and saw one of his Nikes there with one of his white socks lolling lazily out of the mouth of the sneaker.
What the fuck was going on! Kyle’s heavy and fuzzy mind tried to make sense of all that happened. All that came out of his mouth was a muttered, “Wwwwhat”
His heavy head swiveled in the other direction and he saw Mike sitting on a chair right next to him talking on a cell phone.
“I’m sorry to bother you Professor,” he heard Mike say, “but subject Kyle managed to rouse himself from his trance. He was saying something about falling and woke up.”
He remembered falling but his clouded mind couldn’t make any sense of whatever else Mike was saying.
“Yes, Professor . . . yes I will . . . I understand,” Mike said putting the phone to one side.
“Hey Kyle,” Mike said turning to him and smiling. “How’re you feeling buddy?”
Kyle tried to marshal his thoughts into what he felt would be a coherent set of questions for Mike as to what the hell was going on. Instead, “Ffffuzzy . . . Hhhheavy . . . Ffffalling,” Kyle managed to reply.
“It’s okay buddy,” Mike replied softly putting a hand on Kyle’s shoulder. “You’re not falling. It’s all right. You’re perfectly safe right where you are.”
“Sssshould . . . Ggggo,” Kyle said trying to get up. Mike’s hand on his shoulder pressed down keeping him firmly in place.
“No buddy, you don’t need to go anywhere,” said Mike softly. “It’s so warm and relaxing to just sit here. It feels so good. You remember how good it felt. Just relax Kyle. Take a couple of nice deep breaths and relax.”
Kyle could feel himself taking deep breaths in and out as Mike suggested. After a few seconds he could feel the warm heavy fog starting to descend again. “Wwwwarm . . . Rrrrelax,” Kyle could hear himself say.
“That’s right buddy and look what’s waiting for you,” Mike replied gently, placing a thumb and forefinger under Kyle’s chin and turning his head so that it faced the swirling colors on the screen again.
“Nnnno . . . Pppplease,” Kyle heard himself whine as the colors swirled about him once again and the black spot captured his attention.
“Shhh, it’s okay Kyle . . . nothing to worry about . . . No more falling . . . Just peaceful drifting . . . drifting and floating,” said Mike smiling now.
“Ffffloating,” murmured Kyle in a voice mixed between relaxation and pleasure. The peace and relaxation of floating down that peaceful tunnel was that last conscious thought Kyle had before his mind went completely blank.
* * * *
Chad Kirby giggled as he swayed up the stairs to Mike Coan’s apartment. He didn’t want to giggle and he knew that there was nothing particularly funny that he was giggling at. No, that wasn’t right one of his buds on the dive team had got hold of some prime weed and kindly let Chad partake of it. So there were lots of things that were funny right now even if he couldn’t really put his finger on what made them so funny.
Chad wasn’t a big guy at 5’8” but he had a solid body at 145lbs, mostly muscles that he had built from diving, both in high school and now at college, and from his recent intensive training program he had undertaken with one of his other frat brothers. He was also strikingly handsome. His perfectly proportional classical features, his dreamy blue eyes, and short medium brown hair turned plenty of eyes on campus – of both sexes. It didn’t bother Chad though; he liked the attention, and faced it with the humility of a guy secure in his body and person. He also had one of those affable personalities that made him friends both in the fraternity and out or it. He didn’t have much tolerance for alcohol or drugs but that made it even more fun for the guys on the team or frat to get him loaded or high and enjoy his antics. All things considered he was one of the more popular guys in the fraternity even though at 19 he was one of the youngest.
He stumbled up the final set of stairs giggling again this time at the slapping sound that his black suede Puma Clydes made against the steps. He took at minute at the door of Mike’s apartment to get himself under control. He was wearing a white v-neck tee shirt underneath a black button down which he wore hanging open and untucked above his skinny jeans. When he got himself together he knocked at the door.
Mike answered to let him in and a big infectious grin broke out on Chad’s face. “Hey broooo! Thanks for invitin’ me over. Love hangin’ with you guys” he said giving Mike a big hug to pull him in to give him the fraternity handshake.
Mike smiled as he ushered Chad into the empty living room. “Looks like you’ve been having a good time already”, he said jokingly.
“Yeah”, Chad said laughing. “Some of the dudes on the diving team had some stuff so we started early.” He looked around the empty room. “Where’s Kyle and Robbie?”, he asked. “Those dicks didn’t bail before I got here did they?”
“No, I sent them on a beer run. Want a Jack and coke while we wait?”
“Yeah!” Chad replied enthusiastically. Mike turned to enter the kitchen telling him to have a seat on the sofa. “Gotta piss bro, can I use your john?” Chad said stifling a new set of giggles at the word “piss”, which he suddenly found hilarious.
“Sure, first door on the right,” came the reply from the kitchen. “Just make sure you get it all in the john and not all over yourself and my bathroom.”
Chad’s giggles turned to guffaws as he turned deliberately to the right and saw two closed doors in front of him. He picked the one nearer to the living room, opened the door and walked in.
It wasn’t the john. It was Mike’s bedroom. The first thing that struck him was the shelf at eye level over the bed. It contained in a neat row four pairs of sneakers of varying sizes and types: a pair of neon yellow Nikes, next to a pair of well-worn pair of Asics runners, next to a pair of black Adidas Sambas and finally closest to him a pair of grey low-top Nikes. From there his eyes traveled down to the bed. Kyle and Robbie were lying on the bed side by side. Both of them had their eyes shut and were breathing deeply as if in a profound sleep. The left side of Rob’s body was flush up against the right side of Kyle’s body. They were barefoot and the sides of Rob’s left foot and Kyle’s right were touching and the soles of those feet were coated in some kind of slick slimy goo. Chad stood there taking in the scene confused by what he was seeing.
The feeling of a pair of strong hands on his shoulders broke his reverie and he turned his head to see Mike standing right behind him. “Bathroom is the other door buddy,” he said smiling.
If he hadn’t been quite so high, he might have made a break for it. Instead, with confusion in his eyes, he looked back and said, “What’s going on Mike? I thought you said that Kyle and Rob went on a beer run?”
“Guess you caught me out on that one,” Mike answered. “Do you like the way I’ve redecorated my room? I think your Pumas are going to look really good next to Kyle’s Nikes.” As Mike said that he slid one of his arms off Chad’s shoulders and around the boy’s neck locking it in place with his other arm in a classic sleeper hold.
“What the Fuck!” Chad managed to shout out before the squeezing arms cut off his air.
“Sorry it’s got to be like this bro,” Mike said calmly tightening his hold. “If you hadn’t wandered into here and seen all this then it would have been a peaceful drift off to la-la land for you on the sofa. The Professor prefers it that way but I’ll try to make it quick so just relax.”
Panic hit Chad hard as he struggle against Mike. His hands clawed at Mike’s arms in an attempt to pull out of the grip. His legs kicked back in an attempt to break free. He squirmed and wriggled in an attempt to wiggle out of Mike’s grip. But Mike and his grip were implacable. He seemed immune to the backward kicks and punches Chad attempted to throw. All Chad’s efforts seemed in vain. In fact, had he been thinking clearly he would have realized that he was rapidly using up his remaining air supply with his frantic attempts at escape.
“Just relax Chad. Relax and give in to it. Just let yourself go to sleep.” Mike whispered in his ear.
Chad could feel his arms and legs getting heavier as he continued to try to buck and flail his way free. Dark spots began to cloud his vision and his movements began to slow.
“Shhhh,” whispered Mike. “Just relax. Let it happen.”
Chad felt the room spinning. His arms weighed a ton and were so hard to lift now. He could feel his knees buckle. Mike eased them both down to a sitting position on the floor at the end of the bed. Chad willed his arms up in a final attempt to pry loose from the sleeper hold. His arms made it about half way up before they became too heavy and they fell limply to his sides of their own accord.
“That’s right Chad just close your eyes and drift off to sleep now. Nothing to be worried about. Once the Professor gets through with you then you won’t even remember this. The Professor is my Master and soon he’ll be yours and he’ll make everything alright for you.”
Chad could feel himself going completely limp and pulled back deeper into Mike’s grip. An outsider looking in might have thought the two boys were in a warm and passionate embrace and they would have been right in a certain sense.
“That’s right buddy. Just let it happen. Go to sleep for me.”
Chad felt his body completely relax. There was nothing he could do but wait for it to happen now. His eyes were inches from the soles of Rob and Kyle’s feet. He could see the glistening slime trail dripping down them. He could see a fine rope of slime bridging and connecting the two boys’ toes. Just before his eyes rolled back in his head and he went out he thought, “Cum. That’s Mike’s cum on Kyle and Rob’s feet.”
Mike felt Chad rasp once and then go out. He laid the boy back and took a minute to remove Chad’s Pumas and socks and place them reverently on the shelf above his bed. Now he had some work to do getting these boys back to his Master for processing; later he could play.