The Slippery Slope 7 (hypno coll)
by DomPrep
Corey Anderson was worried. He had showed up at 6 am for his regularly scheduled workout with Chad Kirby but Chad never showed or got in touch in any way. That was completely unlike Chad, who was generally one of the most conscientious guys in the fraternity. Further, he knew that Chad had genuinely enjoyed the routine of the workouts that Corey had set up and that Chad was pleased with the progress that he was making in “getting buff”. Still, Corey had initially chalked it up to a late night - he knew that Chad had been hanging with his buddies on the Diving Team and that always ended up with a hung-over Chad the next day - and though Corey was disappointed not to see his friend, he passed it off. It was when Chad didn’t show up for lunch that Corey started to be concerned.
Corey and Chad met each other as freshman year roommates. All students were required to live on campus in the dorms for their freshman year and while Corey, at 22, was older than the usual freshman he too had been subject to that rule. He had already set up on his half of the room when Chad arrived. Corey thought that his new roommate might be intimidated be living with an older guy – particularly one who was 6’4” and 190 lbs of muscle – but that was not the case at all and the two had become fast friends. Corey still remembered the look of unforced confidence, and guileless friendship in Chad’s blue eyes and the warmth and trust emanating from the handsome face of the younger, smaller jock on meeting him. Thinking back on it gave Corey a weird but not unpleasant tingle all over his body.
Corey had decided, right then and there, that he would make it his goal to shepherd his younger friend through their shared college experience and he had done that. He had become Chad’s best friend, mentor and guardian angel all rolled into one. Corey admitted to himself privately that he enjoyed the looks of unadulterated adulation that his younger friend sometimes gave him when he thought that Corey wasn’t watching – those looks also brought on the strange but pleasant tingling sensation as well. By sophomore year, the two had become close as brothers – indeed they had literally become brothers when the pledged the fraternity together. Corey had really only pledged a fraternity at all because Chad had wanted to do so and he wanted to make sure Chad made it through the process as easily as possible. They both now lived in the frat house just a few doors down from each other in private rooms.
Some things had changed between them, as was natural, but one constant remained, the two had lunch together every day at the cafeteria in the Student Union. So, when Chad didn’t appear for lunch or reach out to him, Corey’s earlier misgivings returned full force. If Corey had been more in touch with his feelings he might have noticed that he was perhaps saddened and hurt by Chad’s failure to show but instead he registered it as worry about his friend’s safety and set out to find out what was wrong.
His first step was to call Chad’s phone. There was no answer and it went right to voicemail.
Next he went back to the frat house. He asked around about Chad but none of the guys had seen him since the prior day. He then went up to Chad’s room, which was a couple of doors down from his room. He knocked and received no answer. It was small work to pick the lock and gain access to the room. The room was empty. The bed was made and it didn’t look as if it had been slept in. He recognized the clothes that Chad had worn two days ago balled up on top of the hamper. He touched them and they were cold not as if they had been recently worn. Likewise, Chad’s towel and toiletries were dry and had not been used for at least 24 hours. Corey felt that odd shiver run through his body again as he touched his absent friend’s intimate belongings. He stopped to adjust himself as made his way from the empty room unconsciously giving his crotch a squeeze through his jeans as he exited to the hallway.
Putting his odd feeling to one side, Corey felt sure that he was confirmed in his fear for Chad. Fortunately, Corey felt that if anything serious was going on he could handle himself given past life experiences, and that if something really strange was going on that this made him the perfect person to figure it all out and find Chad.
* * * *
Corey lost both his parents around the time that he turned 8. His only living relatives were cousins on his father’s side of the family, Dr. and Mrs. Ramsey. The Ramseys were in a word . . . rich. Dr. Ramsey was a noted philanthropist while Mrs. Ramsey was CEO of Ramsey Consolidated, the company that managed all of the Ramsey family’s various world-wide investments. Dr. and Mrs. Ramsey had only one child, young Jake. Jake was 3 when Corey’s parents died and the Ramseys’ thought it would be a good idea to take Corey in as a companion to Jake and to do their duty by family.
From the start, Corey was welcomed in as a full member of the family. The Ramsey’s treated him like a son and Jake and Corey as brothers. As the years went on, the relationships became closer and closer, especially between Jake and Corey. It became clear early on that Jake was smart . . . super smart . . . scarily smart. Corey’s intellect was nowhere near Jake’s level. Corey was of average intelligence but around Jake he – like almost everyone else - seemed a little slow. Corey wasn’t threatened by this though. He felt lucky to have a younger cousin that was so exceptional – plus it helped when it came time to do his homework.
Corey knew his strengths; he was good at sports and popular with both parents and kids alike and he focused on those strengths and on trying to help develop those traits in Jake – indeed, Jake would eventually develop into a good athlete himself, though his tremendous intellect would keep him from really relating to other people or being popular . All things considered, Corey felt that he and Jake were well-matched. There was no telling how the boys would have developed or what they might have accomplished had not tragedy struck again; this time transforming both of them for good.
The year that Corey turned 17 and Jake turned 12, Dr. and Mrs. Ramsey took a lengthy trip to tour the family’s vast holdings abroad. Everything had been fine for the most part, until word came from Australia. While touring an emu farm in the Outback owned by a Ramsey Consolidated subsidiary, both Dr. and Mrs. Ramsey had perished in a tragic dingo attack.
Corey was devastated. Jake however focused on several key discrepancies that only he noticed in the accounts that they were given. The next thing Corey knew he was following Jake onto a Ramsey Consolidated private jet and flying off to Australia. They were met by the local police where twelve-year old Jake engaged in deep and private discussions with one of the policemen as if he were an equal and they were driven off into the Outback to the emu farm. Once there, Jake exposed the “accidental” death of his parents as a double murder committed by the head of the emu farm to cover up an opal smuggling operation. The boys’ pictures were spread all over international newspapers and television. Thus, was born the career of Jake Ramsey, Boy Detective, and his faithful sidekick Corey.
It wasn’t a bad life for Corey. He and Jake became even closer during that period. Jake dropped out of the private school they both had attended and had taken on a series of tutors and a course of self-study that saw to his educational needs. Jake’s real passion however was on developing his own consulting detective agency. Corey continued to attend regular school for his junior and senior years and to work out and wrestle on the school wrestling team, unless of course Jake needed him for investigative purposes, at which point he would drop everything at a moment’s notice to help the younger boy. Corey had followed Jake around the country and through many parts of the world as Jake solved crime after crime and the Boy Detective’s reputation grew.
Corey always understood the solution to the various cases on which they had been employed and how Jake had reached that solution – eventually – usually after the fact and usually after Jake had explained it to him a couple of times. On a few occasions, it was actually Corey that had uncovered the key piece of information that had broken the case wide open – he was particularly proud of his work on the Case of the Purloined Pearls, the Case of the Frantic Farmer and the Case of the Envenomed Emeralds. Corey had also picked up a number of what Jake had called invaluable skills over the years – for example, how to pick a lock; how to tail someone while mostly not being seen; how to put together a rudimentary disguise which again mostly would not give him away. He felt great pride and a warm glow inside himself when Jake would complement him for his good work in breaking down a down a door or moving a big rock out of the way or accidentally saying something that triggered an important idea for Jake or one of the other many useful tasks that he undertook during an investigation.
Things went on this way for five years. Corey decided – he was sure that it was his decision - to stay at home and take care of Jake and become a junior partner in the Boy Detective’s agency. Sure, most of their care was actually provided for by the lawyers, accountants, business managers, tutors, and household staff that reported directly to Jake but the really important work was done by him.
Then on Corey’s 22 birthday, Jake called him into the study that served as his main office now – Jake was 17 at this point – and told Corey that he was sending him away to college to get more of an education. Corey tried to argue with Jake – to convince him – but the Boy Detective had made up his mind and there was no swaying him. Corey remembered being on both knees with Jake sitting in front of him in the study desk’s swivel chair. Jake explained to him that now that they were growing up that he needed Corey to become properly educated so that he could be an asset to the Detective Agency . . . to become his amanuensis (Corey had no idea what that meant and still hadn’t bothered to look it up) . . . to become a proper Watson to his Holmes. Then the Boy Detective did something that stayed with Corey, he reached out a hand and ruffled Corey’s dark blond hair which he always wore in a buzz cut. It was something you might do to a little child or even a dog and for the first time Corey felt that weird warm tingling that he sometimes felt lately around Chad. He remembered closing his eyes and shivering once as the tingle spread to his groin. He then got up and packed as he was directed and took the car that Jake had waiting for him to campus. That was two years ago.
* * * *
Chad contacted the Campus Police and got the answer that he expected: they told him it was too soon to start worrying or make a report and that they were sure that it would all work itself out and that he and Chad would have a good laugh over things soon. He knew that they forgot all about him and Chad the minute that he hung up from the call.
Corey’s next call was to his cousin. Surprisingly, Jake took the same position.
“Corey, I understand that you are concerned for your little friend but really the Police have suggested the best course of action at this point. Realistically, your friend probably found someone to bed down with for the night and is even now either continuing to enjoy that person’s company or busily extricating himself from that person’s presence. Undoubtedly, your friend will make his way back to your fraternity residence with the exaggerated tales of sexual prowess that so often go hand in hand with such drunken fumbling. In the remote eventuality that he hasn’t returned by tomorrow then call me again and we can discuss an appropriate plan of action. By all means, you should not proceed on your own without talking to me. Take to hear what happened in the Case of the Frantic Farmer. Meanwhile, have I told you about my latest endeavor? I am calling it the Case of the Sullen Stevedore . . . “
So he was on his own, Corey thought as he changed his clothes. He knew he should take Jake’s advice and wait but that nagging feeling just wouldn’t go away. He put on a plain dark grey long sleeved sweat shirt over a grey tee shirt, slid on a pair of grey jeans over his grey boxer briefs and grey athletic socks and finished things off with his worn grey size 12 New Balance 993 running shoes. He was just going to do a little digging that was all but if he needed to tail someone this should help him to blend in and not draw attention to himself. He planned to just do a little leg work that was all. What could possibly happen?
* * * *
Corey went to see Chad’s friends from the Diving Team. The warm moisture of the pool area made the tee shirt cling to his muscular form under his sweat shirt as he questioned them as unobtrusively as possible. He attributed the heat and humidity to the sense of lightheadedness that he felt as he questioned the mostly naked, wet team members. They admitted to having been with Chad the night before but for the most part things were a little hazy for them. One of them finally remembered that “Chad took off early to meet some dudes named Kyle and Rob or some shit like that”.
“What the hell was that all about dude,” said one of the divers after Corey had left the area.
“I don’t know but I bet that dude’s a narc of some kind,” said another.
“Totally bro, and did you catch the way he was drooling over you? He totally wanted you,” said a third laughing.
“That’s okay. I’m all about equal opportunity as long as I get my rocks off,” said the first diver laughing too, “Besides, what he really wanted was Chad.”
* * * *
“A fine piece of detective work and a lead!” thought Corey after he left the obviously clueless divers to get back to their pre-season workouts in the pool. The reference to “Kyle and Rob” must have been to their fraternity brothers Kyle Stevens and Rob Evans. Calls to both went unanswered, so Corey went back to the frat house to ask after them. Neither was at the House and no one had seen them since the day before.
“Another dead-end,” thought Corey as he sat in his room. Suddenly, he remembered seeing them yesterday while he and Chad were eating in the Student Union. He had seen them get up and head out with Mike Coan.
So the trail wasn’t so dead after all, he had another potential lead! He would head over to Mike’s place to see if he could offer any insights.
* * * *
“Yeah, they were hanging here for a little bit last night,” said Mike as they sat on his couch drinking a beer. “Kyle got a call about some party. Wrote down the address and the three of them were out of here like a shot. They invited me but I had other . . . more interesting plans to see about last night . . . if you know what I mean.”
“I gotcha bro,” said Corey nodding with a sly smile on his face and clinked his beer with Mike’s bottle. “Just out of curiosity, where did he write down the address?” Corey added casually.
“On a pad that I had out here that I was using to take notes for a class,” Mike replied holding up a pad and flipping to a blank page. “It was on the page before this one but he ripped it out and took it with him and I didn’t see address.”
“Can you find me a pencil, dude,” said Corey. As Mike went into his bedroom to grab a pencil, Corey stared at the pad and hoped this old trick that he had learned from Jake would work.
“Here you go,” said Mike returning and handing him a pencil. Mike watched with interest as Corey used the edge of the pencil to blacken the page but expose the imprint of the address that had been originally written on the page above it. “That’s pretty cool; now do you want to tell me what it’s all about?”
“Okay, Mike,” sighed Corey “But you need to keep this between us for now. Chad, Kyle and Rob haven’t been seen since last night. I’m afraid something might have happened to them. This address is the last we know they went. It’s way outside of town and I’ll need to borrow your car to go out there and check on it.”
“I can’t let you borrow my car, Corey,” replied Mike. “But I sure as hell can drive you out there and check things out with you. These are my frat brothers too and my friends and if you think I’m going to desert you or them then you have another ting coming. Deal?” Mike held out his hand.
“Thanks Mike, you’re a lifesaver” said Corey taking Mike’s hand and shaking it with real gratitude. “We’ll be able to look out for each other. Let’s wait till it gets dark till we head out.”
“That’s what fraternity brothers are for man,” said Mike smiling. The Professor had planned things perfectly but then again his Master was nothing if not perfect, Mike thought.
* * * *
The car drove down the darkened highway, its headlights the only ones that could be seen for miles. Mike was driving. Corey sat in the passenger seat watching the road ahead.
It was warm in the car. Mike had explained to Corey that a problem with the engine required him to keep the heat going in order to prevent the car from stalling. Corey who knew nothing about mechanics accepted this at face value as he accepted the fact that the radio was not working. It was all unimportant. They were headed to find Chad and that’s what mattered. Plus it felt nice to be the one in completely in charge of the investigation for a change and Mike made a great sidekick.
“There should be a turnoff coming up soon but damned if I know where and it’s not likely well marked out here. Can you watch the white shoulder line and let me know when you see a break because that will be where we turn.” Mike said breaking the silence of the car.
“Yeah, sure,” replied Corey shifting his eyes to follow along the white line.
“I know this could be serious but it’s kind of exciting too. It feels like we’re off on a genuine adventure. Like we’re sailing to rescue Chad and the guys from pirates or something. You ever notice how driving at night like this when you’re the only car on road kind of makes you feel like you are on board a ship at sea?’
“Never thought about it before but I guess I understand what you mean” replied Corey blinking his eyes and looking back towards Mike.
“Come on man,” Mike scolded. “We’re never gonna find the turn-off unless you concentrate on watching that white line for the break.”
“Oh sorry,” he said turning his attention back to the task at hand, watching the straight white line trail along into the distance.
“The two of us alone in the car. Darkness all around. The hum of the engine the only sound. Even the white line that you’re following there, shining and rippling beneath my headlights kind of like moonlight off a wave. That’s what it’s like . . . moonlight off a wave in the ocean.”
“A wave?” Corey said his eyes focused on the line watching for the break indicating the turn-off. It did kind of look like a wave, he thought, what with the way it flows and rolls in the light from the car.
“Yeah, buddy, a wave gently rolling in and out. Like you’re looking out and watching a vast expanse of black sea gently rolling in and out. The car driving along feeling almost as if you’re in a small boat gently floating on that sea being rocked by that wave.”
“Uhm . . . yeah,” said Corey absently as he stared at the brilliant white light reflecting off the line. The thing was that the motion of the car and the hum of the motor did make it feel like he was on a small boat gently rocking in the sea. He could feel his eyes blinking more and more as he watched the line. If only it weren’t so warm in here this would have been easier he thought.
“Like a boat gently rocking back and forth . . . back and forth . . . the waves gently rocking you . . . cradling you. Can you feel it Corey?’
“Uhhhh . . . yeah . . . rocking . . . me,” Corey said his eyes becoming unfocused as he watched the light glint off the waves rocking him.
“Rocking gently back and forth . . . the warms trade winds caressing your body relaxing you . . . it feels good doesn’t it?”
“Uh huh . . . ffffeels . . . ggggood,” he heard himself reply as the warm winds caressed him and he watched the moonlight on the waves.
“Concentrate though . . . focus on watching the line . . . no matter how heavy your eyes get . . . you have to watch the line . . . and yet it feels so good . . . so relaxing . . . like you want to just give in to it.”
Have to concentrate thought Corey. Have to stay focused. It was so hard though. The waves gently rocking him felt so good. If only he could just shut his eyes for a few seconds things would be better. No he couldn’t let that happen he thought. His eye lids were so heavy now that it was work to keep them open but he had to do it.
“I know it’s hard Corey . . . hard to keep those eyes open when all they want to do is close . . . hard to even keep your head up when lapping of those waves and the warmth of those trade winds are just draining you of all your strength . . . feel it slipping away more and more . . . like sand through your fingers.”
Corey’s eyes were slits now but he continued to watch the pretty white lights on the water. He could feel himself gently swaying in time to the rocking of the boat and the gentle trade winds warmly caressing him. He fought to keep those slit open but it seemed so impossible. He just needed to sleep for a bit.
“I know Corey . . . I know . . . you’re so sleepy now . . . so impossibly sleepy . . . you’ve never been this sleepy . . . it’s okay just let it happen . . . you can’t fight it any more . . . you don’t want to just give in to it and sleep.”
Corey’s eyes shut and he slept as the waves on that placid sea gently rocked him under the beautiful moonlight with those warm trade winds gently blowing on him. And as Corey slept, Mike spent the rest of the drive deepening his trance just as the Professor had taught him.
* * * *
Corey opened his eyes in an unfamiliar room. It looked sort of like a hospital room but he knew that it couldn’t be because of the straps around his wrists, above his elbows, across his chest, above his knees and at his ankles bound him firmly to the table on which he lay. His legs were raised and separated in a pair of stirrups at the end of the table. He had been stripped completely naked except for his New Balance sneakers. His last memory was of being in the car with Mike heading out to investigate Chad’s disappearance. He had no idea how he could have ended up in this position.
“Help!!! Help!!!” he shouted and struggled to test the strength of the straps holding him to the table.
“Calm yourself Corey,” a familiar sounding male voice replied from somewhere behind him. “We are too far out in the country and too far underground for anyone possibly to hear you and I promise that you won’t be hurt.” The voice sounded so familiar, if only Corey could place where he’d heard it before.
“I suggest that you remove these straps, give me back my clothes and my friends and let us all go,” said Corey with a bravado that he didn’t really feel inside.
“Why on earth would I do that?” the voice asked quizzically. “I’ve taken too much time and effort to collect you and your fraternity brothers to possibly release you now.” Corey could turn his head just enough to make out the outline of a man standing off in the shadows of the room but could not get any detail on the man holding him hostage.
“I’ll give you one more chance to let us all go you sick bastard then it’s a matter for the Police,” said Corey.
“Really?” said the familiar voice laughingly as the man stepped out into the light and moved next to the table on which Corey was bound.
“Professor DiMarco?” said Corey staring unbelievingly at his Psych 101 professor. “Why would you do this?” He was almost dumbfounded by the sight of his handsome thirty-something professor standing next to him.
“Why?” replied the Professor. “I supposed you are owed the courtesy of an explanation though I hope you don’t mind terribly if we continue with the business at hand while I explain. Michael, if you’d come over and bring the necessary tools I’d be most appreciate.”
Mike Coan entered the room wheeling a rolling cart covered with a white cloth. He stopped the cart right next to the table and removed the cloth underneath were an assortment of shaving implements and a bowl of steaming water. Mike began mixing up a batch of warms shaving suds and applying them to Corey’s chest.
“Mike! Whatever he’s done to you, you have to snap out of it and let me loose!” cried Corey as he felt the warms suds lathering his chest and the “treasure trail” of hair that led from his naval down to his pubes.
“I assure you, that is quite useless. Michael is too deeply under my control to recognize you let alone respond to your comments.”
“You bastard! What have you done with him!” cried Corey as he felt the straight razor in Mike’s hand shave his chest and abs smooth.
“He’s been deeply hypnotized and conditioned. As for why, I was trying to tell you when you so rudely interrupted,” replied the Professor indignantly. “It all began at a faculty cocktail party actually. I was having drinks with a few other professors from the Science Department and we were all discussing the difficulty of getting funding for our various areas of research. One of the professors from the Biology Department was discussing how expensive it was going to be for him to set aside the necessary supply of sperm for some genetics research that he was doing. He was going to have to pay all of these college students to act as donors and it was cutting severely into his budget. Another professor, this time from Chemistry, was saying that he had designed some radical new tranquilizers and potency drugs that were going to be held up for years due to the costs of clinical trials. I myself was having issues with getting the necessary funds for my proposed research into human sexuality and behavioral modification. It was at that point, that a light bulb went off in my head. I remember joking that if we combined our research we could probably gather up the necessary test subjects here on campus ourselves and use them as needed in our research. After all, we were all sick of seeing you athletes and fraternity members muscling your way around campus like a bunch of stallions. I joked that if we applied our different fields to the task then we could take a group of you for use not as stallions but as sperm cows and test subjects. Everyone laughed but you could tell the idea had been planted. We stayed on after everyone left and discussed the matter more seriously. What had started off as a joke had become the answer to our prayers. We pooled our collective resources, found this place in the country for use and set our plan in motion. The real trick was to find an appropriate pool of candidates for the endeavor. We took turns looking long and hard, and then one night I was out doing some reconnaissance when I saw your fraternity out for a night on the town. You were all athletes in prime condition perfect subjects so I waited and I watched. One by one the group dispersed until just Michael was left by himself and so I jumped at the opportunity. It turns out my instincts were correct. Once the first domino fell, so to speak, the rest of them easily came tumbling down the slippery slope into our laps. And Michael has been an ideal subject. I couldn’t have asked for a more perfect one and the fact that he’s so damn attractive doesn’t hurt does it”
The Professor reached out a hand and ruffled Mike’s hair. Mike had spent his time shaving Corey’s legs smooth during the Professors monologue. At the Professor’s touch, Corey could see Mike shiver and close his eyes as if in ecstasy. He could also see the sudden and rock hard erection bulging in his friend’s jeans.
“You evil bastard! You’ll never get away with this! People will come looking for us! People will know! There’s no way you can keep this quiet!” Corey shouted.
“Hardly evil and we have gotten away with it. Testing will conclude at the end of this semester. Subjects will remain in telephone contact with friends and loved ones – albeit under controlled contact. At the end of the semester, a group of fraternity members will have a tragic accident on a trip South of the Border and things will be tied up neatly.”
“You mean to have us killed!” shouted a horrified Corey.
“Oh no, I’m sorry to have frightened you. You won’t be killed though you will be reported dead. We have arranged for you all to be auctioned for sale to highest bidders among various high net worth individuals throughout the world with the necessary funds and a predilection for young, handsome, muscular and obedient men. You will all be unharmed, as I promised, and you will by that point learn to enjoy your new roles, and my friends and I in this undertaking will have sufficient funds at our disposal to do whatever we want. Now calm yourself Corey, I am a man of my word.”
“You sick fuck!” Corey cried but that was all that he got out because at that point Mike had started to take a pair of buzzing clippers to his pubes and balls. He could feel the clippers buzzing his balls, stirring his flaccid cock to half-mast, distracting him.
“Why don’t you just relax and enjoy it Corey,” the Professor said soothingly. “It feels so good to just relax.”
“Nnnno! Never!” Corey shouted as he sublimated the feelings of pleasure assailing his nut and his cock. “You’re not going to get me that way you pervert!”
“Suit yourself Corey,” the Professor replied. “Continue Michael.”
Mike left the clippers buzzing against his nuts while he lathered up and shaved Corey’s pubes and balls smooth. Corey used everything he had to keep his cock under control at half-mast - thoughts about baseball statistics, drowning puppies, the loss of his parents, the loss of the Ramseys. They all worked to keep the pleasure at bay and to help him keep a clear mind.
“I see you are made of sterner stuff Corey. I shouldn’t have under-estimated you.”
“So you see, Professor. You might as well let me go because I’m not giving in to it. You’re through.” Corey said through gritted teeth.
“Perhaps, but then again, perhaps not. Young man can you please come in here,” the Professor called out.
Chad Kirby entered the room. His compact muscular frame was naked and shining as if oiled up. His normally warm blue eyes were devoid of expression. His 6.5 inch cock was rock hard. He walked to the table and stood next to the Professor.
“Yes, Master,” said the smaller jock.
“Please proceed, Chad,” directed the Professor.
Chad removed a jar of oil from the table and proceeded to coat his hands with it.
“Please, Chad! Don’t do this! I’m begging you!” implored the bound jock as he renewed his struggles to get free.
Chad reached out one of his oiled up hands and started to caress Corey’s balls. He reached out his other hand and started to rub oil into Corey’s now smooth pubic mound. The effect was instantaneous, Corey’s cock at half-mast for so long sprung to its full nine inches of circumcised hardness.
“Oh . . . oh . . . pppplease . . . Ooooh Ggggod . . . nnnno,” Corey began to moan as Chad’s oiled up hands expertly rubbed and stroked his balls, his pubic mound and then his hard cock. It was too much but whenever Corey felt he couldn’t take anymore, Chad would stop his rubbing and teasing and move to a lighter touch or a less sensitive spot. Corey could feel himself craving more and more of his friend’s touch. He tried to clear his head . . . to focus on the non-sexual things that had kept this at bay before but then his friend would rub his oiled fingers over Corey’s nutsack or work an oiled hand around Corey’s circumcision scar and all Corey’s carefully prepared defenses slipped away.
“That’s it Corey,” he could hear the Professor saying in his most soothing tone of voice, “Just relax and enjoy it. Relax and let the pleasure wash over you. Driving all the other thoughts from your head.”
“Ccccan’t . . . Mmmmust . . . Ffffight . . . Ooooh . . . Ooooh . . . Sssstop . . . Pppplease,” Corey begged. He could feel the pleasure crowding out his other thoughts. Opening his mind up to the Professor’s insidious spell and though he recognized what was happening he was powerless in the face of Chad’s touch.
“It’s okay Corey . . . give in to it . . . give in to the pleasure . . . feel it washing over you . . . taking control of you . . . look at your cock Corey . . . Really look at it now . . . It knows what it wants . . . Doesn’t it Corey.”
Corey’s eyes went to his cock. He’d never seen it so hard before . . . .
“That’s right Corey . . . look at it . . . focus on it . . . so hard . . . so powerful . . . so commanding . . . see how it glistens in the light of the room . . . demanding your attention . . . demanding your obedience . . .”
“Mmmmhhh . . . Ffffuck yyyyeah” he heard himself moan. His couldn’t take his eyes off his cock now. It was powerful. It was commanding. It knew what it wanted and needed. He knew he couldn’t fight it.
“That’s it . . . feel its power and strength . . . feel it beating in time with your heart . . . engorging itself on your blood . . . diverting blood from your brain to it . . . your mind slipping away . . . your body just an appendage to that needy controlling cock . . . totally under its control . . . totally under Chad’s control . . . totally under my control . . . the rest of you slipping away . . . so calm and at peace . . . feeling so good and relaxed . . . so easy to let it all go and relax . . . relax and submit”
The Professor looked down at Corey. The young man’s eyes were completely glazed over and his pupils were dilated as he started hypnotized by his own throbbing cock. His mouth hung slackly open with a line of drool dripping down from one corner of it. The only sounds coming from Corey now were a series of meaningless grunts and moans punctuated by the occasional profanity.
“That’s my good boy . . . let yourself slip deeper and deeper . . . deeper and deeper . . . totally under my control . . .” The Professor smiled knowing the young man’s mind and body were his to command now. Corey would soon make a fine sperm cow for the herd.
He still had some use for Corey though. The Professor knew that Corey had reached out to the Campus Police but they wouldn’t be a problem. He also knew that Corey had reached out to his cousin Jake. The Professor and his colleagues in the undertaking had known this was a possibility when they realized who Corey was but they felt they could deal with the eventuality of the Boy Detective arriving if and when it happened.
“Corey, tell me about your cousin. Tell me all about Jake,” the Professor directed and as Chad continued to work the mindfucked stud cock, Corey proceeded to tell the Professor everything about the Boy Detective. The Professor smiled knowing that it was important to go into battle, if one had to, well armed.
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