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“If you take that double-dose, a quarter-teaspoon I guess, how long does it last?” Gareth asks.

Travis shrugs his shoulders, “I dunno… about an hour of full intensity and then it tapers off for another two hours or so. Higher doses last longer, before they start tapering off.”

I try to guess how many teaspoons were in the flask. It’s pretty big, maybe a little over a cup in volume.

“How high does the dosage go?” I ask.

“Supposedly, if a guy takes a whole teaspoon—that’s an 8x dose—he’ll do pretty much anything you tell him to for the next day. He’ll still be conscious and all, but ‘free will’ goes out the window.”

That’s what I’d heard about this stuff: that it could be used as sort of a date-rape drug or ‘love potion’ depending on your point of view. Still, it was so rare that nobody was worrying about getting served drinks from strangers, like back in the days of Rohypnal. It was so rare that most people thought its existence was just a myth.

Gareth then prompts, “You said something about different delivery methods?”

Travis pulls a small white plastic bottle from his pocket. It looks like one of those nasal sprays like you get from the drugstore, except there’s no label on it. “You can put it in a nasal spray, like this one if you want a faster rush—more intensity for a shorter duration. You can also take it anally in a suppository. I’ve heard that’s really intense: you first feel something kick in about ten minutes after you’ve inserted it and it’s had a chance to liquify inside you, and then it starts building and you don’t know when it’s going to stop. I heard of this party where everyone had to take one, but some of the suppositories had nothing in them, some had just a little bit, and a couple were full teaspoon doses.”

“That would be a head trip,” Gareth muses, “You wouldn’t know who was going to the puppet masters and who would be the puppets.”

“Then there’s the injection method. Five CC’s, about that same teaspoon-sized dose. Well, it’s something I thought you might find interesting, given your hobby.” Travis says, looking directly at Gareth.

“What do you mean, his hobby?” I ask, confused. Travis turns to me and says, “You know that Gareth plays around with hypnosis a bit, right?”

“Really? Hypnosis? What, like helping you to stop smoking and that sort of thing?”

“No,” Gareth chuckles, “not really. That’s what professionals do. I’ve done more like party tricks, or sometimes a guy wants to do something kinky like planing a hypnotic trigger in his boyfriend so the guy suddenly strips naked when a certain word is said.” He turns back to Travis, “So I’m guessing the rumors are true, that you can put someone into a totally programmable state.”

“Yeah, they say that one shot and you’ve got an hour to do whatever sort of programming or brain-washing you want. The subject is in so deep he’s completely unaware what’s going on. At least that’s what I’ve heard.” Travis flashes a million-dollar smile, “I’ve only played with it once. A guy was willing to put a half-teaspoon into his drink. It was enough to have a pretty wild time.”

“This is a pretty sizable stash you’ve got,” Gareth says, “What are you planning on doing with it, selling it?”

“No, it’s not worth getting into trouble over. I’ll probably keep in it my safe in case it comes in useful someday. But this stuff is as rare as it comes. The facility that invented it permanently shut down production. You and I will probably never come by it again, ever. No, I just figured I would tell you about it since you might be interested in trying it out. I don’t know anyone else who plays around with hypnosis.”

Gareth shakes his head, “Honestly, it’s been over a year since I last put a guy under. I’ve got to admit though, it sounds intriguing…”

“No sweat. As I said, I just figured I’d show it to you. You’re welcome to try one of those mini-doses if you want, before I take it home.” he turns to me, “You too, Ben, if you want. It’s pretty fun and relaxing.”

I can feel myself blush, which I hate. I have to admit that I’m shocked he actually knows my name. I wish I were suave and chill like these guys, rather than the self-conscious wall-flower that I am.

“You want to try it with us?” Gareth asks him, his curiosity piqued.

Travis shakes his head, “Nah, not my sort of thing. I’m too much of a control freak. I have enough fun watching. Anyway, the offer still stands, no charge. Once in a lifetime chance to try it out.”

“I’ve got to admit, it’s tempting, just to see what the smallest bit would feel like. But I’m not going to do it alone.” Gareth looks at me with a playfully challenging look on his face. “What do you say? An eighth of a teaspoon sounds pretty harmless.”

Now I get really nervous and have a hard time doing anything but stammer. The fact of the matter is I’ve got this massive crush on Gareth. I’ve had one for a couple years, although we hardly know each other. I used to have a fantasy of just sharing a joint with him and having him start flirting with me and, well, for things to just happen. I wish I weren’t so fucking shy!

He looks me straight in the eye and says, “I’m going to go out on a limb here, but I think you really want to try it, and you’re just trying to get the nerve to say ‘yes’. Either that or I’m a rotten judge of body language. Come on, live a little!”

They’re both looking at me now. I hate being put on the spot like this, but at the same time it is like that fantasy of smoking a joint with him. I’d really hate myself forever it I passed this up. “Okay,” I cave, but I’m still a nervous wreck. Hopefully nobody is noticing the slight bulge in my pants. Or maybe that’s what led him to make that last statement.

Five minutes later, Gareth and I have relocated to this back room that’s hidden away at the back of the VIP lounge, sitting on a black leather couch. It’s easy to imagine that on a weekend night, guys sometimes retreat back here to mess around a bit. Travis is in the next room, talking on his mobile phone to someone. Gareth and I both have these glasses of Coca Cola in front of us. Travis had put a half-teaspoon or “4 doses” into each of our glasses—that same amount he said he’d given that other guy. My glass is already half-empty, and I’m wondering how long it takes to take effect.

Gareth has had a bit less than me. His glass is still three-quarters full, but he’s still sipping. He looks at me with a penetrating gaze and says, “You’re feeling more relaxed now, right? You looked pretty nervous a few minutes ago. You’re okay that I suggested that you try this with me, right? You don’t feel pressured or anything.”

I smile, “That’s clever, how you phrased those more as statements than questions. ‘I’m feeling more relaxed now, right?’ Are you testing the serum on me?”

“A bit too transparent, huh?” We both laugh at my calling him out. “You are feeling more relaxed, though.”

It’s true; I am. I nod. And I’m kind of glad the Gareth had twisted my arm a bit, giving me the excuse to try this. I take another sip of my coke.

“You should feel free to get more comfortable if you want; it’s just the two of us back here, you know. You’d probably be more comfortable if you at least took off your shoes and socks.”

He’s still doing it, I can see. He’s testing to see if the drug works. I’ll admit, I’m curious whether it works, and if so, how long it takes to kick in. Anyway, I’m not against taking my shoes and socks off. As I do it, I realize that I do indeed feel a lot more comfortable in my own skin, feeling the cool air against my bare feet. It’s not like I’m stripping myself naked, after all!

Travis walks through the door, apparently done with his phone call. “You boys feeling nice and relaxed yet? Geez, you’re being stingy with your Cokes. I’ll try not to be offended.” I think he’s doing like Gareth had been doing—making everything really more a statement than a question. “Tell you what: you boys can pace yourselves if you want, but do me a favor and just take a snort from the nasal spray. One big spray in each nostril. It’s not a big amount, but you’ll feel it right away. Otherwise you’ll be sitting around here forever before you know it’s kicking in.”

He casually tosses the nasal spray to Gareth who sprays once in each nostril and then hands it to me. “Your turn.” I don’t want to make a big deal of things, so I do the same. It’s like having a snort of Afrin nasal spray, but the taste in the back of my throat is different, a bit like licorice. I toss it back to Travis. I’m still trying to keep track in my head—I’ve had two doses in the cola I’m drinking, and now this. Did the nasal spray count as one dose or more? I’m beginning to feel a little fuzzy.

“Whoa, yeah, now it’s hitting me.” Gareth says. “I’m feeling good. Are you feeling good, Ben?”

I get a bit of a rush as I can feel something happening, but it’s not unpleasant. It’s just this feeling like everything is a-okay.

“Yeah, I’m really relaxed now.” I can feel a stupid grin spreading across my face.

“Okay, now that it’s kicking in, I want to make sure your mindset is going in the right direction.” Travis says. “Both of you focus on how sexually turned on you’re feeling right now. There’s an overall tingling feeling of arousal playing across your entire bodies from head to toe.”

“Oh yeah, wow!” Gareth says, “This is the first time I’ve been on the receiving end of directed suggestion.” He rubs his hand over the notably growing bulge in this shorts, “I’m feeling really turned on. How about you, Ben?” he looks over at me. “I’ll bet your mind can’t wrap around any thought that doesn’t have to do with sex.”

“Yeah,” it’s hard to even form words at the moment. I can’t take my eyes off of him rubbing his crotch. I imagine what it would feel like to have his hards running along my own crotch instead. It’s starting to bulge uncomfortably. “It’s pretty… intense.”

Travis says, “I think you guys are ready for a little ‘truth or dare’ now, aren’t you? Doesn’t that sound like fun?”

Gareth jumps in and says, “I want to see Ben do both a truth and a dare—from each of us!”

“Yeah, Ben, you’re happy going first, aren’t you?” Travis asks. “We’re both going give you a truth and a dare, okay?”

“Uh, sure, I guess.” I say. I’m still feeling pretty shy and embarrassed at the sudden attention.

“Okay, your first truth…” Gareth says, “Are you sexually attracted to Travis or myself? Do you wish you could get naked with us and mess around?”

I can feel myself blushing immediately. Drug or not, this is putting me on the spot! I take another sip of my coke to buy a few seconds to think, but as I put my glass back down, I hear myself saying out loud, “I’ve had a huge crush on Gareth for years, so yeah, that’s a total fantasy of mine. And you,” I look directly at Travis, “You’re really hot too, but I never thought I would even be on your radar…” that sounds dumb, but I can’t stop myself, “…meaning I’d totally flirt with you if I weren’t so shy.”

Gareth puts his hand on my shoulder and squeezes it reassuringly, “That’s good. It feels good to get that out, doesn’t it? Look me in the eyes now, there’s nothing to be embarrassed or worried about. I’m happy that you’re turned on by me. I want you to be turned on by me.”

“Yeah,” Travis interjects, “Me too. In fact, I hope that whenever you’re in our presence, now and in the future, you’ll find yourself getting really uncontrollably horny. Okay, time for my truth. Are you ready?”

“Sure” I say.

“How do you like the idea of Gareth really getting inside your head and programming you? When you heard he played around with hypnosis, did that turn you on at all?”

“I can’t lie, yeah, that whole hypnosis thing sounded strangely kinky. I dunno, there’s something about the idea of being so vulnerable… I dunno, there’s something intimate about the idea that turns me on.” I hear myself say.

Travis picks up my glass and puts it in my hand, “Great, time to amp up the vulnerability. Here’s my dare: I want to finish your drink.” Then he picks up Gareth’s mostly-full glass and pours almost all of it in with mine so that it’s topped-up. “And Gareth, you finish yours up too.”

I hesitate. Up until a minute ago I was trying to keep track of how much of the drug I was taking. My glass had gotten pretty low, and there was that hit from the nasal spray, and now there’s a newly-full glass… how much did that add up to?

Gareth tosses back his glass and says, “Okay, I drank mine. Your turn.”

But… he barely drank anything…

“Ben, stop trying to keep track of things. You just watched me down a full glass. Remember? I just chugged the whole thing. You’ve been so miserly with yours. You’ve just been sipping at it.”

I guess he’s right. I think about the scene just a minute ago, playing it back in my head. When he drank his glass, it was almost full, wasn’t it? Travis just poured a little into my glass. But there’s something nagging at the corner of my mind…

“Come on Ben,” Gareth looks me directly in the eye, “You admitted this whole scenario is turning you on. Give into your desires! Besides, if this drug is the real thing, you’re not going to have the will-power to stop anyway. Why fight it?”

I’m still feeling some hesitation, but I can’t deny what Gareth is pointing out: it does sound like a lot of fun to just give in to him. Why am I fighting it? I bring the glass to my lips and slowly drink the whole thing, savoring the feeling of abandonment.

“Okay guys, I think it’s time for a change in venue. My place is up in the hills—nice and private. Shall we go up there to continue the fun?” Gareth says, “fuck yeah! I’ve always wanted to see your place. I’ve heard that your basement is finished as a completely decked-out dungeon. Is it true?” and then he suddenly says out loud, “Wow, it’s strange being so incredibly candid. I’ve just got no filter anymore!” He almost looks embarrassed as he casts a glance over at Travis.

Travis just grins. “That’s cool. I like it when you’re candid. You should always feel free to be entirely candid with me, in fact. My car’s parked down in the loading dock, so we can take the stairs in the back. Ben, you don’t even need to put your shoes back on. And when we get into my car, you can take the rest of your clothes off if you want.”

“Wait one second first,” Gareth says, and gets right in front of me and again looks me straight in the eye. “I’ve still got my dare for Ben. Ben: look into my eyes and focus on my voice. Listen to my words and let them wash over you and penetrate your subconscious…”

I want you to relax and listen to my words. There’s no need to think about what I’m saying. In fact, your conscious mind is going to have the hardest time focusing and remembering what’s going on. There’s no need to worry about what I’m saying, just let the words wash over your mind and become your new truth. It’s fun having me fill your head with thoughts without realizing what it is that I’m telling you. You are not going to remember what I’m saying, and two minutes from now you’re not even going to remember that I told you anything.

Here’s your first new personal secret: you hate wearing clothes, especially around us or around other guys. The clothes you have on right now—your shirt and pants and underwear—they feel itchy and uncomfortable and stifling, and as long as you’re wearing them, you’ll have a hard time thinking about anything except how much you wish you could take them off. You want to be naked, and the feeling of vulnerability in your nakedness will make you incredibly horny.

Remember when I told you to take off your shoes and socks? Think back to that. Remember how it felt so amazingly good when you took them off. You felt sexy and aroused, and you were so happy that I gave you an excuse to act on those impulses. With my help, it’s going to get a lot easier to act on those impulses without worrying about being shy or awkward. It’ll just come so naturally.

There’s one important caveat though: this just applies to street clothes. If you’re given any gear—anything made of leather or rubber or metal, especially if it makes you more vulnerable or submissive—that will actually enhance your inherent nakedness and vulnerability, making you really happy and relieved and horny. Straps, gags, masks, handcuffs… you’ll be eager to try them on whenever we give them to you, and you’ll be excited about having the excuse to show them off in our presence or in the presents of other guys.

Okay, now I want you to absorb that and then to let it wash over you. You won’t remember exactly what I was saying right now. In fact, you can’t remember that I told you anything.

Gareth suddenly snaps his fingers. “Okay, let’s go.” I feel like I can hear echos of his voice in my mind, but they fade away. I must have been imagining things. What were we just talking about? I just know that I’m ready to see Travis’s place.

“Alright!” Travis says, “Now let’s get out of here.”

We’re in Travis’s car. Gareth is in the back seat with me. It’s this spacious luxury SUV with tinted windows. Before Travis even started the engine I had pulled my shirt off over my head. I’m eagerly trying to climb out of my jeans, and it feels so fucking good. Gareth helps to pull the legs off past my ankles. I push my hands down on the seat, lifting my ass up a bit so he can free my underwear. My dick feels so good to bob around freely. I’m feeling really good and relaxed.

Gareth sees looks at my erection and says, “Being naked makes you feel so incredibly sexy, doesn’t it? I’ll bet you’re loving having a hard-on and not being able to hide it. I’ll bet being exposed like that even makes you feel sexier, which in turn is making you cock even more stiff. It must feel really great. In fact, it’s probably making it hard for you to think of anything but how turned on you are!”

I’m so horny I can barely focus. I love how hard I am. I grab my cock and start pumping it.

“Oh no,” he admonishes me with a sudden sternness, “You mustn’t beat yourself off! Listen very closely: there’s a new rule that you must obey at all times. You’re not allowed to handle your cock on your own. You have to rely on other people from now on. Even if there’s nobody around to help you out, you’re just going to keep getting hornier and hornier, until you find someone else who is able and willing to provide relief.” He runs his hand down my chest and stomach and slowly teases my cock. He leans over and puts in his mouth. I moan and start writhing.

“Have Ben take one more hit.” Travis tosses the nasal spray back to us. Gareth continues to pump my cock slowly as he holds the bottle up to each of my nostrils as I snort inward as hard as I can.

The rush is instantaneous. I fall back into my seat. I feel like I’m having an out-of-body experience and am only vaguely aware as Gareth and Travis are talking.

“So by my count, Ben’s had one and a half glasses, or six doses orally, and he’s done two by nasal spray. Does that add up to eight?”

“More or less. Past that, I’ve heard you start becoming less conscious and more in a trancelike state. That’s where I’ve heard you can permanently program a guy.”

“And that’s why you were thinking of me? Because of my experience with hypnosis.”

“Yup. The idea of really altering someone’s mind—making it impossible to resist certain impulses or triggers... It would be really hot see if it’s possible to take a guy like Ben and see if you can really permanently and completely program him.”

“I think Ben here has already crossed over into that trance state.” Gareth says. I feel his arm around my shoulder. He stops stroking my cock and is touching the side of my face.

“Really?” Travis looks back at us through the rear-view mirror, “Nasal spray hits you at first like a mega-dose, but it backs off after a few minutes. Hey Ben, you’re still with us, aren’t you buddy?”

With some effort, I manage to speak: “Yeah, that was just a bit of a rush. I’m... I’m just feeling really relaxed.”

“That’s good,” Travis says, “Focus on that feeling, and try to channel all that energy that’s flowing through you into your cock. Feel how intense it is. You are lost in the sensation, and you can’t think of anything else. You can’t remember what Gareth and I were just talking about; it’s unimportant. Ignore our words and instead focus on the feeling in your cock.”

Gareth has resumed slowly pumping me up and down, and I go back to moaning. Whatever they had been talking about earlier is unimportant, and I wasn’t really paying attention anyway.

We’re finally pulling into Travis’s garage. My head has cleared a little bit—at least enough to get out of the car and walk with a little guidance. Gareth has asked me to try to clear my head and focus on being present. “Shake it off. Take a deep breath and feel the energy returning to your body. Focus on how wonderful it feels to be naked. Whenever you’re around either of us in the future, or even if you talk to one of us on the phone or even think about us, you’ll feel the uncontrollable need to take your clothes off.”

It’s true, I love the fact that I’m naked. It feels completely natural and right even though they’ve still got their clothes on.

We enter the house from the garage. Just a bit past the entryway, there’s a stairway that goes down into the basement. Travis leads us down the stairs, and they seem to go down a really long way. I mean, most basement stairways go, I don’t know, maybe twelve or fifteen steps down or so, but this stairway goes down that length, turns to the right and then goes the same span down again before it opens up into a room. 

It reminds me a lot like a locker room from a gym I’d been to in New York. The interior was painted mostly in black with some red details, so it looked more like a nightclub. There are some benches running in front of some long vertical cabinets to complete that locker room effect.

There’s a big shower off to one side with three individual open stalls, and then a glass door that I think leads to a small steam sauna. This place is fancy; Travis must be even wealthier than the rumors suggested!

Gareth opens a few of the cabinets, revealing a variety of interesting objects. He holds up what looks like a wrestling singlet, except it’s made from some red shiny material and the gap in front goes almost all the way to the crotch. In another one, he finds a black latex one-piece bodysuit. 

Travis simply says, “I’ve collected a lot of gear over the years.” There are literally dozens of cabinets covering one and a half walls. On the far end there are large open shelves displaying an impressive collection of boots, most of them black leather, but I see some red and blue motorcycle racing boots and some interesting thick rubber boots as well.

“Okay Gareth, time to find something suitable for you. Get out of your clothes and you can put them in that bin over there. Meanwhile...” Travis walks over to one of the cabinets and extract some items, Ben, I’ve got something here that I think suits you. Put this on your left ankle. I’ll do the other one.” 

He gives me a thick leather restraint that’s about three inches wide and is clearly meant to go around the ankles. It’s got a strap that wraps around and buckles into place. I sit down and figure out how to put one on while he does the other. Each strap goes inside a D-ring that is obviously meant to be used to secure the ankle with ropes or other means. Travis also procures a pair of tiny padlocks that make it impossible to remove the straps without a key, locking them in place.

From the moment I feel the straps around my ankles, I feel this intense rush of exhilaration, with a second and even more intense wave hitting me as Travis snapped the locks shut. It’s hard to describe, but I could almost feel something in my brain clicking and the pleasure centers in my brain flooding with ecstasy. I’d never done ‘bondage’ before, but both of these guys are hot, and getting all this attention is something I’m not used to. Something about being helpless and subject to their whims thrills me...

“You’re liking this, aren’t you?” Travis says. I nod. “Good, because we’re not done yet. Gareth, help me with these. Ben, put your hand into this and make a fist.”

He holds up this thing that looks like a round spherical fingerless glove. I tentatively put my right hand into it and discover that the insides have individual sleeves for my fingers to go into. As I work my hand further into it, the sleeves force my fingers to curl inward. In order to get my hand in all the way, I have to squeeze my hand into a fairly tight fist. The glove itself is made from some black material that looks almost like leather, but is a little stretchy. The cuff tapers into a three inch strap—much like the ankle restraints—that wraps a couple times around my wrist and similarly buckled into place with a miniature padlock.

While Travis is securing the right fist, Gareth—standing next to me now completely naked—holds the other glove out while I try to wriggle the fingers of my left hand into it. It’s such a turn-on to have both of these guys paying attention to me like this. I’d always wondered what Gareth’s body looked like. I’d never seen him shirtless, but one of the things I’d always found beguiling was that he shaved his legs. When he wore shorts I could tell how smooth and toned his legs were. His body looks like that all over. I try not to stare, but he’s got an erection, and it points outward with a slightly upward angle. It’s got a normal thickness but looks longer than normal. I guess it’s maybe eight inches.

Travis is done with the right glove and helps Gareth finish the other one. I marvel at how smooth and seamless the ‘mitts’ are, and how the combination of the thick but soft lining holds my fingers in place so firmly that I can’t discern the individual fingers anymore.

Gareth starts talking in that slow, soothing voice, “Remember how I said you weren’t allowed to handle your own cock anymore? Now the transformation is complete. Go ahead and try to touch it. Feel how helpless you are and how wonderful that is and how much it just magnifies your arousal.” 

With my fists held into tight balls, I can only paw at my cock, but the whole endeavor is so futile. I realize how helpless I am, unable to manipulate simple things like unfastening a strap or even opening a doorknob. The smooth leathery material against the skin of my penis just sends shivers up and down my body. He continues, “You are now completely dependent on us for release. Your cock is just going to get stiffer and stiffer, and you can’t do anything about it. You’ll find that you’ll do anything to get us intervene on your behalf.” The intensity of the feeling is like an electric shock, and I pull my hands away, afraid to touch it anymore.

“Gareth, sit on the bench so Ben can suck your cock,” Travis says, “That’ll give him some thing to focus on.”

Gareth sits and spreads his knees apart. I’m grateful to have something to pour this building sexual energy into, and I drop to my hands (paws?) and knees and devour that beautiful penis literally without a second thought. He leans back into it and rolls his head backward a bit.

“Now Gareth, you’ve got to admit that you’re enjoying Ben’s transformation so far. Every step of this has been thrilling. You’ll agree we have to see how much further we can go.”

I can’t hear if Gareth has said anything in reply, my head in his groin, sucking noisily on his cock and all, but Travis’s voice is clear and steady.

“No, it’s more than that. This is an imperative. Think about how exciting it has been to start conditioning Ben. Think back to how you were quietly excited by his trying out the drug with you just a couple hours ago. Remember how much you had missed hypnotizing people and how excited you felt when you realized he was the perfect candidate. I was a little hesitant, but you insisted that we had to try the drug out, to see what its limits were. You can recall the conversation so clearly, especially when Ben himself gave us his consent to push this as far as possible, when he confessed how he had always wanted to be transformed into a sex addict, that it had always been his deepest fantasy…”

“I… yeah, yeah, he did give us his permission. He did want it, didn’t he?”

“And so do you. You want to fuck his mind wide open. You want make his brain into an empty horny vessel that our thoughts and whims can pour into. You’re so excited about this that you can’t wait to get started. It’s almost hard to sit still and receive this great blow-job because you’re so eager to get inside his head.”

I can feel him start to fidget a little bit. “You’re right. We shouldn’t waste this opportunity while he’s so juiced up.” He runs his fingers through my hair, “…not to say we won’t also drug him later if we need to reenforce his conditioning. You’ll be willing to let us use more of the drug on him, right?”

“Oh yeah, of course.” Travis says.

“Good. I was worried I’d have to twist your arm. You know, given how priceless it is and all.”

“No, that fine. I know how important this is to you, how single-minded you are about it. This is going to be fun. Now why don’t you find some kinky gear to get into while I get Ben here secured so we can have some fun.”

“Yeah, that sounds like a good idea.” Gareth admits. Then he says, “By the way… there’s something important to tell you. I… think you’ll find it useful. It’s… hopefully it’s going to make sense, but I have to admit my mind is kind of foggy…”

“What is it?”

Gareth gently pulls my head back from his groin, tells me to sit on the bench next to him, and gently fondles my cock. “Ben, just sit still for a moment and focus on how hard your cock is. It’s so absorbing that you can’t even follow what we’re talking about.” I lean back on my mitts, close my eyes and try not to writhe while I’m in ecstasy.

“Just a few minutes ago, when we were talking… Ben had just started giving me that blowjob and you were talking about this project we’re going to do. And I was in complete agreement with what you were saying, about how important this was and how lucky we were to have Ben here as a willing volunteer… What I’m trying to say is that part of me knew what was going on, especially since I have experience with suggestion and all. I’m not saying I was or am fighting you. I totally agree, and you know I’m really onboard with doing this.

“I want to do this. I’m excited about it. I’m so excited it’s making me fucking horny as hell. But what I wanted to say is… sorry, it’s hard to focus, but I think it’s important. It’s about how Pandora works, and we’ll want to understand it as we work with Ben. So there’s this thing with addiction—hopefully this will all make sense in a moment—people with addiction actually undergo this rewiring of their brains so that their perceptions and sometimes even their memories change. They get rewritten in order to create a narrative that reinforces and justifies the addictive behavior.

“What I’m trying to say is that I can actually feel that happening inside me right now. I can actually feel my brain getting rewired. I want to do this thing… this stuff you were talking about. I really want to do it, and I completely agree with you. I want it so much that my brain is actually rewriting itself. It’s rewriting my memories—my perspective of how these last few hours have unfolded. In fact, I’m pretty sure that five minutes from now I won’t even remember telling you this. I don’t want to, to be honest. I’m not sure why I don’t want to, but I don’t care. Anyway, it was just that I know we’ll want to have an intuitive understanding of how Pandora works when we tell Ben to do things… we’ll want to know how powerful and permanent our suggestions may be. It’s more profound than I ever thought. Damn, I’m getting so horny. I… can’t even remember what I was talking about!”

Gareth turns to me and starts pumping my cock extra hard for a moment, “Hey boy! Are you ready to get your mind fucked wide open? That’s going to be fun, isn’t it! My God I’m getting turned on! Anyway, you’re right—I’m going to go dig though your gear and get into something kinky. You said you were going to get Ben all secured, right?”

“Exactly,” Travis says, putting his hand on my shoulder. “When you’re done, just go down this hallway until you find us.” Then he leads me out of the locker room and down a long hallway.

We pass by a couple smaller rooms, too dark to make out any details, and then at the third Travis flicks on the light and leads me inside. Along one wall there’s this chair that sits unusually high off the ground. It has big padded armrests, a head-rest, and from the base of the seat two individual leg rests that go out and upward. Travis gently positions my body at the base of the chair and then tells me to sit in it. I have to use my hands to push myself up so I can get my butt in the base. Then Travis gently takes one of my legs and then the other and lifts them so they are positioned along the left rests. Their angle is high enough that I’m forced to lean back into the chair.

I hear a clicking sound as Travis locks each of my ankle straps to the chair via their D-rings. He then locks my fist mitts to the armrests with similar clips. Finally he presses a button and the whole chair begins to recline back even more; my legs lift higher and are pulled to the side until my ass is exactly level with his crotch.

He pours something cold and wet along my ass and authoritatively opens my sphincter with his finger. Then he opens a small case and pulls out a white cylindrical object, about a quarter inch around and four inches long. It holds it up for a moment for me to see. I think it’s one of those suppositories he was telling us about. He then slides it up into my ass.

“It’s time to do a little programming of my own. Look into my eyes.”

“It’s kinda hard to do leaning back like this.” I say. He moves around to my right side so I can just turn my head.

“Okay, now look into my eyes and focus on my words. Think back to all the times you ever looked at Gareth and found yourself turned on by him. Remember how you always thought he was the hottest guy you had ever seen—apart from maybe myself—and how you’d spent so many nights fantasizing about him naked, seducing you, getting you to take your clothes off, fucking you…” He starts stroking my prone cock, “Whenever you see his face, your heart starts racing and all those fantasies flood back into your head. You lust after him so much! You need to feel his hands caressing your body, his cock sliding into your ass.”

I can feel my heart starting to race. I’m looking into his eyes. I can’t look away! All I can do is let the words wash over me while my cock feels impossibly stiff.

“Tell me, how long ago was it that you first laid eyes on Gareth? When did you first meet him?” Travis asks.

“Uh, maybe three years ago. It was at the bar. He was with a bunch of guys. I never really talked to him, but…” I stammer.

He interrupts, “But when you first saw him there, you were immediately taken by him. The way he talked and laughed with his friends. You were instantly infatuated with him. Remember being so shy and intimidated that you were tongue-tied. Every time after that, if you ever saw him casually in public, you couldn’t take your eyes off of him.”

I remember! My heart is racing even faster.

“In fact, it’s been longer than three years ago. You can’t remember anymore, but it feels like you’ve known him forever. You’ve always had such a crush on him.”

Oh my god, I’m getting so excited. This is a fantasy come true!

I hear a slight squeaking sound coming from the other side of the chair. I turn my head away form Travis and see Gareth walking up to me. The sound was that of rubber-on-rubber. Gareth is decked out head-to-toe in heavy gear: what looks like a one-piece bodysuit underneath a series of straps around his neck and shoulders and waist; heavy boots that go up around above his calves, almost to the knees; thick gauntlets covering his hands and forearms. The most unmistakable feature is the huge, club-like cock sheath that protrudes directly at me, balls prominently held forward. The whole outfit looks black at first, but I see as he gets closer that the pieces have a deep crimson hue that reflects slightly in the light.

I can’t take my eyes off of him. He’s walking up to me, getting closer, and I feel like my heart is going to burst out of my chest. I don’t turn my head as Travis repositions himself between my legs. I feel his tongue slide along my sphincter and almost jump out of my skin, but still I can’t take my eyes off of Gareth. He touches the side of my face with the thick gloved hand of his, while his other hand instinctively grabs his own cock. With every motion I can hear that faint wonderful sound of rubber.

“Are you ready to be my sex slave?” He asks, his eyebrows lifting playfully. I nod. “I’m going to fuck your ass and your mind at the same time. You’re ready for that, aren’t you? You’re ready to have me inside you.” I nod again.

I barely notice Travis slathering something slick in and around my ass. His finger darts in a little and wiggles around.

Gareth continues, “Travis too. You’re ready to give yourself over to him, body and soul, aren’t you?” I nod as he swaps places with Travis, who gently positions my head forward and places a series of straps over my face and across my forehead, attaching them to the headrest and securing my gaze fixedly upward.

I feel something big and smooth press against my ass, and then Gareth pushes himself into me. Oh my god, I’ve always dreamed of this moment! This couldn’t get any better!

Travis tells Gareth about the suppository he had put in me a few minutes ago. “In ten minutes he’ll be on another planet.”

“Ummph. Mmmm. Good,” I hear Gareth say.

“Nice selection of gear. It fits great. Let me go see what I can find for myself. I won’t be long.”

Gareth is still slowly pushing further into me. His cock looked huge when it was in view, but at the angle I couldn’t gauge just how big. Every now and then he pulls out a little bit and then pushes in further.

“Sounds good. I’ll have him good and open for you by then.”

“I know a few guys who would really get into this. Should I give them a call?”

“That sounds fun, but what about tomorrow? I’ve got a lot of programming to do. Actually, maybe we should wait until Sunday.” He’s starting to drive in and out rhythmically, but he’s still not all the way in. Rubber-encased hands caress my stomach.

“Yeah, I think you’re right. That gives me more time to call around. We’ll make a party out of it.” The door closes as Travis leaves the room.