Countdown con was in full swing, and Adam was enjoying it immensely. Â The roving convention was a week long, and even on the third afternoon Adam still hadnât seemed to fully explore it. Â Not that the event space here in town was all that big, but it just seemed to have events going in so many different places and rooms. Â Even the dealers room seemed to shift around a lot from day to day. Â Thankfully, the organizers had provided kiosks that would let you search their events and vendors list. Â It probably would have been better online, but there were enough kiosks that you never had more than a couple of people in line waiting for them. Â On the first day Adam had been leery of them, but after the first time they just seemed like the right thing to use.
Now, looking for his next event, Adam walked up to the nearest kiosk. Â He cold see another guy using it, but had the privacy screen drawn, which was weird. Â Heâd assumed the curtains were something left from whatever base machine theyâd cobbled the kiosks from, and why would anyone want privacy as to what public event they were going to? Â Filing this under the other slightly odd things about this con (like the name, the convention didnât have anything to do with a specific fandom so what did it have to do with countdowns?), Adam stood to wait.
Five minutes later he was starting to get annoyed. Â It shouldnât take this long to figure out what to do next, and he could tell the guy hadnât moved to tap the screen or do anything in all the time Adam had been waiting. Â He probably should just find another kiosk, but instead Adam stuck his head in past the curtain to tell the guy to make a choice already. Â For a moment, he saw the man staring blankly forward at the screen, but then Adam saw the screen over the manâs shoulder and froze. Â A whirling red and white spiral spun on it, and Adam couldnât take his eyes from it. Â It was so fascinating, and numbers began to flash across it.
FIVE⌠Where had he seen this spiral before, it looked so famili-
FOUR⌠It was such a pretty spiral, he knew why the other guy couldnât help but stare-
THREE⌠What had he been doing before, it kinda seemed importan-
TWO⌠So hard to think while watching much better to-
ONE⌠stare and let the spiral flow over him and just be-
Both Adam and the man stood, eyes staring forward, their minds blank, as the screen had told them to be. Â Instructions flashed across the screen rapidly, but neither man could consciously register what those were. Â Instead, once the instructions were finished, they turned, their faces empty masks, leaving the kiosk and walking to the hotel front desk.
âHow can I help you Gentlemen?â The front desk attendant asked.
In unison, both Adam and the man spoke in a flat voice. Â âMy countdown has begun.â
For a moment, the front desk attendant swayed, his pupils dilating and constricting as the same spiral that had emptied these menâs minds flashed in his own mind, the trigger telling him what to do. Â His face just as empty as the customers he was helping, the front desk attendant quickly checked his computer and made electronic keys. Â These he handed to both of them. Â âHe is in 628. Â Go there to complete your countdown to service.â
Adam and the man took their keys and walked away from the desk, the attendant shaking his head as his mind cleared. Â But Adam and the manâs mind stayed filled with the whirling spiral as the made their way to the room. Â Inside the room was a strange tableau, or it would have been if either man had been thinking. Â Two other men knelt on the beds, naked except for black masks enshrouding their heads. Â They both were fully erect, their cocks sticking out like handles waiting to be stroked, which both did once every so often. Â Sitting on a chair between them, another man stroked their bodies and smiled.
That man rose as the two new recruits walked in. Â âI was only expecting one.â he mused, and walked to the first man in the kiosk, ignoring Adam. Â âSecurity identified you as a reporter, Mr. Lowry, but not on the lifestyle desk. Â What are you doing here?â
Lowry blankly answered. âThere have been some strange rumors around this convention, people leaving their families to follow it from city to city. Â I wanted to see whether there was some drug connection or other shady dealings.â
The man smiled. Â âNo, nothing shady, my dear sir, just swirling. Â Everyone who comes to my convention has such a good time, and if I canât part with the cute guys who see my pretty spirals, they just follow with me until Iâm finished with them. Â I thought that might be why you were here. Â You can return to the kiosk you used, and continue your investigation. Â You wonât find anything, because anything that would make you suspicious you just wonât be able to notice, will you?â
âNo, I will not be able to notice it.â
âGood. Â Go, and leave the key.â Lowry turned to leave as the man swiveled his head to Adam. âNow, why are you here?â
Adam quickly explained the events around the kiosk.  âAhhh, so you just got hit with the final dose early.  Youâre just the type that my minions would have the kiosks slowly program to visit me.â  He cast an appraising eye, first over Adamâs body, and then the two naked men.  âTroy is just about done, why donât you strip and take his helmet.  Youâll finish cooking, and we can then have a nice evening together.â  Troy took his helmet off, staying hard as Adam quickly stripped, and just as Troy and the man began to kiss, Adam put the helmet over his head.  The red and white spiral bloomed again, and it began to systematically destroy his free will, rewriting Adam into a new minion for the convention organizerâŚ
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