Amateur Tim (2/?)

It was pouring rain when I pulled up outside Tim's apartment. He fuddled with his seat belt and stumbled out the door, only to slip and fall into a puddle. I parked the car, turned off the engine, and got out to help him into his apartment. It was too dark for anyone to notice that I was in my underwear, although I did fortunately have a coat in the back seat that I could put on to keep my torso warm.

Inside, it was one of those apartment buildings that was really just a three floor house with a different person living on each floor.

"Help me up the stairs," said Tim. He slurred his words. I pulled his arm around my shoulder and helped him up the stairs, I'd like to think that I would have done that anyways, it was the nice thing to do, but once we were actually in his apartment, I'm sure I normally would have left.

He threw his coat on the floor and told me to do the same. I tried to hang my coat on the coat rack, but instead I found myself throwing it onto the floor. That was when I started to notice the suggestion he'd given me was still in effect.

He seemed to be moving fine on his own again, so I started to bend down to pick my coat back up and leave.

"What are you doing? Come on, stay the night, it's pouring out there," he spoke like he'd forgotten that there was such a thing as the letter G. I dropped my coat back on the floor and walked further into his apartment. I just sort of stood there awkwardly for a bit.

Tim collapsed on the couch and patted the spot next to him.
"C'mon, sit down." I did so. I started shaking, just a bit. It was one thing to be completely under the control of someone you know is an amateur, it's something else when that amateur is really drunk, and then to also still be in nothing but my underwear.

I noticed that Tim's eyes were gazing towards my crotch. I began to wonder if Tim was straight, I'd never asked or heard anything about it. He was drunk though, he could have just been gazing off into nowhere, and that nowhere happened to the bulge that was growing in my crotch the more I realized how helplessly under his control I was, and how little of his senses, and ethics, that he had with him at the time.

"Boy, you sure do look warm in all those clothes. Are you sure you don't want to take some off?" He said. He gave a sarcastic grin and a loud laugh.

I tried to fake a chuckle.
"Yeah, I think it's cold enough to justify how much I'm wearing," I said. I thought for a moment that I might have accidentally used too complicated language for someone as drunk as Tim, but instead he just grinned wider.

"C'mon, take'm off," he said. I still couldn't stand up, so I lifted my pelvis into the air and pulled my underwear off. My underwear was on the ground, and I was sitting on Tim's couch, naked, next to a drunk Tim, in the middle of the night, with a huge erection, and I had to obey any command he gave me. One might say that this was a set-up for a rape scenario, but really, deep down, I definitely completely consensual to anything he wanted to do. Tim was pretty hot, and his drunk confidence just made him sexier. The fact that my fetish was involved just made things even better.

Tim was definitely not just staring off into space, he was definitely looking at my cock and he was grinning.

"You gay?" he said. I couldn't lie to him.

"Yeah," I said.

"D'you think I'm sexy?" he said, I could tell it was at least half-jokingly.

"Yeah," I found myself saying, without even thinking.

"Why don't'ya get on your knees?" it seemed like his drunk self was starting to realized that I would anything he said. Whether he figured out that it was because of the hypnosis or not. Nevertheless I got down on my knee. Tim unzipped his pants and spread his legs out wide. He was reaching new levels of grinning I wasn't sure was even possible, his grin was getting so cocky it was sending jolts to my cock. He raised his eyebrows.

Was it possible to be compelled to a command if it was only implied? I wasn't sure, but I pulled his cock out and went at it. Sucking at it like it was my true calling in life. My whole world was revolving around Tim's cock and it felt wonderful. He moaned and groaned and put his hands on the back of my head.

When he came in my mouth I swallowed.

"Good boy," he said, once again I could only tell that it was at least half-joking. My cock was throbbing with arousal.

Tim stood up and yawned. He didn't bother pulling his pants up, they just sort of hung just above his knees. I was still confined to my knees, so I had to look up at him, and him down at me.

"C'mon, I'll show you where my bed is," he said. I started to follow him on my knees. "What'r'ya doin'? Stand up."

I stood up and followed him into his bedroom. He got into bed in his street clothes, exactly the way that they were. He patted the space on the other side of his bed, so I crawled in next to him.

I was having trouble sleeping, and he noticed.

"Goodnight, go't'sleep," he said, mumbling as he quickly fell asleep. I took it as a command and found myself quickly falling asleep, naked, in Tim's bed.