Andrew came home, and instead of feeling good and relaxed, he only felt more stressed. There was just so much to do. There was a paper to write, and a girlfriend that needed company tonight.
Andrew threw his bags on the floor, and decided to grab a quick bite first before starting on his paper. It wasn’t until the cool blast from the fridge that he noticed a strange sound. A kind of buzzing, that pulsed, and seemed to spread about the house. It seemed to grow louder, but that was only cause he was focusing on it more. Instead of eating, he grabbed a quick drink from the carton, and quickly went to his computer.
Odd, Andrew didn’t remember leaving it on, but there it was, booted up with the screen saver flashing a simple black and white background. No bother, he must have been in too much of a rush this morning. He hit the space bar, and sat down, but when he looked back up, everything stopped.
The entire computer screen was covered in a vibrant black and white spiral. The center seemed to reach out at him, almost begging him to lift his hand and touch it, but all he can do is sit and watch as the spiral appears to leech out of the screen and toward him, and soon it controls him. He is just Andrew watching the spiral becoming further and further entranced.
Hours later, the door to his apartment opens, and a group of men walk in each carrying a large piece of luggage. Three of the men set up a gurney while the other two tend to Andrew who is still blank, watching the spiral. One of the men touches his forehead, and Andrew sighs, feeling himself go deeper, and a little wetness in his pants. After his sighing, the two men gentle prompt him to get up, and Andrew follows precisely behind them one step at a time.
Andrew can see, but not comprehend the images before his eyes. He can only follow the most basic of stimuli. Each man wears a gas mask, and connected to the masks are cords and wires that lead down into the neck and chest. Each plays their own part in getting Andrew to follow.
They lead him up to the gurney, and each man holds a limb as they gently help him on to it.. Andrew doesn’t notice the cold surface, but only a pair of hands holding his head still.
The men open their cases, and begin attaching the suction cups, wires, and plugs to a frozen, uncomprehending Andrew. Each insertion sends a shock through his body, and that shock makes him obey, and stay still. Andrew can no longer hear the pulsing sound from the room because two plugs have been attached to his ears, but instantaneously, these plugs bring the pulsing, soothing sound back to Andrews ears, and he obeys.
The men hold him down as the wires and plugs send messages to Andrews brain, soon they will be six. One of the rubber masked men leaves Andrew’s side, and opens a small case, pulling out an additional rubber gas mask.
More cords are attached to the helmet, and it is placed over Andrews now visible cock. The precum drips in, and the men wait silently. Soon the only movement is Andrews throbbing cock, up and down until there is one more pulse, shudder, and Andrew cums directly into the rubber gas mask.
The men use the edge of the mask to wipe Andrew’s dick, and then help him sit up, removing excess wires. Andrew sits mindless and blank as the mask comes down over his head, and his first instinct is to lick the inside of it. Once the helmet is dry, the insides light up, and the spiral appears once again. Andrew watches, licking his lips as his body moves on its own, and he follows the other masked drones out the door.