Derek grinned broadly and said, "I knew you switched the bottles. I just played along that I'd been drugged,
while waiting for the immobilizing formula to take effect. Any moment now, you will topple over as stiff as a
board."
"Uh, Derek, I know you switched the bottles back when I you had me look through the microscope to see how you
wove your nanite thread in with the Spandex. I just waited for the opportunity, and switched the straws, so
you drank the bottle you drugged. Feeling stiff yet?"
"Oh, cr-" said Derek as he became rigid and toppled into Dirk's waiting arms.
"Yeah, it sucks to be you right now. Let's see I'm keeping Jimmy as my jockstrap, and I think you'll make a
fine left sock," Dirk said helping Derek out of his undies and on to the left side of the table. He quickly
catheterized Derek, and strapped him firmly to the table. He raised Derek's head up pulling the hair away from
the nape of his neck, and positioned the neurolink cable plug at the base of his brain. As soon as one of the
wire fibers nicked Derek's neck, the whole cord came to life and leaped out of Dirk's hand to bury its
multiplicity of fangs in Derek's brain.
"Heh, heh, so this snake is eager to bite its maker. Oh, so Biblical," laughed Dirk, "Now to get the rest of
you hooked up. Let's see, you said the bag attached to your rectum next, and then the TENS wires to the
muscles. I'll just copy the arrangement of them on Jimmy. Then, I need a right sock. Hm, I think I know the
perfect guy."
When Dirk had finished attaching the plastic bag through the hole under the table, he took out his cell phone.
He looked up a number and dialed.
"Hey, is Brody there?" he asked.
"Yeah, Brody, you helped me get fitted for a suit yesterday. Turns out I need it tonight. Do you think you
could get it finished up and deliver it to me tonight? There's an extra hundred dollars in it if you can
bring it to me," Dirk said with a fiendish gleam in his eyes.
"Uh, sure, I'll bring it personally to your home, as soon as I get off work at 5 pm. You do want it delivered
to your home address?"
"No, actually, I'd like you to bring it to," Dirk paused to read the lab address he had jotted down when Derek
had called him earlier. "And use the outside basement stairs, there's a doorbell next to the basement door."
"Okay, I should be there by 5:30," Brody answered.
"Perfect," said Dirk.
The machine whirred to life as Derek was linked to the left white sock. All the wires had been connected, all
the tubes were in place, his body was on the same life support system as James Standish, and his life as
Dirk's left sock had just begun.
He screamed mentally as Dirk wriggled his sweaty toes inside Derek. He couldn't believe that he had gotten
suckered into this situation. He was also shocked that the "dumb jock" Dirk was smart enough to properly hook
Derek up to his own machine. He couldn't believe how effective his machine was - Dirk's disgusting foot odor
permeated every sense of Derek's being. He could feel the subtle whorls on the soles of his foot and toes. The
athlete's foot fungus and the residue of anti-fungal powder also seemed pungent and offensive to Derek. This
was his life now - he was Dirk's sock. He felt so depressed.
Less than 15 minutes after he put on the socks, Dirk heard the bell ring. He dashed to the door. The pain of
the big oaf's weight pressing down on Derek with such force had an odd effect on Derek. It was like someone
squeezing his cock hard. He orgasmed. Then he recalled something Dirk had mentioned casually. The bastard
usually ran at least 5 miles a day. Such pain and pleasure would undoubtedly quickly reduce Derek into a total
masochist. He was terrified, and also somewhat eager. It hurt, but oh, it hurt so good.
"Uh!" Brody gasped with his mouth hanging wide open.
Dirk had opened the door wearing only white socks and a jockstrap.
Dirk picked up the conversation by saying, "Good, you're here, Brody. You've got the suit? Come on in. I need
to get dressed ASAP."
"Oh, you really are in a hurry," Brody said stepping through the doorway and gathering his composure. He hoped
that his baggy trousers had revealed the outline of his boner when he saw nearly naked Dirk's muscular body
framed by the doorway.
Dirk closed the door, and handed Brody an open beer with a crisp new $100 bill wrapped around the outside.
"Have a drink, and stick around, will you? I want to make sure this looks right on me before I go to my
party."
"Sure. Thanks," Brody said in a distant voice. He was staring at the two naked guys on the table hooked up to
life support.
"Oh, don't worry about those guys, Brody, they're participating in an experiment for NASA's suspended
animation program. Did you know it takes over 2 years for a spacecraft to reach Mars? The guy on the right
started out clean-shaven like the man on the left, but he's been like this for over 2 months."
"Wow? Uh, I didn't think you were a science major?"
"Nah, but I earn extra money working for scientists. I empty the catheter bags, and excrement bags, and bathe
the subjects when needed. The professor is working on automating those jobs, but right now he wants a hands
on approach to make sure the subjects remain healthy."
"Oh, and I thought my job sucked," Brody blurted out, "That's as bad as my summer job changing adult diapers
at the nursing home."
"Haha, probably worse. I have to give them periodic enemas too. And soon there will be three guys lying on
that table," Dirk said as he pulled up his newly tailored trousers.
Brody wiped his brow. He felt flushed-hot and sweaty. He glanced at the half-empty beer bottle and yawned.
Dirk positioned himself to catch Brody when he fell. The guy wasn't nearly as big as Derek had been, but he
was in good shape. Dirk stripped Brody and lay him on the right side of Jimmy.
When he hooked up the neurolink cable to Brody, he was still wearing both socks. Brody suddenly overwhelmed
with sensations, as he woke from total darkness to find himself wrapped around a giant stinking foot. He
realized that one of those other guys had to be Dirk's other sock. Dirk stripped out of his suit, and grabbed
an outfit from his gym bag. He tied the Derek's lab key around his neck, and put his shoes on. He decided to
break in his new socks with a ten mile jog.
In a matter of moments, Brody found himself totally on edge. He was also a victim of pleasure and pain. He was
soon on edge, then he was orgasming just like Derek was. He wondered whether he was cumming into the catheter
or whether his sexual ecstasy and horrible crushing pains were just in his head or if he was physically being
effective.