12-10-2019, 11:02 PM
(This post was last modified: 12-19-2019, 08:13 PM by BrockRockhold.)
Here's the opening chapter of the second sleepy foot fetish story I ever published. It's a MM/F story that involves drugged drinks, chloroform, and nerve pinches. Link to the full story is posted beneath the excerpt. Enjoy 
The moment I walked into the bar, I immediately noticed a couple sitting by themselves. The female had a delicate air about her. She wasn't petite, but her demeanor made her seem gentle. I could tell she could handle herself, but only if she had to. The man sitting next to her seemed nice as well. The two of them were drinking wine and smiling warmly at each other. I could only assume they'd been happily married for quite some time. I casually walked over toward an empty seat beside them.
“Good evening. Do either of you mind if I sit here?” I politely asked.
“Not at all,” replied the silver-haired man. “I’m Michael and this is my wife Jenny.”
“Michael, Jenny, pleasure to meet you. I’m Alex. What are the two of you drinking on this delightful evening?”
“We are enjoying some Merlot,” Michael replied.
“Nectar of the Gods,” I smiled. “Bartender, I'll have a Manhattan on the rocks, and two fresh Merlots for the lovely couple, if they'd like them.”
“Well, thank you,” Michael replied.
I quickly glanced over at Jenny and caught her smiling in my direction.
“I gotta say, Michael, that's some smile your wife's got. How'd the two of you meet?”
“It was on a business trip.”
"Ah. Turned a little business into a little pleasure?" I asked playfully.
Michael chuckled. “I guess you could say that.”
I couldn’t help but notice Jenny peeking in my direction, almost as if she had something to share.
“So, what's a beautiful couple like you getting into tonight?” I asked, moving the conversation along.
“Just relaxing,” Michael grinned.
"Same here,” I continued. “Nothing quite like relaxing after a hard day's work. How’s the wine by the way?" I asked, taking a large gulp of my cocktail.
“Excellent,” Jenny spoke for the very first time. “So Alex, what do you do for a living?” she asked, sexily smiling.
At this point, I couldn’t tell if they were swingers or just extremely friendly, but I was open for anything.
“I actually work in Pharmaceuticals. I help doctors find which medications will work best for their patients. Nothing too glamorous, but I find it interesting.”
“That does sound interesting,” Jenny continued smiling. “Do you have a girlfriend or a wife?” she asked, gently caressing the instep of her high heel against my shin.
The contact could have been an accident, but I knew that it wasn’t.
“Unfortunately, no. The job involves a lot of travel, which makes it hard for me to stay in one place. The pay is nice, but money can only buy so much, you know?”
“Do I ever,” she smiled, lightly rubbing her foot up and down the exterior of my jeans. “Would you please excuse me while I use the restroom?”
"By all means," I smiled, standing from my seat as I allowed her to pass.
I quickly scanned her body in hopes Michael wouldn’t notice. "God damn," I thought to myself. “What I'd do with her if I had the chance…”
Michael growled from behind me. “Do you like what you see?”
“Oh, uh, apologies if I was staring,” I stammered, “but yes, you have an extremely beautiful wife. Hopefully one day I can be so fortunate.”
“She really is sexy,” Michael grumbled. “I just wish I could fulfill this one fantasy I have about her…”
“And what’s that?” I smiled, sipping from my glass.
“Well, I’ve always had a sleepy fetish,” he replied.
“Sleepy fetish?” I asked curiously. “What do you mean?”
“Basically, I’ve always wanted to knock her out and play with her limp body.”
“Knock her out? You mean by drugging her drink or something?”
“Correct,” he replied without moving a muscle.
“And then what?”
“Flop her around like a rag doll. Do as I please. And then when she starts waking up, knock her out again.”
At this point, I was extremely interested. “So what, you’d give her another drugged drink? What if she didn’t take it?”
“I’d use chloroform,” he said stoically.
"You have…chloroform?" I asked, trying to hide my excitement.
“I purchased some in England during my last business trip.”
“Michael, you seem like a straight-shooter. Can I be honest with you?”
“Of course,” he said, without blinking.
"Up until now I thought I was alone, but I have the same exact fetish. And I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, but do you mind if I propose something?"
“I’m listening…” he smiled calmly.
“Well, I already told you I work in Pharmaceuticals. What I didn't tell you is that I represent the largest sleep aid company in the country, and they’ve recently been experimenting with something new that’s extremely potent,” I explained, removing a vile from my inside jacket pocket. “I know this might sound crazy, but how would you feel if we slipped a couple drops into Jenny's wine and headed back to your place for a nightcap?”
Michael grinned while shifting his posture. “I feel like that sounds absolutely incredible.”
“Are you sure? I don’t want to cross any boundaries…”
Michael casually leaned forward and whispered into my ear. “Part of my fantasy is watching another man knock her out…”
He needn’t say another word. I discreetly unscrewed the vile, filled the eyedropper with liquid, and dripped six drops of the solution into Jenny’s wine. The recommended dose was three.
Full Story available here: https://www.amazon.com/Sleepy-Soles-Vol-...350&sr=8-6
“Double Teamed”
Part 1
**********
The moment I walked into the bar, I immediately noticed a couple sitting by themselves. The female had a delicate air about her. She wasn't petite, but her demeanor made her seem gentle. I could tell she could handle herself, but only if she had to. The man sitting next to her seemed nice as well. The two of them were drinking wine and smiling warmly at each other. I could only assume they'd been happily married for quite some time. I casually walked over toward an empty seat beside them.
“Good evening. Do either of you mind if I sit here?” I politely asked.
“Not at all,” replied the silver-haired man. “I’m Michael and this is my wife Jenny.”
“Michael, Jenny, pleasure to meet you. I’m Alex. What are the two of you drinking on this delightful evening?”
“We are enjoying some Merlot,” Michael replied.
“Nectar of the Gods,” I smiled. “Bartender, I'll have a Manhattan on the rocks, and two fresh Merlots for the lovely couple, if they'd like them.”
“Well, thank you,” Michael replied.
I quickly glanced over at Jenny and caught her smiling in my direction.
“I gotta say, Michael, that's some smile your wife's got. How'd the two of you meet?”
“It was on a business trip.”
"Ah. Turned a little business into a little pleasure?" I asked playfully.
Michael chuckled. “I guess you could say that.”
I couldn’t help but notice Jenny peeking in my direction, almost as if she had something to share.
“So, what's a beautiful couple like you getting into tonight?” I asked, moving the conversation along.
“Just relaxing,” Michael grinned.
"Same here,” I continued. “Nothing quite like relaxing after a hard day's work. How’s the wine by the way?" I asked, taking a large gulp of my cocktail.
“Excellent,” Jenny spoke for the very first time. “So Alex, what do you do for a living?” she asked, sexily smiling.
At this point, I couldn’t tell if they were swingers or just extremely friendly, but I was open for anything.
“I actually work in Pharmaceuticals. I help doctors find which medications will work best for their patients. Nothing too glamorous, but I find it interesting.”
“That does sound interesting,” Jenny continued smiling. “Do you have a girlfriend or a wife?” she asked, gently caressing the instep of her high heel against my shin.
The contact could have been an accident, but I knew that it wasn’t.
“Unfortunately, no. The job involves a lot of travel, which makes it hard for me to stay in one place. The pay is nice, but money can only buy so much, you know?”
“Do I ever,” she smiled, lightly rubbing her foot up and down the exterior of my jeans. “Would you please excuse me while I use the restroom?”
"By all means," I smiled, standing from my seat as I allowed her to pass.
I quickly scanned her body in hopes Michael wouldn’t notice. "God damn," I thought to myself. “What I'd do with her if I had the chance…”
Michael growled from behind me. “Do you like what you see?”
“Oh, uh, apologies if I was staring,” I stammered, “but yes, you have an extremely beautiful wife. Hopefully one day I can be so fortunate.”
“She really is sexy,” Michael grumbled. “I just wish I could fulfill this one fantasy I have about her…”
“And what’s that?” I smiled, sipping from my glass.
“Well, I’ve always had a sleepy fetish,” he replied.
“Sleepy fetish?” I asked curiously. “What do you mean?”
“Basically, I’ve always wanted to knock her out and play with her limp body.”
“Knock her out? You mean by drugging her drink or something?”
“Correct,” he replied without moving a muscle.
“And then what?”
“Flop her around like a rag doll. Do as I please. And then when she starts waking up, knock her out again.”
At this point, I was extremely interested. “So what, you’d give her another drugged drink? What if she didn’t take it?”
“I’d use chloroform,” he said stoically.
"You have…chloroform?" I asked, trying to hide my excitement.
“I purchased some in England during my last business trip.”
“Michael, you seem like a straight-shooter. Can I be honest with you?”
“Of course,” he said, without blinking.
"Up until now I thought I was alone, but I have the same exact fetish. And I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, but do you mind if I propose something?"
“I’m listening…” he smiled calmly.
“Well, I already told you I work in Pharmaceuticals. What I didn't tell you is that I represent the largest sleep aid company in the country, and they’ve recently been experimenting with something new that’s extremely potent,” I explained, removing a vile from my inside jacket pocket. “I know this might sound crazy, but how would you feel if we slipped a couple drops into Jenny's wine and headed back to your place for a nightcap?”
Michael grinned while shifting his posture. “I feel like that sounds absolutely incredible.”
“Are you sure? I don’t want to cross any boundaries…”
Michael casually leaned forward and whispered into my ear. “Part of my fantasy is watching another man knock her out…”
He needn’t say another word. I discreetly unscrewed the vile, filled the eyedropper with liquid, and dripped six drops of the solution into Jenny’s wine. The recommended dose was three.
To be continued...
Full Story available here: https://www.amazon.com/Sleepy-Soles-Vol-...350&sr=8-6