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Hypnovember Day 12: Drug/Chemical

Sam took a long look at his mirror. His green hair was in decent shape, along with his fur. He wanted to look nice, so he grabbed his black shirt and gray trousers and added a bit of flavor to that with his white suspenders and tie before putting on his black fedora hat. He loved the way he looked.

He was never the nervous type, but this was different, as this was the first time that he was trying something like this. He had never gone on a blind date before, nor did he think of doing it, but his friend from work, Archie, insisted enough to convince him. So there he was. In front of the mirror, adjusting his tie before meeting with this person he has never met before.

With this whole idea coming from Archie, he also set the date up for the two. They were going to meet up in this one smoke bar in downtown. Sam wasn’t willing at first, but upon Archie’s never ending insisting, he agreed to go just to shut him up. With one last sigh in front of the mirror, Sam grabbed his coat and got out of the house.

While he’s at the parking lot, he considered just leaving and making up a lie to tell Archie about why he couldn’t go, yet he found himself getting out of the car and walking towards the bar anyway. “It is just a date, nothing more. I’m just going to have some good time and then move on with my night, that’s all,” he thought to himself and stepped inside.

His lungs were being assaulted by the sudden smoke that surrounded Sam. He didn’t even know it was a cigar bar. Even though unhappy about the situation, he tried to ignore it and walked towards the reception desk.

“Hello, I should have a reservation for Archie, I think?” Sam asked hesitantly, following the instructions his friend gave him yesterday on the phone.

“Oh yes, Welcome Mister. Mister Archie mentioned that he was reserving the lounge for, I quote, ‘A handsome monkey named Sam,’ so you must be him! Let me show you your table. The young vulpine woman on the desk said in a cheerful tone.

Being a bit taken aback by the recognition, Sam followed the fox without a word. They walked to the elevator and went up to the highest floor called “the chamber,” which Sam immediately realized where the name came from when the glass doors of the elevator opened up and with yet another rush of smoke rushed on his face. At this point, having given up on an experience with healthy lungs, Sam just shrugged it off and kept following the Fox.

Despite Archie ensuring that Sam’s date would be covering all of the expenses for that night, Sam got a little bit nervous after seeing how fancy this place had gotten compared to the ground floor. They were surrounded by a glass dome ceiling, and there were only a couple of tables, with each table to their own secluded area. The only thing that they had in common was the ground and the ceiling they shared.

Sam got sat down to his table with possibly the best view in the room. The city was glimmering beneath him like some sort of light show, and while his attention was on the incredible view, his attention got redirected to the sound of someone clearing their throat. Sam turned and looked at the Naga who stood by the entrance to their cabin, standing way taller than the 5’ tall Sam, with a probably 6’2 height. “You must be Sam,” He spoke with a deep yet hissy tone.

“I- umm, yeah. I’m Sam.” Sam responded, quickly recovering from his stuttering.

With a gentle saw, Naga took his place on the chair, directing his gaze to the monkey with whom he went on a blind date. “Hope you didn’t mind my choice of place.” He said with a kind, joking manner.

“O-oh no, not a big issue.” Sam chuckled and added, “I’m just not a smoker, so it’s a bit- How can I say… Unfamiliar.” Sam responded

“Oh, I’m sure that won’t be a big problem then. I’m sure we can familiarize during our date.” Naga continued the conversation with a smile, soft yet with a small sinister curve at the end of his lips. “I’m Horus.” Naga extended his hands to shake Sam’s.

“Nice to meet you, Horus. A beautiful name.” Sam chucked and shook Naga’s hand, thinking it’s a fitting name considering how beautiful his eyes are.

Horus pulled out his cigar and took a big hit, which later exhaled all of the smoke to his date’s face, causing the handsome monkey to cough. Sam was about to complain about his behavior; he wasn’t bothered by the fact that his date loved smoking enough to be a deal breaker, but he didn’t have to keep blowing the smoke to his face. He opened his mouth to tell him to stop doing it, but when he did, he couldn’t help inhaling some of the smoke. Hints of lavender with some light yet distinct scent of spices wafted on his nose and reached his lungs. “Maybe it’s not too bad,” his thought immediately shifted, and he forgot what he was even about to say.

The date went on for a bit, starting with two talking about their common friend Archie and how he insisted that both of them go to this blind date, which, now that they got to know each other a bit more, they wouldn’t have wished otherwise. Then they talked about their interests and what they would like to do in their free time to get away from their jobs and daily life’s stress. This caused Sam to get confused when Horus said he loved his job a lot. To Sam, the fact that someone might genuinely enjoy their job was near impossible, which raised the question of what Naga’s job could be.

Horus, even though unwilling, for the sake of the date’s overall positive vibe, explained that he owns the place. When he did, Sam immediately made the connection of how his date could have been paying for all this; he wouldn’t! He never had to since he owned the place. That would make sense.

As the night went on, the couple enjoyed their conversations a lot and moved on to the main dish. Sam put out his smoke on the ashtray, not even realizing that he had even lit one. How couldn’t anyone hate the feel of smoke? It was too good not to do it. His own inhales mixed with Horus’ targeted puffs made the time go faster.

After spending hours, Sam said he should go since it’s getting late, which caused Horus to insist otherwise. At this point, there wasn’t anyone left in the glass dome, and they were alone with their special server. Horus offered that they could enjoy their night in the dome, above the bustling city’s view.

Sam found himself agreeing with the naga even though he wasn’t really listening to the suggestion Horus was giving Sam. His eyes were fixated on Horus’s; those beautiful eyes were keeping his attention captive. A normal person could have gotten worried by the situation, but not Sam, not while the smoke cloud was already messing up his thinking process and quite literally clouding his mind. That’s why he also agreed when Horus offered to give the same massage simply because “he looked too tense”.

Sam was enjoying the wrong grip of Horus’ hands when the sharp pain shook his whole body like a thousand volts rushing through. Just when he was about to react, he felt yet another pulsating originating from the same spot that was his neck. He wanted to shook of whatever was causing it in a shock, but he found himself unable to move. He tried and tried again, but his body remained unresponsive.

While Sam was wasting both his physical and mental strength, a chuckle rose behind his ears, and Horus spoke, no longer trying to hide that sinister-sounding hissing tone. “Now now, no reason to try to get away. Your fate is already sealed. Try focusing on good things.”

Sam’s blood froze as his date walked in front of him, slowly unbuttoning his own shirt. Sam started to hyperventilate from panic, which only helped him to inhale more and more of the smoke that was surrounding their table, slowly helping him calm down.

“That’s better, monkey. Now, I want you to meet someone.” His hands pointed at the entrance of their private lounge.

Sam looked at where Horus pointed and couldn’t believe the sight that was in front of him. Archie, on all fours, crawled towards the table, looking at the naga with pleading eyes. Which was soon after getting the response from the naga. “You can rise.” His tone was much more direct and dominant.

Archie got up, now standing on his feet only, and handed out a small plate to Horus, with a. Cigar on it. His body was only adorned with a letter harness, a chain necklace with a key on it, and a leaky cage on his cock. The smell of arousal hit Sam like never before, and the silent sound of buzzing managed to grab his attention to Archie’s ass that’s plugged with a vibrator, possibly working on the highest setting.

Sam wanted to talk; he wanted to scream and ask what was going on, but with just another puff of smoke, those thoughts faded away into nothingness once more. He had to spend more and more effort each time he tried to regain his consciousness, only to lose it again with another exhaled smoke. Each time he fell, the last thing that scratched his mind was the increasing volume of the chuckles of his date.

After spending roughly twenty or so minutes trying to get a grip, he got to a point where he was even trying to achieve, and with no thoughts signaling him to resist remaining in his mind, he simply stopped trying. His arms were swinging slightly on his sides, while his mouth was agape and drooling.

Horus got up from where he was sitting, and immediately after, Archie kneeled again in front of his master. He walked towards Sam and grabbed the rolled cigar that Archie brought on a platter. Without bringing it to his own mouth, Horus lit the cigar and swayed it in front of Sam’s nose.

Upon inhaling the intoxicating smell, Sam started to drool even more. His mouth involuntarily made an o shaped, desperately trying to reach out to the cigar he didn’t know he needed. The effects of Naga’s poison were already making their place inside the monkey’s body. Making him crave the smoke and seeding the ideas of submission inside the young man’s mind.

He looked at Horus with pleading, who was still teasing him with the same cigar, and managed to force out a whimpering “p-please”.

Which, in return, placed the lit cigar on Sam’s lips and watched the depraved monkey take a big hit that filled his lungs to the full. The expression of joy could have been read from his face, his eyes rolled back, his mouth open with just a small gap still holding the cigar, and a loud sigh escaping from it.

He was so lost in euphoria that he didn’t hear when Horus ordered Archie to take off Sam’s pants and suck his dick. He took another yet another hit. Which is also why he hasn’t noticed when he came inside his friend’s mouth for him to swallow. He didn’t mind when his whole body shook from the increased pleasure due to the poison and drug. How could he? How could he focus on anything other than the glowing eyes of his caretaker and the pleasure of smoke filling his lungs?

So he didn’t. As long as the smoke was filling his lungs, he was going to do whatever was necessary to get it. So he agreed to completely strip down and show off his ‘assets’, he agreed on locking up his dick, and he also agreed when his master turned him around and shoved his long, slithery tongue in his ass, preparing him for what was to come.

After Horus prepared Sam’s hole to be nice, slippery, and wet, he aligned his cock, now out of its slit, and pushed towards Sam’s tight hole, which didn’t show any sign of resistance at all. He either must be familiar with the experience, a born natural, or just that the drug was making wonders both on his mind and body. In the end, all remain irrelevant as Horus kept pleasuring himself with the use of his slaves.

They kept going at it until the smell of smoke and sex was inseparable from each other. Between his quick and sharply drawn breaths, Horus asked Sam. “Should we go on another date, my love?” Sam nodded hysterically and almost screamed a “YES!” While still servicing the naga.

“Maybe I should go on another blind date. I’m sure you can convince one of your friends to come here to meet with me, just like your friend Archie did. Isn’t that right, Archie?” Horus moved his gaze to his servant, who was still fucking Sam from behind at the same time while Sam was sucking Horus’s cock. Archie, lost in lust, could only make up sounds that could only resemble a “Yes, master.”

Horus pulled hungry-looking Archie from his cock and showed him a piece of paper with his name under it. “Sign your name under here, slave. So that you may give all your possessions to me and accept that you are my willing slave indefinitely.”

Horus was going to explain further, but his monologue got cut in half with another slurping sound caused by Sam’s lips on his dick. The cock hungry monkey had already signed off the paper with the given pencil and was doing what was important for him.

To them, the night was still young, and Sam still needed some etiquette training for his new life ahead of him. At least, his friend will be able to show him the ropes…