The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

A month went by quickly for Marcus, and he was excited to catch up with his two new friends. He walked towards their apartment door and heard sounds coming from inside. Marcus was curious as to what was going on, since he had called ahead to let Eric and Becky know he was coming over. He turned the door handle opening the door, as he had instructed them to leave it unlocked for him. Once he stepped inside, the noises got louder, and he headed towards the bedroom where they emanated from. When he opened the bedroom door, he was treated to quite the sight. Becky sat on the bed, legs spread, with her eyes closed and moaning loudly. As she rocked, her fat swayed on her body. Marcus was impressed that she had appeared to gain most of the weight needed to reach 200 pounds in a month. She was sweating profusely, red hair matted to her neck and shoulders, red nailed hands gripping the sheets. Her strapless red lycra dress was 2 sizes too small, the top squeezing her breasts together tightly, clearly showing her lack of bra. The bottom was hiked up, and Marcus cast his gaze between her legs, seeing what appeared to be a thin young woman between them eating Becky out. She had purple striped hair, with gold earrings dangling as moved her head around. Her back was exposed by the cut of her white mesh shirt, underneath which a black corset was clearly visible. Marcus kept looking lower and saw a tattoo on her back of the word ‘slut’ in fancy script letters, right above her exposed yellow thong. Her ass was barely covered in the dark blue shorts she wore, and at the end of her kneeling legs were a pair of 4 inch open toed heels, in bright yellow. Marcus mused that Becky couldn’t wait to get started when she had interrupted, “aaHHH! Oh fuck! You little slut! Oh fuck! AAAHHHHHHH!”

Becky screamed as she came, and Marcus watched the girl lick her furiously, catching any liquid she could. Marcus wondered where Eric went off to when Becky suddenly pushed the girl’s head away, “get the fuck off me now bitch.”

The girl fell backwards and stopped herself with her bangled arms, whining at Becky, “but I didn’t get off yet!”

Marcus’ eyes went wide for a moment as he recognized the voice. Becky responded, “fuck off Eric. You know I could care less you little faggot.” She then noticed Marcus in the doorway, “Oh my god Marcus! Nice to see you again!”

Marcus was impressed with how much Eric changed as he turned around, leaning back on his hands. Looking at his body, Marcus saw his thin arms and legs, and the work that the corset did pulling in his waist, and figured there was no way he was more than 120 pounds now. Eric’s penis was sticking out of his shorts, leaking slightly with precum. His nipples peeked above his corset, piercings clearly visible through the mesh of his shirt. He looked up at Marcus and despite his ruined makeup, with his purple eyeliner smuged and Becky’s juices all over his face, managed to give a weak smile, “hiiiii Marcus.”

Becky looked at him angrily, “shut up little bitch. We’re already dressed up and you went and messed up your makeup. Why don’t you go get cleaned up so we can go get us some black dick already? We’re keeping Marcus waiting here.”

“Oh no, don’t mind me. There’s no hurry,” Marcus offered, letting them get cleaned up.

They arrived at a club, one of the more raunchier in town. Becky was getting horny again as she licked her red lips, thick thighs rubbing together as she walked. Eric followed behind her, now cleaned up with his lips coated in purple lipgloss. He walked like a parody of a gay man in his 4-inch heels, and Marcus smiled as Eric flirted with the bouncer at the door, the bouncer letting him in quickly as he wanted no part of it.

Inside, Marcus and his new friends were at the bar, and Marcus sipped on his drink. Becky was already impatient as she yelled over the music at Marcus, “I wanna find me some guys already!”

“Go ahead, I’ll hang out here!”

“Are you sure? I thought we’re here to see each other!”

“We’ll have plenty of time tonight! Why don’t you take Eric and find some nice guys to play with!”

“Ok babe, I’ll tell you how it goes!”

“I’d like to hear all about it!” Becky gripped Eric’s hand and pulled him along with her as they weaved through the crowd, Becky looking around for any guys who might be interested. Marcus settled in his chair, and wondered how long he should wait before checking up on them. He glanced around the crowd, and saw a couple of surprising faces. He stood up and set down his drink, placing a ten on the bar. Recognizing the two from his brief viewing of them a month ago, Marcus made a beeline for Dustin and Daisy.

It had taken a surprisingly long time, but Becky had finally found an interested man. Actually two of them. The two large black men were friends, and they couldn’t believe their ears when Becky made them an offer. Their built 6 foot frames towered over Becky and Eric as they stood in a dark alley outside the club.

“Hey you’re for real right? We get to fuck you and that’s it? No playin’ right?” The larger of the two men asked, still in disbelief of the situation.

Becky pulled up the hem of her dress, revealing her lack of panties. She dipped a finger between her folds, pulling it up to her mouth and licked it slowly, “that’s right. We’re just so horny and want to fuck.”

The larger man’s friend spoke, “damn man, that’s some porno shit right there. Why don’t go back to y’alls place so we can be more comfortable?”

“We can do that afterwards. But right now I just soooo need you in me. Can we do that?”

“Hell yeah we can do that then. Come over here baby.”

Becky walked over and spoke to the larger man, “let my friend warm you up while I take care of yours. Don’t worry, he’s very good.”

“It ain’t gay if he looks like a chick!”

The man prepared himself as he opened his fly and tugged down his boxers, revealing his penis. It was already semi-erect and over seven inches. Eric drooled a little and caught himself, licking his lips. His tongue ring glistened as he stared with half-lidded eyes at the man, and spoke breathily “ooh you’re so biiig! I can’t wait to take you all inside me...” His heels echoed through the alley as he walked slowly towards the man, one foot in front of the other. He smiled as he pressed up against the larger man, his now-hard penis pushing against his stomach. “Don’t cum too quick honey, I like to savor it,” Eric said, as he slowly moved downward.

“So you two know Eric and Becky?” Marcus had introduced himself to Dustin and Daisy and was currently chatting it up with them in a quiet area of the club.

Dustin responded, “yes, we’re friends with them, how do you know them?”

“Oh I get around a bit. They’re pretty fun people.”

“Really? We never get them to go anywhere with us! What’s your secret,” Daisy asked.

“Oh we’re just really good friends. Just like the two of you are.”

“Hey man we’re going out. She’s my girlfriend,” Dustin said, strongly.

Marcus took a look at the man and liked what he saw. He was a bit shorter than himself and in good athletic shape. His short black hair was fixed messily with a bit of gel and he stood with confidence. Marcus liked the more manlier, outgoing type. They looked so much sexier in heels. “Oh right, I forget that’s what you call her. That’s what I meant, friends. It’s nice how well you two get along even though you just met.”

“I know right,” Daisy giggled.

“I guess you both knew Eric and Rebecca and just connected huh? Though I guess it helps that Eric is gay, it really makes you comfortable that he’s not hitting on you, or any girl for that matter,” Marcus laughed.

Marcus saw Dustin and Daisy look uncomfortable as they absorbed the new information, “you guys hit it off well though, trading style and dating tips. You two are really sweet.”

“Aw thanks. We are special besties though, and that’s what they do right?” Dustin looked over to Daisy.

“I knoowww! You’re so awesome to hang out with, I’m glad we ran into each other here.”

The two hugged each other, and Marcus saw enough, “alright you two I know, I know. Dustin can you grab a couple of drinks for me and Daisy here, thanks?”

“Alright bro, no problem.” Marcus laughed at Dustin as he left, amused at how he was still a ‘bro’. He’d take care of that later. Now he was left with Daisy. She was more interesting than Rebecca was to him, but not by much. She had blone hair to her shoulders, which waved inwards at the bottom. She was taller than Rebecca, but even thinner than she previously was, at around 115 pounds. She wore a shiny blue spaghetti strap top and black skirt which went to about half way down her thighs, and ended in a pair of 2 inch black strapped heels. Marcus looked at her blue eyes and had an idea.

“So, Daisy’s your American name, but I think I like your Chinese name better,” Marcus said suddenly to Daisy.

“Excuse me? I don’t have a Chinese name,” Daisy said, frowning.

“Oh come on, everyone knows you like to call yourself ‘Xui Li’. You’re so obsessed with China that you’ve always tried to make yourself seem more Chinese.”

“I do?” Daisy said, becoming confused.

“That’s right Xui Li. See? Doesn’t that sound more normal?”

“You’re right, I don’t know what came over me.”

“You couldn’t learn Chinese, but that didn’t stop you. You even speak with a fake Chinese accent all the time to make yourself feel more authentic,” Marcus smiled to himself, “you do it all the time, don’t you?”

“Oh yeah, I do it arr time. It feel so good to be par of Chinese curture, I feer so comprete,” Daisy smiled warmly.

Marcus was grinning at her fairly racist rendition of a Chinese accent, “I guess it works for those webcam shows you’ve been wanting to do.”

“I no have webcam show,” Daisy looked confused.

“What are you talking about Xue Li? Of course you don’t have one yet. You’ve been planning to sign up for a bunch of live sex cams and do it on camera. I bet you’re getting hot thinking about it. Showing yourself off like that, you get off on the attention don’t you? You were always just a little exhibitionist slut.”

Daisy was getting flushed as thoughts about showing herself off got her warm down below. “Oh yeah, I rove showing body. It so nice. Make me feer so horny.”

“That it does. Hey y’know, I don’t mean to insult you, but you’re looking a little American there.”

“Oh no! Reary??” Daisy panicked as she looked down at herself.

“Don’t worry. We’re having a meetup later at Eric’s place, so why don’t you get yourself fixed up just the way you like it and meet us there? I know you’re dying to get your slutty Chinese self looking normal again don’t you?”

Daisy looked concerned, “what about Dustin? Arso I no have ride.”

Marcus figured Dustin was her ride but didn’t care. “Don’t worry about him, I’ll take care of it. You just get going ok? Take the bus over and I’ll see you later alright? Enjoy yourself while your out there! Don’t forget to pick up all the sexy things you need for your show later ok?”

“That right! I have to buy many sex thing! I go now, bye!”

Daisy bowed and minced off. Marcus was having fun imagining the looks she was going to get from shopkeepers while buying her various things when Dustin returned.

“Where did Daisy go?”

“She had to buy some things so she left. Don’t worry, you’ll see her later. I’m sure you don’t mind right now anyway, as I’m sure you just wanted some alone time with me.”

Dustin’s eyes turned into those of someone with a crush as Marcus led him, “let’s have a seat over here.”

Marcus sat down, and before Dustin sat, he motioned to him to sit on his lap. Dustin obliged. Marcus was hard and spoke into Dustin’s ear, “it feels good to rub your ass on my crotch doesn’t it. You’re getting hot thinking about my dick inside you.”

Dustin squirmed in his seat, making him even more hot as he felt Marcus’ hard cock on his ass. “You’ll do anything for money after all wouldn’t you?”

“What are you talking about?”

“I mean, sure the thought of sex is great, but I know you really are doing this for the money. You’re just a slutty little gay gold-digger after all aren’t you? Looking for sugar daddies who are willing to spend cash on you. I know your type, you didn’t fool me.”

“Aw, dang bro, you caught me. Does that mean I can’t sit on your lap?”

Marcus had forgotten about his ‘bro-ness’. “Of course you can. I still don’t mind, but only if you drop the false ‘bro’ thing. Guys don’t like that. You should stick with that valley girl style of speaking you have instead. You remember how that sounds right? You should, it’s the way you really speak. That’s what really gets the guys going.”

Dustin came back quick, his rough voice now speaking like a stereotypical valley girl, “omigawd, like, I didn’t mean to turn you off! Is this better? I’m like, so sorry about that. I thought it would totally make guys hot if I was a bro but this is so much better!”

“It’s working for me baby. Now you’re going to work something else for me.” Marcus shifted Dustin slightly over, and zipped open his fly.

“Right here?”

“There’s a $50 in it for you,” Marcus tempted. Dustin just smiled and slid down the back of his pants, covering his bare ass with his shirt as best as he could. Marcus slipped his cock in the opened space between Dustin’s asscheecks and started sliding it back and forth. Dustin moaned as Marcus slipped another hand under his shirt and around to the front of his pants, and began massaging Dustins cock.

Dustin moaned louder as Marcus spoke to him, “you should try and keep it down. I know you get into high pitched squeals when you get horny, but you don’t want to get caught here do you?”

Dustin muffled moans as he leaned back into Marcus more, his legs beginning to rise up. Marcus worked him faster and Dustin let out small squeaks, making Marcus harder. Marcus reached over and sucked on Dustin’s neck hard squeezing his cock and making Dustin cum in his pants.

“AAAAYYE!!!” Marcus came all over Dustin’s ass when Dustin clenched his asschecks around his cock, and the combined events made Dustin let out his squeal. Even over the sound of the club, a few people looked over at them from the sound of the scream, and Dustin quickly put his legs down and looked away. People lost interest, and Marcus rubbed the cum on his hand onto Dustin’s upper thighs and boxers and pulled it out.

“I’m going to get cleaned up,” Dustin said, pulling up his pants and standing up.

Marcus buttoned up his pants, “don’t bother, I know you like the feeling anyway. Besides, don’t you want some money from me? I bet you’re itching to get into some sexy clothes.”

“Aren’t my clothes sexy enough?”

“No, those were part of your old bro look, remember? You’ve gotta go back to classic you. In fact, when you get home, you’re going to throw out all your clothes, and only buy your favorite kind of clothes.”

“What kind of clothes are that?”

“You already know that you only buy clothes from fetish shops and women’s clothing stores! Come on, you can’t have forgotten already? Here,” Marcus handed her a few $1000 dollar bills he ‘talked someone out of’ from his wallet as Dustin’s eyes lit up. “Why don’t you take some of this money and get yourself a makeover so you can look hot like you want to. Get some of those high heeled thigh high boots you’ve always wanted. In fact, you can just make your whole look into that lovely sex fetish style you’ve been going for finally! How does that sound?”

“That sounds sooooo awesome,” Dustin threw his hands up, “you’re the best! I love you!” Dustin kissed Marcus square on the mouth.

“Why don’t you go head out now in fact? We’re meeting up at Eric’s place later, you can stop by there and show me what you bought, okay?”

“Yayyy! Byeeee! I’ll totally see you later then, and show you all my cute new things!”

Marcus now had even more to look forward to as he went to check on Eric and Becky.

It took him a few minutes, but Marcus finally found Becky and Eric in the alleyway. It looked like they had just finished up their business with the two men. Eric stood, putting his weight on one leg. He had visible stains on the front and back of his shorts from one of the men cumming in his backside and his own cum. His mesh shirt also had somewhat of a spiderweb effect from the streaks of cum linked across it. He was fixing his lip gloss while Becky stood, cum leaking down both her legs, yelling at him, “hurry up and fix your makeup you little bitch. You’re such a little slut.”

“You didn’t have to blow both of them. At least my legs aren’t leaking cum everywhere.”

“Fuck off,” Becky said, wiping off some of the semen on her legs and stuffing her hand in Eric’s mouth, “eat it, you little slut!”

“MMF!”

Marcus stepped in, “hey you two, come on, we have some guests meeting us at home in a little while. You two can fix yourselves up at home.”

Becky turned to Marcus, slipping her hand out of Eric’s mouth and wiping it on him, “hi Marcus, we were just having some fun. Who are we going to meet? Are they like the guys we just met?”

“Come on, I’ll explain it all on the way home. We have a bit of preparing to do.”

Eric and Becky sat on the couch, Eric with his legs crossed and Becky with legs wide. Eric now wore only his corset, but changed his shorts into a shiny gold number. Dustin was sitting close to him, rubbing Eric’s crotch softly. Dustin had arrived looking like a new man. He picked up a pair of his now favorite white thigh-high boots, with a 5-inch platform heel. It matched his white leather fetish gear, the whole of which was offset by his blue manicure, wild blue hair, and bold blue lipstick. His car was full of similar clothing, and he planned to throw out all his old clothes when he got home. It was fine with him since he needed more room for his sexy prostitute outfits. Daisy, now known as Xui Li, stood around impatiently, staring at Marcus. Marcus stared back, amazed at the look she managed to produce to appear sufficiently Chinese to herself. Xui Li wore a red chingon dress, with a slit all the way up her hip. She stood on red spiked heels, and now sported 2-inch ‘dragon lady’ style red nails. Her blonde hair was now dyed black, but it had been too short for her to put in a bun, so instead she chose to have it in a blunt ‘bob’—style haircut. She made her eyes appear more asian with eyeliner in a wingtip style, and wore blood red lipstick in a manner making her mouth appear smaller. She spoke to Marcus, “Xue Li do enough wait. We do webcam now?”

Marcus had set up the living room similar to a set. Lamps were moved to give better lighting, and the table was moved out of the way. A camera was pointed to frame the open space created. “Yes, Xue Li. We’re just about ready. I know you guys are grateful for this opportunity I’m giving you, and I wanted to thank you all for the profit sharing, even though I’m not participating.”

Becky felt honored, “of course we’d share with you. I’d give you all my profits if I could Marcus, but 70% will have to do. After all, without you we wouldn’t be able to do this!”

“Well, that is true,” Marcus agreed.

“Like, do I really only get to fuck Xui Li and Becky? I think a scene with Eric would be totally hot,” Dustin offered.

Marcus had instructed them to only film sex with their least desireable partners. They would not enjoy it, but do it anyway. Marcus’ penis hardened at the thought of them having to fake enjoying sex on camera just because they thought they had to, “you know how it works. This is what will get us the most money.”

“Oh right, I think I’ll deal with it then,” Dustin said, his gold-digging ways outweighing his total hate of straight sex.

“Okay, is everyone ready? We have at least 10 sites to get these videos on, so we have to get cracking. Or fucking I guess,” Marcus smiled at his joke.

Everyone took their places on the floor, looking uncomfortable but still trying to be sexy. Marcus stood near the camera. He was pleased with this setup. It had never occurred to him to generate regular revenue with his ability, but now he just might have to try it again. He was enamored by the rush of possibilities, and was in a great mood as he gave his command to the group, “here we go. Action!”