The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Jake held his breath, he felt his heart quicken beneath his chest. He paused in the doorway and watched with secret longing. His best mate Finn lay sleeping soundly in his sleeping bag on the floor. Jake had just returned from his morning run and the sight of his friend dead to the world, looking so adorable and innocent with his mouth half open, created in him a jolt of undeniable lust. Jake usually had a lie in on Sunday morning but he found the longer he lay in bed, hard under the sheets, the more difficult it was to resist making a move on Finn. Maybe some exercise would exorcise these strange sexual impulses… But no it hadn’t worked, if anything his mind felt more inflamed with animalistic yearning. Unable to resist, he jammed his hand down his shorts and worked his stiff erection, his eyes sliding shut. Jake had a crush on his best friend. He didn’t remember when it started or why, it was so sudden. It was like a dam had burst inside him releasing wave upon wave of unexpected exhilaration and lust , all centred on Finn, the boy he‘d known forever. Jake had never had a consciously queer thought in his life! Jake tried to brush these feeling aside but even when he was alone he could think of nothing else. The last few weeks, he had found himself logging onto Facebook and masturbating furiously to Finn’s holiday photos. After he came quickly and feebly in his hands, he would bitterly imagine actually being with Finn… Jake would have done anything to have his best friend’s muscled arms wrapped around him, those light blue eyes staring to his as they lean in… Jake’s fantasies were interrupted by the loud crack of a car backfiring outside and Finn awoke with a start, his eyes opening blearily.

“What was that?” he muttered turning over and rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

In a panic, Jake had yanked his hand from inside his shorts. A crimson blush spread across his face.

Finn stared at his friend with a puzzled expression. Why did he look so guilty? His gaze dropped down to Jake’s shorts.

“What the fuck man? That’s some morning wood!”

The outline of Jake’s stiffened cock was clearly visible as it bulged from beneath his shorts. He quickly positioned his hand over his crotch, futilely trying to hide it.

“Sorry…stuttered Jake. I guess it’s been a while, since I…you know…”

“Fucked?” said Finn. His eyes still pointed at Jake’s crotch

“Yeah…”

There was a bristling silence as both the boys stared at each from across the room. Finn couldn’t stop looked at Jake’s bulge, his face slackened and he had the sudden urge to lick his lips.

It was a stalemate; both boys were paralysed with fright. They were ashamed and distrustful of these alluring foreign urges that whispered such sweet lies to their libidos. Their minds were in the vice like grip of something or someone much greater and more powerful than themselves. Jake knew it was up to him to make the first move and a small part of him mourned a friendship that would never be the same again.

“I’m hot” he said muttered breathlessly.

Jake gripped his shorts and pulled them slowly down over his thighs, down over his erection and tightened balls and then let go as they fell to the floor over his trainers. Finn’s eyes almost bulged out of his head as his gaze followed the tip of the cock as it twitched and trembled in excitement. The front of the sleeping bag tented accordingly as he also slipped out of his constraining underwear. And so they continued, each boy would take a piece of clothing off in turn and a new body part was revealed to the other. Finn was now naked in his sleeping bag, his cock dribbling profusely, he had run out of garments but Jake still had socks on…

“Come on then, whispered Finn visibly trembling, get on with it”

Neither boy had experienced a sexual encounter like this one, the passion and desire was almost overpowering yet they both couldn’t help but stretch it out like an elaborate ritual. Usually both lads were selfish lovers and sex was usually a quick grope with the respective girl and then straight to penetration. Neither of these boys had experienced foreplay like this before! Jake not for the first time, felt the distinct feeling of being an actor following a script. At the back of his mind, he could distantly sense a very definite timetable on how their first fuck was meant to go. However neither boy had the strength or will to question or deviate from the plan. Finn really wanted to touch himself but he knew that it wasn’t time for that yet. He had to watch his friend. Jake was naked except his socks, his well proportioned muscular body glistened with a faint sheen of sweat. His only body hair, a collection of dark pubes trailing up towards his belly button. He turned round and gracefully bent over to take off his socks, he flaunted his tanned fleshy ass proudly. After finishing with his socks, the teenager fell to the floor on all fours like a dog. Finn somehow knew this was his cue and he crawled out of his sleeping bag towards him, his erection trailing pre cum along the carpet. When he reached Jake, he grabbed his ass cheeks and buried his face into the crack, inhaling heavily. The sweaty sour smell of his lover’s ass turned him on more that he could have ever thought possible. He lapped Jake’s hole with his tongue, enjoying the powerful vibrations it created in his boy. Jake arched his back and uttered coarse groans that made the hair on Finn’s arms stand on end. Jake couldn’t help himself whimpering

“Deeper…deeper”

He dropped his elbows to the floor and backing further onto Finn. Finn was completely carried away with his assignment, he never even considered licking a guy’s handsome ass, what had he been missing. This was fucking awesome, he thought. And after ten minutes like clockwork they stopped. Finn removed his clammy face from between Jake’s cheeks and turned round; adopting the position Jake had been in. Jake took Finns previous position and they started again. He started by running a stiff finger down the crack, making Finn’s ass quiver like jelly. Then he got to work, eating out Finn, making him moan and beg like a bitch. Jake couldn’t get enough of the light blonde hairs on Finn’s ass cheeks and rubbed his hands against them as he slobbered and slavered in his hole.

They were busy for the rest of the morning as they methodically worked their way through every gay sex act they could think of in order to cum. It didn’t occur to either boy, that their was anything strange or sinister in their inability to cum. It just meant they would have to work extra hard. First they took it in turns to finger each other, they both gasped as they tried to insert as many digits as possible into each others well lubed holes. They each had a go sitting on the easy chair, and blew each other in turns. Jake was so proficient at deep throating, Finn’s ass almost levitated off the seat. Throughout their love making, their cocks remained hard as plastic and their erections never for a second wilted. The world had shrunk to one objective and that was to make their lover come, they would try anything to achieve that essential goal. Jake lay down on his ripped stomach and spread out his legs. Using his arm Finn propped himself up on the ground and lying between Jake’s legs inserted his cock into his hole. They rutted and sniffed each others necks while squeezing their buttocks in turn. They straddled each others torsos and sat on each others erection, saving the wonderful sensation as their lover’s tool rubbed against their insides. Someone knocked on the door, asking Jake what the hell he was doing in there and could he please keep it down but they ignored the ill-mannered guy. They were making love, nothing else mattered. Finn had a unexplored foot fetish, he had never had the courage to try with his girlfriends but he and Jake had no secrets. He sucked Jake’s toes while he touched himself, paying particular attention to the sexy big toe. Jake sat masturbating on the bed with his feet on the floor, while the other boy picking up his foot and rubbed his sticky erection against the sole.

It was four hours since they had began their marathon shag and both teenagers were exhausted. They cuddled on top of the covers on Jake’s bed, hot and tired, weakly giving each other a half-hearted hand job. What were they doing wrong, neither of them knew.

“You were amazing Finn, said Jake kissing his lover on the lips.

“Not good enough, I’ve never felt like this before. I thought we would be able to…”

“Don’t worry, that’s not the most important thing…I love you man”

“I love you too”

It was the last piece of the puzzle that Dylan had set for his two horny slaves.

“As they both admitted their love for each other and fulfilled Dylan’s spell, First Jake then Finn’s eyes grew unfocused, their breathing sped up, and both bodies stiffened. Jake began to shake. His eyes rolled up in his head, and then he began to cum violently. A few second later, Finn did too. Their bodies spasmed with pleasure and they both spurted semen everywhere. The cum overflowed into each others loose grips and shot up their chest, Finn even managed to get Jake’s panting face, a squirt of cum hit his forehead and dribbled down his cheek. He didn’t even notice. The climax was the most intense either had ever had and they continued to shudder for fifteen minutes afterwards until the climax had dwindled away… They turned to look at each other, Finn gently licking the cum of Jake’s face. Both of them had a glazed, satisfied smile on his lips. Jake pulled up the duvet discarded on the floor and wrapped himself around his cum coated man. They were lovers now and they would be together forever.

They awoke the next morning spooning in each others arms. Jake tenderly stroked Finn’s bare arms and traced the length of them from wrist to shoulder.

“Good morning, grinned Jake.

“Good morning to you, yawned Finn

The cum had dried on their bodies but Jake sniffed his armpit. He smelled terrible!

“I’d better go shower, he said kissing his boyfriend.

“Right now? Said Finn caressing Jake’s exposed pecs. “Can’t we play first?”

“Later, he laughed cheerfully at Finn’s playfulness.

Jake leapt out of bed and pulled on his dressing gown. He picked up his wash bag from his desk and took a last thankful look back at Finn. He was such a lucky bastard to find his special person. Finn had pushed off the duvet and already his penis swelled with morning wood as he stretched.

“Oh God, thought Jake with a sigh, he dropped his wash bag. I need to touch it. He moved dreamily over his own dick already hard. Finn stood up and had slipped his hands underneath Jake’s dressing gown to fondle and squeeze Jake ass….

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Both boys abruptly stopped their lovemaking and looked anxiously at the door. Jake with regret managed to extradite himself from Finns embrace.

“Awww man, come on, who is it?” Said Finn, disappointment evident in his beautiful face.

“How should I know…I’ll get rid of them?”

He tightened his dressing gown cord and hid his cock from view. The last thing he wanted was for the whole building to think he was a faggot. He opened the door. A slender guy with black hair and stubble stood in front of him

“Hi Jake right? Can I speak to you for a moment?”

Jake vaguely recognised the guy, he had seen him at various social events but they’d never actually spoken. What the hell did he want?

“Excuse me, who are you?” said Jake rudely, his frame blocking the doorway

“Rob Calvert, I work for the university newspaper. Can I come in?”

“No”

“It will only take a moment”

Rob looked levelly at Jake. Jake realised this guy wasn’t going to go away with a simple get lost…

“Oh alright, we can talk into the kitchen. Should be empty its still early”

He motioned to Rob to follow him down the hall. In the kitchen they both took a seat at the big table

“So what’s this about” said Jake his arms crossed definitely. There was something he didn’t like about this guy

“The thing is Jake; I have an expose sitting on my computer that could threaten the reputation of this entire university. What’s more I have proof. Do you know what im talking about?

Jake looked puzzled and shook his head.

“You’re a member of the university rugby team, aren’t you?

“Yes, so…”

“I know Jake; I know what happens during your “meetings”

“Nothing happens; we get shitfaced and lose all the time. Its no big secret”

“I have evidence Jake. There no point lying. I know what you and your team mates as well as certain lecturers and who know who else, have been doing”

Jake continued to look nonplussed. Rob took a deep breath and took several black and white pictures out of his bag.

“You’ve been photographed having orgies with the rest of your team plus a lecturer. I have these photos to prove it,”

“Fuck off, exclaimed Jake furiously. What you trying to say? These have to have been photoshopped. I’ve never had an orgy in my life and especially not with a bunch of dudes”

“So you’re saying that isn’t you?” said Rob pointing at a guy who looked a lot like Jake. The boy was being fucked up the ass whilst he sucked on another guy’s dick…

“Right fuck off. I don’t know what your game is…. “

Jake stood up threateningly; the well built rugby player dwarfed the journalism student.

“Okay Jake, if that’s how you want it, I’m talking to you because you are the team’s newest member and I thought you’d want a chance to get out now before I expose this scandal. Keep the photos, I have hundreds more”

“Get out”

“I’m going, I’m going. Just remember, I gave you the chance”

With his final warning Rob scurried away. Jake looked down at the photos in his hand again. It DID look like him but that was impossible. He would never do something like that…As the front door slammed shut and Jake was left alone, a change came over the young man. Dylan’s patented amnesia suggestion (safeguard against any slave realising the truth) came into effect and Jake’s memory with all those troubling suspicions and worries was wiped clean and a broad clueless grin lit up his handsome face. He was in love and his lover was waiting for him. He absentmindly tore up the photo into unidentifiable bits and threw them in the bin. With a hard cock already peaking out from beneath his dressing gown at the thought of more dirty sex with Finn, he almost skipped out the room.

Rob was confused. It was an odd and almost entirely unfamiliar emotion for him. Rob Calvert was always sure, doubts were dangerous, and doubts weren’t productive. He would never become the editor of a major national newspaper without persistent dogged determination. During his exchange with Jake, he had been watching the boy for the reliable telltale signs of panic and fear. He had seen none; the guy looked genuinely confused and insulted. So either Jake was the best damn actor he had ever seen or this wasn’t him. Either way Rob needed to know and that might mean he would have to do something just a little bit illegal. As he descended the stairs of the flat, he had an idea. He waited outside the building, just out of sight of the main door. But with a good view of the entrance. Sure enough half an hour later, Jake and a blonde haired guy left the building. Not gay my ass thought Rob, as he watched the couple’s body language. They were acting far too touchy feely for straight guys. He waited until Jake and his friend had gone and re-entered the building. Rob had the keys for most of the halls of residence, he had a contact at the admin office, and it came in handy occasionally. He hurried up the stairs and down the corridor to Jake’s room. He sneakily let himself in and looked around. He had three bugs left from the set his Dad gave him two years ago. His Dad was a private detective. He used bugging devices all the time to expose cheating husbands and dishonest wives. Rob thought carefully where to place the bugs; he needed to find out what happens at those Rugby meetings. It was too close last time; he was almost discovered by a security guard at the mansion. Rob eventually decided to put a bug in Jake’s coat, his wallet and the telephone. The bugs themselves were small and very discreet. He hid the devices in the lining or handset of all three items, they had an incredible range, he should be able to record everything and bring down this gay cult.

A week later…

Rob had just returned from the newspaper, the editor was going frantic! Rob had been talking for weeks about a big expose and had yet to deliver. He was frustrated, he still didn’t have any more solid evidence, just some photos, that yeah what the hell could easily have been photoshopped by some unscrupulous hack or bored student. He needed more, he had thought about tailing members of the Rugby team but it really wasn’t feasible. He had classes too, after all the student newspaper wasn’t meant to be his whole life, just a place to hone some writing skills and look classy as a extracurricular on his university transcript.

“Busy day?” said his flatmate Johnny from the sofa. He was watching one of those mind numbing awful American sitcoms. He couldn’t understand why people would subject themselves to such garbage.

“Yeah, said Rob with a sigh. He picked up his laptop and sat down at the desk opposite. He put in his headphones and started making his way through his intelligence. It was a pain in the ass but he was determined to find some incriminating evidence from his bugs. He searched through the recording for today, staying alert for any suspicious phrases. He had come to the conclusion days before that Jake was an idiot and definitely completely entirely gay. He and his boyfriend Finn were at it like rabbits (Rob despaired at the depths he was prepared to sink to get a story. Listening to two guys fucking wasn’t his idea of a fun night in). Oh well it wasn’t illegal to be a hypocrite that pretends to be straight and neither guy had mentioned anything iffy about the Rugby Team yet. Rob was fast forwarding through a long telephone call Jake had got from his mother, when he suddenly reached another call that sounded deeply weird.

“Jake, you and Finlay will come to my mansion immediately.”

“Yes Master Dylan”, said Jake tonelessly

What the fuck! Rob repeated back the recording. Master? Maybe there was more going on here than he thought? The other man voice was strange; it was like no other voice Rob had heard. He quickly accessed the bug recording from the shoes and fast forwarded to the time period after Jake had received the phone call. He could hear them walking across what sounded like grass, neither of the guys talked. Then suddenly a doorbell rang. Come in said a youngish voice, it wasn’t the same voice as on the telephone. If anything it had the same blank intonations that Jake’s had when he answered. It sounded like someone unenthusiastically reading out loud.

“Welcome my boys, tell me what have you both been doing, apart from each other?”

Again that voice, it was unnerving, it was so rich and almost intoxicating. Jake started to unabashedly list everything he and Finn had done sexually. It was pretty disgusting but a sentence at the end made his blood run cold.

“…a student visited me. He has pictures; he says he will expose the Rugby Team”

“WHAT roared the voice. Idiot why did you not tell me immediately? Rob jumped at the sudden ferocity of the man.

“I forgot master; I am programmed to forget when I am in slave mode”

“Of course, growled the man. Tell me who this boy is?”

Rob listened with mounting horror as Jake supplied the details of Rob’s life.

“Hmmm, shouldn’t be a problem. I think I will have to go and find this Robert Calvert…”

Rob gulped nervously and glanced at the door, this recording was taken 3 hours ago, was this freaky guy on his way?

“Enough of that, said the man softening his tone. I want to be entertained. Freeze.

Rob stopped. His entire body froze hunched over the laptop, he tried to move but he found he couldn’t. His body was helplessly petrified in place like a statue. Unmoving and solid. He tried to turn his head towards Johnny but he could not! He tried vainly to speak but he had become entirely inanimate, he might as well have been a table. He couldn’t even twitch a finger; he was stone. What had the man done? How was this possible?

“Boys you are frozen stiff and without sensation. Except in one region, you are getting the hardest erection you’ve ever had”

It was worse than Rob could ever had thought, he had thought these guys had been willing perverts but he was beginning to comprehend the range and potency of Dylan’s powers.

That last command had awoken his stirring crotch and despite not feeling at all turned on, he felt a agonising feeling of warmth radiated outwards. Without any help from his own hand, he felt his penis twitch and then lengthen as it filled out his boxer shorts and tented his jeans obscenely. Rob sitting down, felt very uncomfortable as his erection strained the denim.

“Hey man, you wanting some of this pizza?

Johnny was standing behind him. He didn’t realise what ha d happened, how could he!

“Rob hey, said Johnny facing him. What wrong? He looked puzzled into Rob’s immobile face. With a exclamation of surprise he noticed Rob’s alarmingly packed crotch. He went to take out the headphones and Rob tried harder than ever to move but to no avail. The headphones popped out the hole and the voice’s boomed across the small living room.

“Bend over and spread your ass cheeks. Let Finn taste your asshole.”

Rob stood up stiffly and for a brief moment he thought he had his body back but he was wrong, he moved the chair and awkwardly turned on the spot, dropped his jeans and pants freeing his hard cock. He then bent over, exposing his asshole.

“What the fuck”, yelled Johnny. He had also obeyed the man commands and stood in front of Rob, his ass pointing up in the air as he clumsily bent over

Rob held his breath, wishing desperately that he could look away.

The next ten minutes and the man continued to direct Jake and Finn in the recording. Luckily he referred to them by name, so his suggestions had no effect on Rob or Johnny. They both just remained patiently bent over, their minds intact. Johnny hadn’t been frozen so he could still speak; He had been shouting for help earlier but was now muttering curses under his breath. At least he didn’t have an embarrassingly hard erection. Rob dearly wished he could throw the laptop against the wall

“Well done Finn, said Dylan. You’re getting better.”

He ordered them to stand up straight and jerk off. Before he understood the command, Rob’s hand was curled around his erection and pumping vigorously. Johnny was caressing his own dick and it slowly started to grow. Rob could see what was going to happen from the way they were both positioned, he tried again fruitlessly to shift his inoperative body. It was already too late as the pleasure spasms began, unavoidable spurts of cum shot from his dick onto the back of Johnny’s bare legs. Johnny shouted with fury as the warm semen hit him and dribbled down his calves. Johnny ejaculation hit the wall and dripped down staining the wallpaper.

“Unfreeze, said Dylan. I now want you to….”

With a groan, Rob’s body was released from its prison and relaxed into his usual posture. With his lightening reflex he slammed the laptop shut, cutting off the man and his voice, a voice that made you do terrible things. Johnny collapsed in a heap on the floor, embarrassed and upset.

“”What…what happened”, he groaned… He suddenly remembered his bottom half was naked and cum stained and with a low moan he frantically pulled up his underwear and jeans. Rob had fortunately managed to stop the recording before Dylan could invoke his amnesia suggestion. Rob and Johnny were the only two people alive that consciously knew Dylan’s power and were not his slaves…yet.

Rob found he couldn’t speak for a moment and when he tried his voice was alarmingly hoarse.

“That’s…that’s how this guy is controlling everyone. He’s can make people do things…”

“I couldn’t help myself, who is he?

“I don’t know but I’m going to find out. Quickly pack a bag Johnny; we need to leave RIGHT NOW. It’s too dangerous here, he knows who I am and if he gets me… He’ll find out you know too. I’m nobodies slave. We’re leaving in 10 minutes.”

Rob ran through to his bedroom and took a gun from a box under his bed

“Time to waste this fucker”