The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Dec 23th. The morning sun pierced the veil of falling snow outside of the widows of the old Victorian mansion. At first, Deputy Franklin rolled about on the floor upon which he lay. He rubbed his eyes and looked around, his head pounded with the effect of last night’s drunken. ‘What happened last night. How much did I drink?’ Franklin thought to himself. As he sat up, Franklin looked around. He recognized the environs: it was the house where he and three of his fellow Deputies had been sent to investigate, and shut down a house rave party.

Franklin and his fellow Deputies had been sent to the rave, to investigate and shut it down, by Sheriff Hassel. The minute they arrived at the abandoned Victorian mansion, the Four Deputies were not going to do what they had been ordered to do by the Sheriff. After the organizer of the rave had paid each Deputy a small fee, the Deputies decided to join the party for a night of drink and debauchery. “Fuck it!” Franklin said as he slipped his fee into the back pocket of his uniform’s pants. “Let’s enjoy the party, it is the fucking Holiday season, after all!” Loud techno music greeted the Deputies as they walked through the door. The Deputies enjoyed the unlimited drinks, and the hotties abounded. Eventually, while having a blow-job Franklin passed out, as shortly after, as did Deputies Thompson, Winkfield and Harlequin.

As Franklin rose from the floor, he feel the chill in the air, for some reason Franklin looked down, and noticed that he was naked. ‘What the fuck!,, he thought to himself. As the snowy sunlight penetrated the dense, dirty windows, Franklin spotted Thompson, Winkfield and Harlequin, asleep on the floor nearby, likewise they too were naked.

Suddenly, Franklin noticed that his friends had something encased around their genitals, a rubber elastic kind of covering was on each of their dicks. “What the fuck!”, he said aloud. In fear, Franklin looked down at his own groin. His cock was also sheathed with one of these rubber, elastic covers.

“Guys! Wake up! Something’s up.” Franklin shouted, shaking Winkfield, Thompson and Harlequin. Thompson, Winkfield and Harlequin opened their eyes. They rose from the floor, shaking their heads, trying too clear the drunken from their brains, and stared at the naked Franklin. “What the fuck!” Thompson shouted. Franklin, Winkfield and Harlequin winsted at loudness of Thompson’s shout.

“I fucking know. And I can’t fucking find our Uniforms, guns, radios or cells.” Franklin said. “Fuck our Uniforms. What the fuck is this shit?” Thompson said as he jiggled his sheathed cock. Harlequin and Winkfield sat down on the floor and studied the sheaths on their cocks. “It’s locked on.” Harlequin said, looking up at Franklin and Thompson. “It’s some kind of cock cage.” Said Winkfield as he too jiggled his caged cock.

“Who the fuck would do this sort of thing to us?” Franklin asked. Fear and anxiety permeated his question and the tone of his voice. “How the fuck should I know?” Harlequin snapped back, as he and Winkfield stood up again. In a frenzy, Franklin, Winkfield, Thompson and Harlequin surveyed the room. Winkfield spotted and pointed to the large screen television in the corner of the room; on the screen was posted a handwritten note that read: play the recording.

Franklin walked over to the television screen; he found the remote control for the DVD player attached to the large screen television., and hit ‘play’ on the DVD.

The Deputies crowded around the television screen, and watched a man, dressed in a Rubber, bondage Santa suit wearing a Santa mask. His voice was digitally mastered to disguise his identity.

“Good morning. Deputies Franklin, Thompson, Winkfield and Harlequin! The four of you have until 6pm this evening to figure out how to unlock the cages on your cocks. If you don’t, the chemical compounds in the cages will activate and eat and gnaw away at your manhood. Within an hour of the chemicals being active the four of you will become Dickless. Good luck. The ghostly Santa image said, then the screen went dark, leaving the four Deputies in fear, for their cocks.

“We have find a way out of here, and report back to the Sheriff.” Franklin said, who had without thinking, started to jiggle his sheaved cock. “We can’t go to the Sheriff.” Winkfield shouted. “How do we explain this, without telling him that we spent last night at the Rave we should have been shutting down?” There was silent for a few seconds; and then. “I’m not losing my dick. Not this way.” Franklin shouted back.

Silently, Franklin, Winkfield, Thompson and Harlequin stood and studied and examined the cages on their dicks. They tried to figure out a way to extricate themselves, or rather their cock of this dilemma, but to no avail.

Five years ago.

Adam ran into the suburban house, crying. Her boyfriend spotted Adam as he ran upstairs into their bedroom. Zak followed his lover into the bedroom and confronted the twink. “What happened?”, Zak insisted. “Nothing happened.”, Adam said, as he fought back the tears.

“You’re crying. What happened?” Zak demanded, he had also noticed, Adam’s cut lip, bleeding nose and black eyes. Adam stared at his boyfriend, and then suddenly collapsed in his arms. “Those privileged boys . . they raped me. They said that as I was Gay, I was begging to be fucked, and made to suck cock!”

“What boys? Zak asked with teeth clenched. Adam revealed the names of his assailants. “I’ll never forget what they did to me. I just want to die.”

Zak played that memory in his head over and over as he sat at Adam’s funeral. Adam could not escape the pain. And Zak had, had to leave town the next day, for a seminar that he could not get out of. How he wished that he had been there, when Adam needed him.

The local authorities chose to take no action, claiming insufficient proof, but Zak knew better. That the privileged always avoid responsibility, and the boys that had raped Adam had got away with it because of their father’s money and power. Zak sat and planned his vengeance. These boys had to suffer shame, disgrace and lose their straight lives. Zak did not care. His boyfriend lie dead. Nothing could ever quench his anger. Nothing. It would take him five years to get revenge.

The present — Dec 23th.

Somewhere near by a clock struck 12:00. Franklin, Winkfield, Thompson and Harlequin had wasted three hours, and still remained encased in their rubber sheathes, the four Deputies only had six hours to unlock the rubber cock cages.

“What are you waiting for boys? You had your cocks sucked enough time to know what to do!” The disguise voice called out.

The boys were shocked to hear the voice from the video. They looked about the room to find the source of the voice. Finally, after ten minutes Harlequin found a speaker nestled in the corner of the room, attached to a video camera. “Let us go.” Franklin shouted at the video.

“Your plea falls on deaf ears. A plea fell on your deaf ears, some time ago. You ignored it. So can I.” The voice said. Franklin, Thompson, Winkfield and Harlequin stared at each other. Harlequin asked, “What are you talking about?”

Thompson shouted, “Who are you?”

“My name is ‘Punishment’. My name is ‘Revenge’.” The voice said. Franklin whispered to Thompson, Harlequin and Winkfield. “Someone wants to punish us for …”

“For what? Winkfield asked out loud. “For … what” Franklin muttered, trying to answer Winkfield’s question. “For the night when you four raped a 23-year old guy, because you four homophobic Douchebags did that sort of thing to ‘FAG’ as you called them!” The voice answered.

The four men stared at each other, then slowly, they remembered: the ‘FAG’ they’d gang-banged on the waste land outside of town. The guy had committed suicide, a few days later. Their fathers had used their money and power so the authorities dropped the case. But Franklin, Winkfield, Thompson and Harlequin’s fathers had told them that they to leave town, never to return. So the four guys had not only left town, but also the state. Franklin, Winkfield, Thompson and Harlequin moved to another Town and state; slowly afterwards the four become Sheriff Deputies.

“We had no idea that guy would kill himself.” Franklin pleaded, but there was no tone of repentance , or genuine remorse, in his voice. “He hollered ‘no’ repeatedly, what didn’t you Douchebags not understand?” The voice shouted. “You homophobes are all the same, you’re never be sorry, for your actions.”

A prolonged, stunned silence followed. Finally, the voice said, “The cages on your cock are water-based. Suck each other’s cocks; the rubber will dissolve, the locks will undo and you will be free.”

“Fuck that! I ain’t sucking anyone’s cock.” Thompson shouted. “Then say good-bye to your worthless dicks.”, the voice retorted. “Thompson, if we don’t do as he says, we are dickless dead men.” Franklin shouted. There was a long silence , as the four Deputies just looked at each other and jiggled their shearved cocks “Go into the other room. I want to see you suck each other off.” The voice suddenly demanded.

The Deputies shrugged their shoulders, really the four of them had no choice, heads down they walked into the adjacent room. When they reached the room, the voice ordered, “Lie down on the bed.”

Franklin, Thompson, Winkfield and Harlequin reclined upon the bed, in a square pattern. Slowly, with trepidation and disgust, they began licking and then suckling upon the rubber-sheathed cocks. “What’s that taste?” Franklin mumbled around the sheathed cock in his mouth. “Cherry.” The voice answered. The voice laughed sardonically. “ You’re losing your cherry as cock suckers.”

“You mother fucker.” Harlequin shouted, momentarily pulling off the cock in his mouth. “Suck and don’t stop until that fucking rubber sheath melts away.” Thompson shouted as he forced Harlequin’s mouth down upon his cock, he then resumed his sucking of Franklin’s rubber-sheathed member. The four guys just continued to suck, and suck.

After an hour or so, the Deputies finally noticed that the rubber sheathes had melted away. Despite the rubber melting and the slings that bound their balls breaking apart, the boys did not relent in their suckling.

Franklin, Winkfield, Thompson and Harlequin sucked and sucked and sucked, until finally after another hour, the Deputies climaxed, blasting wads of their Cum down the throats of their respective partners. The Deputies recoiled from their orgasm, collapsing upon the bed. Slowly Franklin rose from the bed and stood stared at his obscenely erect member. He stared at Winkfield, Harlequin and Thompson laying on the bed. Franklin reached out and fondled Harlequin’s ass and played with his whole.

“What are you doing?” Harlequin asked, but Franklin did not answer, as he slid his cock into Harlequin’s ass and rocked back and forth, fucking him. “Oh! Don’t stop.” Harlequin cooed, as Franklin fucked his arse.

Thompson rose from the bed, and stood behind Winkfield and slid his cock into Winkfield’s tight boy pussy. “Yeah! Feels good.”, Thompson cried, in a hushed, sexy tone.

The boys found a rhythm and rocked back and forth as Franklin fucked Harlequin and Thompson fucked Winkfield. Harlequin and Winkfield stroked their cocks as they bobbed back and forth as they enjoyed Franklin and Thompson’s cocks buried deep in their wholes.

Finally, the Deputies screamed in unison, as they blasted more wads of Cum As soon, as they had come down from their orgasm, they switch partners; and sucked, fucked and stroked each other all over again, and again, and again.

In the attic of the Victorian mansion, Bondage Santa sat in front of a television monitor. He reached up and pulled off the Santa mask; Zak had watched the four gang-bangers fucking each other and engaging in sex acts that they would never have performed. Zak smiled, he had filmed Franklin, Thompson, Winkfield and Harlequin’s sexual romp from beginning to end. The chemical compound that laced the rubber sheathes had morphed the Deputies. They would never fuck women ever again for the rest of their lives. Their need and lust to fuck each other, or for all four of them to be fucked by other men, had sky rocketed.

The chemical compounds had also morphed the Deputies cock and balls; their balls now continuously produce Cum. Even when they were not having man on man sex, or shooting wads of Cum. The four of them would leak Pre-cum like water from a broken faucet. They would have to ware Adult dippers for the rest of their lives.

For the ultimate humiliation, Franklin, Thompson, Winkfield and Harlequin, sons of privileged families, would find their lives and reputations destroyed. First, Zak would send the video of Franklin, Winkfield, Thompson and Harlequin’s sexual performance to their families. Second, Zak would release a video for public distribution. Edited into a gay porn movie, no one would believe that Franklin, Thompson, Winkfield and Harlequin did not participate voluntarily in ‘an art film’, aptly titled ‘The Love Square. Sheriff Deputies fuck buddies.’

Zak found comfort in his vengeance. Zak understood the world of privilege, which Franklin, Thompson, Winkfield and Harlequin came from. In that world, being gay was an embarrassment. Zak, gay from the moment of birth, never felt ashamed or cursed. He took pride in his nature. He accepted that society condemned his nature. His family accepted him and were not embarrassed by his orientation, but they were in the minority. He did not flaunt his gay-ness, but also he did not hide it.

Franklin, Thompson, Winkfield and Harlequin’s parents were not as open minded as Zak’s parents. With the boys’ newfound lifestyle, open and notorious, the boys would suffer retribution at the hand of their families, because of the embarrassment and social scorn the families would suffer. Of course, the movie video would add fuel to an already-combustible situation. The boys would find themselves cut-off, both, emotionally and financially. But luckily, Franklin, Thompson, Winkfield and Harlequin’s film debut would prompt offers for future films. With every video release, the boys would unleash another wave of embarrassment for their families. For now, Zak recorded and watched Four Deputies as they produce more footage for their debut film.

Zak look down at his lap and smiled as a subservient male, oblivious to everything around him, continue to bob his head up and down along Zak’s thick 12-inch cock, the man’s only focus, now was to serve his Master. The bearded man, had just a day ago been the local Shariff, was now solely focused on the massive cock of Zak. Shoving as much of the man-meat down his throat as his newly-converted mind would tell him to service, he had been the first victim, whom Zak had ensnared, without Sheriff Hassel in his power, Zak would not have been able to carry out his revenge on Franklin, Winkfield, Thompson and Harlequin.

Hassel had had power, but he had misused that power to scraw over any one he wanted too, in the name of the law, in his own way Shariff Hassel have been as big, if not a bigger Douchebag, than Franklin and the other three Deputies. But the power Hassel once had had, had now been transferred to his Master, Zak.

The subservient Hassel moaned as a weak part of his mind reminded him that he was supposed to be straight, to remember that he had a wife and kids at home, as well as two mistresses in the next town, that he was supposed to….but he was too much of a cock-slut now to care about anything else than Zak’s sexual needs. He sucked Zak’s cock voraciously, desperate to taste Zak’s rich and creamy Cum. Zak grunted as he felt Sheriff Hassel’s breaded scratch his ball sacs. Zak could not hold back any longer; he grabbed hold of Sheriff Hassel’s bald head, and pushed his mouth down to the base of his cock.

Zak let out a scream, as his cock exploded. ‘Not bad for a first attempt’ Zak thought, as he patted Hassel on his bald head, and waited for the Sheriff to lick his soft Cum covered cock clean. Zak looked up at the screen, ‘You know, I think that for your first film, Sheriff. Should be with Deputy Franklin. He’s whole just seems to by crying out for a good fisting.” The Sheriff did not reply, he was all ready about to start serving Zak’s monster cock again.