The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The birthday boy was now sixteen, and Jason was his name.

He threw an awesome birthday bash and everybody came.

Though Jason was a baseball fan, with passion like a flame,

The pastime of the USA was not his favorite game.

Instead young Jason’s favorite sport would have to be the hunt,

And Jason hunted just one prey: the warm and willing cunt.

See, Jason was a smallish boy, what some would call the runt,

But Jason always got the girls, and fucked ‘em back and front.

So now you’re asking how it’s done, how Jason gets his prey.

I’ll tell you by recounting what I saw at that par-tay.

I think it will surprise you more than any words can say,

For all I knew about the world was questioned on that day.

Just being at that party, I felt something was amiss.

I’d never been invited to a big event like this.

For I was just a nerd, a geek, who’d never known a kiss,

And here I was invited to this rockin’ social bliss.

But every single boy in our entire tenth-grade class

Had gotten Jason’s email: “Come on down, you’ll have a blast!”

So even though I’d never tried tequila, beer, or ‘grass,’

I came to Jason’s party ‘cause he asked us all en masse.

But females, on the other hand, he chose with greater care.

In fact, the only girls in sight were pretty ones, I swear.

And not just that, but all of them were dressed to make you stare;

The tiny little skirts could barely hide the underwear.

I sat on Jason’s sofa, barely stomaching a beer,

And eying Sarah’s shapely, nearly naked thong-clad rear,

When someone tapped my shoulder twice and whispered in my ear:

“Come down to Jason’s basement. This’ll really make your year.”

I tore my eyes from Sarah, then, and stumbled to my feet.

Whatever waited down the stairs was surely quite a treat.

At least I really hoped it was; that view was hard to beat.

But little did I know, I’d soon be holding Sarah’s teat.

A part of me was nervous: what if this was just a prank?

Just being at the party was beyond my social rank.

Perhaps I’d broken etiquette by staring at that skank,

Or maybe, having brought no booze, I never should have drank…

The basement was rec room with a very big TV,

And Jason sat before it, with his lovely girl Marie.

And on the other sofas there were boys, I counted three.

And strangely they were all my friends, all losers just like me.

“So now that all of you are here,” our host Lord Jason said,

“It’s time I let you join the fun, and take hot girls to bed.”

He only had to mention girls to turn our faces red,

For none of us could talk to one without a sense of dread.

He held a can of body spray, and gave us each a squirt.

We all recoiled like scaredy-cats, expecting it to hurt,

But all it did was make us smell like freshly dug-up dirt.

“That’s it,” he said with confidence, “now go rip off a skirt.”

Then Jason told the story of his chemist cousin Dan,

Who’d fallen quite in love with some fine coed named Joanne.

She didn’t feel the same for him, so Danny hatched a plan:

He’d somehow made a serum that would make her understand.

“Whatever girl you go for, you’re a guaranteed success.

As long as this stuff’s on you, she will always acquiesce.”

“Hold on,” I said, “So if I go ask Sarah to undress . . .”

“You’ll find that she’s forgotten every word except for Yes.”

He then explained his reasoning for giving us the stuff:

Quite simply, every other guy had sex appeal enough.

“The four of you can’t get a girl; I know that’s pretty rough;

But every guy deserves to get a hottie in the buff.”

We left Marie and Jason to enjoy their time alone.

I wondered if our gracious host the birthday boy was stoned.

It seemed like science fiction, like a robot or a clone.

Could this aroma really get a girl for me to bone?

But whether this stuff worked or not, it boosted confidence.

It seemed like I’d forgotten all my nerdy common sense.

I took one look at Sarah; my arousal was intense;

I walked right up to her and said, “Nice panties, no offense.”

But some offense was taken, I could see it in her eyes.

She looked at me with anger, and confusion, and surprise,

And then she burst out laughing; so did several other guys.

Their nasty jeers and mocking really cut me down to size.

But still I kept believing, still refusing to give up.

The serum needed time, that’s all. A few more seconds, yup!

I reached for Sarah’s chest and stuck my hand inside her cup…

So soft and silky, like a dream… but Jason woke me up.

“Hey you,” he said, “I will not have my party guest harassed!”

I then withdrew my hand from Sarah’s bosom really fast.

I stammered, “but you said I could—,” but that was in the past.

I’d only touched a single boob, but it would be my last.

“I can’t believe you had the nerve to even show your face!”

“No nerd should ever party; they’re a lesser social race!”

“That loser really thought that he could get to second base?”

“Hey Jason, put this little motherfucker in his place!”

Then someone grabbed my shirt and pulled me over with a yank.

I fell face-down across the lap of Jason’s buddy Frank.

“You really do deserve this,” Jason told me from my flank.

They pulled my pants and undies down, and then began to spank.

A thousand times a hand would rise, and on my buttocks drop,

And someone even used a belt, perhaps a riding crop.

But all throughout my spanking, through the endless pop, pop, pop

Not once did I object and beg my torturers to stop.

I cried and wailed and hollered, though, for all my lungs were worth.

The sheer humiliation made this worse than giving birth.

I wished that I could fly away, and leave this planet Earth,

And all the guys and pretty girls who laughed with endless mirth.

And Jason echoed in my mind, his words were holding sway.

“You really do deserve this,” that was all he had to say.

They didn’t tie me up or down; I could have walked away,

But deep inside I felt an urge, a desperate need to stay.

“So you should go now,” Jason said, when all was said and done.

I pulled my pants and undies up and then began to run.

My mom was up when I got home; she asked if I had fun.

I hid my tears and told her ‘yes.’ I fell asleep by one.

At school the whole week after, I was always on my guard,

For people liked to tap my ass and laugh so very hard.

But after school one day, while I was walking in the yard,

Lord Jason came upon me, let me tell you, I was jarred.

“I think I should explain what really happened Friday night.

I lied about the serum, but it wasn’t out of spite.

I made you entertainment for my party guests’ delight.

And isn’t entertaining guests an entertainer’s right?”

I stood there kind of speechless, then continued on my walk,

But Jason stepped in front of me and stood there like a block.

“I may have been mean-spirited, but now I want to talk.

There’s still a little mystery you need me to unlock.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” I said, pretending I had pride,

But I could not keep walking; Jason wouldn’t step aside.

“I know you felt the force,” he said, “that little voice inside,

That told you not to run away, to stay and to abide.”

The shock was plain upon my face, as plain as Jason’s grin.

“The serum works, but not the way I said.” He stroked his chin.

“The smell is not important; you absorb it through your skin.

I spray it on the ladies, then the sexy times begin.”

“The serum messes up your head; it leaves you in a trance,

Wide open to suggestion; yeah, I could have made you dance.

Instead I said that you could be the master of romance,

So you went up to Sarah thinking this could be your chance.”

And then the bastard handed me a tiny little vial.

“So now I make it up to you. See? This was worth your while.

You only get a couple drops, but they can go a mile;

Just drop it on a girl and she’s your servant to defile.”

“You’re lying,” I said angrily, “It’s just another trick!”

“Oh no, my friend, it’s very real. But you should use it quick;

This batch expires in seven days. You have that long to pick.

For after that it’s useless, and you’ll never wet your dick.”

He walked away and left there, the vial in my hand.

I wasn’t sure if this was real, or he had something planned.

The wondering was so much more suspense than I could stand…

If this stuff could make Sarah just a slave at my command…

But then I heard a whooshing noise, some movement in the air.

A football struck my head and it was more than I could bear.

I dropped the vial and clutched my aching temple in despair…

Then realized I couldn’t see the vial anywhere.

It broke when I had dropped it on the pavement-covered ground.

The bottle was so tiny that it didn’t make a sound.

But little shards of glass reflected sunlight all around,

And all my hopes for Sarah’s lovely tits had simply drowned.