The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The next morning, I awoke first. I was in a bed, a strange bed. Doc’s? My body was spooned up behind Clay’s, and there was another body pressed up behind mine. I turned my head, recognized Doc. Both he and Clay were still sleeping.

I didn’t remember anything that had happened since fucking Clay on the mat the night before, but the fucked out feeling that filled my body and the feeling in my ass told me I must have had a lot of sex all through the night. I would have loved to have stayed, maybe had another go when they woke up, but I had an early class, and I still needed to get back to the door for decent clothes and my books.

So I slipped out of bed. Showered the funk of cum and dried sweat from my body. I found my shorts and sneaks down in the basement, by the mat, and I pulled them on. Clay and Doc were still asleep when I slipped out the front door.

After class and some time in the library—I found it easy to get my work done now, which was a big bonus, thanks to the Doc—I headed back to my dorm room. I still had a little time to kill before practice.

I’d only been there a few minutes when the phone rang. I picked it up and said, “Hello?”

A while later, I opened my eyes. The phone was kind of still tucked under my cheek. Dial tone in my ear. Whoever it was must have hung up when I answered, I figured. Kind of strange that I would have dozed off like that without hanging up. I definitely had to start getting more sleep.

I pulled my gym bag out of the closet. I still had a little time before I had to be at practice, but now I wanted to get to the gym early.

The door to Coach Tucker’s office was open a crack. No one else was around yet. I put down my bag outside the Coach’s door. It just felt like I was supposed to be there—I don’t know how else to explain it. From inside Coach’s office, voices: the Coach’s and the Doc’s. I just stood there near the door, my back to the wall, and listened to them. Coach didn’t sound happy. They were both talking kind of low under their breath, like they didn’t want anyone to overhear.

“Listen,” Coach was saying firmly, “all I’m saying is I don’t care what else you do as long as you give me a team full of winners. That other stuff—shit, I don’t—listen, I’m not into that stuff, so just leave me out of it in the future, okay?”

Doc’s voice, low and smooth: “What’s the matter, Tucker? Didn’t you enjoy it? You sure looked like you had fun.”

Coach sounded embarrassed. “Sure I liked that well enough. What guy don’t? But you weren’t supposed to do it to me too. That wasn’t part of our deal. Just leave me out is all I’m saying.”

“Coach, I can’t make you do anything you don’t want to. If it happens, it happens. I told you it might and you knew the risks. I can’t make it not happen to you.”

Coach’s voice rose a little. “I know what you told me, and what I’m telling you is, don’t do it to me again, okay?”

“Coach, it’s not something I can turn on and off for selected observers. If it happens and if you’re in a receptive mode, I can’t prevent you from going under.” Doc’s voice was changing tone in a way I recognized. “Ashibo’s spell is strong. There’s no need to be ashamed if you can’t resist it. Everyone surrenders to him. It feels good to surrender to him, doesn’t it? Coach, look deep into his eyes and let yourself relax. Surrender to him. Coach, Ashibo is watching: relax.”

I listened while Doc ran Coach through some deepening exercises, weaving a deep trance around him.

Coach’s voice: “Jeremy, please come in now.”

How the hell did he know I was out there? Unless ... maybe that phone call hadn’t been a wrong number after all. Anyway, I slipped through the door and closed it behind myself.

I took in the room: a small office with a desk, a couple of chairs, a lot of papers and sports shit. Doc was standing in front of the desk, that statue craddled in the crook of one arm. Coach Tucker, in his usual baggy gym shorts, tee-shirt, and whistle, was standing with his butt on the edge of this table along the wall. Coach had his head bowed forward, eyes closed, looking for all the world like he was just taking a little nap, under deep.

“Good boy, Jeremy,” the Doc was saying. He put his free hand on the back of my neck and rubbed, making me feel kind of ... I don’t know—open or whatever. He said, “It’s time to thank the Coach for letting you back on the team. Do you understand what I mean?”

“Uh, I—”

He cut me off. “Jeremy, Ashibo is watching: relax.” I felt that familiar feeling wash over me. I stood there feeling all quiet inside, passive and receptive, waiting to be told what to do. “Very good, Jeremy. Look at Coach Tucker, Jeremy. You owe him such a debt. You need to show him how grateful you are for what he’s done for you. You need to show him you’ll do anything for him. You felt really good when he let you back on the team, Jeremy, and it’s time to make Coach Tucker feel good in return.” Doc told Coach to slip his shorts and jock strap down, and the Coach did, moving slowly like he was sleepwalking.

I didn’t even try to resist when Doc told me to kneel in front of Coach. Coach was hard, and his pretty uncircumcised hard-on was staring me right in the face. I could see it bob as his pulse beat through it, and that little dolphin tattoo off to the side on his hip, the one I’d seen before sometimes when Coach showered with us after practice. Doc was telling me how badly I wanted to suck it, how much Coach wanted me to suck it, how good I’d make him feel by sucking it. I sure did want to suck it, more than I wanted anything else right then. It seemed perfectly natural, so I licked his shaft, and around the head of his cock, tasting his precum. I opened my mouth and let Coach’s rod slip inside. I sucked it and licked it and nursed it, worked his balls with one hand, rubbed his thigh and ass with the other, doing my best to make him feel great. Doc told Coach to cum and cum hard. Coach’s balls rode the rest of the way up, and his body bucked a little, involuntarily,! and he grunted. I felt his load slam into the back of my throat, felt that bitter salty taste spread all through my mouth. I swallowed it all.

“Very good, both of you. Jeremy, get up and go get changed for practice now.” I climbed to my feet and walked out. As I was leaving, Doc was telling Coach to remember who made him feel so relaxed and good, and how Coach would want to surrender to that feeling every time and not feel any more reservations about it.

The feeling wore off when I was most of the way changed into my practice singlet and gear. The rest of the team members were beginning to show up by then too.

We ran through a damn good practice. We were all working hard, straining and sweating like crazy. It was a blast! This was what wrestling was supposed to be like. Coach, awake now, was in a great mood, smiling and spurring us on.

Afterward, we all piled into the locker room for another team meeting. I figured this would be another “training” session like yesterday’s, and I was right. We were all kind of horsing about, waiting for the meeting to start up. A couple of guys slipped the straps of their singlets off their shoulders, letting the upper part bunch around their waists. We did that sometimes, both to cool off after a hard workout and to show off our chests. I did it too, just for the hell of it. I’m a good-looking guy and I have a nice build—nothing to be ashamed of.

One of the assistant coaches dimmed the lights when Doc walked in with that statue. He put it on that stand again, and somebody switched on the projector that hit it with a circle of brilliant light. Doc was wasting no time today. “Gentlemen, congratulations. Today you’ve seen how much better you all perform when you keep your minds focused and free from distraction. All you had to do out there was focus and relax and let your subconscious take over. It felt good to relax, didn’t it?”

I wanted to stay awake this time. I wanted to see what he was doing to us. I was sitting down on the far end, where I figured he wouldn’t see me. I closed my eyes before he could weave a trance around me, and I tried to keep my mind distracted from following what he was saying by reciting song lyrics in my head. He was droning on and on about relaxing and how good it felt, and how Ashibo was there to help us all focus and relax, and how easy it was to relax when they looked into his eyes, how the blue light deep inside his eyes helped us relax even more.

I stuck it out. I was feeling kind of light-headed—maybe he was having a little effect on me, but I was still conscious. I got pretty hard, anticipating, but my jock kept my stiff dick from being too visible. I waited until I figured he was pretty close to the end of his induction.

I opened my eyes, looked down the long line of men beside me. A few were still not entirely under yet; they sat with their faces slack, eyelids drooping, as they focused with all their might on the statue of Ashibo. Most, though, were entranced by now their eyes were closed, heads slumped, breathing deeply and waiting for the Doc’s suggestions. As I watched, a few men down, my friend Alexi’s half-closed eyes slid the rest of the way shut and his head slipped down. And there went my bud Mark the rest of the way into his trance. Damn! The sight of all these men helplessly entranced made my cock jump and turn still harder.

I could see Doc and the statue out of the corner of my eye, and I felt this incredible pull to turn my eyes that way. I was pretty sure Doc was looking right at me. He was talking all soft and low, and it was like he was talking to me alone, directly into my head, cooing the sound of his voice around my head like a lover’s whisper. My eyes were being drawn toward the statue, tugged. I wanted to close them so I wouldn’t see it, but I couldn’t. The Doc and that damn statue had me too, and all that was left was for him to reel me in like the rest. Felt my head was being physically turned by an irresistible outside force toward Doc and the statue. My eyes met the statue’s and I couldn’t look or turn away. This woozy feeling came over me. I felt the spell flood through me, and my thoughts started going dim, and I felt myself relax the rest of the way and surrender to him.

Doc clapped his hands and snapped us out of it. Coach turned off the projector when Doc told him to and switched on the overhead lights. Doc gave us a grin and said, “That’s all for today, guys. I think you’ll be seeing the results of this session pretty soon. Anything else, Coach?”

Coach was still a little shaky—we all still were—but he said, “Get your showers and get out of here, guys.”

We climbed to our feet, got our lockers open, and started getting out of our gear. I was one of the first headed for the showers and got one of the heads near the back. Kirk got the one to my left, and my friend Mark got the one on the end, to my right.

I was soaping up, sneaking a few little looks at Kirk and Mark as I did. Kirk had his back to me, displaying his perfect ass. Mark was telling me about this chick he wanted to ask out, which gave me an excuse to look at him some. He had dark brown hair, cropped regulation close, and brown eyes. Great build, muscular and smooth, hairless. He’d played football in high school as well as wrestling, and his body showed the extra muscle of a tackle. He had a tattoo, too, a pair of red rose blooms on a single stem, on the upper part of his left biceps. He was twenty and very cute, not hard on the eyes at all. I’d never seen his cock hard, but limp it looked about average, with a cute little circumcision scar.

I tipped myself into the spray and rinsed. I heard Doc’s voice, calling out something in the locker room, but I couldn’t tell what he said over the sound of the showers. After a second Doc was standing in the entry to the shower area, with that statue cradled in his arm. Doc shouted over the water, “Ashibo is watching: enjoy each other.”

I remembered hearing him say that before: last night, with Clay. Suddenly, I was feeling exactly what I felt then too. Horny. Really horny. Doc yelled it out again: “Ashibo is watching: enjoy each other.”

I was hard. Feeling incredibly horny. I was hard and I needed to get off so bad it hurt. But I didn’t want to just jerk off. I wanted more. I reached over and wrapped one hand around Mark’s perfect seven-incher, my other around Kirk’s cock. Kirk and Mark reached over too, and their hands met on my meat. I jacked them, and they jacked me.

Mark bent in and kissed me, and I kissed back. I could feel the needfulness in him—he needed to get off as badly as I did. Kirk moved in closer and nibbled at my neck and ear. All around us, guys were jacking each other off, kissing. Across from us, Alexi got down on his knees to give a guy a blowjob.

We were all young and horny and hot guys, so none of us was going to hold out long. Kirk came hard and long, squirting his spunk all over my thigh. Mark knelt, and my cock slipped into his mouth like it belonged there. This was a straight guy who had just been telling me about this chick he wanted to boink, and here he was doing me like an experienced cocksucker. I needed to get off bad, and I felt this orgasm coming over me so strong it made my toes curl. I came hard, bucking uncontrollably. I’d have fallen if Kirk hadn’t been holding on to me. Across the showers, the guy Alexi was blowing bellowed and came too.

Mark rolled over on his ass, jacking himself quick and hard. Alexi sauntered over, stroking his rod. Alexi thrust his hips forward and squirted semen all over Mark’s chest. Mark threw his head back and roared, and he shot off a huge load, all over his chest and belly.

I felt pretty damn satisfied, pleased with myself. Kirk and Mark and I swapped high fives and rinsed the cum off our bodies. I don’t think we left the least bit of regret or shame at all. We had needed to get off, and we got off, simple as that. Now it was time to dry off and get dressed.

It was really early, about 6:00 a.m., when we climbed aboard the bus that would ferry us to our first match, an away match. I got a seat near the front, and Doc sat down beside me. Because it was so early and the ride was kind of boring, a lot of guys settled in to catch a little extra sleep. I wanted to get a nap too, but Doc kept talking about the match and how well we were going to do, how well I was going to do in particular.

Doc was keeping his voice kind of soft and low, to keep from disturbing the guys around us who were trying to sleep, I guessed. I told him I was really nervous about this match; I didn’t know if I could guarantee that I wouldn’t get out on the mat and fuck up like I had done in practice so many times before Doc started helping me. I was afraid I’d fold under pressure and that would be that: I’d be off the team—no more wrestling, and no more scholarship. My opponent was going to be the guy who had won the regional title last year, and he was no pushover.

Doc told me all I had to do was focus on what I was doing and relax when I got out there, just like he’d helped me do in his office and at the team sessions after practice. His voice was soft and monotonous, a familiar drone in my ear. All I had to do, he said, was focus on my breathing, in—I took a deep breath and held it—and out. I closed my eyes and followed his instructions, tensing the muscles in this body part, then relaxing, feeling my muscles let go of their tension. As my body loosened up and as more and more of my stress faded, I was becoming aware of how horny I was. My cock was stiffening. I needed to get off badly.

I kept my eyes closed because I didn’t want to disturb how relaxed and easy I felt. My cock was hard, and I was horny as hell, and I needed to jack off to relieve the rest of my stress.

I didn’t care if Doc saw. I was still aware of his voice in my ear, but I couldn’t grasp what he was saying—the words just slipped away from me. I unfastened my jeans and unzipped. I felt my cock spring free and wrapped my hand around it. It felt so good I knew I had to jack off right then and there. That great feeling in my cock was spreading through my whole body, just like I knew it would, and my stress would soon be gone. Felt so good I couldn’t hold back very long; I was about to cum right then and there. I felt Doc press a handkerchief or tissue or something around the head of my cock to catch my jism, and I knew it was okay to let go. My orgasm burst through me like slow fireworks, and I ejaculated the rest of my stress from my body along with my cum.

I rode that long orgasm, then sank back in my seat, eyes still closed, pressure gone, feeling fully relaxed, and let Doc talk me down even deeper into this sweet, sweet trance.

We kicked ass at the first match of the season. We ran over the other team so hard they never knew what hit them. We totally dominated them. Especially me—I’d whipped my opponent’s tail like it had been me that won the regional title last year instead of him. Doc had been true to his word—he’d turned us into winners.

Man, I don’t know how to describe what it was like for me out there on the mats during that match. My whole body seemed to come alive. My head seemed to just take a step back and let my body switch to auto-pilot. My opponent never had a chance. I was all over him, dominating from the start, and it didn’t take long at all for me to beat him. Man, I fucking ruled that match.

It was an away match, and we were staying in this cheap old motel that night, heading back to our college the next day. This place was old, kind of out of the way, and we were about the only people staying there. So what happens when you combine twenty-four champion wrestlers, fresh from their victory, and a motel? Par-dee! Par-dee!

The coaches brought in beer and some liquor, and we were whooping it up. We were all pretty sloshed, even the guys who don’t usually drink much. We were jumping all over the beds and spraying each other with shaken beer bottles and laughing and cheering and getting drunker by the minute. Even the coaches, who usually all act like tight-ass chaperones for these overnight trips, were getting smashed. Me, I had a really nice buzz going, and I was aiming to get ripped. Doc was the only one even remotely close to sober.

Doc was roaming around with this video camera one of the coaches brought, getting it all on tape. We were horsing around, jumping on the beds like kids, hamming it up for him. Some of the guys had passed out or headed off to other rooms to crash. There were eight of us in my room, still going strong. I had my shirt and shoes off; a couple of the guys were in just their underwear. We were too high on winning and alcohol to be modest at all.

It was me, Kirk, Mark, Alexi, Dylan, Coach Tucker, and two assistant coaches, Kyle and Jason. Alexi and Dylan were in their boxers; with the radio turned up on some fast rock song, they were prancing around on one of the beds and singing along and playing air guitar while the rest of us, sprawled on the other bed and the chairs and the floor, laughed and applauded. Man, I was so drunk it seemed like the funniest thing I’d ever seen in my whole damn life!

Doc had the camera aimed their way, making sure to get plenty of footage. I was betting they’d be plenty embarrassed when they saw it played back later, but right then we were all too far gone to give a shit.

Doc had to yell because the music was blearing. “Guys, listen up. You did real good out there and you deserve some special fun, don’t you think?”

We all roared “YEAH!” back at him like a sonic boom.

Doc said, “Guys, Ashibo is watching: enjoy each other.”

By now, after all our training with hypnosis, the beer, and the elation of victory, we didn’t have any inhibitions left. We’d been given this command enough, we didn’t even hesitate.

I shucked my pants and my briefs in one quick motion. I stood at the foot of the bed Alexi was standing on, his back to me. He was kissing Dylan like his life depended on it, oblivious to me until I tugged down his boxer shorts. Alexi turned around and presented me with that pretty uncut cock of his, already hard as a spike. I lapped at it hungrily. I’d gotten to be a really good cocksucker lately, and I was giving Alexi’s rod a primo tongue-lashing.

Around us, everyone else was naked too and hard and all over each other. We were converging on this bed and spilling off onto the floor. Doc tossed some bottles of lubricant and condoms into the fray, then stepped back to resume filming. Man, I was so hot and horny I didn’t care what he did with that camera as long as I got to get my rocks off and soon!

I got pulled away from Alexi, pulled down flat on my back on the bed. Jason, one of the assistant coaches, towered over me. Jason is a tall guy and big—he’s built himself a massive body with washboard abs and pecs like plates. Jason’s good-looking and he knows it. Jason usually strikes me as a conceited prick, but he’s got a lot to be conceited about. Brown hair with these blondish streaks, that gorgeous body. Now, out of his usual expensive clothes, straddling my stomach, that body had never looked better to me. I ran my hands up over his skin, the light fur on his belly the inverted triangle of hair across his chest. His cock was staring right at me. He wasn’t hung that well—maybe five inches or so, and cut, if you’re keeping track of that—but I wanted it in my mouth. I grabbed his hips and pulled him up where I could get my mouth around it. Somebody else grabbed my cock and fisted me slow and sweet as I sucked Jason. When someone else slipped a finger under m! y leg to probe at my asshole, I reached up under Jason’s balls and did the same to him. That did it for Jason—he threw his head back and bellowed, drove his cock forward into my throat as far as it would go, and shot a nice, salty load into my mouth.

Jason got dragged off of me. My teammate Dylan and Kyle, one of the other assistant coaches, flipped my on my stomach. Kyle parted my ass cheeks and dove tongue-first into my crack. Man, let me tell you, post-hypnotics or not, that man could rim an ass! Dylan got on his knees in front of me and pulled my head into his crotch. I suckled his cock greedily.

I think Doc kept repeating that command to enjoy each other every now and then, but I was too far gone in my sex-daze to hear him. I saw him a couple of times at the edges of our bodies, still capturing everything on film. Right then, though, I didn’t give a shit what he got on film.

Dylan’s a cute-as-hell fucker. He’s a year older than me and he has this casual grin that can melt your heart. His eyes are nearly black, his hair too. He has a trendy haircut that accentuates his eyes, his face, the little dimple in his chin. His chest is broad and hairless, tight muscles everywhere. He used to row with the crew team before he decided to focus on wrestling, and his body still had that long, sleek crew shape. And no tan line!

Right now, Dylan’s cock was mostly what I could see. It was uncut, kind of thick, about six and a half long, I think. He sure knew how to use it to swab out my throat, but I knew how to use my tongue to flick him over the edge. Right then, I just wanted to make him feel damn good, and that’s what I did. “Gonna cum, dude,” he grunted, and sure enough he did, in my mouth and all down my throat.

Kyle rolled me onto my back. He’d rimmed me like a pro, finger-fucked me; now I wanted something more up my ass to scratch my itch. I wanted to get fucked bad, and he wanted to do it to me. He dragged me by my hips to him, planted my ankles on his shoulders. He stared directly into my eyes as he guided his condom-sheathed cockhead to my lubed hole and began to press forward. I relaxed and pushed down to meet him. His cockhead slid in, followed by a good portion of his shaft. He gave me a few seconds to get used to it, then started gliding in and out of my, slow strokes getting longer and more demanding as he went. Dylan’s hand found my cock and he jerked me off while Kyle fucked me. Kyle’s cock started to hit my prostate, and I was in heaven.

Beside us, Kirk was standing on the mattress with Coach Tucker kneeling, sucking Kirk off. Kirk pulled out and jacked himself a time or two; he turned our way and came hard, spurting cum all over my chest and belly. Dylan wiped up some of the cum and wiped it on my cock, using it as lube as he jacked my rod. I couldn’t hold out, couldn’t resist what they were making me feel any longer—I threw back my head and bellowed as an orgasm shattered through every part of me.

I lay there, totally spent. Kyle pulled out and pulled off his condom. He pulled on his prick and pretty soon his breathing turned ragged and he was shooting a huge load all over me. He collapsed on top of me, exhausted, and his lips found mine. We kissed. The others were falling around us, warm bodies and limbs cuddling all around us. We were all worn out. I felt really content and spend. I wrapped my arms around Kyle, kissed him again, and closed my eyes and started to give in to my exhaustion.

I woke up the next day when Mark climbed off the bed and started looking for his clothes. Kirk and Alexi and Kyle were still sleeping around me. The shower was on. Mark pulled his underwear and jeans on. He looked over at me, gave me a grin and a wave before he slipped out the door.

I sat up on the edge of the bed and flexed my chest and arms, yawning and stretching out the kinks. I needed to pee pretty badly but I didn’t want to disturb whoever was taking a shower.

Right then, the bedside alarm clock went off, and everybody else jerked awake. We all looked pretty sheepish, I guess, sitting there naked with some dried cum here and there on us, but I didn’t feel embarrassed at all. Before any of us could do anything about it, Coach Tucker knocked on the door and told us to get our asses in gear and get out to the bus inside half an hour for the trip home.