The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

CHAPTER ONE:

Kyle and I were best friends. We’d met each other in the 4th grade and instantly had that “best friend vibe” which stayed that way all through grade school and even into high school. It was in high school that we sort of went our separate ways socially. Kyle was more into school, and I was more into sports. I was the QB on the Varsity football team and worked hard to develop my physique while Kyle didn’t care about much of anything besides the next test. But we remained friends, and even our different social cliques didn’t change that.

From the very beginning I had a thing for Kyle’s dad, Mr. Simpson. He was 6′1″ with short jet-black hair in a Caesar cut, and the guy was always in shape. He didn’t jog for exercise -which was the fad back then—he lifted. He sported the thick neck, the square shoulders, and calves that were absolutely rock solid. The man worked hard and it showed.. He was smart too, which is probably where Kyle got his brains. Mr. Simpson was a lawyer, and a very successful one at that, with his picture appearing in the paper every so often.

All through our friendship I loved being over at Kyle’s house, because he was my bud, and because of my crush on his dad. It was probably the latter which helped to keep our friendship going as we both neared graduation. I had started school late so I was already 18 when I became a senior. I liked school, and I liked guys, but managed to keep that a secret. Every day at school seems just like the one before it, and then finally it was Friday, the end of the week..... and I was definitely ready for the weekend. It was a normal day, and yet I remember everything so clear.....as it was the day my life changed forever.

I was hanging in the hall with some of my teammates from football when I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was Kyle. Someone in the group let out a snicker as everyone turned to look at him. Kyle was all about 5′ 7″, thin as a rail, with a bad complexion that got noticed before he did which was too bad as he really was a nice guy. A nerd sure, but a nice guy too.

“Hey Mike, can I talk to you a sec?” he asked?

“Yeah , what’s up?” I said turning away from my other friends.

“My Mom’s Aunt died last night and I’m leaving with her after 2nd period. Can you do me a huge favor?”

I sighed. Knowing Kyle, the ‘favor’ probably had something to do with picking up his homework”. “Sure”, I offered. “What is it?”

“Can you pick up my science project from the Vice Principal’s office after school and take it to my house? They canceled the Science Fair and I can’t let my project just sit around the school. Can you help me out?”

I knew it. Kyle was my friend, but c’mon! He really wanted me to lug his science ‘thing’ to his house after school? I had plans, and that wasn’t on the list.

“ I thought you were leaving. You want me to keep that thing at my house all weekend?”

“Nah, take it to my house. My dad’s gonna be home and Mom and I’ll be back Tuesday. Will you do it?”

Suddenly it didn’t seem like such an imposition since I knew I’d get to see his Dad. I grinned, “Yeah I’ll do it. But you owe me”.

Kyle sighed, “No prob bud. One thing though, Dad’s been up all friggin night every night this week, working on a case, so you might have to knock kinda loud. Just please don’t leave it outside. I’ll see you Tuesday, Okay?”

I waved him off, “Tuesday”. And he disappeared down the hall. Suddenly I was even more excited than before for the weekend to begin.

“Two more blocks to go damnit! And this thing is freaking heavy”, I thought. This time....Kyle really did owe me as I struggled to hold on to both my back pack and his stupid box of .....stuff. I managed to set my pack down and shifting the box to the left rang the doorbell with my right elbow. I knew Mr. Simpson was home because his Ford Expedition was in the driveway. The minivan was nowhere to be seen which meant Kyle and his Mom were well on their way out of town by now. There was no answer, so I rang the bell again and then remembered what Kyle had said about his Dad—that he was probably passed out from exhaustion, so I knocked.....loud.

Finally I heard the sound of approaching footsteps followed by locks being turned. The door swung inward and there was Mr. Simpson, still wearing his navy suitwhich fit him perfectly. The jacket looked a little rumpled like he’d been sitting for a long time while wearing it. His dark hair was tousled and his 5’oclock shadow really set the picture. This guy was a stud even when he looked like hell. I could feel my cock starting to twitch.

“Hey Mike. Kyle’s not here, he’s going to be gone all weekend.” Did I mention his voice? He had that strong baritone sound that sort of made the very air resonate when he spoke.

“Uh yeah, he asked me to pick up his science project and bring it home for him. Can I come in?”

He stared at me with his bleary eyes for just a second—man this guy was tired! “Sure”, he smiled. “Come on in”. And he extended his arm to hold the door open for me.

I carried the box into the living room and glanced around for a place to set it down.

“Just put it on the table in the Kitchen, Mike”.

“Sure thing” I said lugging the box to the table. Once my arms were free I took a second to glance around and catch my breath, and then I noticed how quiet it was. Funny how a house can get that special brand of quiet when the people who bring the life into it’s walls are away. It was kind of creepy, because when I say it was quiet, what I mean is there was literally no noise. No T.V,, no stereo, not even the sound of an incredibly hunky man puttering around. I walked back through the kitchen, past the dining room and peered into the living room. There he was sitting back in an overstuffed brown leather recliner with his eyes closed. The guy was asleep! At least that’s the way it looked. I started to head back to the front door to let myself out, and something made me want to take a closer look. After all, what could it hurt? Right? I turned around and walked very softly toward my best friend’s dad. In his hand was an empty tumbler resting on the arm of the chair, and on it’s side next to his feet was an empty bottle of scotch. He wasn’t just tired, even though he looked exhausted.....he was stone cold drunk as well. I knelt down to feel the carpet next to the bottle and it was completely dry. Mr. Edwards was one hell of a drinker! My heart was beating faster as I looked him over....and as I continued to let my eyes wander over this dark haired stud of a man......I began to form a plan.

Maybe the plan began to form ME. I don’t know, it was like I was on auto pilot or something.....all my sexual fantasies and urges sort of screamed for action and my brain and body were working to satisfy them. I went back in the kitchen and opened up the box I’d lugged home for Kyle. I’d listened to him drone on and on and on about his gizmo for the science fair for what seemed like forever. It was a HSLE projector. “HSLE” stood for High Speed Learning Enhancer. It was designed to help unmotivated students with their class work by projecting data at high speeds through a focused strobe. According to Kyle, it worked subliminally, which of course everyone knows about, but his tinkering had refined the whole process. It was really very simple. Electrodes were attached to the subjects head and connected to a lap top which in turn was connected to the strobe projector Kyle had practically invented. He had spent all summer writing the code for the program to read the signals from the electrodes, which worked to match or rather synch those signals from the subject to the strobe projector. The strobe then worked it’s magic by inducing a sort of underground link or pipe line to the subconscious transmitting whatever data you wished to learn. Theoretically you could learn every detail of your history class in 15 minutes the night before the big test and ace the whole thing.....it was every students dream. I paused for a minute, re evaluating the circumstances before me. I knew there was a good chance this could work. Mr. Simpson had been surviving for days without much sleep, and when he was finally able to be alone and relax in a quiet house all alone for 3 days, he’d helped himself to at least a half bottle of scotch. The real question was....did I have the guts to do this? My heart was beating so fast I could practically hear it. Then, taking a deep breath I lifted my best friends science gadget out of the box and headed for the living room.

I sat the projector on the coffee table and adjusted it so it faced Mr. Simpson, tilting the reflector lamp up so it pointed directly toward his face. The electrodes stretched easily and I paused just a moment before gently licking each one and ever so carefully sticking them to the three points on the forehead. He didn’t move a muscle. The beauty of it all was that the subject didn’t have to be awake to receive the data, in fact it was more effective while they were unconscious.

Sitting down on the small couch, I powered up the laptop. I knew exactly what I was going to write. My fingers began typing and after a couple minutes I was ready to proof the info I wanted to go into Mr. Simpson’s subconscious.

“ I need to obey Mike. Mike is strong. Mike is gorgeous. I want to obey Mike. I need to obey Mike. When I obey Mike, I am happy. I am gay . Mike is gay. I am weak, and gay and must obey Mike who is strong, sexy and gay. Mike is a very wise Man. It is good to obey Mike. I want to obey Mike. I am happy when Mike is happy. I will obey Mike”.

I looked at the words on the screen. The message was simple, direct and short. Now, it was all or nothing. I was almost shaking as I sat the laptop back on the coffee table and reached for the connecting cable. Plugging it in, I gazed at Mr. Edwards. He was snoring slightly, and looked so relaxed, innocent, and so ruggedly handsome. I wondered if my idea would actually work, and how things might change if it did. As I clicked the enter data key....it sounded like a steel door in the quiet room. The projector began to power up, and then.... it began. The light was really bright, and Mr.Simpson reacted, only slightly furrowing his brow because of the sudden stimuli. However, he didn’t move and the rapidly blinking light clicked away sending my message directly into his brain.

I could’ve watched him for hours, he was so handsome, but I needed to get home and start the next phase of my plan.

CHAPTER TWO:

I sprinted down the block to my house and skidded to a stop at the back door. My mom was inside cooking dinner, and I new I’d better act casual. If I was too excited she’d get that ‘mom vibe’ and know something was up...which it actually was but I held my backpack in front of me to hide that. <grin>.

I opened the door and stepped into our kitchen.

“Hey mom, I’m home”

She turned around and looked at me with that look we all get from time to time. “Well it’s about time” she said, Where’ve you been?”

“I had to help Kyle lug his Science Project home, and we got to talking.”

She smiled. Mom had encouraged Kyle’s friendship with me from the beginning. “How’s he doing?” she asked

I did my best to act nonchalant. “Oh he’s fine. He was wanting me to come over and spend the weekend, but I’ve got other plans”. I lied.

She raised an eyebrow. “Really? Like what?”

Her voice had ‘that tone’ to it which was really saying “Oh so you have plans? Plans that I know nothing about and haven’t ok’d " ?

“Yeah, I was going to hang out with Bill and the guys from school. We’re going to break in the car he got for graduation.” I knew she couldn’t stand my friend Bill. Truth is neither could I, but he was an effective button to push.

She chuckled. “That sounds interesting. But I don’t think so.”

I looked up, widening my eyes for effect. “But I told the guys I’d be there!".

“You really thought I’d ok your spending time with a kid like that who just got a new car? She shook her head. " I thought you knew me better than that Mikey”.

Inside I was doing that little dance the kid in “Home alone did when he outsmarted the adults”. I sunk back in my chair trying to sulk. “There goes my weekend”. I mumbled just loud enough to be heard.

She stopped what she was doing and turned to face me. “Not necessarily. I believe you have an invitation to spend the weekend at Kyle’s house don’t you?” she asked.

“Well, yeah.....I guess so”.

“There you go. I’ll have dinner ready in a minute and when you’re done you can have the whole weekend to spend at Kyle’s house”. She smiled and lightly snapped the dish towel at me. “You’ll have plenty of fun. You’ll see.” She offered turning back to dinner.

My face brightened just a little. “Yeah mom, I think I will have fun this weekend”.

Did I know my mom or what?

Dinner was good. It’s always good, but I didn’t really taste a bite as I fought to contain my excitement. While I was at home eating dinner with my parents, passing the rolls, using too much ketchup and making small talk.....just down the block the man of my dreams was having a few new dreams of his own.

After dinner I quickly packed some clothes in my workout bag and saying my goodbyes, headed over to my best friend’s house.

I went around back where I could just see through the window in the back door. Mr Simpson was just where I’d left him a couple hours ago, and from the flashes of light reflecting off the walls, I could tell the machine was still doing it’s work.

Quietly opening the door I went inside. The house was still quiet as could be except for the clicking of the projector. I went over to the table and pulled out the paper that Kyle had authored on his new invention. It was too bad about the Science fair, I’m sure he would’ve won a prize. The paper was more like an instruction manual. It listed the schematics...which I already knew, and a whole bunch of useless information, and then I got to the last page. It read:

“This unique delivery method of data dictates that it should only be used for no more than 10 minutes at a time with a rest period of 30 minutes between sessions. Pro longed exposure could quite possibly affect the user in extreme ways, and would pose a high risk of modification or injury to the brain”

“SHIT!!!” I half yelled. Glancing at the clock I figured Mr. Edwards had been exposed for 3 hours and 35 minutes. I started to sweat. If this turned out badly I could be doing some serious jail time. I ran into the living room, banging my knee on the coffee table. His face was twitching, but his eyes were still closed. I pulled off the electrodes which stopped the strobe. The empty glass he had been holding when I left earlier was in pieces on the floor and his hand was bleeding. He’d shattered the glass! I knew I was done for as I turned to switch off the equipment. As I turned off the power I heard him moving and groaning slightly. I turned around and he was sitting forward, rubbing his eyes.

I swallowed hard. “Mr. Edwards.....are you okay?” I croaked.

He kept rubbing his eyes for a second and then looked up at me. He was still bleary eyed, but he kept looking at me as if he was trying to remember something. “Yeah, I’m fine. Must’ve dozed off for a second, Mike. Sorry about that”.

That was a relief. “You look like you feel better” I offered, “That nap must’ve done you some good”.

.His face brightened. “You know you’re right Mike. I do feel better” He shook his head, surprised at the thought. “That nap must’ve done me some good”. Running his hands through his hair he kind of sat there collecting himself.

He was alright. Thank God. Suddenly I was so relieved I hadn’t injured him, my diabolical plans seemed a far away fantasy. Almost like they’d never even happened. “If you’re okay sir, I guess I’d better head home.”

As he looked up he had this expression on his face like he was seeing me for the first time. He just kind of looked at me, but remained quiet.

“Mr. Edwards? You okay”.

He smiled. “Yeah I’m fine. I guess you’d better head home if you have to Mike. You’re a very wise man”.

‘A very wise Man’? That was a weird thing to say, it was just like what I.........what I.....programmed the ESEL with.” My heartbeat quickened. Maybe just maybe........

“Well I could always hang out here with you and watch some TV or something.” I said as casually as possible.

His smile broadened showing off his perfect white teeth. “That would be great! I’d like some company. Let me find the remote”. He stood up and gestured toward the couch. “Go ahead and have a seat”. I sat down on the couch and just watched. My fantasy stud was suddenly full of energy. He quickly crossed the room to a big armoire, opening the doors and revealing a big T.V. Quickly, he took off his suit jacket and tossed it on the floor. As he was searching for the remote I had a great view of him from behind. Thick, jet black hair cut short at the neck, broad shoulders with a tapering back inside a rumpled but still crisp white shirt and a bubble butt you could bounce quarters off of hidden in his black dress pants. What a view! He grabbed the remote off of one of the shelves, and turned back toward me. He started to head to where I was sitting but paused, kind of confused. Not sure what to do myself.....I sort of half nodded beside me, and he responded with a smile and came over to the couch. He sat down heavy, and really close. Not touching, but close enough so that I could feel the heat of his body next to mine.

He turned on the T.V. and started flipping through the channels kind of fast. He seemed a little nervous, but in good spirits. “Anything you’d like to watch?” he asked.

I thought I’d try an innocent test. “I don’t care” I said. “I never get to touch the remote at home” I lied.

He stopped flipping the channels immediately, and paused for a second. Then, offering me the remote he said, “Here, you deserve this then. Besides, you’re such a good kid, you should be happy’.

There it was again! It was looking more and more like he had absorbed my commands”. I took the remote and began flipping. As I got to the higher channels, the programming changed, and it was obvious these were the ‘adult’ channels. Now normally that wouldn’t have flown well. After all, even though I’m eighteen, I’m still a kid, but he never said a word, just sat there watching the T.V. as I paused on some of the more ‘Adult’ programs. I settled on an HBO documentary on sex, waiting to see if this brought any reaction at all. It didn’t. He just sat there beside me, watching the television. He might as well have been watching the Home and Gardening channel because there was no reaction at the content on the screen. And content is was! The segment was dealing with a dominatrix and she was directing her slave, a man wearing a leash and dog collar to lick her boots and crawl around on the floor while she spat obscenities at him. Pretty heavy stuff for anyone let alone someone who’d just turned 18.

“So what do you think about that”? I asked.

He cocked is head a little. “I think it’s.....interesting” he said. “Not really my cup of tea though”.

That “now or never” voice came back in my head. And I said, “I like it”. In fact I think all men should want to be like that guy with the collar and have someone treat them that way.”

“You know, you’re right”, he said, “I do too.” and getting up, he disappeared down the hall.

He was only gone a few moments, but I was sure he was calling my parents or a medical professional to come get me. Then he was back. He had grabbed a dog collar and leash from the front hall and stood in front of me. He looked confused as if he was trying to sort something out, but then he held them forward. “Kyle and Linda took sport with them so I wouldn’t have to have a dog underfoot all weekend.". Again he paused, and then, “Would you mind putting these on me?” he asked, “You’re right Mike. I think all men should want to wear these. Would you treat me that way? " My mouth fell open. The sight of this stud lawyer wanting me to put a collar and leash on him was too much. His thick fingers were sort of rubbing the leather collar, and it almost looked as though he was getting ‘excited’ if you know what I mean. His face was totally innocent though, as he stood and waited for me to take the leash and collar, and treat him like a piece of shit, but what did I do? I laughed out loud........ more out of shock and nervousness than humor. Without a doubt, I now knew my plan had worked.

He looked concerned. “Is something wrong”? he asked.

“I don’t think you need to wear those, Mr. Edwards. Why don’t you just sit down. You and I are going to have a talk”.

CHAPTER THREE:

As soon as I said that, he immediately sat down on the coffee table facing me. His eye’s were clear and he just waited to hear what I had to say. Leaning forward slightly, and looking him directly in the eye, I said, “Why don’t you recite your lesson”

Without missing a beat he began, “I need to obey Mike. Mike is strong. Mike is gorgeous. I want to obey Mike. I need to obey Mike. When I obey Mike, I am happy. I am gay . Mike is gay. I am weak, and gay and must obey Mike who is strong, sexy and gay. Mike is a very wise Man. It is good to obey Mike. I want to obey Mike. I am happy when Mike is happy. I will obey Mike”. I was so excited I thought I was going to squeal. Not only did he recite the reprogramming perfectly, he did it so casually! His deep voice spouted his ‘lesson’ like he was reading a grocery list. My face had to be red from my exhilaration, but he just looked back at me, patiently waiting for our talk. I had the stud of all my fantasies sitting before me, and all of those fantasies were about to come true. He would do anything I told him to but.........I didn’t want a robot. I had an idea.

Mr. Simpson, everything you just said is the absolute truth, and of course I know that because, well....I’m a very wise man. Don’t you agree?” He nodded enthusiastically. I’m going to count backwards, from three to one, and when I say ‘one’, I want you to relax and go to sleep. You will concentrate on the sound of my voice and be able to hear me perfectly do you understand? He shook his head and as began to count, his eyes drooped, and as I reached ‘one’, his head hung down. “Mr. Simpson, in just a moment I am going to count to ten. When I reach the number ten, you will be completely awake and refreshed. You will also be your normal self with no memory of this afternoon......other that what I am going to tell you now. Do you understand?” I asked.

“Yeth” he answered thickly.

“Good. When you wake, you will believe it is normal for me to spend the weekend with you alone. In fact you’ll believe it was your idea. You like me, you always have. You will regard me as a very strong, incredibly attractive, and wise man—a friend of yours rather than your son’s. You will have limited free will. If I disagree with you about something, and use the words ‘In my opinion’ you will defer to my point of view no matter what it is, knowing and believing that it is absolutely correct and true. Do you understand?”

“I underthand” he replied.

“Mr. Simpson, If I ever say ‘you’re such a baby’, you will instantly become a three year old baby. You will talk, walk and behave exactly as a three year old would, until I tell you otherwise. Do you understand?”

“Uh huh”.

“Now, this part is very important. If I ever say ‘my feet are hot’, your own feet will begin to grow hotter and hotter. You will then realize that you do not know how to untie your shoes, and you are unable to get them off your feet. As they continue to grow hotter you will realize that only I know how to get them off. No one else can help you. You will finally ask me to get them off for you, and I will explain what is involved for me to do that. You will accept whatever I say as the complete truth and you will believe and follow that truth. Do you understand”

“I will believe....and follow”.

This was going to be fun. As I counted to ten he grew more alert and finally, he opened his eyes, and slapped his hands on his knees. “Well bud, looks like we’ve got a whole weekend to fill. We’d better get started before time gets away from us don’t you think?”

“I sure do, Mr. Simpson”. I smiled. ‘Let’s have some fun”.