The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“You won’t believe what happened at work today.” Munroe said as he entered our apartment. I was was having a cold one with Travis, he had just passed me his tin of copenhagen so i didn’t have to get up to go to the fridge and open another. Weis was stripped, collared and curled up next to my legs. Our skindog had a nice lipper of cope in, too. I had a day from hell at the chopper shop that i finally got a job at. Jasse, the owner was on a tear all day. His ex-wife came in first thing after we opened the doors and spun him up but good. So all us worker bees had to pay for her pissing him off all day. I wasn’t sure that i was up for Roe, but he was hell-bent to fill us in on the details.

“So this guy comes in, and he looks military, but wasn’t a marine.” he noted. And a big note it was. We lived in a marine corps town. Other than a few errant navy guys we didn’t see other branches very often. “He sorta keep watching me. Checking out my tats and my piercings.” Roe continued. “I’d look at him and he’d glance away, but there was no mistaking he kept checking me out. So when the line thinned out, I went over to the racks that he was thumbing through and chatted with him. He just got back from Iraq and was with some army unit.”

“Was he in uniform?” i asked, trying to decipher what my little brother was trying to tell us.

“Naw. He was in civvies.” Roe responded, picking up on the way we talked around the house. “Anyway, he said that he got out right after his unit got back and they processed him out. He didn’t want to go back home so thought he’d come down here and see what life was like in this part of the country. Seemed like a nice enough of a guy. Here’s the funny part.” Roe paused for dramatic affect. “I look square at him and say, “are you queer or something?” and his face just turned red as shit and then he looked away.”

I started laughing, just envisioning the scene. Travis sat there nuzzled up to me, listening intently. “I hope you were easy on him.” was my reply.

“Oh, I was. When I saw his reaction, I went up to him and waited for him to look back up and told him, “that’s okay, i’m a faggot, too.” Roe went on to tell of how the guy sorta relaxed and let down his guard after Roe’s revelation to him. The man ended up giving my brother his phone number at one of the cheaper hotels in the area. The ones that rent rooms by the week. I asked Munroe if he planned getting in touch with him.

After a bit of thought Roe came back with “yeah, I think I just may....” as his voice drifted away. Well, since we were heading into a weekend, my thought was there was no time like the present.

So i urged Roe to give the guy a call. “Did you get his name?” i asked.

From the sheepish look, i could tell Roe didn’t. “Ahhhh. Kevin. His name’s Kevin. As he fumbled with the paper that had the guys number and obviously his first name too.

“I’m gonna go pick him up and have a drink or three. I’ll be back in a while. Either with or without him.” smiling, Roe stated as he packed himself a nice fattie of copenhagen in his lower jaw. His small empty gatorade bottle that he used as a spitter was picked up off the table along with my car keys and he was gone.

Now it was just me, Travis and our skindog. Alone in the house. Travis and i could talk right in front of Weis. It apparently was all gibberish that we were speaking as far as our little skindog knew. Weis was now to the point where he was but a well trained dog. He recognized his name, could do commands such as beg, roll-over, play dead, heal and such. His diet was that of a good kibble formula. The nutrition was rounded enough that a human could eat it with no detrimental effects. We did teach our skindog to drink from our piss slits. Life was good. We could sit there drinking our newcastles and when we needed to relieve our bladders we only had to call our skindog into action. Weis would lap up our streams and never spill a drop.

Our pup had drank from us until his own bladder was distended. He was whimpering and Travis and i knew the reason. We took a bit of perverse pleasure in asking him if he was horny, if it was ready to go to bed and all sorts of other things before landing on the question we knew it was ready to respond to.

“Has pup gotta go potty?” i personally thought Weis was gonna piss right there on the floor from his reaction. He wagged and wiggled and whined as soon as the words left my mouth, making sure his skins knew what he needed. Even though Travis and i both knew exactly where his leash was, we made this big scene searching around for it. We both took a pause to put a fresh load of copenhagen in our jaws. Travis even was to the point of pulling his smooth meat from his bleachers and started stroking it. Teasing Weis, he told him that he had to piss again, and to get over and service him. The look of panic in Weis’ eyes was obvious. However his training was too solid for our pup to refuse. He obediently worked himself in front of Trav. My mate must have had a playful streak in him that felt like surfacing. He started smacking his slick rod on the sides of Weis’ muzzle. There was both lust and frustration was evident in weis, but he complied and was soon salivating at the rod dancing before him.

Roe came back to the apartment. Empty handed and alone. “Yeah,” he said upon seeing us, “Kevin was army and just got out. He professed that he wanted to be a real army dog, but he didn’t push any of the right buttons on me, mates.” And so the prospect of bringing another dog into the family appeared to be off for the time being.

“Mate, I have to tell you what your little brother mentioned last night.” Travis nearly whispered to me, even though it was only the two of us in the place. Soon the discussion that Roe had brought up was all laid out before me. I was both a bit hurt and puzzled that my mate, my brother had thought of turning his older bro into another Weis. He was obviously getting a bit too big for his britches and i plotted with Trav on getting my mate back where he’d show me the proper respect that i expect.

It was a bit after 11pm when Roe arrived home from the record store. Since the following day he didn’t have to work, i told him to clean up and get ready for a show that the three of us were gonna watch. Travis mentioned that he had been working on a special program on the computer that would put all of us into a true skinhead-muscle pumping mode. Roe went and got himself showered and comfortable. He loaded his lower and upper lips with about half a can of cope. He, like the rest of us had gotten into the habit of really loading our mouths up when there was something special for us to check out. Before getting settled onto the sofa, he ordered Weis over to not only take care of the cold one that he had upon arrival, but wanted Weis to sniff his arse, too. This was all going to Roe’s head and i shot a conspiratorial glance in Trav’s direction when he ordered Weis to go around behind him after drinking his second hand beer. Roe was none the wiser as to what was about to happen. There was no way that Roe would notice that the headsets for Travis and i weren’t turned on, only his. We all parked in front of the big screen, with our newcastles and spit cups. We were all well packed, too. A single can was opened and used between the three of us. Travis keyed in his password and soon, on the tv a modified version of what turned Weis from marine to house pet commenced playing. Roe was sitting on the floor between myself and Trav. We were on the sofa, just behind him. It took only a couple minutes before Roe was sucked into the program so that the two of us could remove our headsets and move about. Roe was oblivious to our actions. We all had enough of the programming run through us that we went into the zone very quickly. Roe, for some reason, maybe his age, maybe something else that i hadn’t figured, seemed quicker to being drawn in to the lights, images and messages that flashed before his eyes. I won’t say that the rest of us are immune, because all of us were susceptible to them, but Roe definitely exhibited more profound reactions from the programming than any of the rest of us.

The special juiced-up version of the puppy maker was no different. And it was all for him. The program automatically paused after repeating 6 times. That was right at two hours of intensive puppy indoctrination. Meantime Trav had a bowl with a newcastle poured in it. He placed it next to our new pup. When i removed the headset i waited for my little brother’s eyes to focus. When they did, i ordered him to drink up. He rolled to his side and very naturally started heading to it on all fours. It was a bit messy for Roe. He was lapping up the newcastle and still had his mouth packed with cope. Naturally some of it came out his mouth and floated in the beer bubbles. Roe, per instructions drank from the bowl thirstily.

As soon as our new pup’s thirst was quenched we took it into the bathroom. Trav lead it into the tub and ordered on it’s back. When it was ordered to, his piss started first at a trickle, then a full stream that worked its way up his denuded chest, past his copenhagen ladened mouth and soon was spraying the top of his head and over. As his piss stream began to slacken, he opened his mouth momentarily and lapped at the yellow water that soon came to an end.

“Back to the living room.” i ordered to Roe and took his lead from Travis and yanked him out of the tub. Roe lost his balance and toppled over the edge of tub. I then drew his lead tight and kept Roe on a short leash. I ordered him to “heel” and he quickly drew himself to proper position to my side. I slowly guided him back out to the front of the tv again and ordered him to open his mouth and packed him with a decent size load of cope. I should probably share a bit of the program that first turned Weis and now my former brother, now our skinpup, Roe. To the world he’ll still be one of us cope-dippin skins. I think i even love him more than when we were growing up, around each other all the time as kids.

As Roe was parked back in front of the tv, i readjusted his headset. When the program was restarted he would hear my voice. Driving both his body and mind into a restful and relaxing place.

“Relax, and breathe in. Breathe in you submission to your SkinMasters and breath out any memories before your true life as the skindog that you are..” my voice quickly put him to the point of mindless ecstasy from the many doses of my mantras that he had heard so many times before in the previous few months and now was quickly and most happily taken to another level of reality.

“Watch and become more than the pictures before your eyes. You see the pictures of the skins. You become more of a skin than what you see and are now. You see the pictures of the tattoos. You want more than what you see and are now.” my voice and the screen have totally absorbed my former brother’s existence.

Now Travis’ begins the another level of subliminals that flash on the screen along with the hynodisc in the background with the pictures of our converted pup’s visual references to it’s new self and what it becoming more of each passing minute. Beyond the voice that has taken over his being. These subliminals were flashing yet more re-enforcing information back the the basic brain of my brother/skinpup.

My voice continued, “...Watch and absorb the pictures before your eyes. You see the pictures of the piercings. You want more than what you see and are now. Watch as you become more than the pictures before your eyes. You see the pictures of dippers. You want to dip more than you see and what you are now. Watch as you become more than the pictures before your eyes. You see the pictures of dogs. You become more of a skindog than what you see and are now.” my directions had long ago bypassed my littler brother’s thinking mind and went directly to his controlling mind. The basest of ourselves.

“The dog that you truly are and have always wished to release can now surface fully and happily.”

My former brother was being transformed before my eyes. The visual treats, suggestions mind-fucks were countless and nearly endless...

“Hey, mate... you okay?....” Weis’s voice was drifting in the air just beyond my consciousness. “Mate...Mate...” His voice was drawing me to it. “Come on, mate, open your eyes and.... good, now focus on me... good.” as my eyes did able to gain hold of a single image, it was of Weis standing over me. I was splayed on the our bed. This isn’t where i had been. I was working on Roe. Where’s Roe?

“..ahhhh theeeere yaaa are maaaate...” as my eyes re-focused on my little brother. Travis was the next that my eyes moved to. My confused mind in a whirlwind. I couldn’t piece together the happenings of my recent past.

I’m nearly back now. The mate of old. The mate that Weis had originally made of me. For it was never Weis that was puppified. It was yours truly. The visions of Weis being turned into a mindless dog was actually me visualizing myself as him. The job that i thought i had gotten was nothing more than the head-space that my mates had put me in when they had to leave me alone while they worked.

As far as Roe being converted from human form to a canine skin. Monroe did join me for a bit in my dog head-space... it was the only times that my brother fucked me in the ass. I was the pup and he was the alpha dog that drove it home with pure lust and skin passion. The wispy memories floated in an ether land just out of complete recall, but i they were there and i was comfortable with them.

I later found that the army guy was all in my mind. He was really Munroe, using Kevin as a reason to get out of the house for a few minutes as my last deep conversion to dog-dom began. But i knew deep in my soul that the army guy really WAS my brother. That it was his wish that the only times he ever had or ever would ever fuck anyone; man, woman, pup... it was with me. My little brother was destined and truly wanting of being converted wholly and completely into a thuggish skin to the world and to be permanently our house pup, as i had been for the last couple weeks.

“If it’s good enough for my big bro...” he trailed off, the smile never leaving his face.. with that, we all loaded our lips with a fresh load of copenhagen. When were were all settled, i pressed the button on the computer starting the program they had used on me... soon his true conversion into our skindog would become reality. Man, i loved my little brother.