The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

It was 8:00 in the evening, and I was just settling down for a nice relaxing evening of TV. Then, my boy called, telling me he was home and that he wanted to see me. I was thrilled. I went upstairs to get changed, putting on a leather jockstrap and chest straps underneath my t-shirt and black 501’s with the outter fly removed. He had been programmed to respond to these thing on me, and they would make him quite horny. Throwing on a light jacket, I hopped in my car and drove over to his place.

He lived just outside the city, but otherwise close to where I lived, so it only took about 15 minutes to get there. Wanting to ensure he was in a suitable frame of mind from the moment I got there, I took off my jacket and left it in the car so that he could see the outline of the chest straps through my t-shirt as soon as I got in. Knowing that his nearest neighbour was a mile down the road, I also unbottoned two of the buttons on the 501’s. just enough that he’d be able to see a little of the leather underneath. I could feel my cock firming uncomfortably in the jockstrap as I thought of him. I liked teasing myself a bit, though, so I left it where it was.

Walking up to his door, I rang the bell and waited for him to answer. It didn’t take long. The door openend, and there was my boy looking more beautiful than ever before. It seemed every time I saw him, he looked even better. It was amazing what a little hypnosis could do for a boy, really. When I first met him a few months ago, he had been a mid-40’s, balding, slightly overweight hypnotist that I’d gone to for help quitting smoking. While he had certainly helped me to quit smoking, I’d turned the tables on him. I could remember with amazing clarity the day that I somehow hypnotized him and turned him into my little hypnoslave. Since then, with a little help from me of course, he’d turned into a god. While I knew he was in his 40’s, to me he looked like someone in his late teens or early 20’s, smooth, hot, with a 6-pack stomach, and beautiful tone all around. It had even changed the shape of his cock to be my ideal.

Everything about him screamed “twink” now, and everything in me screamed for him. I stood there, just staring at his beauty.taking it in rapturously. For a moment, I thought I saw his cock making a tent in his track pants, but when I looked closer, I realized that he was wearing 501’s, just as I would want my boy to wear. “Come in, my little rabbit.”

I was a lot like a rabbit caught in headlights when I looked at him, but how could I not be when he was so beautiful and so totally under my control. Responding to his invitation, naturally I went in. Immediately, I got on my knees with my head down and said “I’m here as you commanded, and I await your orders, Sir.” I had programmed him to respond to these words and my pose. Now, he would be totally under my control, and pleasure me as I wished. Most of the time, I didn’t even say anything unless he asked me a question. Hell, I usually didn’t even do anything except whatever he wanted me to do so that he could pleasure me. It was more relaxing and pleasurable that way. The role reversal of me calling him “Sir” had amused me ever since that first day, and I’d always kept it up. I called him “Sir”, and he called me “boy”. You have no idea what an incredible rush it is to hear someone calling you “boy” when you know that you’re the one who’s really in charge.

He closed the door and came around to stand in front of me, cupping my chin in one hand and forcing me to look up at him. I could have stared into his eyes forever. Eventually, though, he let go of my chin, and I resumed my former position. He leaned down and reached into the fly on the 501’s, massaging my already firm cock, stiffening it right up, quite painfully in its folded position. Enjoying teasing myself, I still did nothing to rememdy the situation, just admiring the bulge in HIS 501’s. Some part of me knew that a bulge that size should be impossible in jeans so tight, but it was just so beautiful to look at, I certainly wasn’t about to question a triviality like that.

I felt him undo my 501’s and cup my whole cock and balls in his hand, squeezing even more painfully. It was amazing how he could encourage me to tease myself, and push me right to the limit. I could see that bulge of his throbbing away, and it wasn’t long before he stood back up and let me get a look at the cock that had been hiding underneath. That too seemed to get more beautiful every time I saw it, and today was no exception.

I could hear him muttering to himself in pleasure, as he often did when I was around, but I was used to it by now, so I just ignored it. Knowing that he was powerless to resist my advances, I leaned forward and lightly began stroking his cock. I put my nose right up to the head and breathed in his musky scent. I could smell drying cum there from perhaps a few hours ago, and screwed up my face in protest. Tormenting myself further, I breathed in the scent again before burying my face in his fur. I absolutely loved his body’s smell and kept breathing it in for several minutes while I had him just stand there and enjoy it.

“How do you like what you smell, boy?”

“Your scent is beautiful, Sir, but I could have done without smelling the dried cum, Sir.”

“On the contrary, boy, I’m ‘shower-fresh’. Smell it again.” I knew what I’ d smelled, and there was no way he was going to convince me otherwise, but I smelled it again anyway, just to make him happy. I could always punish him for his impertinence later. Amazingly, there was no smell at all on his head now. There was just a slightly soapy smell, and a very strong smell of him. It was quite a nice smell, really. I always did prefer my boys perfectly clean and fresh out of the shower. I liked the smell so much, in fact, that I continued breathing it in several more times. It was a wonderful smell, all in all.

“That’s right, boy, I’m ‘shower-fresh’. Suck it, boy. Lick every last bit of cum off my cock.” There was nothing I enjoyed doing for a nice clean boy more than I enjoyed sucking his cock.sometimes even for hours on end. And knowing that he was fresh out of the shower and his cock was perfectly clean, I certainly had no objections. I had no idea what he meant about licking cum off his cock; he’d just told me that it was ‘shower-fresh’. I just dismissed it as being nonsense and got down to work. I licked every blood vessel, every vein, every bit of skin on his beautiful cock. I made a point of pulling down the foreskin and licking that area especially, though, it just tasted so good!

It only took a few minutes before I’d licked his whole cock and the taste of him had faded, so I switched to deep-throating and took him all in. It was hard to breath when I did that because of how big he was, but I had a fetish for breath-control. Knowing that he couldn’t help but force me onto his cock and suffocate me with it a little was a huge turn-on for me. I was in control and there was nothing he could do about it.

After only a few minutes, though, he yanked my head back using my hair as a handle. Pulling me to my feet by it, he led me into the dungeon in his basement. There were all kinds of implements there, including a sling, several whips and crops, different types of hand- and leg-cuffs, dildo’s, spreader bars, rope, chains, you name it. There was also the bed I normally slept in if I was here. It was the bed we always used for sex, I preferred it that way. He’d set this all up by my suggestion, of course.

Once we got there, he all but tore off my shirt and shoved my pants down just below my ass, grabbing it firmly and pulling me to him. Knowing what was coming, I tilted my head back as he smothered me with his mouth. I could feel his fingernails digging into my ass and only hugged him tightly, willing myself to somehow go into him, to become a part of him. I felt his finger probe the outside of my hole, none too gently, and tongue-fought even more rapidly with him, enjoying the added stimulus his fingers brought to the experience. He grabbed my hair with his other hand again, and yanked my head back till I thought my neck was going to break. His other hand still squeezed my butt cheek, his middle finger on the verge of dry entry. I loved every minute of it. He was all but raping me, and he truly didn’t suspect that I was in control.

Soon, though, he let go. I could see his cock throbbing and dripping with pre-cum. I watched as he smeared some of it around his head. “I think it’s time to for the ‘role playing game’, boy.” At the mention of the words, my cock tried to shoot up like some kind of spring-loaded toy, but it was still cramped inside the leather jockstrap I was wearing. I loved this game, because it made him so horny he’d do just about anything I wanted him to at that point. It was kind of like a game show, or something, actually. He’d tell me what he wanted me to be and I would do my best to immitate what he said, and do what it would do. It was a really fun game.

“Finish taking off your pants and we’ll get started.” I stripped them the rest of the way off immediately, throwing them into an empty corner of the room. “New role.” I turned to face directly towards him and stood staring into his eyes, waiting for him to tell me what I should be.

“Let’s start with a solemn monk, boy. You will pray on your knees with your forehead on the floor. You must let nothing interrupt your prayer. Nothing matters but staying in precisely that position, ignoring everything going on around you or happening to you. You will repeat the following prayer, quietly, over and over until I tell you to stop. I want you to say ‘I am my Master’s boy.’ Do you understand the role you are to play, boy?” I nodded. “Good, start now, boy.”

Immediately, I dropped to my knees and put my head on the floor, muttering the phrase over and over. Inside, I was smiling to myself. He never missed an opportunity to put me in the role of boy if he could. The irony of the whole situation was greatly amusing.

I felt him approach me, kneeling down to one side of me, his cock resting against my ass as he came in close. He rubbed his hand up and down my exposed crack, quickly settling his middle finger against my hole. I felt pressure against my hole as he started to push. This time though, he kept pushing, penetrating slowly but painfully as he did. I couldn’t let anything interrupt my prayer, though, so with a little strain in my voice, I continued. I could feel his finger caressing the inside of my ass, pressing up against my prostate. He moved it in and out slowly several times. It burned with no lube there, but I wasn’t about to stop him. I’d show him that no matter what he did, I could stay in role, so I continued muttering, trying to focus solely on my praryer, but in reality, focusing almost entirely on the pain in my ass.

It seemed like forever, but finally, he removed his finger from my ass. Then I felt the cold of lube being massaged into my ass, then something else. I soon realized that it was a butt plug. He pushed it in fairly quickly, watching me pant out my prayer as I tried to ignore it. Then it was in, and my sphincter clenched around the smaller radius of the base. I could feel it filling me and wanted nothing more than to reach around and pull it back out, but I wouldn’t. I was far too good at my role to ever break it for something like that. Only a life-threatening emergency would get me to break out of role.

“End role.”

I stopped my prayer and stood up, basked in sweat from all the panting. Now, of course, I could take the butt plug out, since the role was over. I reached towards my ass to take it out, but then I heard him say “new role.” Immediately, I turned to face him and stared intently into his eyes. Barely noticing the smirk on his face at having thwarted my efforts to remove the butt plug, I stood there willing the role I wanted to play to him.

“I know how much you like your ‘boys’", he sneered, “clean. So. You are a bar of soap. You will use your tongue to clean me anywhere I tell you. Like a bar of soap, you will clean me where I tell you for as long as I tell you, and be as thorough as I tell you. Do you understand the role you are to play, boy?” I nodded. “Good, start now, boy.”

It was amazing how well he could pick up my thoughts about what I wanted. The minute it was out of his mouth, I knew that that was exactly the role I had wanted to play next. I stood, patiently waiting for him to tell me what to clean. He came over and held his middle finger in front of my face.

“Do you know which finger this is, boy?”

I struggled with it a bit.a bar of soap doesn’t talk, after all. Clueing in, he added “you are a magic bar of soap, boy, you can talk. So I’ll ask again, do you know which finger this is, boy?”

“The finger that was up my ass, Sir?”

“That’s correct boy. Now in your duties as a bar of soap, I would like you to clean it off.” I immediately leaned forward and started to lick it off, making sure to get under the nail, and going right down to the base.

Now, you have to understand something here. Of course I wouldn’t lick off a finger that had just been up my ass normally. That thought was about the most disgusting thing I could possibly imagine. If anything, it seemed that since I had met my boy (What was his name, anyway? I could never remember), it seemed that my tolerance for raunch had gone down (which is saying quite a bit, actually, because there wasn’t really that far for it to go)! I used to enjoy a little precum, but now I hated it with a passion. I guess it’s all that time as an unmitigated Top.it makes you less tolerant of doing bottom-boy things. I’d always had a “clean” fetish, though. Sex only happened when you were straight out of the shower, or at least within an hour or so. There was certainly never any anal sex, and I wouldn’t even go near a guy if he’d taken a dump recently. Most guys thought that was just way too much trouble and gave up on me pretty quick.

That’s why I’d started to fantasize about hypnosis in the first place. Guys would do exactly what I wanted them to do without complaining. It was the ideal solution. I’d always had a huge thing about being in control anyway. Every fantasy I’d had since I was a teenager was about being in control. Most times, I’d imagine myself lying back and getting a blow job, but even as I’d cum as I fantasized, I would imagine cleaning up afterwards. Then, of course, I’d go into the washroom and wash myself off for real as well.

But in my current role as a bar of soap, none of that mattered. I mean, after all, a bar of soap doesn’t get disgusted by what it’s cleaning; it just cleans, of course. So naturally, that’s what I did.

After that was done, he had me move to his feet, then clean off the pre-cum for a good half hour or so. “You are in the soap-holder now, boy. You will stay there until you are instructed to clean something else.” I could hear him heading into the adjoining bathroom. Soon, he returned and lay down on his stomach on the bed.

“Boy, I just took a shit. I know how you feel about that, so I’ll need a bar of soap to clean out my ass. When I take you out of the soap-holder, I want you to come clean my ass for me. You must be very thorough, boy, you know how much you want it to be clean. I am taking you out of the soap-holder now, boy, and holding you near my ass. Come curl up between my legs and get your tongue ready to work.”

I smiled in absolute delight at how well he was taking advantage of my role. Nothing could have made me happier than to fulfil my mission as a bar of soap. Eagerly, I walked over to the bed and put my head in front of his ass. “Now spread the cheeks boy.” Being that close, I couldn’t help but smell it, of course. It looked fairly clean, but that soon afterwards, it reeked, of course. I didn’t care, though, I was just a bar of soap. “Now lean even closer, get right in there. That’s it. Now, my little bar of soap, I want you to clean.”

I licked his ass with a passion. I wanted nothing more than to make it the cleanest thing on his body by that point. I was absolutely revolted by its current state. I couldn’t imagine going anywhere near it in its current state, so I had to do my absolute best to clean it. “That’s it, boy, spread my cheeks as far as you can and stick your tongue into my hole as deep as you can.” I did. I must have kept it up for a good ten minutes until he stopped me.

“Is it clean enough yet, for you, boy?", he asked, shaking his head as though answering his own question.

“No, Sir,” I said, knowing it couldn’t get any cleaner, but somehow not yet satisfied with what I had done.

He flipped over and started jerking off a slowly, and then put me right back to work. I could feel his balls thumping against my face at regular intervals as I worked, slowly at first, then faster and faster. I tried to keep my tongue buried in his hole, but it became harder and harder as he got faster. Eventually, his whole body convulsed and he pushed my head away from his ass and held me there.

After he relaxed for a bit, holding my head, he looked at me and said it again.

“New role. You are a teenager. As such, the only thing you can think of is getting your rocks off. You want to do so several times in a row. I will move down to the foot of the bed. You will stand between my legs and jerk off until you cum. You must aim to get as much of it on my stomach as you can. You will then wait until you are told, and start again. If I give you and instructions along the way, you will follow them obediently, focusing only on your need to jerk off. Do you understand the role you are to play, boy?” I nodded. “Good, start now, boy.”

I waited for him to move to the foot of the bed, then did as he instructed. I was really excited. I felt a sexual energy in me that I hadn’t felt in years (though not that many years, in actual fact). It wasn’t long before I came for the first time. Almost immediately, he told me to start again. “But grab it high up and rub your head with your whole hand, boy.”

I grabbed my head with all four fingers, and started jerking off again. Naturally, that soon after the first time, I whimpered loudly in discomfort as I rubbed my whole hand over the hypersensitive head. I couldn’t stop myself, though, and kept whimpering for several minutes as I jerked off, until finally he told me I could jerk off normally. I moved my hand back down on my head and went at it in earnest. It took longer than the first time, of course, but soon, I felt the surge in my loins and my balls, and out came a second, more watery load.

“Go grab the large dildo and some lube from the shelf and bring it to me, boy.” I did. “Good, now turn around and bend over.” Again, I did, and soon felt the butt plug being removed and replaced by the dildo. “Now, when I tell you to start again, I want you to face me again, and kneel slightly so that I can see the dildo sticking out of your ass. As you jerk off, I want you to fuck yourself with the dildo, making sure that I can always see it going in and out. Start again now, boy.”

Oh, MAN! If you’ve ever cum twice, then stuck a dildo up your ass, you’ll know what I mean. It felt like it was a fucking baseball bat! I kept pumping it in and out, though, watching the evil glow in his eyes as he watched me in return. I liked that look in him, it made me feel so weak and vulnerable, but so in control. It must have taken me at least half an hour the third time, and what came out was about the wateriest dribble I’ve ever seen come out of me. Thankfully, he didn’t make me go for a fourth.

As instructed, though, I stood there and waited. He just looked at me and grinned. “That’s a lot of cum you just dumped on me, isn’t it, kid?”

“Yeah, I guess so, Mister”, I said, trying to respond as I imagined I would have when I was a teenager if I’d just done that.

“Why don’t you lick it all up for me?”

“Ewwww.no way, Mister, that’s just gross.”

He just laughed at me. I felt a little embarrassed, and he looked at me evilly and then dead-panned as he said.

“New role, boy. You are a cum rag. Come and lick all the cum off of my stomach. Do it now, boy.”

I went down on him, and swallowed what seemed like a cup-full of cum. I’d never really cared for the taste of cum, but whenever I hit a spot that was clearly his cum, it tasted like the best thing I’d ever had. As a cum rag, I didn’t let it show, though.

“Alright, boy, I think that’ll do for tonight. End game.”

He waited a minute until I got my bearings again. It was easy enough stopping a human role, then going back to being yourself, but after assuming several inanimate roles in a row, I was a little disoriented.”

“So, what do you think of what we did tonight.” I started to think about everything that had happened, and I promptly collapsed on the floor and curled into a foetal position. I hadn’t been in control at all! He’d been in control all along. I was.I didn’t have the words for what I was.frightened, disturbed, horrified, none of them seemed to be enough.

Then I remembered some of the things I’d done, and I started to retch. Suddenly, his voice was there again. “Sleep, boy.", and I slept. Incongruously, I noticed a concerned, caring look on his face just as my eyes shut. I don’t know what he said to me after that, but I remember throughout it that I could hear the concern in his voice as he talked to me. I remember there were questions, and I know I answered him honestly. And as he talked, I once again became aware of my growing control over him. I remember he told me he’d never take that away from me again.

Later that night, I became aware of where we were again. We were lying in my bed, with stiff, cum-stained sheets, just the way I’d told him to have them. We were both completely naked, and my boy was holding me in his arms. It was a quiet moment, and I reveled in how safe I felt there, how protected, loved, and nurtured I felt. I remembered what had happened earlier, but it didn’t bother me now. I knew that my boy would always take care of me, and love me the way I wanted.

I reached behind me and hugged him. We cuddled for a bit longer, and he whispered sweet nothings in my ear as my cock stiffened. Somehow I found the lube in my hands, and willed him to shut up and do what I wanted as I spread it all over his cock. Not long after, he had me pinned to the bed, fucking me long and deep as I spread my ass cheeks to let him in as far as he could go. It was painful letting him in that deep, but it was exactly what I wanted.

I was completely in control of my mid-40’s/20’s looking, overweight/toned six-pack, balding/hairy-on-top, smooth-all-over twink boy, and he was going to fuck me till I screamed, then fuck me some more, just like I wanted him to.