The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Part 1—Going to Class

Ryan was sitting in the most isolated computer cubicle he could find. It was his usual spot. The one where he could surf the internet without people seeing what he was looking at. Ryan knew that several people used the spot to surf for porn, just like him, he just doubted they were looking at quite the same sites. Ryan glanced up to check if anyone was in the area and continued reading;

The latino glanced at the control crystal in Bryan’s hand and found himself unable to look away.

“Hey, what’s going on?” he asked in a panicked tone.

“Everything is okay,” said Bryan. “You are relaxed and want to listen to me. In a moment you will follow me to my house. This will feel perfectly natural to you. Once there you will remove all of your clothing and stand at attention waiting for further instructions. Do you understand?”

“I understand,” the Latino said.

Bryan put away the crystal and said, “Good. Follow me.”

Ryan rubbed the growing bulge in his pants. He glanced at his watch and swore. “Damn it. Gotta go to class.” Turning off the computer, he grabbed his book bag and headed out.

It was a few minutes later when Ryan met the stranger as he walked to class. He strode directly toward Ryan, looking very intent—as if on a mission. Tall, but otherwise not terribly remarkable in appearance.

“There you are,” he said. “I’ve been looking for you.”

“Excuse me? Do I know you?” Ryan asked in a surprised tone.

“No, but I know you,” the man said, smiling. “I like what you read on the internet.”

Oh Shit! Ryan thought to himself, this guy must’ve been reading over my shoulder while I was in the library. He’d always been careful, but apparently not careful enough. It wasn’t like he wanted people to find out he was reading gay erotic stories, much less stories that usually involved mind control.

Ryan knew he must’ve blushed because the man said, “No, don’t worry. I’m not here to blackmail you or anything like that. I’m here to give you something. Something that from your taste in literature, I’m sure you’ll enjoy.”

“Hey, look. I don’t know what this is all about, but you must have the wrong guy.” Ryan was feeling a bit panicked. What the hell did this guy want?

The man just smiled and said very firmly, “No, you’re the right one. Just hear me out, okay?”

Ryan looked around. They were between two university buildings. Nobody else was within earshot, but there were some people in the area that Ryan could call for help if the guy tried anything. “Sure, what’s this all about? What would I want from someone I’ve never even met?”

The man held a small bag filled with what looked like white powder. “Here, this is yours now. It will let you do what you’ve always wanted. You can use it to control people’s minds. You’ve fantasized about it for so long, isn’t it time you lived your fantasy?”

The guy was clearly off his rocker, Ryan thought. He didn’t look crazy though. He actually looked pretty normal. “Give me a break. This stuff is supposed to be some sort of mind-control drug?”

“I don’t have much time,” the man said. “Take it. Mix about one quarter of the bag in one gallon of water. It’s odorless, colorless and tasteless. You can add it to punch or tea with no problem.”

Ryan took the bag, still skeptical.

“I can tell you don’t believe me yet.” The man smiled. “Five minutes after someone drinks this they will become programmable. Anything they hear for the next 30 minutes causes permanent alterations in their thinking. They won’t remember anything that happens during that 30 minutes unless you specifically tell them to.”

The man turned and began to walk away.

“Hey wait!” Ryan said. “You’re just giving this to me, and leaving? Who are you?”

“All in good time. We’ll meet again, soon.”

And then he was gone.

Ryan put the plastic bag in his pocket and slowly continued on his way to class.

Part 2—Mix it up

This has got to be some sort of joke, Ryan thought as he walked inside his house. It just doesn’t make sense. Why would someone give this away, even if they could make it? He’d been thinking the same thing for the last two hours and still hadn’t come up with anything that made sense. It had to be a really strange joke.

He walked up the stairs to his room and threw his backpack on his bed. Downstairs he could hear people moving around in the kitchen and voices. Dan and Jason must be home. Dan and Jason had been his roommates for the last year. Both were straight, blond, blue-eyed jocks. Dan was about 6′1″. He had been a wrestler in high school and still helped out with the college team, though he didn’t compete. Dan was still very athletic. He drove Ryan crazy, running around the house wearing nothing but his tight bike shorts after a ride. Jason wasn’t as well built, but he wasn’t bad looking by any means. In fact, the two were fairly frequent stars in Ryan’s jerk-off fantasies. If the strange guy on campus was telling the truth, his roommates could be more than just fantasy material.

It wasn’t that Ryan was bad looking. He was actually a pretty good-looking guy. It was just that most of his fantasies involved taking control of hot looking straight guys...just like his roommates.

Perhaps a test would be in order, Ryan thought to himself.

Downstairs he heard the water turn off and the basement door close. Must be Dan, Ryan thought. Dan lived in the basement bedroom, while Jason and Ryan had the two upstairs bedrooms. Jason usually didn’t get home for another two hours.

Ryan checked to make sure he still had the powder and walked downstairs into the kitchen. He looked around to make sure Dan and Jason were gone. He quickly grabbed a package of powdered punch and emptied out the contents into a gallon pitcher. Checking quickly over his shoulder one more time, he pulled out the white powder and measured out about 1/4. He added that to the punch and then mixed the whole thing with some water.

After a few minutes, the punch was fully mixed. Ryan carefully sniffed it. Nothing. I hope he’s right about this having no flavor, because I’m not going to risk tasting it, Ryan thought.

Grabbing two glasses out of the cupboard, Ryan poured out two glasses of punch. He still had a lot of punch left. I wonder how well this stuff keeps? He put the punch in the back of the refrigerator.

Well, here goes nothing.

He walked downstairs to Dan’s room with the punch.

“Hey Dan, Jason. You two in there?”

The door opened. “Yeah, wuzzup Ryan?” Dan asked.

“I want you two to try out this kick-ass sports drink I just found! It tastes great, and it’s supposed to really help athletic performance.”

“Sounds cool,” Jason said. He was lying on Dan’s bed with an open physics book. There was an open book at Dan’s desk, so Ryan guessed the two had been studying together.

Ryan handed one of the glasses to Dan and then walked in and gave one to Jason. “Well, what do you think?” he asked, before they’d even tried it. Come on guys; drink it, Ryan thought.

“Tastes like punch,” Dan said.

“Yeah,” Jason echoed, drinking more.

“That’s the thing about it. It’s the first sports drink that tastes good!” Ryan said. “So do you like it?”

“I have to admit, it’s pretty good,” Dan said has he drank more. “I was planning on taking a bike ride later. I’ll tell you how it works.”

I hope I find out before then, thought Ryan.

“You guys mind if I come down and study with you?” Ryan asked.

“Sure,” Dan and Jason said at the same time.

“Be right back. I’ve got to get my books.”

As he headed upstairs Ryan glanced at his watch. 6:25pm. Well, so far so good, Ryan thought. I guess we’ll find out for sure in five minutes!

Ryan grabbed his backpack and hurried back down to Dan’s room. 6:27pm.

Dan’s door was still open. Ryan walked in and sat down in an empty chair. Jason had nearly finished his ‘sports drink’. Dan still had about half to go. They were both trying to get back to their studies. I hope they’ve had enough.

Ryan opened his backpack and rummaged around for a book. Grabbing one at random, he pretended to read while keeping an eye on Dan and Jason.

Dan was at his desk, turned slightly toward Ryan and Jason, flipping slowly through his class-notes. He took a sip of the punch and sat the glass down.

Jason was still on the bed with his physics book. He finished off his glass and sat it down as well.

6:30pm.

Well, if this stuff works, they should be feeling it by now, Ryan thought. He looked over at his roommates again. Dan had flipped to the last page of his notebook and was staring at the cardboard cover. Jason was staring at the same page. Neither was moving other than to blink occasionally.

“Do you guys feel ok?” Ryan asked.

“Yeah,” said Dan, not looking up.

“Feel fine,” said Jason staring at his book.

I think it’s working! This is too fucking cool! I better continue testing though, Ryan thought cautiously.

“Guys, you don’t want to study right now,” Ryan stated.

“Don’t want to study,” Dan said as he slowly closed his notebook.

“Yeah, no studying right now,” Jason said sort of mumbling.

The two were clearly in a very suggestible state. They both had midterms in two days and were dedicated students. Normally, nothing would pry them from their studies no matter how much they hated it.

Both of them were still not moving.

“Dan, why don’t you finish your drink,” Ryan said.

He drank it all down.

“Guys, look at me,” Ryan said. “I have something to say that you really want to hear.”

They both looked at him, not saying anything. They looked relaxed, eyes slightly glazed. “Want to hear what you have to say,” Dan said. Jason seemed a bit farther gone and didn’t say anything. He just looked at Ryan.

I’d better start out with something relatively minor, just in case this stuff doesn’t work as well as it’s supposed to.

“You guys look very uncomfortable,” he said.

“Feel uncomfortable,” Dan said as he squirmed a bit in his seat.

“Uncomfortable,” Jason muttered.

“When you’re at home you only feel comfortable when you’re wearing nothing but your jock-straps.”

“Yeah, jock-straps. Comfortable at home,” Dan said.

“Jock-straps comfortable.”

“That’s right. It’s totally natural to wear nothing but your jockstrap when it’s just us three here.”

“Totally natural,” Dan agreed.

“Just us three,” Jason said.

And just for good measure... Ryan thought.

“You loved the sports drink. Any time I offer it to you, you will drink it. You will drink the entire glass as quickly as you can without spilling. You will not drink it unless I tell you to.”

“Sports drink,” muttered Dan and Jason.

Seems like they’re both pretty gone now. 6:45pm. Fifteen minutes to go. Better keep this simple.

“Dan, Jason,” he said, making sure he had their attention. “When I next say ‘NOW’ you will go to sleep for 15 minutes. When you wake up you will find it very easy to study and retain all the information you need for your midterms. You will feel refreshed after your nap. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” said Jason.

“Yeah,” echoed Dan.

“NOW.”

As if he’d thrown a switch they were both out. Jason was passed out on the bed and Dan was asleep with his head on the desk. Now, let’s see what happens, Ryan thought with growing excitement.

Part 3—Run Program

Ryan sat back and waited. Twenty minutes later Dan began making waking up noises.

“Huh, did I go to sleep?” he asked, waking Jason up.

“Yeah, you two looked like you needed a short nap so I let you sleep,” Ryan said.

“I feel great,” said Jason. “I must’ve really needed that.”

“We better get back to studying,” said Dan. “The mid-term is in two days.”

The two started to study again. Ryan continued to pretend to study his book. I actuality he was intently studying his roommates. Both were squirming around a lot. After a few minutes of this Jason got up.

“I can’t seem to get comfortable,” he said. “I’ll be right back.”

Almost too excited to say anything, Ryan asked, “Where are you going?”

“I’ve have to change. I can’t study wearing this,” he said as he ran up the stairs to his room.

“Me too”, said Dan. “You mind leaving for a sec, while I change Ryan?”

“No prob. I’ll be right back,” Ryan said. He headed up to his room for a few minutes. A short time later he heard Jason head back down to study.

Ryan took a deep breath. Well, here goes, he thought, let’s see if it all worked according to plan. He headed back down as well.

When he got back to Dan’s room, he could see the commands had worked perfectly. Dan was sitting with his back to his desk talking to Jason. He was naked except for a tight jock. He looked totally at ease, with his legs slightly spread. Ryan let his eyes wander over his buff roommate’s bod. Tight washboard abs, well-built pecs with a light dusting of blond hair...and of course a well-stuffed package barely contained in his jock.

Jason was sitting on the edge of the bed in front of Dan. He was also more comfortable now. Thinner than Dan, but without an ounce of fat. Jason was normally very body conscious. Ryan had never seen him for more than a few moments without his shirt on. He had the body of someone training for a triathlon. He was naked as well...except for his jock strap of course. When Ryan’s eyes got down that far he did a double take. Shit, he must be hung like a mule!

Interesting, Ryan thought, it looks like they’re following the instructions perfectly. It’s funny that they’ll walk around in their jock straps, but still have a nudity taboo. I better really plan out what I want to say the next time I use this.

“You guys look a lot more comfortable,” Ryan commented.

“Yeah, man. It’s too hard to concentrate with all those uncomfortable clothes on,” said Jason.

“Aren’t you going change,” asked Dan.

“Naw, you don’t mind do you? I’m okay this way for now.”

Dan looked a bit skeptical, but said, “Sure, but I don’t see how you can study that way.” He turned around and began to study.

Jason climbed back up onto the bed and laid down on his stomach in front of his book. Ryan stood there for a moment gazing at Jason’s tight ass, framed by the white straps. He wrenched his eyes away and concentrated on keeping the growing lump in his pants from showing.

I can’t believe this. There’s no way their faking this. It’s all for real! He was getting more aroused by the moment.

“You know what guys? I’m going to go study upstairs,” Ryan said.

“Whatever,” said Dan sort of shaking his head.

As Ryan shot out of the room he heard Jason ask, “What’s his deal?”

“I dunno,” Dan said as they both began studying intently.

Part 4—Ryan’s Room

Later that evening after Ryan had jerked off to get his cock under better control, he laid on his bed looking at the ceiling thinking.

After Dan and Jason’s mid-term on Friday, the three of us are going to have a lot more fun together. I’d better plan out exactly what I want to program though. I don’t want anything screwing this up.