The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Coach left early the next morning. He needed to drop by his place for a shower and a change of clothes before heading to the university for the day. As he drove back to his apartment he smiled and rubbed his semi-hard cock through his jeans. He couldn’t believe how good he felt. In less than 24 hours he’d gone from straight to gay and had become Ryan’s fuck-slave! He knew it was because of the programming Ryan had given him, but despite this he wouldn’t change a thing. Apart from his ass being a little sore, he’d never felt this good or this focused. Becoming Ryan’s slave was the best thing that had ever happened to him.

On arriving at his apartment Coach quickly showered and changed clothes. Driving to campus, he reflected on Ryan’s plan for this Friday’s special wrestling practice. He was very pleased that he would have suchan important role in helping his Master. He would do everything he could to make sure nothing went wrong.

That Friday Ryan, Dan and Jason knocked on Coach Johnson’s door about ½ hour before wrestling practice. Coach opened the door and let his Master and fellow slaves into his office.

Once the door was closed and he was sure of their privacy, he said, “Master, everything is going according to plan. I’ve called a mandatory team meeting and reserved a room so we won’t be disturbed. As we thought, no other teams are scheduled to meet this late. Your wrestlers should be suiting up in the locker room right now. They’ll be showing up at the meeting room soon, Sir.”

Ryan smiled, thinking of ‘his wrestlers’, but simply said, “Good work, boy.”

Ryan turned to Dan. “Go with Coach Johnson to meet the wrestlers. Let’s stay cool and stick to the plan.

If anything goes wrong, though, let me know. ”

“Yes, Master!” Dan said as he hurried to comply.

“It’s a good plan, Sir. I’m sure everything will work,” said Coach Johnson.

Calls of “Hey Coach!” filled the hall as Dan and Coach Johnson met the team outside the reserved room.

“All right, everyone settle down,” said Coach Johnson. “As you enter the room Dan will be handing out a new sports drink that I want the team to try. This stuff really enhances your performance so unless you want to get thrown around on the mats today, you’d better drink up.”

Dan positioned himself in the doorway with a tray of filled cups, making each member of the team drink up before entering the room. As the last of the wrestlers filed in, Dan leaned over to Coach Johnson and said in a low voice, “They’re all here except for Mitch.”

“All right,” said Coach. “You wait outside the door for him. I’ll take care of the rest of the team. You know how to handle Mitch.”

Coach Johnson went inside the team room and closed the door behind him, leaving Dan to guard the door.

Dan was slightly annoyed, but they’d anticipated this complication. Mitch was one of the best members of the team, but he was often late. His lack of discipline was probably the only reason he wasn’t the best wrestler. He was also one of the best looking members of the team.

At 23, Mitch stood 5′11″ and was a lean 175lbs. With chiseled looks and body, not to mention a package his tight wrestling singlet did nothing to hide, Dan felt sure that Ryan would be very pleased despite the slight change of plan.

Dan smiled to himself as he rubbed his thickening cock through his 501’s. Mitch would show up soon enough and then he wouldn’t lack discipline any more. “It was good to program more slaves for Master,” he thought, especially when they were as good-looking as Mitch.

Coach shut the door and turned to walk up to the front of the meeting room. He quickly counted the filled desks just to make sure they’d accounted for everyone. Good, except for Mitch, the other eight team members were there. They were loudly discussing the mandatory team meeting and the parties they thought they would be attending in the coming weekend.

Coach Johnson took his time at the front of the room. He’d purposely left the over-head projector in its case so he could kill time for the drug to take effect. By the time he’d finished setting up, the noise level in the room was noticeably lower. Some of the first to take the drug were obviously falling under its influence.

Coach Johnson placed a sheet on the overhead and flipped it on.

On the screen behind him were the words:

Teamwork builds excellence.

By now the room was completely silent. All eyes virtually glued to the projected words. The coach scanned the room carefully. Six of the wrestlers had particularly blank expressions. After a few more moments Coach placed another sheet on the overhead.

Teams need leaders.

Coach checked his watch. By his calculation everyone had at least five minutes for the drug to take effect.

Scanning the room this time, Coach noted that indeed, everyone had a blank expression on their face.

Coach Johnson felt that it was probably safe to conduct the first test to determine if the team were completely under the drugs influence. He looked through his stack and pulled out another sheet.

Nod your head

Looking up from the projector Coach smiled as he saw all eight wrestlers nodding their heads—in synch no less.

Feeling much more confident now, Coach placed a new sheet on the projector.

It is warm. Uncover your chest and continue to read everything you see on the screen.

Coach Johnson was happy to see that all eight were taking their arms out of their singlets and sitting bare-chested. After a few moments they were again staring blankly at the screen. Not a single word had been spoken aloud.

Now that he was sure they were completely programmable, Coach let out a sigh of relief. He paused a moment to look at the eight entranced team members. Just a few days earlier he would have been horrified to learn that his wrestlers were going to be gay fuck slaves. Now he envied them. He loved the thought of programming these hot young men to serve his master and he looked forward to the next time his master would adjust his programming. Squeezing his cock one last time, he quickly began the process of re-programming the team. He was sure that Master Ryan would allow plenty of time for him to play with his cock later.

Though Dan, Jason and Coach Johnson had all been programmed with roughly the same instructions, considerable thought had gone into how the team would be programmed. Ryan knew that adding nine more slaves to his household probably wouldn’t be practical. Instead, a more decentralized chain of command seemed to be in order.

Mike Taylor was pissed. Here it was, late Friday afternoon and Coach Johnson had called a mandatory team meeting. As he left the locker room with the others, he heard quite a bit of grumbling.

“What the fuck is Coach thinking of,” asked his buddy Jack. “Why the hell would he schedule this on a Friday?”

“Yeah,” said Mike. “Doesn’t he know you need Friday, Saturday AND Sunday to stand even a remote chance of scoring with a chick? Looks like you won’t be getting any this weekend!” he joked.

“Hey fuck you, dude! I bet you I score more chicks than you this weekend,” Jack said.

“You’re on,” grinned Mike. He couldn’t wait to start. It’d been over a week since he’d gotten laid. He adjusted his package in anticipation. “These singlets can be embarrassing,” thought Mike, “can’t hide anything in them.”

They’d had this bet with each other before. Despite his teasing, Mike knew neither he nor Jack had any problems with the ladies. With both of them in top form from years on the wrestling team, chicks couldn’t get enough of them. Mike was about 5′8″ with sandy brown hair. His chest showed the years he’d spent at the gym, building up his strength for wrestling. Standing there now in his wrestling singlet you could see his six pack and a healthy package a little farther down. His buddy Jack was taller, almost 6″, with black hair and blue eyes. His height made it more difficult for him to bulk up, but he was very toned and had spent just as much time at the gym. In truth, Mike almost felt sorry for the girls this weekend...they didn’t stand a chance!

In a few minutes he and Jack were standing around in front of the meeting room with the rest of the team. All except Mitch of course.

“Fucking Mitch...always late,” groused Jack.

“Coach’ll have his ass this time,” said Mike.

At this point Coach Johnson and his assistant Dan showed up. Dan was carrying some sort of tray with cups of what looked like juice in them.

“All right, everyone settle down,” said Coach Johnson. “As you enter the room Dan will be handing out a new sports drink that I want the team to try. This stuff will really enhance your performance so unless you want to get thrown around on the mats today, you’d better drink up.”

Mike and Jack looked at each other. Coach was always trying new training regimes, but he’d never been into the whole “sports drink” fad. Mike shrugged and got in line behind Jack. Coach Johnson had gotten them to be one of the best teams in the league; he wasn’t about to start arguing with his methods now.

The line moved quickly and in a few moments Mike was standing in front of Dan. “Thanks,” he said as he took the offered cup. He chugged it down and threw the cup in the trashcan just inside the door. Dan stepped aside so he could enter.

Mike sat down next to Jack. “Tasted like punch,” he said.

“Yeah,” said Jack. “So where are we going first tonight?”

While Coach got the projector ready, Mike and Jack talked about their plans for conquest that evening. Soon though, it seemed like too much effort to keep the conversation going. Mike felt sort of spacey so he just sat looking at the screen at the front of the room. A part of him noticed that it had gotten pretty quiet.

He seemed to lose track of time.

The next thing Mike noticed was that Coach had put a sheet on the projector.

Teamwork builds excellence.

Deep inside Mike, he now knew without a shadow of a doubt that Teamwork was a good thing.

Teams need leaders

Mike sat passively reading.

Nod your head

It was so obvious. Every team needed leaders. It was so obvious that Mike just had to nod his head. A part of him noticed the others nodding as well. This was teamwork. “Teamwork builds excellence,” thought Mike.

It is warm. Uncover your chest and continue to read everything you see on the screen.

“It was warm,” thought the small portion of Mike still able to think. He slipped the straps of his singlet off his shoulders and pushed it down so his chest was bare. “Much better,” he thought as he continued to read.

The next page Coach put up had a lot more on it. Mike began reading carefully.

The sport drink you were given contains a drug which makes you completely obedient and programmable.

A small part of Mike tried to be alarmed at reading this. He didn’t want to be obedient and programmable. It must be true though, because his eyes continued down the page.

You find this very erotic.

Now that he thought about it, Mike realized it was sort of hot, sitting there all programmable and obedient. A very small part of him felt this was somehow wrong, but he couldn’t figure out why. He felt himself stiffening in his singlet. Normally, he would’ve tried to hide the bulge or shift around so it would be less noticeable, but he needed to read right now.

You obey Master Ryan completely and without reservation.

“I wonder who Master Ryan is,” thought Mike. His arousal continued to grow.

You are Master Ryan’s slave.

“God, this is so fucking hot! I’m a slave!” thought Mike.

Becoming a slave is the best thing that ever happened to you.

There was no doubt in Mike’s mind. He was a slave and it was a very good thing.

You enjoy the changes that are happening to you and look forward to being changed in the future.

“Being changed is so erotic,” thought Mike. “I hope Master Ryan (whoever he is), changes me more soon.”

Coach Johnson obeys Master Ryan.

You trust and obey Coach Johnson.

You enjoy sex with other men, especially your Master and your Master’s other slaves.

“I like sex with guys?” thought Mike passively. There was no more resistance in him, just a mild curiosity and a strong desire to obey.

There are Alpha slaves and Beta slaves.

Alpha slaves guide and protect their Betas.

Beta slaves serve and obey their Alpha.

Obedience to your leaders commands gives you erotic pleasure.

You fantasize sexually about mind-control.

Mike could hardly wait to obey. This was the most erotic thing he’d ever experienced in his life, but he just knew that obeying commands would be even better.

You are proud to be a slave, but you will not allow others to know you are a slave unless Master Ryan permits it.

“Wow, yeah. Being a slave is fucking HOT,” thought Mike. “It is a good idea to keep it a secret though.”

Re-read these commands. When you are sure you understand these commands completely, you will stand at attention beside your desk and await further instructions.

Mike re-read the instructions and even though he was sure he understood completely, he read them a third time to be absolutely sure. As he got up and stood at attention beside his desk he felt a surge of pleasure from obeying the command. His already stiff cock hardened further. Part of him ached to touch it, but he looked straight ahead passively waiting for further instructions.

Dan only had to wait a few minutes before Mitch sauntered up to the door.

“Hey Mitch. Coach is pretty pissed off at you right now,” said Dan. “Drink this and then sit down over there,” pointing to a plastic chair in the hallway outside the meeting room.

“What is it?” asked Mitch, referring to the drink in his hand.

“Well, if you’d been here on time, you would’ve heard Coach tell the team all about it,” Dan said.

“Yeah, I know...Coach will have my ass in a sling for being late, so spare me.”

Dan grinned at Mitch’s comment. Little did he know how right he was.

Mitch was a little surprised Coach was being such a hard-ass about being late. He was only a few minutes late. He was pretty sure he wouldn’t get into too much trouble though. After all, he was practically the best wrestler on the team. He downed whatever it was in the cup.

“It’s a sports drink,” said Dan. “Hopefully, it’ll help give you an edge on the competition.”

“I don’t need an edge,” Mitch said with a cocky grin.

He sat down on the chair and waited for the coach.

Dan leaned against the door, casually keeping an eye on Mitch as well as on the clock above the chair.

Checking the clock, Dan knew it was time. He looked at Mitch, noting the blank, glazed expression. “Yep, it was time,” he thought.

“Mitch. Stand up and follow me,” he said to the zoned out wrestler. He turned and began walking to Coach Johnson’s office where his Master was waiting with Jason.

Mitch stood and began following without saying a word.

They reached Coach’s office in a few moments. Dan knocked quietly and stepped back as Jason opened the door.

“He was late to class, just as we expected,” Dan told Jason.

Jason backed up and opened the door wide, letting them in.

Mitch followed them both into the room and stood staring blankly ahead.

Dan looked over at Ryan who quietly said, “Good job. I’ll take it from here, Dan.”

Ryan walked slowly around Mitch’s singlet clad body and said, “He’ll do very nicely. I hope the rest are as nice.”

“Mitch. Sit down in that chair,” said Ryan, indicating the chair they’d placed near the center of the room. Dan and Jason stood together, out of the way, but ready to aid their Master should he need any assistance.

As Mitch did as he was instructed, Ryan sat down on the corner of Coach’s desk nearest Mitch and pulled out a copy of the team programming. “Mitch,” he said, “What I’m about to read is the most important thing you’ve ever heard. You will listen closely and when I ask, you will let me know if you have questions or do not fully understand. Is this clear?”

“Yes,” Mitch said in a low, quiet voice.

Ryan began to slowly read from the sheet. As he read, he noted that his words were already having a powerful effect on Mitch’s cock. Ryan could see it straining against the fabric of the singlet, and smiled.

“Good looking and a big cock,” he thought, “Boy, is this my lucky year, or what?”

Ryan read the sheet a second time, then asked Mitch if he had any questions. When Mitch replied that he had none Ryan made him sleep and waited for the effects of the drug to wear off.

Turning to Dan, he said, “Go check on the Coach. Let me know when he’s ready for me.”

“Yes, Master,” Dan replied as he left to obey.

Twenty minutes later, Ryan woke Mitch.

“What...where am I?” asked Mitch. The last thing he remembered was waiting in the hall for Coach to come out and yell at him. Looking at Ryan and Jason and then at the office, he asked, “Who are you? How’d I get in Coach’s office?”

Smiling to himself, Ryan said, “I’m sorry for the confusion. I’m Ryan and this is Jason. Jason is my slave, just like you.”

Suddenly, Mitch’s posture changed as he realized who Ryan was. “Master!” he said as he straightened up, “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize who you were!” Looking at Jason, he stood hesitantly, not sure how he should be in front of his new Master.

“At ease, Mitch,” Ryan said. “You’ll probably feel a bit strange as you get used to things.”

“I feel great, Master!” Mitch replied, now standing at ease like Jason.

Just then, there was a knock on the door. Seeing it was Dan, Jason let him in.

“Coach is ready for you now, Sir,” Dan said.

“Good, I think we’re ready here as well. Lead the way.”

Mike suddenly was aware he was standing. Then he noticed that he was standing at attention. It was as if he’d suddenly woken up from a daydream. The last thing he remembered he was talking to Jack. Now he was standing at attention———and he was a slave.

He was sure he hadn’t been a slave before the daydream (or whatever it was). The last thing he clearly remembered was talking to Jack. Now, he was a slave. Master Ryan’s slave, he suddenly knew. He didn’t know who Master Ryan was, but he was eager to find out. He wished he could turn and look at Jack, but he couldn’t. He had to wait for further instructions. He hoped Jack was also a slave now. His friend Jack was hot, he’d love to have sex with him. “Huh, I like sex with guys now, too,” thought Mike. Suddenly, he realized that he’d been changed, made into a slave, made to like guys. “Fuck! That is so hot,” Mike thought to himself. He felt his cock twitch.

Mike hoped his Master showed up soon. He was desperate to stroke his cock.

Just then Coach started talking and Mike turned his full attention to Coach. Coach was his leader. He just wanted to do what Coach told him.

As Ryan and his three slaves reached the meeting room, Coach was just finishing orienting the new slaves.

Ryan walked into the room and indicated that Dan and Jason were to wait by the door. “Mitch, you stand there with the team,” Ryan said.

Walking up to the front of the room, Ryan looked at Coach and said, “Introduce me.”

Coach Johnson turned to the team standing at attention and said simply, “Team, this is Master Ryan.”

All eyes looked to Ryan, as the team stood stiffly at attention.

“At ease, boys,” said Ryan looking them over.

Ryan was pleased to note that while Mitch was probably the best looking guy on the team, the rest certainly could give him a run for his money. Ryan walked around the team, noting the well-built bodies while he inspected his newest slaves. Nodding to himself for a moment, he looked over at Coach Johnson and asked, “You’re sure we won’t be disturbed in the practice room?”

“Yes Sir,” replied the Coach. “There are no windows, and I’ve got the only key. As long as we don’t make too much noise nobody will even know we’re there.”

“Team, follow Coach to the practice room,” Ryan ordered. “Let’s move on to the next stage.”

The team assembled in the practice room. They were very familiar with the room, having spent countless hours in practice matches here. This time, they knew, things would be somewhat different. Standing at ease, all eyes were focused on Master Ryan.

Ryan looked over his slaves and shook his head in amazement. In just a few short weeks he had turned 12 of the hottest guys on campus into his devoted slaves. Now it was time for a little Q&A and then they’d set up the new team organization. His smile grew even bigger.

Addressing the team, Ryan said, “Raise your hand if you’ve had sex with a guy.”

Two hands were raised. Ryan looked at them and asked for details.

One of the two guys answered first. Bill was 5′8″ with sandy blond hair and frat-boy good looks. “I used to jerk off with my best friend in Jr. High,” he said. “I’ve never fooled around with any other guys since, Sir.”

Mark, the other wrestler who raised his hand spoke now, “I’m gay, Sir. I’ve kept it a secret from everyone, but I’ve sucked a few guys off before. Nothing recent though,” he said with a slight frown.

“Don’t worry about that, Slave,” Ryan said. “You won’t have to worry about lack of sex any longer.”

“So the rest of you were all straight?” he asked.

Heads nodded.

“As you all know, there are Alpha slaves and Beta slaves,” Ryan stated. “We’re going to find out which you are.”

Looking at Mark again, Ryan asked, “Do you ever fantasize about any of the guys on the team?”

Blushing slightly, Mark nodded.

“Which ones?” Ryan asked.

“Several of them,” Mark answered, “but usually Tony,” indicating an Italian stud standing to his left.

Ryan looked over at Tony. “I can see you have good taste,” he said to Mark. “So tell us what you’d like to do with him. Don’t be embarrassed. Tony likes the attention now.”

Tony smiled, and Mark could tell from Tony’s growing bulge that Ryan was correct.

“I used to imagine that he and I would come in late from practice. I’d be in the shower and Tony would come in after me. Usually, I liked to imagine that he’d suck me off. Then, I’d push him against the wall and spread his legs, and well...”

Tony’s smile and bulge both grew bigger. He licked his lips and looked at Mark, then back at Ryan.

Ryan looked the two over and quickly made up his mind. Looking directly at Tony he said, “Tony, you are Mark’s beta. Mark you are Tony’s alpha.”

Instantly, the same look of submission and devotion that Tony had for Ryan came over his face as he looked at Mark. Mark looked at Tony in a new light as well. He felt kind of like Tony was his kid brother—his very sexy kid brother.

Addressing the rest of the team, Ryan spoke up, “Each of you is going to have one wrestling match. The winner of the match is the alpha while the loser is the beta.”

Ryan quickly organized the team into three pairs. Only Mitch lacked a partner.

Looking at his master, Ryan asked, “Who am I going to wrestle, Sir?”

Ryan looked over at the cocky wrestler and said, “Nobody, Mitch. You’re Coach Johnson’s beta. Didn’t you know that?”

Mitch gazed at Coach with a hungry look for a moment and said simply, “Thank you, Master.”

Ryan turned to the remaining wrestlers. “Let’s get started,” he said.

Jack and Mike circled each other on the mat, looking for an opportunity. Jack lunged first and began grappling with Mike. Jack, being taller, had a pretty good advantage in reach, but Mike was the physically stronger of the two.

They each got close to a pin several times, over the course of the match. Finally, Jack had Mike on his back, nearly a pin. Jack twisted around trying to find leverage for the win. His cock was hard. Grappling with his buddy Mike was getting him very horny. He liked Mike a lot. They’d been best friends for the last three years. Now of course, he also found him very sexually attractive. He just didn’t want to follow Mike’s orders. He wanted Mike to obey him. He also got turned on by the idea that Mike would basically be his mind-controlled slave. “Mind-control was so fucking hot,” he thought to himself.

Mike was thinking much the same thing. He knew Jack was close to a pin and while he was hot for his friend’s bod, he wanted Jack to be the one sucking the most cock. And then suddenly, it happened. Jack’s hard cock, trapped under his singlet, poked right between Mike’s legs and against his asshole. He’d felt Jack’s stiff cock a lot as they grappled, but never there, not like that. He paused for a moment, a small gasp of pleasure escaped his lips and Jack knew he had him. Jack thrust his cock harder against Mike’s hole, and whispered, “Submit to me Mike.”

“No!” said Mike. But as he said this both shoulders hit the mat and he was pinned. Mike relaxed in defeat and looked up at his new Alpha. He suddenly realized he had changed again. Jack was not just his buddy, not just his best friend, he was one of his leaders and Mike would do anything for him.

Jack looked down at Mike, seeing the new submission come over him. He felt different too. He now knew he had to take care of Mike’s needs and protect him. Right now though, it looked like Mike “needed” to be fucked.

He looked up as he heard his Master’s voice call the end of the match. He smiled. Life was good.

Several days later Mike and Jack were finally alone. Mike had just finished moving his stuff into Jack’s place. Now that Mike was Jack’s beta it made sense that they live together. Jack’s roommate had just moved out and Mike lived with a non-slave. It just made more sense this way. Besides, that was what Jack had wanted. And when Jack told Mike that, he wanted it too.

As soon as they closed the door they both stripped down to a jock. Master Ryan liked his slaves to wear jocks around the house and Jack and Mike both thought that was hot. Mike looked up at Jack and felt a wave of submission. It felt so good now that he knew his place. Doing what Jack said was almost as good as doing what Master Ryan said. He felt sorry for Jack in a way, because Jack wouldn’t get the pleasure of obeying a leader as much as he did.

Across town Ryan, Coach Johnson and Mitch, Jason and Dan were sitting in the living room coming down from a post-orgasmic high. They’d spent the day in every possible position and Ryan didn’t think he would ever be able to cum again. He was sure he’d give it a good try though.

There was a knock at the door. “Were any of you expecting anyone?” Ryan asked.

Seeing the negative response, he directed Mitch to go answer the door. They all put on the sweats they saved for unexpected guests.

Mitch opened the door and standing there was the tall stranger who had given the drug to Ryan just a few short weeks ago.

“I told you I’d see you again soon,” the man said. “Nice choice in slaves,” he said as he walked through the door past Mitch.