The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

My head tilts back as my body my desire presses into his. Mouth straining up between the deep cleft of his pecs until our lips touch, meet as animate flesh consumed mad and writhing in his arms. Like a diver his hands join and force entry through the open back of the suit. Desperate for him my arms shake, pull themselves free of the sleeves, as they try to join to his. His arms continue down into the bodysuit forcing it outwards spilling me from it upwards. I feel myself turned and lifted from the ground. One of his arms is enough all that’s needed as my body writhes in his grasp. Desperate for his touch my legs kick out trying to help, as I shake free from the boots from the last of the suit, now forgotten. His arms come from behind, lock under mine and then my shoulders bend back hard until his hands meet behind my head to secure me. The sweat is streaming from me my breathing ragged my cock erect throbbing and I’m in a fucking submission hold. At least he has bent his legs giving me somewhere to rest my feet some purchase a precarious squat on his smooth thighs. I feel myself being lowered. I feel his member pressing up, pressing against my sphincter, smooth and hot and press and then it opens, starts, starts to slide in.

- ... please... wait..— A moment as I feel my self-open and then I find myself fighting to lower myself faster onto his cock, to submit.

His legs straiten, and I plummet down impaled on him as his member rips through me. A pause, and then his arms raise me and then drop me to the sword gain, slowly fucked at first and then faster and faster, my legs kick out futile a foot from the floor. My breath ragged, gasping with the pain and pleasure, trying to beg him to stop and go on, and —... fuck. oh fuck no.. fuck me.. fuck, fuck ,fuck, ........fuck ...... please...........................—

I came like the world had ended, my cum a jet of white light sprayed as a fountain over the room. I could say that he came at the same time but I had no idea what he was doing by this point. I found myself slumped on the floor, exhausted, drained, sprawled over the wooden floorboards, getting my breathing under control, slowly making sense of my surroundings.

- Thanks sir, what a hot way to wake up—

- That’s OK Zak, but I think you should thank Ben, none of that was planned, he surprised even me—

The voices move away from me.

- silver—

- ok, for the night—

- the three of you—

- I’ll see to Ben—

- You’ll be out tomorrow—

- the club—

- take Ben with you—

- tux’s?—

- sure—

- answer his questions-

- get cleaned up—

The man helped me to my feet, Zak had vanished.

- Here Ben you’ll need this—he hands me a towel to dry myself on.

- Do you want to see more Ben—

I can only manage a quiet—yes—as I hand back the towel. It’s hard to be forceful, be in charge when your standing stark naked by a man who’s just sat and watched you being fucked up the ass, and more heard you beg for it to happen.

He led me back towards the stairs, stopping by the first of the dust covers, which he removes in one flowing movement to reveal, the stud, the statue beneath.

- Ben let me introduce you to Justin—

What I saw I still had trouble thinking of being anything but a statue and that despite just having seen Zak come to life before me. There was the same plastic sheen catching the low light of the room he same absolute stillness, no sign of even the shallowest breathing and the body, what a fucking body.

- Justin has been with us for a year now, like Zak he’s, an ex, college footballer—

What a body, thick well-defined muscle ripped even, but just short of being too bulky, the pose relaxed both hands resting, palms flat on the thighs. A little shorter than Zak but much heavier in build, dwarfing me. And the head, hard to judge, not a classical magazine face, but a face of his own, dark skin, deep eyes, lips just full to match the broad face, a straight strong nose, the hair shaven until only a cap of deep reflective black covers his head. The skin clear, perfect, beneath its waxy coating, and his cock, upright, thick set, his balls clean shaven, full and ripe behind. Nothing Justin about this boy he’s got the equipment to do some serious damage, I find myself wondering what it would be like to be held immobile and used by this young hulk, new thoughts and new desires for me which I can’t shake or deny.

The man is watching me; I can see him reading my thoughts. I look to my feet, suddenly, fucking shy, uneasy with what I’m finding out about myself.

- I will be painting the boys in silver tonight, a metallic theme for my next display—

His words, calm, regular, business like, a discussion with a client, but his eyes go through me sizing me up, no I’m not his client, a model, a subject, measured.

- Ben—

He has a small pot, face cream? in his hand, slowly he unscrews the lid.

- Do you want to take the next step Ben -

Open I can see inside, not a face cream, a clear jelly, a clear wax.

- Do you want to go deeper Ben to be a real statue, to be one of my boys, to be put under a cloth and stored until I need you—

A cold chill went own my spine, but fear or desire or both, I have no idea and Justin looks on, a blank, oblivious to the drama acted out in front of him, as doubt and desire war within me. I find myself standing on one leg, my free foot rubbing the back of my ankle, I wish I was hypnotised, in the dream, not to have to choose.

- ..will you hypnotise me sir ..—

- No Ben, no hypnotism, you will have to choose—

He can see how close I am to running, to just turn and fucking run and regret it later, his voice softens.

- How about a trial run Ben. I have a spare platform. You spend one night on it as a statue and tomorrow you just walk away if you want—

- One night, OK I suppose but what’s with the cream and why do they feel so cold, are you going to hypnotise me—

That brought a smile to his face.

- No hypnotism this time Ben, that’s only, only a short term solution-

- But you said a month how—

- That’s the cream as you call it, absorbed through the skin it induces hibernation, the more gel you put on the deeper and longer you go under—

- What does it feel like to be, like this—I say pointing at Justin’s frozen form.

- I’m told by the boy’s that at first its like being half awake, a dream but as you go deeper you black out completely. No sense of time unless someone brings them round, or they come out of it by themselves. The more on the skin the longer your under, normally the maximum I go for is a week, and then theirs the painting problem—

- The painting problem?—

- Ben this is real life not fantasy, the process has its limits. You cover the body in a gel coating and you can’t paint on top of it. You paint the body and that virtually stops the gel from being absorbed it gives me two days to work with you max -

- Well Ben that’s enough of questions its time for you to decide—

I find myself swallowing hard as I try to speak.

- You said only a day—

- Only a day Ben—

- OK then what do I do?—And that was it, done.

- Good boy—

He led me across to stand on the vacant platform. I was expecting him to hypnotise me or something instead he bent down to kneel at my feet.

- Put your arms on my shoulders Ben—

I heard him put on the rubber gloves and stole a look down to catch a glimpse of white latex over his strong fingers.

- Keep your eyes ahead Ben and trust me—

He lifted one foot up and quickly smeared the gel over it, working it quick between each toe, the other was done and back on the ground before I could even begin to process what I was feeling. My feet felt numb, they tingled, they felt hot, they felt more alive than the rest of me put together and I have no words for it. I tried to move my toes but nothing happened the order no longer had any meaning to them. Puzzled I tried to shake myself from the sensations coursing through me, my legs where already covered, frozen, his hands flowing up round the deep curves of my thighs, I could feel my cock swell erect then pulse once, twice, his hand strokes my shaft and it locks into position. His hands join together and in one swift motion, my chest is taken. He is close now his hands locked around my back stilling each vertebra in turn. The arms are taken in turn, one movement down, each posed to the front, my hands fixed, fingers spread over my inner thighs. I have no time for last words, before I can think of them, my face is locked into a mask as his hands finish adjusting my hair.

He stands back admiring his work.

I try to move my body, move anything, nothing, nothing at all, but it feels great, I feel rigid and warm and safe, its not like being hypnotised my thoughts are clear, though somehow a little slower.

- Just relax and enjoy it Ben, I’m told it takes some getting used to—

He’s not wrong.

I’m used to seeing the world from my eyes, but this is weird, like my world is internal, like I’m in my hand or foot or finger tip, or the tip of my cock, whoa! don’t go there, the outside seems dim in comparison.

- Shit what’s it like in there Benny boy, looking good—

Zak has returned his body naked but so animate, almost a blur at times as my body slows.

- Can he still hear me sir?—

- Oh yes Zak it will be sometime before he goes under completely

- Can I ?...—

- No Zak I have to get you boys ready for tonight-

- Now, Zak, boy be still—

I can see Zak posed on the platform opposite and then so fast, a wall of silver flows up through him transforming him to polished steel. And then they slow I can see three of them moving past, Zak and Justin and another, one also ...a statue.. silver.... walk.

- Goodnight Ben—

A cloth drags over me, no sight only my body, all and darkness.