The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Ian rubbed his hand over his eyes. He felt tired all through today and last night had been a bit of a blur. He remembered going to the coffee shop and talking to the man who’d been reading an old dog-eared copy of “Dr Faustus”, and then...

He groaned and took another big pull from his coffee. He hadn’t been drunk since he was an undergraduate, and the heavy drinking from last night was taking its toll on him. He and... Luke... that was the guy’s name. They’d gone to a bar from the book store and then back to Ian’s place. Luke had crashed on his sofa and was still sound asleep when Ian came into work. He shook his head clear. He had to concentrate on his work. Besides, tonight he had two subjects coming.

Meanwhile...

Eric was doing his best to pay attention during his calculus class, but the symbols were dancing in front of his eyes. Some days he could be damn good at math, but this was turning out not to be one of those days. He wondered vaguely if it had anything to do with the experiment he’d taken part in and thought that he ought to ask Ian more carefully about the side affects when he saw him again.

“Are we awake today?” asked Aaron after class.

Eric shrugged. “Didn’t get much sleep last night. I was up thinking.”

Aaron smiled. He and Eric were good friends, though Aaron wasn’t as interested in campus life as Eric was. He was about 5′10″ and good looking with pale skin and dark, short hair. He was skinny and had a very mellow attitude to life for one who was so busy. He was good with computers and a whiz at math. He ran a business on the side that did web design and hosting so he always had plenty of cash to spare. Though he didn’t like to mingle very much, he was known to throw the best parties in Ely, the small university town. The fact that he talked to Eric so freely was a testament to Eric’s charisma. Most people thought him to be a snob, though they fell over themselves trying to get in his good graces for a coveted invite to one of his parties.

“Well you’re going to get even less sleep on Saturday night. I’m having a little get together—care to join me?” He asked the question in the full knowledge that he’d made Eric an offer he couldn’t refuse.

“Sure,” he said. “That’d be cool. You know that Laura and I just broke up, right?”

“I do, my man, and that’s why your pal Aaron has decided out of the goodness of his heart to fix you up. You know Susan—the new girl in History. She just transferred from Johnston.”

Eric thought for a moment. “Is she the brunette that was in that purple top yesterday?”

“The very same. I’ve hand picked her especially for you.”

“Well I’m glad to know that you occasionally bestow your good will upon us mortals. How did you get her to agree to it?”

Aaron put on his shades as they stepped out into the sunshine. “I just asked her if she wanted to meet up with you at my party.”

Later that day...

At 6pm, Sean walked in through the door of the Behavioral Research Institute. The front door was open but the reception hall was empty. This was his third time here and he knew the drill by now. He sat down and stared around at the walls until Ian appeared through one of the doors.

“Hi,” Ian said, and then looked down at his clipboard. “Sean, right?” He could never remember 18-B’s name.

“Yep. All set!” said the eager jock, standing up. It had been a hot day and he was dressed in a wife-beater and silk shorts. He look like he’d come from the gym, particularly as his hair was wet from a recent shower. Ian led the way.

As they were going up in the elevator, Ian found himself looking over Sean’s body. The tall blond man was whistling tunelessly watching the numbers tick up, keeping time on his hard stomach with his big hands. His arms were big and strong and free from tattoos or blemishes. There was a lump in his shorts; he was “all set” indeed.

The chime of the elevator woke Ian from his musings. Had he been checking the subject out? No, he thought, just giving him a cursory physical examination. Still, he couldn’t help but smile when he saw Sean’s nipples harden from the cold, air-conditioned conditions in the lab.

“Have a seat,” said Ian. He went into the observation room to check the equipment. Everything was fine. He gave Ratty a small smile before returning to 18-B in the main lab.

As he entered, he saw that Sean had already stripped off completely and was strapping one arm onto the chair. Ian immediately got wood. It stunned him for a second, but as he watched the naïve but incredibly hot man strap himself into the chair, putting himself into Ian’s power, he couldn’t help but be struck with a lust he hadn’t felt since he was a frustrated teenager. But this was a lust for more than mere physical gratification, but for power.

As he helped 18-B strap his other arm down to the chair he became aware of the smell of Sean’s shampoo and the distant aroma of pure sweat. He looked down at the nine-inches of steel beneath the subject’s legs and almost licked his lips. What was going on? He shook his head. While Ian attached the sensors that would monitor Sean’s bodily functions, Sean was trying to make some idle chit-chat, but Ian ignored him, strapping the PM around his eager cock and held a green pill from the bottle on the lab bench in front of Sean’s mouth. His hands restrained, Sean ate it out of Ian’s hand. With a sigh of sudden arousal, Ian flipped the switch.

“Fuck yeah....” said Sean as he eased into the trance of pleasure that the device induced. Ian started to breathe more quickly as he stepped into the observation room. He felt almost dizzy with excitement as he cast his eye over the instruments. Everything was normal, and after the quarter of an hour that it took to reach the pleasure pleateau at which point orgasm would normally occur, Ian was anxious to begin the next phase of the experiment. He glanced up at the clock. He normally had two subjects a night: one at 6 and the other at 8. 30 minutes to get them hooked up, another thirty minutes or so with the PM, and then 30 minutes to let them rest and for him to clean up. That usually left a half-hour for data analysis, but it was already seven o’clock and his next subject, 12-B, would be here in an hour. Besides, now that he’d found his breakthrough, these routine measurements seemed a lot less important. He want back into the lab.

Getting the red Alpha pill and the specimen cup ready, he deactivated the machine.

Sean cried out in pain. “Turn it back on! Turn it back on, you fucking little shit!”

Ian held out the Alpha pill. “Swallow,” he said. Sean sucked the little triangular capsule up from Ian’s outstretched palm and a few second later, even before Ian could unstrap Sean’s arms, his thick cock began to spray a fountain of cum into the air. Ian hadn’t been ready for it, and most of it went onto the floor and to Sean, but some of it hit his lab coat. After Sean was spent and had been fully disconnected from the apparatus, he looked up at Ian with a goofy grin.

“Sorry about that,” he panted. “Got carried away, I guess!”

“Make it up to me,” Ian said, surprising even himself.

Sean cocked his head on one side. “How?” he asked.

Ian’s hand leapt for Sean’s nipples and with both hands softly began to stroke them. 18-B’s eyes glazed over and lost their focus. “Suck me off,” said Ian, almost whispering the words. Every alarm bell in his mind was going off all at once. What about scientific method? What about proper procedures?

What about sex?, asked a darker voice in the back of his mind.

Sean was already undoing Ian’s trousers. “It’s the least I can do, I guess,” he said in a dazed sort of way. “I mean, your gizmo there just got me off without even me having to touch my pole. It sucks if you don’t...” Ian didn’t get to find out what sucked—or rather, he discovered what it was like to be sucked and Sean’s conversation was cut short.

Ian’s belt and trousers lay around his feet; his white cotton boxers had got stuck on his knees. And there was a big basketball jock on his knees giving Ian head. He groaned in raw pleasure as Sean worked his six-incher in and out of his mouth. Sean’s big hands were holding onto Ian’s ass as he gradually became more and more vigorous.

With his hands not having anything else to do, he let them come to rest on Sean’s head, stroking his hair and scalp with his fingers while fireworks exploded in front of his eyes and in his groin.

“This is wrong,” came a whisper in his mind.

“This is GOOD,” came the stentorian response.

As he felt his body tense, approaching its climax, he wondered for a moment why Sean was so good at giving a blow job. The Gamma compound... The enhanced intelligence... Clearly when responding to suggested commands, the subject brought the full of his mental powers to bear. The implication was...

He let out an involuntary cry and went up on tip toe as he emptied his pent up sex, his virginity, his seed into Sean’s obliging mouth.