The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The following week, Slade made one of his periodic fun visits to Znort’s “lab”. Znort was sorting through one of his bottomless drawers, and all kinds of interesting looking objects were sitting on the counter. Slade slyly inquired, “Any more fun stuff in here for me to play with? That shiny oval thing looks like a giant throat lozenge...” Slade reached for it.

Znort laughed. “Well, that has a very unusual function. Unlike the other devices, you can change a narrow slice of, let’s call it ‘reality’, for a small group of people, but it can extend back in time. When you change the present, you are also changing the past to be consistent with it.”

“Oh... I see. I guess. I don’t know... can I try it? How does it work?”

“Well, you have to limit your altered reality to one person or a small group of people. If you overreach, nothing will happen. And you should have your idea fully formed before you activate it. If you don’t, the details will fill themselves in, often in ways you didn’t expect.”

Slade thought for awhile. “I think I have the perfect application for this thing. Can you tell me how to use it?” He explained his idea to Znort, who laughed. “Not bad, it’s perverted, but in a GOOD way. Sure, I’ll show you how to use it.”

Slade sat in the corner of the locker room, he tried to be as inconspicuous as possible. As he put his hands around the short-range reality reset device, he looked around. The loser wrestling team was changing after practice. This gang had never won a meet, and it seemed all of them, even the coach, were just going through the motions. The school had not had a winning wrestling team in ten years; the surrounding schools were just that good.

Meanwhile, Rob and Kelly Powers, brothers and members of the school’s unbeatable baseball team, were walking through that section of the locker room on the way to their own area. Rob, a senior pitcher, 6′4″, blond and built, with a light dusting of straw-colored body hair, and Kelly, 6′2″, junior first baseman, brown-haired, smooth, and almost as built as Rob, looked somewhat condescendingly down at the wrestlers as they passed through. Winterfield had a tradition of great baseball teams dating back to the time their father captained the team. Rex Powers, still in great shape at 38, was a rich business owner in town. Things always seemed to come easy to the Powers family, as they were all good-looking, athletic, and popular. They always just seemed BETTER than everyone else, although they didn’t act overtly arrogant, and the boys had never pushed people around at school.

But all that was about to change. Slade put his hands around the device, concentrated on his alternate reality, and compressed the device. There was a flash, and...

When the glare had cleared in Slade’s eyes, the scene had changed, as well as the facts behind the scene. Now, all seven members of the CHAMPIONSHIP wrestling team were leaning across the bench, feet on one side, heads on the other, their asses in the air, expectantly awaiting their turns. Meanwhile, Rob and Kelly Powers, members of Winterfield’s totally weak baseball team, were busily engaged eating out the asses of the wrestlers before they hit the showers. It was their job to clean the sweat and other seepages out of the wrestlers, and they LOVED their job. It was as if they were born to it. Which they actually were.

Rob was particularly fond of the ass of Paul, the 120-pound sophomore wrestler. The little guy’s ass had such a delicious mix of flavors! Rob could always tell how much of an effort Paul had put forth in a match by the particular taste of the sweat he exuded afterwards. Rob always did a particularly good job with Paul.

Kelly, on the other hand, was partial to the taste and smell of the huge ass of Terry the heavyweight wrestler. Although Terry weighed twice what he did, Kelly appreciated the delicate, subtle flavors of Terry’s post-match ass secretions.

“Come on, hurry it up, we need to get everyone done!” The coach came by and noticed how many wrestlers were still waiting for their post-practice ass cleanings. Rob raised his head out of Paul’s ass. “Can’t rush it, coach, we gotta do it right!” And he dove right back in.

The coach pondered the problem. “Say, you two have a younger brother who just turned 16, don’t you? Isn’t he old enough now to start helping out here? We could get this done MUCH quicker.” Jeffy Powers was the star of the junior varsity baseball team, which was just as hapless as the Winterfield varsity.

Kelly, having just finished with Terry, gave his ass one last loving clean-up lick, and moved down the bench to start on the ass of the next wrestler. “Yeah, that’s right, coach. Jeffy’s old enough now. But he’s just a rookie. Do you want to trust him to do this job with your championship team?”

“Well, he’s got to learn sometime, we need it and it’s what you guys do, isn’t it? Aside from sucking at baseball, that is.”

When they had finished cleaning out the asses of all the wrestlers, Rob and Kelly took their turn in the showers. “I guess we should get Jeffy involved, since he IS old enough now,” said Rob to Kelly. “Let’s bring it up with dad tonight.”

That evening, when Rex got back from his minimum-wage job at the convenience store (his job in Slade’s new reality), he found his two older sons waiting to ask him about getting Jeffy started in ass-cleaning at school. “Well, I guess it’s what we Powers men do,” said Rex. “Plus, it pays several bucks an hour, and we certainly could use that.” As he contemplated his youngest son finally becoming old enough to follow in his “tounguesteps”, it brought back many old memories of his school days...

Rex had been a member of Winterfield’s pitiful baseball team back in high school. So he could actually be of some USE to the athletic department, he had been assigned as personal ass-cleaner to Kevin Sheffield, star wrestler. Even after both had graduated, and Kevin moved across town, they had kept up the relationship on occasion. Every few years, Kevin would call Rex and have him come over and clean out his ass. By coincidence, the most recent time had been the previous week.

Kevin had had a surprise for Rex. After Rex had finished his usual superb job cleaning out Kevin’s ass, Kevin had called his son Jeremy down from his room. “My son just turned 16, so I’ve decided you’re going to initiate him into being an Assmaster. Oh, and don’t call me Kevin when he gets down. It wouldn’t be right for him to see me treating you as an equal. After all, you’re NOT my equal, you’re just an ass-cleaner, while I’m an Assmaster, and you will address me as such. Don’t forget to do the same for Jeremy.”

“Yes, Assmaster.”

Jeremy came running down the stairs. “Yeah, dad?” He stopped in his tracks when he saw his father’s friend Rex kneeling naked beside his dad. “Jeremy, you’re 16 now, it’s time you took your rightful place as an Assmaster. To help you, I’ve brought my old ass-cleaner from high school, Rex, to work your virgin master ass. He’s really good at it, he comes from a whole family of ass-cleaners, and he would be honored to be your first ass slave.”

Jeremy snickered inwardly. He was not quite the virgin Assmaster his dad thought he was. At Springdale High, he had discovered—and enslaved—two natural-born ass-cleaners. First, as a freshman, he had cornered Blake, a senior captain of the football team, in the locker room. Pretending to change while sitting on the bench, Jeremy timed it so that he lifted his bare butt into the air just as Blake bent down to put on his socks. The full, complex, captivating aroma of Jeremy’s master ass hit Blake full force. He froze in place, face directly over Jeremy’s aromatic ass, eyes glazing over as his mind processed the signals pouring in from his super-sensitive ass-cleaner’s nose.

Jeremy looked over his shoulder with great satisfaction. He KNEW he had been right about Blake. As the confused football captain stood there, still bent at the waist, Jeremy wiggled his upraised butt practically in Blake’s face. “Kiss it,” he commanded the entranced senior.

Not knowing why he was compelled to do it, Blake plunged his mouth not onto, but INTO, Jeremy’s amazing ass. His lips met Jeremy’s pucker and locked in place. Jeremy giggled, “Hey, I want a FRENCH kiss!” And immediately Blake’s tongue shot out of his mouth and into the middle of the remarkable flavors of the master ass. More totally new sensations were flooding his brain, conveyed by his super sense of taste.

Suddenly, Jeremy pulled his ass away. Blake, shocked, abruptly straightened upright, staggered backwards and hit his head on the door of his locker with a bang. He stared directly at Jeremy, terrified of what had just happened. “You’re my ass-cleaner now,” Jeremy confidently informed the bewildered senior.

Blake’s mind spun. “Nnnn...no, NO! I... I can’t be! I’m straight! I... I have a girlfriend! You... you DID something to me!”

“Nope! Not true. My dad told me, some guys are just natural-born ass-cleaners, and you’re one of ‘em. I’ve watched you for weeks. I’ve seen your eyes get stuck on certain people’s asses, including mine. You may not even know it, but you were born this way, and you’re always gonna be this way. And like my dad, I’M a natural-born Assmaster! We’re just kind of superior to most people, but we also give off a certain mixture of chemicals and, er, pher—, um...”

“Pheromones?”

“Yeah, that’s it, the chemicals from inside and the ‘pher’ things from the surface of our asses. They combine, and their effect is much stronger because of the ass-cleaner’s powerful sense of smell. See, to an ordinary person my ass would smell just like, well, ASS! I mean, it might turn on certain gay people, but it wouldn’t, like, lock into their brains permanently, making them NEED to get their noses and tongues into my ass!” As Blake listened to Jeremy’s explanation, the horrible truth of it became apparent. He had always known his senses of smell and taste were incredibly more sensitive than others’, but NOW he knew what they were FOR!

“Are you the only Assmaster in school?”

“I dunno, but my dad tells me that true Assmasters are very rare. That’s why many people don’t even know that we exist. But ass-cleaners are more common. There should be a few more around the school. All I’ve gotta do is watch their eyes!”

And in the following months, Blake’s personal and social life revolved more and more around getting his nose and tongue into Jeremy’s master ass. In a way, Blake was lucky. In Slade’s new reality, some natural-born ass-cleaners never found out what they truly were, and never met an Assmaster to serve. With their skills, they became chefs, restaurant reviewers, wine tasters, perfume makers. Yet they felt a yearning that couldn’t be fully satisfied with just their professions or family lives. While other chefs and food workers tended to get fat on the job, natural ass-cleaners kept themselves in really good shape, although perhaps they didn’t know why they needed to do so. Until the first time an natural ass-cleaner’s nose got right above the butt of a true Assmaster, or his tongue got inside one, he was just half a man.

In his sophomore year, Jeremy snagged a teacher. Having suspected him for months, Jeremy finally went in after school to see his 23-year-old biology teacher in his office. “Mr. Lyman, there’s a strange growth on my ass. I’m afraid to show it to anyone. Could you look at it and tell me whether I need to worry about it?”

“Hmmm, you should probably see a doctor about something like that.”

“Nah, I’m afraid to see a doctor, this might be nothing and he’d laugh at me. I’d really feel more comfortable if you looked first.”

Within an hour, Mr. Lyman was kneeling in his own living room with his tongue deep in Jeremy’s ass. He knew it could cost him his job and his very livelihood, but there wasn’t much he could do about it. Besides, the feeling he was getting in those minutes of eating out Jeremy seemed almost worth the rest of his life anyway.

Over the next year, Mr. Lyman’s house was the venue for many bizarre scenes involving Jeremy, Mr. Lyman and Blake. Jeremy had his ass-cleaners use their sexual skills on each other so he could learn the limits of male sexual performance. He also had them play out fantasy scenes while he sat on Mr. Lyman’s recliner and jerked off. One of his favorites involved Blake wearing a gladiator costume he had been forced to buy, and having him tie Mr. Lyman, dressed in a slave outfit, to the bed frame. Blake would then force the slim teacher/slave to worship and lick his bulging muscles while he threatened the slave with a whip. All while Jeremy sipped a drink and watched...

Anyhow, Ron Taylor was blissfully unaware of this little history of his son’s. As Jeremy stripped, Rex’s supersensitive nose caught a whiff of the most incredible scent he had ever experienced. Rex immediately knew that Jeremy’s master ass far outstripped his father’s in aroma, looks, and, he was sure, taste. He grew very excited, and the state of his significant cock showed it. Rex’s equipment was considerably larger than Ron’s or Jeremy’s, but of course that didn’t matter to any of them. The Sheffields were Assmasters, and the Powers were ass-cleaners, and that fully explained the relationship.

When Jeremy’s Assmaster initiation was over, and Rex had recovered somewhat from the heavenly experience, Kevin put him out his back door, tossing his clothes behind him. Normally, he wouldn’t have done that, but he was trying to teach Jeremy the appropriate way a true Assmaster should treat a lowly ass-cleaner. It was for their own good, and besides, they preferred it that way.

As Rex sat at the dinner table with his three sons, the phone rang. Rex took it in the back room, and when he came back, he had a strange expression on his face. “That was Kevin Sheffield.”

“Oh, your old school friend?” asked Rob.

“Well, to tell the truth, he was a bit more than that. Did I ever tell you what an Assmaster is?”

“No, but we’ve heard stories. I thought that was just a legend.”

“No, sons, it’s real, and Kevin was mine. Now Kevin has a son, Jeremy, at Springdale High, and he’s on the wrestling team there. And it seems your school is having a meet against them next week. He’s asked me to bring you three over to visit this evening for a few hours, to meet Jeremy. I think he wants Jeremy to become Assmaster to the three of you.”

“But... but he’ll be competing against our wrestlers. How can we let a guy from an opposing team become our Assmaster?”

“I don’t know, son, but it’s not like we have a choice in the matter. The Sheffields are Assmasters, and we’re just ass-cleaners, so we’ve got to go over there. I think you’ll discover that what you’ve been experiencing with the wrestling team at school is nothing near what you’ll experience with Assmaster Jeremy.”

When the Powers arrived, Jeremy was in his favorite position, lying on his side in a recliner in the living room. As soon as they entered the room, Rex told his three sons, “Strip, so we can show Assmaster Jeremy what we’ve got.” Soon, three very buff and hung baseball teen bodies were showing, plus one great adult body, and Jeremy liked what he saw. “So, you’re Rob, Kelly, and Jeffy. I’ve heard about the good work you do with the Winterfield wrestlers. I wanna see what you can do with a real Assmaster!” And just then, the magic aroma of Jeremy’s ass hit the helpless ass-cleaners’ super sense of smell. Rex had known what to expect, but nothing his sons had experienced in the locker room had prepared them for the full force of this. Their faces blanked as their conscious minds gave way to their subconscious yearnings. Jeremy noted with approval that all three Powers sons were hung as big as their dad, far bigger than himself, and they were now all fully erect from having smelled him.

Rob stepped forward. “Assmaster, please let me serve your ass.” Jeremy said, “I know you’re the oldest brother at 18, but I think your brother Kelly has a cuter face, and a slightly larger cock. I’m going to give him first rights to serve my ass. Rob, you may serve my cock and balls. I think you’ll find the flavor there is still better than anything you’ve ever tasted from the asses of those stupid Winterfield wrestlers. And Jeffy, I give you the privilege of licking the sweat off my feet. I know you’re new at this, so I’ll help train you by kicking you away if you do it wrong. NOW!” And the three Powers boys flew to their assigned stations around the body of their Assmaster.

Once they started on their duties, they found that their senses had been heightened like never before. They wanted to do the best job they could so they would be allowed back to serve Jeremy’s body. Rex felt left out as he knelt at the side of the room. Jeremy saw this, and felt sorry for the old guy. “Rex, to you I give the task of eating out Kelly’s ass while he serves mine.” This was a new one for Rex; an ass-cleaner eating the ass of another ass-cleaner? But he dutifully set out to do the job.

The four family ass-cleaners sniffed and slurped their way through their assigned duties with distinction. Having all of them working away so completely engrossed in their work put Jeremy over the top fairly quickly, and he provided Rob with a surprise protein supplement for his troubles. Sated, he then shooed the four of them away from the recliner.

Jeremy then spoke: “OK, here’s the deal. I’m your Assmaster now. Next week, before the meet, I want you to do a lousy job on Winterfield’s pre-meet ass lubrication. I want those guys tense and still sweaty inside. I’m sure you can do it so no one notices it. Once your team loses the meet, I want them to win all the rest of their meets so our team can win the league. So I’ll teach you some ass-cleaning techniques I learned about from my dad that will make your team practically unbeatable.

“In the meantime, each evening, I want the four of you to lie on the floor at home in a circle, and practice on each other’s asses. Rob, you work on Kelly’s ass, since he’s my main ass-cleaner now. Jeffy, you learn on Rob’s ass. Rex, you’ll be eating out Jeffy. And of course that means Kelly, you’ll practice on the most experienced ass of all, your dad’s. I want you to be the best ass-cleaning slave family in the area. Because you’re MINE!” All four Powers men felt a rush of pride at being owned by such a fine young Assmaster.

“Now, get outta here, I’m done with you!” The Powers family grabbed their clothes and ran out the back door, got dressed and drove home. Now that they knew that Assmasters were not just a myth, the lives of the Powers boys were forever changed. And Slade’s new reality became the only reality that ever was...