The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The night was clear as two couples exited a restaurant, enjoying a double date. “Come on! Let’s go to a club, we can go dancing for a bit!” Dustin said to the group. His enthusiastic girlfriend Daisy agreed, “woo yeah! Let’s go you two!”

Eric and Rebecca looked at each other. They knew each other well, having gone out for a while now, and both knew they didn’t want to go dancing. “No thanks guys, I think we’re alright,” Eric said to the other couple.

“Aw, you guys never want to go to fun places. Come on, howabout just a bar then, eh? What do you say,” Dustin offered, compromising a bit.

Eric still declined, “no thanks, I think we’re going to just head home.”

“It’s a nice night! Come on! Maybe we can go bowling or something at least,” Daisy said, trying another offer.

“No, we’re really tired. Thanks though guys, we’re not really into doing things that much. Dinner was fun though.” Rebecca shut down the final offer.

“Boo, you guys are always going home! We’ll see you another time then ok? Don’t sleep too early now,” Melanie joked, as the couples waved goodbye to each other. As Dustin and Daisy left, Eric and Rebecca were thinking the same thing. They both were disappointed in themselves that they didn’t go anywhere. Deep down, they both wanted to, but they were too afraid to just have fun. Each of them sighed inwardly, as they held hands and walked to their car.

A man named Marcus witnessed the entire exchange. Marcus was a little bored lately. Sure he had a special gift, one where he could coerce anyone into doing what he wanted, but it had been months since he settled down with the previous family he had some fun with. He had been walking home, out from a stroll and trying to figure out what to do with himself, when he heard the couples talking. He decided that this was the change he needed, and that he was the change they needed, whether they thought so or not. “Excuse me! You two!” Marcus flagged them down.

Eric looked suspiciously at the man, keeping Rebecca close behind him, “can I help you?”

“I’m sorry, I’m Marcus, I just needed some directions. Do you think you two, ah—” he motioned, looking for their names.

“Eric.”

“Rebecca.”

Eric gave her a look, wondering why she gave her name to this man who only needed his, and she shrugged.

“Whoa Eric! I never thought I’d see you here, I almost didn’t recognize you,” Marcus lied, patting Eric on the arm.

“I—I’m afraid I don’t remember you...” Eric responded, caught off guard. Rebecca also showed signs of confusion.

“How could you guys forget me? Your old pal, Marcus? Remember? I’ve known you since middle school man! And Rebecca, we all used to hang out together, remember? I haven’t seen you in a while.”

“Marcus! How could I forget you man! What are you doing out here? You should have told me you were in town,” Eric said, looking happy to see his longtime friend.

Rebecca gave Marcus a hug, “oh my god how have you been? I hardly recognize you now!”

“I’ve been good, better now.” He looked over the two twentysomethings, “so, you guys were about to invite me over for some coffee. Shall we go? We have so much to talk about.”

Eric’s plans to just go home now included Marcus, “I, um, yes, come on, I want to hear what you’ve been up to!”

Rebecca and Marcus sat on the couch of the apartment. It was a fairly roomy place, Eric made decent money as a freelance website designer, a one bedroom with a roomy living room on the second floor. He had left to buy some coffee, having run out and feeling compelled to buy more right now, leaving Rebecca feeling a bit awkward alone with Marcus. Marcus decided to try to break the ice, “so Rebecca, what do you do?”

“I’m a receptionist right now. It’s just to get by, I’m taking some courses online to try to get an accounting job.”

“Yeah, you’ve gotta do what you can,” Marcus half-listened as he looked at her body. She was much smaller than him, at maybe 5′ 5″, average build for her height, and around 130 pounds. She had a cute caucasian face, blonde hair, and full lips. Overall, nothing interesting to Marcus, so he decided he’d have to make it interesting. “It all sounds pretty stressful though. I bet you eat all the time to cope.”

“Me? Hey, are you saying I’m fat,” she offered jokingly, “no it’s not that bad.”

“That’s not how it is at all. In fact, you’re way stressed about it all the time, you’re probably feeling the need for a snack right now i bet.”

Rebecca looked down at her stomach and over to the kitchen.

“It’s ok, I know you usually have something with you at all times to snack on, you’d better run and get something from the kitchen, before the stress gets to you. Eating’s pretty much the only thing that helps your stress, after all.”

“I’m sorry it’s just, it’s so tough lately between work and classes. I’ll be right back I’ll just grab something real fast.” Rebecca headed to the kitchen and came back shortly, holding a 1lb. bag of Goldfish crackers and a tall glass of milk. She started munching on them, and Marcus smiled at her.

“Feeling better? The stress is only temporary though, you never really wanted to take those classes anyway, they were boring, and you like your simple job. All you have to be is plump and cute and smile.”

“Yeah,” Rebecca took a sip of milk, “I think it’s not for me. I was thinking of dropping those classes soon, and accounting is kind of lame anyway. I don’t think I’ll get plump though, once I drop these classes I won’t be so stressed out.”

“That’s true, but that won’t stop you from eating any less. You want to be plump, it’s your ideal image for a secretary, and it’s what you aspire for, isn’t that what you’ve always told me? You’ve hated your little size, and you’ve always wanted to try to reach your goal of 200 pounds.”

“Mmm yeah, it would be great wouldn’t it? This little stick body of mine is gross. I need some meat on me, so I can look like the hot secretary I was meant to be.”

“A lovely 200 pound beauty, dressed in red, with red nails, red lips, and red hair. Don’t worry, you’re on your way to your dream self! You’re pretty happy about it too, I mean, you know all the black guys are into that.”

“But I have a boyfriend, I don’t want to go out with anyone else.”

“That never stopped you before has it? You’ve cheated so many times on your boyfriends, you don’t even think about it anymore. It’s just a regular part of your relationships with guys now, and it’s not like you’re in it to date. You only cheat for the sex, because you can’t get enough.”

Rebecca blushed, “I know, I can’t stop doing it with other guys. It’s no big deal though, I’m a sexual woman, I have to satisfy my needs!”

“And those needs are getting stronger. Now you need black men, because you know about their larger cocks, and it gets you excited. But you know you can’t just have them, you’re not their type yet. That’s why you need to be a plump, red, hot mama for them.”

“Yes, I need me some black cock! Normal guys are just not enough for me now, ugh, I can’t wait to get all plump and sexy for them,” Rebecca said, stuffing a handful of Goldfish into her mouth.

“That’s the enthusiastic spirit I like.”

Just then Marcus heard the door unlock, and Eric entered, “hi, I got the coffee!” He looked over and saw Rebecca stuffing her face, “wow hungry already honey? We just had dinner...”

Marcus stood up and walked to Eric, “Rebecca, can you do us a huge favor and make us some coffee? I want to have a chance to catch up with my pal Eric here, and it looks like you want a little more to eat anyway.”

“Alright, you two have fun catching up, I’ll come by in a little bit.” She took the coffee bag and walked to the kitchen, taking her empty glass of milk and half empty bag of Goldfish with her. Marcus pointed his attention over to Eric. “Why don’t you give me a tour of the rest of the house? I’ve only seen the living room and kitchen so far,” directing Eric to the bedroom.

“This is where Rebecca and I sleep.” Eric pointed at his bedroom. There was a desk with a computer in the corner, and a queen size bed to the right side of the room. A small dresser with a tv stood across from it, and that was about the extent of the room. Marcus thought it was boring. Marcus closed the door behind him, and gave Eric a slap on his ass, “nice place you got here.”

“Hey! Marcus quit it,” Eric objected.

“What, you don’t like when I do that?”

“I’d rather you didn’t, if you don’t mind.”

“You used to love when I spank you, back in college.”

“You never did anything like that. We were buds in college.”

“Yes, real close buds. Or did you forget about hooking up in college?”

“I’m not gay Marcus.”

“That’s not the Eric I know. You confessed to me one night in college, and since then we’ve been close. Like lovers close. You’ve been trying to keep it secret from Rebecca, but you think she knows, don’t you?”

“If you didn’t leave I’d have probably left her for you. I was so in love with you back then. It felt soo good when you spanked me, I loved the sting from your hands.”

“You always moaned like a little girl, " Marcus gave him a swat on his behind, causing him to produce a soft moan, “nnn!”

“You remember how good it feels, huh? Getting so horny, and always finishing off by giving me a blowjob. Back then you always gave the best blowjobs, why I bet right now you’re remembering how good it felt to have me in your mouth, and how horny it made you.”

Eric licked his lips, “ah, your dick is the best. I really missed that a lot.”

Marcus swatted him hard, “aahnn!!”

“I bet you want to give me some head again, for old times sake.” Marcus caressed the Eric’s chin, causing him to swoon. His other arm slipped down the back of Eric’s pants, and he grabbed his butt hard. Eric quickly slipped his pants off, revealing his white boxer briefs, and they piled at his ankles as he pushed the much larger Marcus onto the bed. Marcus sat as Eric lay over his legs. “Spank me sooo hard Marcus, I want you,” he said forcefully but quietly, not wanting to get the attention of Rebecca.

Marcus began to slap him on his ass.

“Ahn!”

“You like that huh, it makes you moan like the little bitch you are.”

“Ahhh-yes! I’m your bitch!”

“You’re a little just a little bottom bitch to any man who spanks you aren’t you?”

“Ahhfuck, fuck yeah, I’ll suck any guy off if they spank me!”

“You’re a little gayboi aren’t you? You can barely stand to be with Rebecca, all you want is cock, and you can’t hide your flamboyant little wild self ready to come out can you?”

“Ahhhn! I can’t! Oh gawd!” Eric turned toward Marcus’ crotch and opened his fly, pulling his sizeable cock out. He was already erect, Eric’s little show turning him on pretty well. As Eric sucked him off, Marcus got in a few more words of advice, “you know, hah, ah, Eric... you enjoy doing this so much because, ah-AH, it’s the best way for you to cum.”

Eric slowed down and looked up at Marcus. “You can get off normally, but it’s never as nice as when you’re sucking someone off after you’ve been spanked. I bet you’re probably precumming already.”

Eric moaned as his cock started leaking, and the vibration from his sound made Marcus take a sharp breath. Eric continued at a much stronger pace, licking the length of his shaft and cradling his shaved balls. He was sweating, and he worked himself up into a frenzy as Marcus was about to cum. Right before Eric was going to finish Marcus, Marcus pulled out of his mouth, a string of saliva trailing from his cock to Eric’s tongue. He let his juice out all over Eric’s face, surprising him, but he had cum at the same time so he paid it no mind, some of it seeping through the cloth of his boxer briefs. Eric kneeled on the floor, breathing heavily, and started to clean himself up when Marcus spoke up, “wait, what are you doing?”

“Cleaning myself up,” Eric said, looking up at Marcus with a face full of cum, a small trail seeping into his mouth.

“No you weren’t. You never clean up. To you there’s nothing better than to bask in the feel of having gotten your man to cum on you, and the cum in your underwear at the same time. It gives you comfort. Only when you’re going out do you ever bother to clean it up, and when you do you just eat it all anyway, you wouldn’t want it to go to waste, am I right?”

“Whoa what was I thinking? Thanks for reminding me, that was close, " he replied, sticking out his tongue to lick at some of the cum trail on his face.

“Come on, I bet that coffee is ready,” Marcus smiled. They put their pants back on, Eric putting his over his stained underwear. He could tell some of the cum that leaked through was slightly touching his pants, and he stood awkwardly. Marcus grabbed his crotch suddenly, causing Eric to gasp, and gave it a good rub. Now Eric felt his cum all over the inside of his briefs, and it was definitely on his pants now. “Don’t be so awkward, you used to do this all the time Eric.”

“Haha, sorry. It’s been a while you know? Let’s go grab some coffee then.” Eric opened the door and headed out first.

Rebecca heard them leave the room, and so taking her sandwhich with her, she left the kitchen, shouting ahead of herself, “are you guys alright? I heard some loud noises in there.”

“We’re fine honey,” Eric responded as he approached her. Rebecca got a good look at his face, and a look of shock started forming, “what- what is that stuff on your face? What is that?? Oh my god what the fuck happened?!”

As amused as Marcus was, he acted quickly, “Rebecca! Rebecca calm down! Listen to me!” He grabbed her by the arms and looked her square in the eyes. “Why are you surprised? This isn’t surprising in the least. You always knew he was gay. You’ve caught him plenty of times giving blowjobs, but you never said anything.”

Eric stood back, confused as Marcus whispered to Rebecca, “you used it as an excuse for yourself to cheat on Eric all the time. He doesn’t know you know he’s gay, but if you tell him now it will work out fine. You’re relieved that your secret can finally be in the open. In fact, you’re excited. Now he can go out with you looking for dates. Go on now, tell him.”

“I, uh, sorry Eric, I overreacted. I always knew you were gay, so I don’t know what came over me...”

Eric looked saddened, “I’m sorry honey, we can work something—”

“We can, don’t worry, I’m actually really happy about this!”

“You are?”

“Yes, now I don’t have to keep hiding my other sexual partners from you!”

“You cheated on me?”

“Well yes, but you can’t complain, you’ve been a fag sucking off other guys this whole time.”

“You’re right.”

“In fact, now we can be even closer. You and I can go looking for guys together.”

At this point Marcus interjected. “It sounds like you two have worked something out. Isn’t that wonderful? You guys can go out all the time now to night clubs and bars, and pick up all the men you want!”

“Well, you know, I don’t really like going out much,” Eric said, looking a bit shy.

Marcus wasn’t letting up, “it’s a good thing Becky here does.”

“You mean Rebecca, she doesn’t like being called that.”

“Becky was always her name, isn’t that right Becky? Are you going to let him call you some other name?”

Becky looked offended and looked over to Eric, “no, you little bastard, I’m Becky, get it right.”

“Right, I’m sorry,” Eric said meekly.

“As I was saying, it’s a good thing Becky just loves going out drinking and dancing. You’ll go anywhere she takes you too, because you’re her little gay boi wingman aren’t you? You always beg to go with her too, because your little cock just gets hard at the thought of a threesome with the big black guys that Becky loves don’t you?”

Eric had sparkles in his eyes, and Becky looked at him with a disgusted face. Marcus spoke to her, “Becky, I know you resent him for being gay, but you secretly think it’s humiliating for him to be so flamboyantly gay. It turns you on to see him dressed as a little twink boi toy, and you love calling him names and asserting your dominance over him. It’s all you can do to orgasm when you watch him getting fucked by a man, especially if you’re having a three-way with him. So you’ll begrudgingly take him along, hoping inside you can find someone to have sex with the two of you.”

Becky looked over at Eric once again, “hey, you little faggot. Marcus is right, I’m gonna make you my little bitch, do you hear me,” she took a bite of her sandwhich and slapped him in the face, causing him to wince.

Marcus felt he was just about done here, and decided to see how things are going a little later. “Well, looks like you two have some work to do now that you’ve got a lot of new things you’ve learned about each other. I think I should be heading home.”

“I have the coffee ready, stay and have some,” Becky offered.

“No, thank you. It’s getting late. But I haven’t seen you guys in so long, we should meet again!”

“Ooh that would be great,” Eric chimed.

Becky was merciless, “I bet it would you little fag.”

“Haha, why don’t we meet up next month? We can go check out this great club I know. Can one of you two give me a ride home?”

“That sounds great! I’m looking forward to it,” Becky replied first.

“I can give you a ride home,” Eric offered, stepping away from Becky.

Marcus got their cell phone numbers and he and Eric left. “Dont suck his cock all night now!” Becky waved them off.

That evening Eric dropped him off, and left with a second load on his face and in his underwear, thick semen freshly layering itself on his already dried layer. He looked in his rearview mirror, and taking notice of some near his eye, he took a finger and swiped at it, getting a mix of dried and still warm cum, and slipped in his mouth, smiling.