The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Author: Darr Fall

Title: Hey Mikey!

Chapter 3.

I was beginning to break free. Chuck’s power and muscles were focused on Jaime, bringing him under in moments and driving him to explode with shouts of unadulterated admiration for Chuck’s brother Derek. Turned on as I was, my eyes were half open and I wondered if my arms and legs could move now. However uncertain, wobbly, sleepy they were, maybe they could carry me out of this room and into mine. Maybe I could lock my door, and lie on my bed, safe from more exposure to Chuck’s rippling, overpowering muscles. Maybe I could sleep off his commands, forget all about him and his hot little brother to whom he meant to enslave me. Maybe tomorrow...

“Now, where were we?” Chuck’s baritone crooned sweetly and menacingly.

My eyes were open, my arms were half succeeding in lifting my body off the floor. I saw him look at me.

“See what you did, Jaime? You almost made me let hit him get away.” He paused with a hint of a smirk. “Almost”.

His smile widened. “Because Magic Mouth Mikey can’t help himself.” He flexed his left pec. Then his right. “That’s right, Mikey, go ahead, try to look away.” He kept bouncing his pecs one after the other as he lifted his arms over his head, exposing the full force of his biceps and triceps. “That’s right, Mikey, you know what power these muscles have. You know how the more you look at them, the weaker you get. The drowsier you get. The sleepier you get.”

Why were my eyes fluttering, watering? Why were my arms turning to jell-o? I blinked hard.

“Go ahead, Mikey, try to look away. Because you can’t resist these muscles when you look at them, feeling their power overpower you feeble little resistance. Your only hope, Mikey, is to look away. Go ahead, Mikey, try to look away. The harder you try, the more stuck and sleepy your eyes become”.

He crouched next to me on the floor. His rippling, flexing torso hovered over me, filling my field of vision. I tried to turn my head but my neck wouldn’t move. I tried to close my fluttering eyes, but they would blink and come right back open. I felt the warmth of his body on my skin. Needing, craving him to be close, imagining, in spite of myself, how good succumbing to him again will feel.

“That’s right, Mikey. You can just go right back down to that special place under my power. Just let it take you there now.”

His pecs were bouncing in front of my eyes in a rhythmic cadence now. Their rhythm was slowing, and with it, my breathing, my thoughts, my heartbeat slowed. He was too powerful and I was too weak. I felt my cock harden as all my muscles softened. My body had dissolved into jelly under Chuck’s power. My mind was right behind it.

“SLEEP!” he bellowed with a thundering flex.

The world went dark.

“Good boy, Mikey. With every second you remain in that pleasant sleep, feeling my power overcome you so pleasantly and completely, the deeper you go. And the deeper you go, the more pleasant and overpowering my words become. That’s right.”

“Now, Mikey, your mind is becoming completely enslaved to my brother Derek. All you can think of, all you can thirst for, all you crave in this life is to pleasure him. To obey him. To serve him. You can feel that desire arousing inside of you now. The desire to please him in any way he likes to be pleased. That desire to be his adoring slave, to be at his beck and call, and to use your amazing blowjob mouth to make him feel sooooo good, because when he feels good, Mikey, you feel good. That’s right. You want to be with him, close to him, so that you can satisfy his need whenever he calls on you. And when he starts college at Central State, you want to be right there with him, maybe even be his roommate so you can service him...”

“Wait a sec, bro!” What? My brother Matt? I had forgotten that anyone was there except Chuck with his thundering hypnotic body and that inescapable rhythmic croon.

“Dude, " he said as I heard him turn away from me. “Shut the fuck up”

“Chuck, come on man, Mikey’s smart.”

“You saying Derek isn’t?” The menace in his voice took on a shade of anger. It was a fearsome combination.

“No, man, Mikey got into all these big schools. Famous schools. He’s got so many choices, so many places he can go. Don’t make him go to Central State just to blow your brother.”

“Matt, you’re really fucking pissing me off right now.”

“Dude...”

“Final warning, man! Shut the fuck up and let me do what I came here...”

“This is why you came? To ruin my brother’s future? To take away opportunities he worked so hard for? That’s cold, man. And that’s sick.”

Chuck stood up. My body was still pleasantly weak and numb, but my eyes were opening. Curiosity is a powerful thing. I could see Chuck’s thick quads tighten through his jeans as he stood up and turned to Matt.

“I thought you were my friend, dude.”

“This isn’t about...”

“Shut up.” The power in his voice was enough to silence even Matt. “I thought you were my friend. I helped you out in the gym. I helped you out with girls... Remember that cheerleader you finally got in the sack? Well, I put her under for you and made her hot for you... What, did you really think she just came onto you for those striking good looks?”

The bitter sarcasm in his voice was unmistakable. I almost heard it chip away, saw away Matt’s confidence little by little.

“That’s right. And did you think I don’t see you glance at me in the weight room? You don’t think I know how much you feel my power? How much you fear my power? How much you know that you’re as weak as anyone else. And I know you only wanted to be friends with me because you thought that would keep you safe. You thought I won’t turn my power on a friend”.

A horrified look crossed my brother’s youthful face.

“That’s right, Mattie, I knew all along. And it was fine, as long as you kept your place. But now...”

“Please...” Matt mouthed in a whimper

“Too late, Mattie. Too fucking late. Let me see...”

He thought briefly, then an evil smile lit up his face.

“I remember you glancing at my legs an awful lot when I work them in the weight room, Mattie. Maybe that’s your sweet spot. He unbuttoned his jeans that were already fearsomely tight around his bulging thighs. Matt was speechless, his eyes wider than I’ve ever seen them. And then, with a rip of his fly that cracked like lightning through the air, Chuck pushed down his jeans, letting them glide down his bulging, rippling legs, and all the way to the floor.

Matt’s mouth, that had been desperately trying to form the word “no” turned silent and dry. Thunderous and mighty legs caressed by tight black boxer-briefs stood right in front of him, with the outlines of Chuck’s thick, meaty manhood protruding through.

“That’s right,” Chuck crooned with a wicked smirk in his voice. “You can’t handle it”.

With that, he shook the bulk muscle mass on his left leg and tightened it, compressing it into a thunderous and overpowering bulging thigh. He did the same with the other leg, shaking and tightening, compelling the fearsome outlines of his strength to materialize on leg and invade my helpless brother’s vision and mind.

“That’s right,” Chuck kept cooing, as my brother drew a jagged breath and whimpered helplessly. He relaxed his thighs slightly and then tightened them again rising onto his tiptoes, bring his overpowering at my falling brother’s eyelevel.

He slowly lowered himself back, and as he did, I could see my brother’s gaze travel with him, following his thighs as they relaxed just a little. And then his herculean frame rose again, tightening his hypnotic legs once more, and my brother’s lost gaze followed. He was setting up a rhythm, I realized. An inescapable hypnotic rhythm, and my brother had been drawn in. In his mind, he may have been trying to fight, but I knew how powerful Chuck’s spell was. Once he trapped you in a rhythm, you couldn’t help but follow.

“That’s right, feeling so good now to give in, doesn’t it Mattie”. If I ever called my brother Mattie, he’d punch me. He hated that name, and now I knew why. As Chuck bulldozed my brother’s resistance with his overpowering legs, he was chipping away at his confidence and manhood with his words. In his state, my helpless brother could not object to or resist the diminutive feminine connotation of that name. His mind couldn’t help but slowly accept it.

Chuck was bringing his body closer to the slacked face of my poor brother, his legs tightening and flexing inescapably in my brother’s face. Bringing his crotch and bulging thighs closer and closer to “If you could only see how helpless you are as you sit there falling under my power.” Chuck’s quads were almost touching Matt’s face as they exploded into mind-numbing masses of power over and over in my defenseless brother’s mind.

“That’s right, Mattie. That’s what you want. That’s what you always wanted. Go ahead, Mattie. Put your hands on my legs.” I saw my brother’s eyes twitch and his facial muscles slightly tighten. He was trying to resist.

“That’s right, Mattie, keep trying to deny how badly you want to feel my power for yourself. Keep trying to deny those glances you took at me in the weight room. Try not to remember how you watched me do leg extensions, watching my gym shorts ride down these thighs, and how I would tighten them overpowering that weight pushing against them. The same way their tightening now overpowers your feeble resistance, Mattie. You can feel it, can’t you? The harder you try to push your hands from satisfying your desire to touch my muscle, the harder it becomes, doesn’t it, Mattie? So go ahead, Mattie, try as hard as you can. Sooo hard now, Mattie...”

My brother’s pants were starting to tent. “That’s right, Mattie... so hard... to resist... because the more aroused you get, the more strength your cock takes away from your mind, the weaker your mind becomes.” He flexed his thighs suddenly and powerfully with that last statement, sending my helpless brother’s mind reeling so much further toward defeat. Matt’s hands began to shake... as if some fading part of his mind was trying to hold them back.

“That’s right, Mattie, keep trying to resist the desire my legs create in you. Keep trying to ignore how hard your cock is throbbing in your pants the harder you try to resist the inevitable,” Chuck kept crooning as his thighs flexed and released, rose and fell in a mesmerizing rhythm, that the my desperate and weakened brother couldn’t help but follow with his eyes and head. As if with a mind of their own, Matt’s hands flew through the air and landed on Chuck’s thundering thighs. A moan if sheer, unadulterated, insuppressible pleasure escaped Matt’s trembling lips.

“Very good, Mattie. Just feel that masculine power, the sexual energy, flowing into you now, filling and overwhelming you now.” Chuck once again tightened his thighs and a thundering lump of muscle mass congealed into a steel-hard form of muscle materialized under my brother’s shaking, roving hands, as Chuck rose on his tiptoes and sank back, gliding his thighs up and down driving Matt’s arousal to the brink of explosion.

“That’s right, Mattie, just slide your hands, now. Feel what a real man’s legs feel like.” Matt’s hands started finding their way down Chuck’s trunks. “Look at this, Mattie... my legs are thicker than your head. Just feel the backs of these monsters. Feel the strength and power that you’ll never have, Mattie. Because you’re just not man enough, Mattie. But it’s ok... because you can feel mine, Mattie. You can enjoy my strength, my power, Mattie, because it feels so good to be under its spell, doesn’t it, my little Mattie? My weak little girly Mattie? My pathetic, helpless, weak, little girly Mattie” Matt only whimpered, sitting so close on the edge of the bed now, that he was no more than an inch or two away from falling on the floor. I felt sorry for him... Here was my masculine brother, the state champion athlete, the ladies’ man, whimpering pathetically at another guy’s power.

“That’s right, just feel that power, Mattie, seducing you, overpowering you, ensnaring you, enslaving you. Pushing you deep deep down, Mattie. That’s right, your muscles are no match for it... just feel them turn to jelly and take your rightful place, Mattie, on your knees before me.

Once again, I saw my brother’s face tighten. His arms tightened too. Somewhere in his mind, he understood what Chuck was saying. He tightened ever muscle in his body, and, for the first time since Chuck began his onslaught on my brother’s mind, Matt was able to shut his eyes. A hint of frustration crossed Chuck’s face. And then...

“DOWN!!!” Chuck bellowed. He grabbed my brother by his hair, and pulled him right into his body, with Matt’s face plunging square into Chuck’s thundering crotch. The thick slab of meat in Chuck’s boxer briefs now protruded right into my brother’s face. There was a split second of fight in Matt before, without thinking, he took a breath. And with that, the scent of Chuck’s manhood overwhelmed him.

Matt’s every muscle once again became limp. His hands, trying desperately, to hold onto Chuck’s legs, but it was no use. He slid down and was on his knees, looking up helplessly at his merciless muscle master.

“There you, Mattie”, said Chuck with fearsome contentment. Look up at me, Mattie. That’s right... this is the body you could never achieve yourself, Mattie. Feel my calves, Mattie, that’s right.” Matt’s hands slid, as if guided by an invisible force to Chuck’s calves which he flexed tightly rising just a little on his toes.

“That’s right... feel that thickness. feel that definition. My calves are thicker than your thighs, aren’t they?”

Matt was too deeply entranced to doubt the exaggeration, responding only with defeated silence.

“AREN’T THEY?”

“Yes”. It was barely a whisper.

“That’s right, Mattie. You don’t have enough manhood of your own, do you Mattie? You’re to weak to go on being as pathetic and girly as you are, aren’t you Mattie?”

“Yes”. No fight now. Only surrender.

“So you know you need my Manhood to keep you going, don’t you Mattie?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want to see it, Mattie?”

“Yes.”

“Do you need to see it, Mattie?”

“Yes.”

“That’s right, Mattie. Submit NOW!". With that, Chuck reached under his boxer briefs and pulled out his thick bulging cock. It was thicker, straighter, and more beautiful than any cock I’d ever seen”

“That’s right, Mattie. This is your new source of manhood.” Chuck started swinging it left to right. Slowly. Methodically. Rhythmically. Hypnotically. Matt’s eyes followed meekly, and with a trace of hunger.

“That’s right, Mattie. Feel this cock take over your mind. Feel it become the source of manhood that you so desperately need to make up for your weakness and girliness. Focus on it, follow it, need it, crave it, worship it.”

Matt’s breathing was becoming heavier. The look on his face became almost lustful. Matt’s cock escaped up from between his thighs and throbbed in obedience.

“That’s right, Mattie. This cock is your greatest desire. You need to worship it. Pleasure it. Swallow the man juice it provides, don’t you Mattie?”

“Yes”, Mattie whispered, finding it hard to speak through his arousal.

“Look how turned on you’re becoming as you watch that cock, Mattie”.

“mmmmm...” Matt moaned, lost in desire.

“That’s right, Mattie. Feel that desire build up inside you, Mattie.” Chuck flexed his legs, followed by his abs, pecs, and biceps. A shudder and another loud moan coursed through my brother.”

“That’s right, Mattie. You’re going to spill your man juice for me. And with it, you’re going to spill the last of your resistance, the last of your desire for pussy, the last of your manhood, Mattie. After you spill your manhood, the lust for my cock will be all you have left, Mattie.”

Maybe Matt was going to resist, but Chuck thrust Matt’s face right into his thighs, flexing them right around his face, squeezing and overpowering it before releasing him to fall. Matt’s cock and his whole body seemed to vibrate with inescapable, urgent need.

“That’s right, Mattie, feel that need to explode with the loss of your manhood becoming stronger and stronger,” Chuck cooed, flexing yet again.

“Say good bye to your manhood, Mattie,” Chuck said dangerously. And with those words, his meaty thigh flexed and lifted as he took a slight step forward. His leg found Mattie’s cock, with his foot gliding underneath to touch Mattie’s tightened balls.

“That’s right, Mattie. Just as my muscles have hypnotized your mind, you can feel my leg hypnotize your cock. Feel my foot hypnotize your balls into exploding out all their seed. Because your balls can’t resist, Mattie. They can’t resist a real man, Mattie, can they?.

My brother only shook, moaned, and whimpered, his cock as trembling as if in a seizure under Chuck’s unrelenting seduction. Chuck gently glided his foot in and out, raised it up and down under Mattie’s balls, caressing them, massaging them, ensnaring them.

“That’s right, Mattie. So close now, to exploding, to surrendering, to shedding the last of your manhood, Mattie”.

Mattie was breathing heavier, moaning louder, shaking uncontrollably. Chuck smiled devilishly. And then he tightened every muscle in his body, flexing it and overwhelming Mattie’s defeated senses, just as his foot gave Mattie’s balls that one, final, perfectly calculated touch.

“CUM!” Chuck yelled. Mattie’s shaking exploded into an uncontrollable tremor. His moan turned into a scream, as his body tightened, lurched. A stream of hot white cream escaped his thrashing cock, some landing on Chuck’s leg, and some flying past onto the floor. The shaking and moaning kept on for a few seconds as Chuck kept flexing and hypnotizing Mattie’s balls with his foot, mercilessly extracting from my poor brother every last drop of his manhood. And when every last drop was gone, he let Mattie go. Emasculated Mattie collapsed in a helpless heap on the floor.

“We’re going to have a lot of fun together, you and I, my little cock slut” Chuck cooed with a smile.

“But for now...

“SLEEP!”