The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Darkness.

I tried to move.

Nothing.

I relax and feel good, so good. I can feel a vibration a centre of pleasure. Sound a sound now. So hard to think, feel so good.

- Do you think he can hear us -

- He should be able too I’ve had that vibrator up his ass for five minutes now -

- It’s so cool, he looks just like a mannequin, I still can’t believe that’s him, that he’s going to stay like that, its so hot -

I feel the hand.

- he’s got a great cock its a shame we cant get it out -

Press down hard.

- couldn’t you have had him naked -

On my trapped member.

Stroking it.

- That would be so vulgar James. Besides Ben is our friend -

Hands touching my nipples.

A voice close by.

- You look pretty in pink Ben -

Pink, pink rubber, masters rubber.

- Ben -

Darkness and then shadow, then movement.

- Ben -

The voice,

- Come on Ben -

Wesley’s voice.

- That’s, it lets me see those eyes focus a little, let me know that your awake -

My eyes try to focus, try to be good.

- That’s it good boy -

I’m a good boy, a very good boy, masters boy.

- No stay with me Ben concentrate on being Ben -

Must be Ben. I’m Ben.

- That’s it tiger stay with me -

Light, bright light and the apartment.

- Good boy Ben -

Wesley’s apartment.

Wesley is sitting by me; I can just see him.

There are animals on the wall, they do not move.

James is there on the sofa, opposite on the sofa.

- I’ve wanted you for so long Ben -

The sofa where I sat, with Wesley’s shirt, sweatshirt, tied around my neck on the sofa.

- and now I own you body and soul -

Kneeling, on the floor, hands on the floor.

- I’m going to keep you, keep you safe -

Wesley squats over me, his lips on mine.

- You like it don’t you Ben, like being still, unable to move -

Like being still, feels good to be still.

- a statue a mannequin -

A statue, plastic only plastic.

- plastic your only plastic -

Plastic only plastic.

- only an object, your my object, my mannequin, my tiger toy -

Masters toy, masters tiger toy.

- We’ll have leave it there for now James, he’s been deep under for three months now.—

Good boy...masters boy ....

- It will take quite few sessions to get him anywhere near being lucid again -

object .... master.... toy..

- That’s it Ben -

- Go to sleep -

- Learn to be a statue -

... statue .... good statue

- Be still -

- Be a statue -

- Be a good statue -

- A very good statue -

The pleasure of the vibrator would bring me to life. I tried so hard to make my master happy. So hard to concentrate on being Ben but it was like holding water, a moment only and he was gone. Slowly though I begin to hold him for longer. When I’m Ben I have my memories, there strongest when I’m alone on the days when my Master leaves the vibrator in me to come at random and keep me conscious as long as the batteries last like a clockwork toy. Not that it matters, even when I’m Ben I serve my Master I remember moving, being alive but now I’m only statue.

....a very good statue...

.... a toy ... masters toy ..

- Wake up Ben -

- Wake up Ben, I have a surprise for you -

I’m slow, confused, I can see myself, no another statue opposite by the sofa. Kneeling bent back like me, by the sofa. Kneeling legs covered in rubber, rubber tights. Rubber tights, but green. Green vibrant green rubber, his erection twisted down to the thigh, trapped swollen under slick rubber. His torso, chest, dark skinned, ripped muscle caught frozen in plastic. The face I know, the memory, striking Latin features under jet-black hair. The eyes deep soulful brown, deep, locked with mine immobile.

- Well Ben, it seems that Toni graduated this summer -

James beside him now, beside Toni.

- I think he looks good in green don’t you -

Running his hands over my hard body.

- Do you think he’ll look good been fucked in green, being fucked by James -

I can see James standing in front of Toni, slowly drawing down the zip of his trousers

- Just like you would look good being fucked in pink, in pink rubber -

I can feel his hands on me turning me, to face the sofa the sofa next to me. Tilted forward head pressed down into the fabric, arms, legs rigid, pointing skyward.

I feel him kneeling close behind me. His hands running over my thighs, my butt, open to him as hands lock to my waist, holding me.

- I think its time Ben -

I feel his cock slowly slide into me.

- Time to fuck you Ben -

And out.

- Fuck you Ben -

And in quicker

- nice and slow -

And slow, so good.

- fuck you your fuck toy -

good boy .. fuck toy

- Fuck, fuck, fuck you boy -

fuck ... toy ... master fuck toy... oh good... so good

fuck... masters fuck toy... fuck... fuck..me.. wesley... fuck object...........

He came in great long pulses, filling me with his cum, before slumping, panting to floor behind me. I find myself awake, wanting more.

- Well... Ben.. welcome to the ... to the rest of your life.. your really fucked now Tiger -

- Thanks for inviting me to the Ball Wesley. Whoa! you weren’t joking about the statues -

I can see the young man come into view, shorter than my Master, but much better built, filled out from.. older than..

- Do you like them? -

In a tuxedo the man and my Master in a tuxedo, a black tuxedo. They look good the man and my master.

- Sure but their kind of erotic aren’t they -

The man by Toni, look, looking at Toni. Toni fixed in plastic and green rubber, tights and.... his hands on Toni’s

- but there kind of cool, how do you make them?—

My master behind him. His hands on the young mans shoulder.

- I could make a statue of you Eric, if you want. No ones going to see it except me and a few special people -

The young man comes across to me. The young man, I know him, Eric, but not the boy, the boy in the library, who I must contact, a promise a man, stronger, filled out, muscular, his hand rubbed hot over my leg.

- It’s three years since I saw him or Toni, I thought I’d might see them at the Nationals but I didn’t-

- Eric people often move on after graduation, what about you? -

He finds his hand straying unconsciously over my fixed erection. His face comic as he realises what he’s done. Turning red as his hand pulls away.

- ..sorry what ..—

- now that you’ve graduated -

- I don’t know, back to the farm I suppose, haven’t got much family, how long does it take to make these? -

- Not long for you, do you want to be one. I would love to complete my wrestling collection -

He turns Eric around to face. My master looking down into that cute fair face.

- After all Eric, your the best of them, Ben and Toni made the states, but you took the Nationals, and I’ll make it worth your while, I pay very well -

- But Wesley, your not going to make me wear pink are you -

- Come here Eric .. -

I can see the master take the rubber from his pocket.

- Lets get this tie on you -

Sheen of silver grey, no, the name, color I can’t remember of the rubber wrapped around Eric’s neck, tight.

- Something darker I think -

- Thanks Wesley -

- Eric, I think your going to very look good in pewter -