The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Eric was coming to the end of a visit from out of town. He looked down at the weird alien reality-altering device in his hands. “Can I use it to change things at my school?”

His cousin, a member of the local school’s chess club and one of Slade’s assistants, looked quickly from side to side, to make sure Slade wasn’t coming. “No, you probably won’t be able to change things at your school, it’s too far away and this thing has a short range. But I guess you could use it to change yourself in some way. Hurry! I’ve got to get the thing back into the drawer at the lab before anyone notices it’s missing!”

Eric held the device as his cousin had showed him, closed his eyes, and thought, “I wish my cock would develop its own super powers!” He opened his eyes and looked at the device. Nothing seemed to happen. He felt through his pants: no change whatsoever. His below-average-sized cock hadn’t seemed to grow one tiny bit. “I don’t think this thing works,” he said to his cousin.

“Well, maybe you used it wrong. Here, give it back. I’ve got to put it away!” His cousin grabbed the device and took off. Disappointed, Eric walked to the parking lot to wait for his cousin to drive him back to his home town.

Back at his own school the next day, Eric walked to his locker, disappointed by the lack of any sign that the alien device had any effect at all. He had always been attracted to Marty, a very cute blond gay guy in his class who clearly never reciprocated the attraction, and today Eric spent extra time hanging around Marty to see if there would be any reaction. Nothing. The only slightly strange thing that happened during the day was that it seemed that more than the normal number of the school jocks were passing him in the hall. They never looked directly at him, but seemed to slow down as they were passing. Maybe he was just imagining it.

At the end of the school day, Eric found himself drawn to the locker room just as football practice was ending. Even though he had never gone there at that time, and had no reason to be there, nobody seemed to find it strange when came in and sat down on a bench just as the players were stripping for the showers. Eric ogled the large bodies, perfect and imperfect, moving around him. He had never been particularly attracted to large muscular guys—cute little Marty was more his type—but he couldn’t help but stare at the bulging muscles, bulky chests, and the swinging cocks parading around him, all accompanied by the smell of jock sweat.

And another weird thing: almost every player seemed to pass directly in front of him on the way to the shower area, perform some kind of flexing action—arms, legs, back, or butt—then proceed to the shower, all without actually looking at Eric. And Eric’s cock was at its full five inches inside his pants, and twitching, untouched, while this was going on.

After they had finished their showers, each member of the team passed by Eric again—even when Eric wasn’t on the direct route to his locker—and performed his little flex again, without looking at Eric. And surprisingly, not one member of the team left the locker room even when fully dressed. They all just stood around looking dazed.

Finally, as if someone had sent a signal, all of the team members seemed to come to their senses and left at exactly the same time. All except one: a senior Eric recognized as Lance Peterson, the defensive captain of the team. Tall, blond, and with a suitably large upper-body build for his position, he walked up to Eric, and, sounding confused, said, “I... I have to go home with you today.”

This shocked Eric. “Erm, why?” was all he could come up with.

“I don’t know. I just know I have to do it. Come with me, I’m parked out back.” And somehow Eric knew he had to let Lance, who earlier that day wouldn’t have been able to recognize him at all, take him home. They went out back and got into Lance’s SUV.

As they pulled out of the parking lot, Eric said, “Turn left here, I live on—”

“I know where you live. I... I don’t know how I know, I just do.” Sure enough, the somewhat frightened Lance turned exactly the correct way out of the lot. As they drove, Eric seemed to notice something even weirder than what had happened so far: every once in awhile Eric’s erect cock would twitch in his pants, and every time it did, Lance’s head seemed to jerk to one side, and his eyes would widen in surprise, just for a fraction of a second. It almost seemed to Eric as if his cock were somehow “uploading” information, or commands, or doing some kind of reprogramming directly in Lance’s head. But Lance said nothing during the entire drive. As Eric’s cock twitches continued, Lance’s head still seemed to move a bit, but his eyes no longer registered surprise.

When they arrived at Eric’s house, Eric wondered how he was going to explain why a tall, muscular jock, much bigger than Eric’s dad, was following him into the house. But his dad, watching TV in the living room, didn’t even seem to notice Eric and Lance’s arrival. And his mother in the kitchen, who would normally have come out to say hi and ask about his day, continued to cook in the kitchen.

As he usually did, Eric went straight upstairs to his room to drop off his books. Wordlessly, Lance followed him into his room. As Eric unloaded his books, Lance began stripping off his clothes without hesitation. Starting with his boots, and going nonstop until his boxers were on the floor, revealing his meaty, flaccid seven inch dick. Eric couldn’t help but stare. Even though Lance wasn’t technically his type, Eric couldn’t avoid staring at the perfectly sculpted upper body, the rippling muscles in the arms and legs, and the dangling cock and beefy balls. Once totally naked, Lance stood there with absolutely no expression on his face, and then in a flat voice, said just two words:

“Change me.”

Eric thought: What? Just then, the muscular jock god dropped onto his hands and knees, and turned away from Eric, presenting his prominent upturned butt, and said once again: “Change me.” And suddenly Eric knew exactly what he was supposed to do.

His fully hard five-inch cock, which he thought had never felt harder, practically pulled him across the room to where the jock was kneeling, and practically inserted itself into the inviting upturned ass. It began pumping in and out of Lance, who made no sound and showed no reaction. Eric couldn’t explain it, but his cock somehow felt BIGGER than its five inches, almost as if it was filling up every inch that Lance’s ass had to offer. In very little time, Eric was unloading shot after shot of cum into Lance. It seemed as if it would never end, and Eric wondered how so much of his cum was entering Lance without spilling out. How much space was there inside Lance’s ass, anyway?

But as he helplessly continued to pump cum into Lance, he noticed other things subtly happening. Lance’s already magnificent pecs and biceps seemed to expand, his arms and legs seemed if anything to get a bit thicker with muscle, and his ass seemed to plump up with each shot of Eric’s cum. His size 15 feet grew two or three sizes larger.

As Eric finally seemed to run out of cum, his cock popped out of Lance’s rear but somehow stayed harder than ever. Lance, meanwhile, stood upright at attention and then began to rotate slowly, as if on a display pedestal. Eric’s cock moved from side to side untouched, as if inspecting its handiwork being put on display.

Eric found his voice. “Er, what just happened?”

Lance stopped rotating and turned to face Eric. In a voice that was a mixture of fear, confusion and wonder, he explained, “I’ve... I’ve been changed. Your cock and cum have changed me. I used to be totally straight and dominant, but now I know I’ve become a total gay bottom. Any man or boy who wants to use me can take me. My ass is bigger and rounder, to attract penetration. And my cock—it’s weird, but my cock is now—size adjustable. It depends on the guy who ‘takes’ me. If he wants to humiliate me, my cock can be three inches long when hard; he can show that to his friends and they’ll laugh at me. But if he prefers, my cock can become a foot long and he can show everyone that he’s man enough to dominate someone with a huge cock.”

Suddenly Lance looked up and around a few times, as if he were hearing a dog whistle. “I... I’ve got to get home. My gay younger brother and his boyfriend are supposed to be the first to use me in my new configuration. When I get home I’m supposed to act big, rough and tough, but then soon they’ll discover that I’m forced to obey them and let them use me as their sex toy. Bye!”

As Lance hurriedly got dressed following his programmed orders, his shirt tore like the Hulk’s over his newly exaggerated upper body, and he barely could get his pants up over his newly prominent ass. His boots he simply abandoned, since they would clearly never fit his feet again. He ran down the stairs and out the door, while Eric’s cock twitched over the abandoned boots as if they were a trophy of conquest.

Saturday Eric stayed home. He was somewhat afraid of what might happen if he went out in public. Would his cock force him to go to a gym and enslave the beefiest guys there? To the army base to capture and control a team of personal soldier-slaves? Although his cock’s control and alteration of Lance caused Eric to have the most fantastic orgasm of his life, he felt uneasy about the ethics of the whole thing. Lance had never done a bad thing to Eric at school, and now his life was forever altered. Well, maybe Lance would learn to enjoy his new position as a horny bottom. He certainly would attract enough guys to keep his plump butt filled with alpha cum.

Meanwhile, Eric’s cock was quietly regenerating the energy it spent controlling and altering Lance. For now it let Eric hang out at home, but soon it would be trying out the latest of its steadily expanding powers.

Sunday the local NFL team had a home game. Eric had never been to a game at the stadium before, and he knew the games were always sold out, but for some reason he felt drawn to the stadium. By now he knew this impulse was his cock’s doing, but he could no longer defy the will of his cock, whose powers were growing by the day.

He felt silly as he approached the stadium’s entry gate without a ticket. What did he expect would happen? But a guard spotted him, came running up to him, and said, very deferentially, “Sir, they’re waiting for you, but you shouldn’t be using this entrance. Come with me.” Eric followed the guard about a hundred yards away from the main entrance, to the VIP door—where the doorman seemed to know who he was—and up the elevator to the owner’s luxury box.

As he stepped inside, the team’s famous owner—whom Eric never met before—stood up to shake his hand, and the owner’s really cute college-age son smiled widely at Eric, setting off both Eric’s excitement and his gaydar. The other local VIPs in the box waved briefly at him, and then turned their attention to the start of the game. Soon, the only person in the box paying any attention to Eric was the owner’s son, who kept giving him sidelong glances and grinning shyly. Eric returned the looks, but found himself concentrating on the game, which was a bit odd, since Eric had never really been interested in football.

All during the game, drinks and light snacks were served, but no one but the owner’s son paid any attention to Eric. At halftime, the owner chatted with the other VIPs, while his son flirted with Eric, who flirted back. But the second half went much like the first, with the son watching Eric while Eric studied the game carefully.

With only a few minutes to go in the game, the home team behind by four points and driving towards a score, a bulky offensive lineman screwed up and let the defender he was blocking get by and lunge at the quarterback. Fortunately, the quarterback escaped the defender and managed to run in for a touchdown.

Everyone in the box erupted in cheers. The owner’s son took the opportunity to sidle next to Eric and say in his ear, “Let’s get together after the game. Here’s my cellphone number.” The cute college guy began to write his number on a slip of paper, and Eric was very excited at the prospect of hooking up with this boy. But suddenly, the owner’s son dropped the paper and pen to the floor of the box, and stood rigidly upright. He then began to speak, seemingly against his own will.

“I’m... I’m not man enough for you, I’m just a worthless fag. I’m only the president of my frat because of all the money my dad gave them. I should just resign as president and become the house slut. I’ll call a meeting, tell the brothers about my new position, and offer a blowjob to everyone in the house.” And he rigidly stepped towards the door of the box and out. No one else in the box seemed to notice any of this. Eric was terrifically disappointed by the cute son’s departure, but there was nothing he could do.

The game ended, and the owner said, “OK, time to go down to the locker room.” Eric followed the man down the elevator and to the room where the jubilant team was undressing at their lockers. The owner spoke above the noise. “Great job, guys, by everybody. Well, almost everybody. I’ve brought your special reward with me. Well, for Hollander, it’s your special punishment for screwing up and almost costing us the game.” The giant lineman hung his head in shame.

Suddenly, the lineman stood at rigid attention. From what he had seen several times earlier, Eric knew what was going to happen even before it did. And he knew his increasingly powerful cock was responsible for it.

Hollander said, obviously horrified by the words coming out of his mouth: “I... I’ve become a slave to the feet of my teen poolboy... I must... I must obey him all of this week... I have to clean the pool, naked, while he watches, lounging on a chair in a Speedo sipping a drink... then if I do a good enough job he may reward me by allowing me to worship his feet... which will cause me to cum all over the deck, and I have to lick it all up... All week when I get home from practice he will make me wear women’s clothing and cook him dinner... He will invite his friends over to my house for a party, where I will perform whatever perverted sex acts they command while they trash the place... If I don’t obey fast enough, the pool boy can just wiggle his bare toes and I will be overcome with painful, overwhelming lust... unable to disobey...” The muscular giant’s look of horror grew worse as he was forced by Eric’s cock to recite his punishment, and picture every minute of it. But he could not stop himself.

“If I do REALLY well in next week’s game, the punishment will end, and the poolboy and his friends will forget everything that happened. If I do badly, the punishment will get worse... I will gradually lose my will to the pool boy... He will begin taking over everything that is mine... I will become HIS pool boy at what is now HIS house... Every waking thought and dream will be about HIM... I will be just another one of his toys, like HIS car that was mine...” He shuddered.

“But if I do nothing special in the game, nothing really good or really bad, just do my job, the punishment will continue at the same level, except I’ll have a choice whether to keep hating it, or crave it...” Clearly, Eric’s cock had a kind of a twisted sense of humor. Or maybe that was just the way it worked.

Suddenly, the giant’s immense cock began to lengthen and fatten. “Oh, God, I’m beginning to get hard, I’ve got to get home to begin my punishment. I won’t be able to get soft again until my teen poolboy master permits me to cum... Got to get out of here!” And in an intense hurry, he sloppily dressed—having a hard time covering his engorged cock—and fled.

There was an awkward pause. The coach continued: “Now for the good part. Jenkins, you really distinguished yourself out there today. Despite Hollander’s mistake, you saved our whole season. It’s time for your reward. On the bench, NOW!”

The handsome quarterback tore off the rest of his uniform and lay, naked, face down on the bench, eagerly anticipating what was to come. Eric’s cock lengthened to its full proud five inches, and he knew he had to climb atop Jenkins, who was happily shivering with anticipation. Then, without any preliminary activity, and no outside lube of any kind, Eric plunged into the quarterback’s super-eager asshole, and began pumping away as the team cheered him on. As before, Eric was almost sure his cock lengthened to completely fill the tight passageway, inch by inch, but no one could see that. And very soon, the cock pumped shot after shot into the quarterback, and Jenkins could feel a change with each powerful spasm of liquid. WHOOSH—his arms grew a bit stronger, the muscles inflated and tightened. WHOOSH—his fingers grew a bit longer, shaped better to keep a grip on the ball. WHOOSH—his inner ear and part of his brain were slightly altered, improving his balance. His teammates couldn’t see what was happening, exactly, but they knew it was something good. No, it was great! Not one of them didn’t wish it were HIM on the bench being fucked.

Although each shot made an improvement in Jenkins’ body, other subtle transformations were occurring. With each cumshot, Jenkins lost a little piece of his personality, and became more of a football machine, and a little more blindly responsive to the will of Eric’s cock. Even after the final blast of cum, when Eric climbed off and Jenkins jumped off the bench with a triumphant grin, his teammates would not have noticed the mind alteration, but it was there. And it would make a difference in Jenkins’ future, both professional and personal.

Eric paced around his room, unsure of what to do about everything that was going on. Suddenly, there was a knock on his room door, and he opened it to find...Marty! His crush from school, here, at his house! Could this be the doing of his powerful cock? Up to this point, Eric’s cock seemed to have its own agenda, having nothing to do with Eric himself, and it obviously wanted nothing to do with twinks like Marty. Clearly, it was totally into transforming and controlling muscular jocks. But now, the cock was demonstrating that it cared about Eric, even if it didn’t completely understand his needs.

As Marty stood unmoving in his doorway, Eric noticed that he had a glazed look in his eyes that he recognized, and it worried him. “Uh, hi, Marty. Why are you here?” And just as Eric expected, in a flat tone Marty began to recite what he was programmed to recite.

“I am here because you wanted me. My personality has been removed and replaced by one that has been designed to serve you in any way you want. I require no care or special feeding. I have been genetically redesigned so that I can survive on the protein in your cum, and I can synthesize the vitamins my body needs if you leave me in a sunny place in your room. No one will miss me, since my parents now believe my brother was an only child. My throat and asshole have been resized to exactly fit your cock, and as an improvement over an earlier redesign, I can make my cock any length you like, limited only by the time it takes to grow additional body tissue.”

Eric was horrified. “I... I didn’t want you like THIS! I wanted you as a lover, not as a playtoy! And how did you get genetically altered? My cock never pumped cum into you.”

“Your cock has learned how to perform a genetic redesign simply by setting up a type of electric field near the target. It implanted the instructions into me while you sat next to me in chemistry class. It was not interested in fucking me, I am not worth it. The genetic changes finished taking effect while I was lying in bed in my room.”

Eric felt terrible. His cock had “reprogrammed” his friend without him even knowing about it. “Can you... can you go back to being the old Marty, if I want you that way?”

The Marty-bot calculated for a moment before answering. “The previous personality that was in here was completely replaced. However, perhaps I can simulate what it might have said or done in this situation. Would you like that?”

Unsure, Eric said, “Try it for awhile.”

Marty’s eyes opened wide. “Oh my God, what happened to me? I was just lying in bed, and ... I don’t remember anything after that. And... what am I doing HERE? Is this your room?”

Eric replied, “Er, yes, and you just knocked on my door and I let you in. Did you want to... Do you want to... erm... DO anything in here?”

Marty frowned. “You mean something sexual? You know very well you’re not my type. I know you’ve looked at me and all, but I’m sorry, you don’t do anything for me...”

Eric said, “End simulation!” And Marty’s eyes glazed over again. “Yes, master. Now, how do you want me to serve you?”

But it was still too creepy for Eric. It wasn’t the real Marty anyway. “I don’t think I can get into doing anything sexual with you.”

“That is acceptable. I could just serve as a piece of decorative furniture here in your room. You like the way I look, right? I can position myself as a chair or small table. My body is now strong enough to support your weight indefinitely, and if you sit on me I can make myself as soft or firm as you like.”

As he lay back in Marty-chair, Eric contemplated his future. It seemed he was completely at the whim of his super-powerful cock. And while it did care about him, its agenda came first. How could he get out of this? His thoughts were interrupted when Marty-chair said, “Feed me!”

Somehow, Eric knew what to do. He grabbed the chair’s right arm, swiveled it to the left, and placed its hand on his cock. The hand began to pump up and down on his cock. When he felt ready to explode, Eric stood up, grabbed the chair’s shoulders and pushed them back into a horizontal position parallel to the floor, then straddled the lying-flat top of the chair and positioned his cock directly over its already-open mouth, and began to face-fuck the chair. Soon, the needed protein was being power-hosed down Marty-chair’s throat. Somehow, no matter how much cum Eric spewed into the chair, not a drop spilled out of the chair’s mouth.