The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Jake Smith stood cradling a bottle of beer as he watched his team mates loudly sharing anecdotes on their exaggerated conquests and their “legendary” drinking abilities. Some of guys had started a drinking game. Young Tom Carter had already passed out on the sofa. An Ipod was hooked up to speakers and booming out the usual party music mix. The party was being held in what Jake supposed was Will’s home. It was massive! A grand old Victorian mansion, Will‘s family it seemed, had money. Despite the frivolities, Jake was bored. His team mates were decent enough guys but hardly what you’d call great conversationalists. They had been badgering him about attending a country retreat next week, but he had already made plans to visit his mate Finn in Manchester. Finn could show these losers a real party! It was difficult to overlook the massive oversight, that there were no girls invited to this after party. What sort of night were they supposed to have with no pussy? Plus it was starting to irritate him how upbeat everyone was, they had just lost the match. The Hull Hurricanes had wiped the floor with them and next month the team were scheduled to play against The Leeds Lions, who were already top of the university league. Jake sighed heavily and finished the last of his drink. It was almost as if he were the only one who cared about winning, the guys seemed more excited about the infamous 24 hour drinking sessions afterwards. His team mates had been building up tonight for weeks…Jake had only joined the University Rugby Team three and half weeks ago and already felt disillusioned with it. This was his first year of university doing a Politics and International Relations degree. He had always planned to join the Rugby Club from the beginning of uni, however unfortunately he had broken his leg last summer. This was his first proper match since joining and he didn’t think he’d stay very long if what he saw today was the teams usual standard of play. They were uniformly awful. He looked around the large room, Oh they all looked the part of world class rugby players, hell half the team could be Olympian athletes. Each and everyone of his 14 team-mates were in perfect physical condition, he’d seen all of them at some point or another at the gym lifting weights or doing cardio workouts so it was not like they were unfit. So that just made it weirder that Ben Chapman, the teams fullback couldn’t’t catch the ball to save his life and nobody except Jake seemed to mind or care. It looked like the team had been chosen for something other than their rugby skills. Nepotism perhaps? Or maybe Ben’s parents donate to the university or something,

“Hey Jake my man come on do a shot”

Jake looked over to the drinks cabinet, where Will Grant, Alex MacDonald and Jamie Green were standing. Will motioned to Jake as James ceremoniously took out a bottle of tequila and began pouring four shots.

“I don’t think so guys, said Jake doubtfully.“I have an essay I need to finish in a couple of days. I don’t really want to waste a day hung-over”

“Oh come on, said Will. You’re only a first year, you can’t stress about essays at this early stage”

“Yeah or you will be a total mess by the time 3rd year rolls around” interrupted James

“Okay, commanded Will, “One, two, three…DRINK. The four guys downed their shots in one and reached for a wedge of lemon.

“That was rough, grimaced Will. We need to convince Damian to stop buying such cheap tequila.

“Dylan?”, questioned Jake.

Will waved his hand around the room. This is Dylan’s mansion, he lets us use it for our post match binges.

“Pretty good of him when you think about it”, said Alex

“Yeah he’s a cool guy”, agreed James.

“Dylan…is he a mate of yours” asked Jake

“He’s a friend of the teams. He’s ancient, like in his thirties”

“So wait“, asked Jake again confused. “How do you know him?”

Before the guys could answer. A man that might have been this Dylan entered the room. He didn’t look in his thsirties, he could have been later twenties. He surveryed the room and spotting Jake, smiled. There was something predatory about that smile, Jake didn’t like it at all.

“Sleep Jake”

Jake suddenly felt very tired. He tried to speak but his tongue felt heavy and useless in his mouth. He gripped Wills shoulder as he his body weakened.

“You okay man?, said Jamie but he didn’t’t look very concerned. None of them did, in fact they were almost expressionless. All three were now facing Dylan. Jake’s last memory before blacking out was the man issuing a set of what sounded like orders.

Jake didn’t’t recall much of the next few hours, it was like a dream. He remembered waking up. His mind felt sluggish and slow and out of sync with what was going on. He was sitting dozing on a comfortable easy chair in what looked like a study, he could hear a soft voice behind him whispering, tickling his ears. He had never felt so relaxed. The voice was telling him things, instructions. Jake absorbed it all. He never wanted that voice to stop. It was like he was floating down a long tunnels full of lights and contentment. He was even getting an erection. He could feel that warm feeling radiating up his body. He looked down at his swollen crotch, the bulge tight against the denim. Someone else was in the room, his team mate Alex padded across the soft carpet, his face vacant but so loving. He knelt down in front of Jake’s chair and gently massaged the hard denim. Jake wanted to thank him for being such a team player and a mate. Alex unbuttoned his friend’s jeans and the voice ordered Jake to lift his ass off the seat so that his mate could pull them all the way down. Jake was not wearing any underwear, which was odd, he’d surely been wearing some earlier but the voice reassured him that everything was alright. Without any hesitation Alex licked the end of Jake cock with agonising deliberateness and his pretty mouth came away with copious amounts of precum. Alex preceded to rub the hardening cock against his young face, his brown eyes closed in ecstasy. His innocent face was now slick and shiny with Jake’s fluids. Jake gratefully ruffled the boy’s dark tousled hair and spread his own thighs further for better access as Alex deliberately placed his dick in his mouth and began to suck like a professional hustler. Jake felt the pleasure surge through his body in increasing waves, nothing had ever felt so good. In no time at all he felt the spasms of a powerful climax deep within him, sensing this Alex withdrew and casually aimed the erupting cock it at his own dazed face. Jets of white pearly cum shot out onto Alex’s forehead and hair line. It was a full minute or so before Jake stopped convulsing. Still panting, he could feel an irresistible blanket of sleepiness descend upon him. He patted the subservient lad on the head lovingly. Alex hadn’t moved, he still knelt at Jake’s feet, a thick layer of cum dripped down his face and onto his sexy five o’clock shadow. He made no move to clean it off. Alex had cum along with Jake and a dark wet patch had spread across his own crotch, drenching his boxers. Jake’s sleepy head felt far too heavy, he fell backwards relaxing into the soft seat and…

When he awoke, he was alone.. He felt more normal again, alert. He almost jumped out of his skin when he realised he was naked from the waist down. Even worse his soft cock was exposed nestled in cum splattered pubic hair… What had happened? He remembered a voice and…Alex! He felt suddenly sick…had Alex been sucking him off? The memory was foggy and unreal. I must have been a dream. He prayed it had been,…Oh my God what if it did happened, he’d kill that faggot Alex! He felt disgusted with himself, he was as straight as they came. He had never ever wanted a guy like that. What the hell happened, WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED! He had to leave, what ever the hell these fags were up to, he didn’t want to get involved. He stood up quickly and spotting his trousers over a chair, he put them on shakily. He snuck his head out the study door, the corridor was deserted. He walked quickly down the corridor, trying to be as quiet as possible. Suddenly he was aware of strange noises coming from the direction of the room that they‘d been partying in. The door was closed and made of english oak. He could just barely hear muffled groans and cries. He looked desperately between the front door and oak door. He really wanted to leave but there was something about the noises, he needed to see what was going on. Get out another part of him screamed but the other insistent voice was getting louder. The insistent part won, he wouldjust have a peak and then leave he rationalised. He grasped the brass door knob and nervously opened the door.

He stood trembling in the doorway in shock. The room was alive with the thrashing of hot young bodies, fourteen naked boys between the age of 18-23 were kissing, caressing, sucking, blowing, giving, receiving on every available surface and couch. The smell of mingled sweat and cum were overpowering, the carpet and soft furnishing were damp with ejaculations. Jake could see Ryan Lyman’s sweaty well-developed back as he pressed slender Tom Carter against the wall and vigorously penetrated him from behind. Both boys grunted like animals as they rutted. At the centre of the room: cocky Will Grant was bent over the coffee table moaning with delight as he got fingered by a cum splattered Rob Fuller. His face a portrait of bliss. Meanwhile Rob’s curved dick was being keenly slobbered on by Liam the youngest player on the team, he had only turned eighteen three weeks ago. Jake wanted to leave but he couldn’t’t.. it was like he was frozen, he could only watch in mounting horror as his team orgied the night away. Alex and Jamie were busy taking Italian exchange student Joey Pacetti from either side. Alex had his eyes closed and his hands on his narrow hips as he moved his cock in and out of Joey’s gasping mouth whilst Jamie rimmed that tight arse with his tongue and at the multitasked by fondling the Italian’s engorged sausage. The team took no notice of Jake, they carried on rutting, each boy totally oblivious to anything apart from the sexual act they were locked into. It was obvious from their blank dreamy faces that they weren’t’t in control or aware of their actions. It was like they were under an evil spell or hypnotised or something. In another part of the room Ben Chapman and Donny Makepeace stood entwined as they mechanically explored each others athletic young bodies before collapsing onto a empty sofa and 69ing. Suddenly Jake could spot Dylan sitting on the easy chair like a throne. He was the only one in the room obviously not under a spell, his face was filled with tenderness as he enthusiastically made out like a horny teenager with legendary lady killer Matt Albright. Matt unabashed sat naked on the older man’s lap and shamelessly wriggled in response at the hard cock teasing his sphincter beneath him. Dylan looked up from his entranced lover and immediately spotted Jake in the doorway.

“Jake!” he exclaimed pushing Matt gently of his crotch and getting up from his chair to greet Jake. Matt whimpered in vague disappointment, but soon contented himself by sidling up Dylan and devouring his neck with kisses.

“What….what the hell have you done!” shouted Jake in fear and angry. “What have you done to them?”

Up close to Dylan, Jake couldn’t help but find strange but not entirely unpleasant thoughts darting through his mind. Being this close to Dylan‘s nude body, he couldn’t help but admire his powerfully built physique and in that one moment Jake realised in horror that he would have given anything to slip snugly between those muscular arms under a duvet, with Dylan behind him… sensing his masters developing erection press insatiably against his virgin hole…NO this was not him! Why was he having these disgusting thoughts. The man must have done this to him, he certainly was not a homo!

“Jake, he said putting a paternal hand on Jake’s shoulder. You boys are very special to me and you have no choice but to love me. After tonight you will discard bigoted notions like sexual inhibition and maladies such as sexual frustration forever. We treat our newbie’s well at the Rugby Club.

Jake wanted to shake that friendly hand off, but he just couldn’t tear his gaze away from the Dylan‘s face. He stared lost into those intelligent grey eyes. His cock began to stiffen. He had already lost

“Join us Jake, become a slut”

Jake could feel his conscious understanding and awareness drift away as if it were never really there. His busy head emptied of all superfluous baggage and the fear and angry that a moment ago consumed him was replaced with a placid agreeableness as well as an unquenchable thirst for gay sex.

He let Dylan take off his shirt and feel up his chest, wondering dimly why he’d even bothered with clothes anyway. Sluts don’t need clothes. Jake reached inside his jeans and stroked himself as the hypnotist hungrily sucked his nipples.

“See Jake, don’t you feel good?.” said Dylan grinning as he idly kneaded his erection

Jake nodded and dreamily removed the rest of his clothes. Matt seemingly envious of the attention the new boy was getting, managed to fit himself between the Hypnotist and Jake and then slightly sulkily started giving Dylan a hand job.

“Don’t worry Matt, I haven’t forgotten about you. Jake go and explore your homosexual side with your team mates, find out what type of sex you like. I think you will find they are very open-minded.

Jake licked his lips and staggered into the centre of the action. He fancied Ryan, there was some primal and powerful about him. At that moment Ryan with his broad masculine body and handsome face gave an intense shudder whilst his legs buckled and with a deep groan ejaculated inside wiry but perfectly proportioned Tom. He rested momentarily across Tom‘s sweaty back and then removed his spent erection from Tom’s ass and collapsed onto the nearest sofa. Tom stumbled across the room looking for an eager recipient of a cum facial, it was not long before he found an obliging volunteer and with a gasp he shot his generous load onto Will’s dazed face. Meanwhile Jake still couldn’t’t take his eyes off smouldering Ryan, he was so fucking hot. His built body was that of a man. Jake wondered what it would feel like to fuck him or maybe be fucked. He didn’t have a preference yet. He climbed onto the sofa with Ryan, their bodies melded as Ryan wrapped himself around his new partner willingly. For a while they were satisfied to coil around each other, examining every inch of their unfamiliar bodies. Jake had never explored another male form and was fascinated by the different contours and shapeliness. He shared Ryan’s sweet mouth with kisses that seemed to go on for days. It wasn’t long before Ryan’s cock began to reach his full erection again as he recovered from his last orgasm. With a cheeky grin, Ryan bent over and spat on Jake’s erection lubricating it with saliva. It wasn’t long before he gently lowered his muscular ass onto Jake’s dick. Jake almost came immediately just from the sensation of the head passing through the tight sphincter and deep into Ryan. As Ryan bobbed up and down on Jake’s crotch, it didn’t take long and with a final squelch Jake had his second orgasm of the night,. At almost the same time, Ryan’s body stiffened spasmodically and he came. This time it was dry but his face contorted in obvious pleasure and his penis twitched desperately. After catching his breath, he gingerly removed himself from his team mates cock and Jake sensing an new learning opportunity began to rim the well fucked boy whilst swallowing his own cum as it dribbled out Ryan’s crack .

The orgy continued for several hours. At around 2am, every boy had performed every conceivable sexual, with almost every other team mate: no shafts, asses or mouths had be wasted. They had all come a dozen times or more and were all understandably fatigued. The action had quietened down, rugby boys lay in couples and threesomes all throughout the room. Many were already asleep, arms wrapped around another naked lovers. Others were still giddy with cum and lay drowsily sharing kisses with their favourites. Dylan was at the centre, his special boy Matt asleep in his lap, his arms wrapped across his shoulders. Dylan sighed regretfully, it was always sad when Match Day came to an end, it was generally the only day that he could get the team together at his home for sex without anyone getting too suspicious. Out with match days, he’d organise various liaisons with individual players, small groups and even hook-ups with random hypnotised guys that caught his eye. His voice had a power of its very own, the ability to shape personality, modify behaviours and ultimate get his own way always. The boys weren’t aware in what he had termed their “waking life’s” of their secret homosexual lifestyles but they were ready for whenever he might want anyone of them. He looked over at newcomer Jake, he was fondly caressing Joey’s furry chest as they lay post coitus on the rug. A lot of the other players had no interest in Rugby but couldn’t’t question their involvement in the team even if they wanted to. It was a good cover and it had worked for the last seven years. He even still irregularly controlled some of the more gifted ex members of his rugby team, that had left university and gone on to the world of work. The best part was that whatever happened…there were always a new generation of inexperienced boys just itching to take a walk on the gay side.

One Week Later-

Joey Pacetti had not expected to make such good friends so quickly when he first arrived in the U.K. Yeah he was popular back home particularly with the girls who adored his cheeky smile and compact athletes body but he was in a foreign country now. He had not even played Rugby before but the team captain Will Grant didn’t seem to think that was a problem and was oddly insistent. Joey was not going to pass up the chance of multiple friendships when they were so freely offered. Okay at first he didn’t particularly enjoy rugby, it was okay but he much preferred football. He was not a very big guy, only 5ft 7 but he worked out all the time (mostly his “glamour“ muscles because hey he looked good with a six pac), but after that first match suddenly the team had become one of the most special and important things in his life and now six months on he rather frighteningly couldn’t imagine life without the team. He was close to all the guys on the team and even Jake Smith who had only joined last month felt like a brother to him. Jake was just the coolest, he was so funny and he did this funny little eyebrow thing that was hilarious. Jake had quickly become his best friend and it alarmed Joey ever so slightly the depth of this relationship. He had just never felt such a strong kinship with another guy before. Joey was looking forward to the weekend, the whole team were doing a team building weekend out in the country. When Saturday finally arrived, he was not disappointed, the first day was awesome. They went abseiling, kayaking, tree walking and everything. By the time evening came round, Joey was exhausted and his arm and calf muscles were sore with exertion. After wishing his bunkmates Ben and Paul goodnight, he quickly fell asleep. That night Joey had the strangest dream. Someone knocked on his cabin door and let themselves, Will Grant stood silhouetted in the moonlight along with five other members of the team. It must be a dream Joey had thought because Will and the others were all naked and instead of being freaked out and angry at the pervs like he normally would of, Joey and his cabin mates Ben and Paul simply got out of bed and joined them.

“Follow me” said Will turning and walked out the cabin.

Joey padded out of the cabin as instructed, both Ben and Paul close on his heels. Why werent they weraing clothes again, he wondered staring puzzled at Donny’s bare back in front of him. Joey always wore boxers and a T-shirt to bed. I suppose bizzare things do happen in dreams. It was strange the soreness in his muscles had gone too, why he felt as light as a feather. They walked across the yard and into the retreat meeting hall. The rest of the team were already there. A blank faced army, sufficed to say they were all naked too.

“They look exactly like they’re under a spell” Joey had thought vaguely without examining the troubling thought too much. The team were already in a semi circle around newbie Jake, unfamiliar hands landed on Joey’s shoulders and he felt himself being manoeuvred into position. The circle was complete. Just outside his eye line, Joey could see an familiar man talking to Will. When he finished, Will nodded and addressed the assembled team.

“Team, Jake Smith is our newest member and we must celebrate his membership with a ceremony. We are one team, we exist to service the team. To service the team we must share all we are. We take it for the team.

Without any hesitation the 13 young men bean to chant over and over again “Take it for the team”

Joey felt euphoric. Each word of the chant impressed itself indelible in his mind and left a lasting impression. He’d do anything for the team, there was nothing as important as taking it for them! He loved the team! His face took on a sappy vacuous smile as he chanted. What a great bunch of men. He turned his head to look at Ben and saw that his face wore he same mindless, delighted grin that Joey could feel on his own face. It seemed like the most natural, inevitable thing in the world to put his arms around Ben and rest his arm on his waist. Scarcely a breath later Joey could feel Alex’s arm snake around his own waist. Were they still chanting? It didn’t seem to matter much. All that mattered was getting closer to his team mates. Over Ben’s shoulder, Joey could see that Paul and Ryan were embracing as well. And then suddenly their faces met, lips parted and then locked and they were kissing each other passionately. Joey felt as though his lips had suddenly become magnetized. The desire of Ben’s tender mouth was irresistible and he took command of it at almost the same time he felt Alex’s mouth begin to delve the back of his neck. His rapidly hardening cock bumped against Ben’s strangely familiar hard-on, and Alex’s dick was bouncing randomly on his ass and lower back. Joey was sure he’d never dreamt of a homosexual encounter before, so he was not sure what would happen. It was surely all wrong, he was straight but it felt so right and good at the moment he just let himself go with it, fondling and kissing bare bodies wherever it presented itself as the circle writhed intimately together.

Just as the boys’ heaving chests and mounting states of excitement reached the point where actual sex would have been inevitable (Some of the lads had already dropped to their knees and began preparing themselves to engulf their mates erections)

Will interrupted, “We are hard now team… Make your offering to our new team mate, Jake.”

Somehow Joey knew exactly what to do next and his mental and physical focus was redirected towards Jake. He and his team mates collectively turned to face Jake, naked on his haunches at the centre of the circle, and as a team they began to masturbate. Joey felt as though jerking off had never been this concentrated before. His entire world had shrunk to helpless Jake, his innocent upturned face seeming to plead Joey for his offering. He increased the vigorous stroking of his shaft and as if proof of his love for Jake, Joey was the first to cum on his best friend. He was followed one by one by the rest of the team as they each in turn shuddered and quivered, showering Jake in their hot semen.

Afterwards the team stood panting, their heads lowered in humble submission in respect for their initiation traditions. Each boy proudly remembered their own ceremony. Great splashes of their cum now covering Jake head to toe from every angle. Joey‘s offering completely glazed the boy‘s left cheek and dripped down his neck onto his pectoral. The circle watched in strict silence as under instruction from Will, Jake masturbated himself to quick orgasm in under thirty seconds and shot his plentiful load onto the floor. Will kneeled down and gently kissed Jake on the lips , spreading the cum onto his own face.

“Well Done”

He scooped up Jake load on the floor and moved around the circle finger fucking each boy on the lips with a fingerful of Jake’s emission.

“Thank you Will, please rejoin the circle”

Will nodded and mechanically took his place.

“Jake is now officially a member of our exclusive club”, said Dylan smiling. “There are fifteen of you, you can never love anyone else male or female as much as you love this group of men. You are all very special. Now…back to bed boys”

It was all over too quick for Joey, but it felt good to be told what to do. Gentle hands arranged them into a naked single file and they marched back to their respective cabins

As Joey pulled back the covers and got back into his bed, the memories of the night were already beginning to fade. The ceremony was being carefully stored to the back of his mind, only to be triggered by the next initiation ceremony, His head slumped onto the pillow and he drifted peacefully off.