The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The Student Becomes the Master

All of my stories take place in a parallel world, very similar to our own, where STI’s do not exist, so my stories are filled with practices that are highly unsafe in this world. I’m not going to say don’t try this at home, but take care of yourself.

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I took a sip of my coffee, trying to clear my head. It wasn’t usually so hard for me to get going in the morning. I guess that was one of the things that made me so suited to be a teacher. I looked around at the empty desks, waiting for them to be filled by the boys that were making my first year as a teacher a living hell.

I had taken advantage of an assistance program to get my teaching degree. They paid for me to finish all the required courses and tests, and in return I would go teach wherever they said for at least a year. Just my luck, I was stuck at an all boys school with a class of older students who had failed out their original senior years.

The level of disrespect these boys displayed enraged me daily, and it was starting to take a toll on my well being. I had identified the main problem, a nineteen year old named Francisco Fletcher. Even when he wasn’t the one causing problems, he was behind the scenes, goading the other boys on. I’d had enough last week and made him stay late for a disciplinary meeting after school on Friday.

I snapped back to awareness when the door opened and my first student came in.

“Morning Mr. Burke,” Eddie Cook muttered as he passed my desk on the way to his own.

“Mr. Cook,” I greeted him absently, my mind already going back to the disciplinary meeting with Francisco.

It had been the strangest thing. I had intended a thirty minute meeting. I had prepared notes for it. I had prepared incentives, and consequences. I remembered getting through about half of the material before Francisco finally left… After two hours.

How had that meeting taken two hours? And why couldn’t I remember what had happened?

More students were drifting in, taking their seats. I took another sip of coffee and tried, once more, to remember what had happened at that meeting.

“Have a good weekend, Mr. B?” I heard Francisco ask. his voice driving the daydreams from my head.

“Oh, uh, yes, Mr. Fletcher. Fine. How about yours?” I asked politely. He was being more respectful, so maybe the meeting had worked after all.

“It was hard waiting, but it’s going to be worth it,” he answered in a mysterious tone, walking off to his desk in the back of the room. I ignored the comment and went back to my thoughts.

My weekend, as it turns out, had not been “fine.” It had been incredibly strange. Every time I went to bed, or took a nap, or even let my mind wander and daydream, I’d see my students in my head. They were all wearing revealing, athletic clothing, and they kept saying such disrespectful things to me. Every time I woke up, or snapped out of my student daydreams, I would be so hard, and so horny, that it disturbed me. In no way should those feelings be associated with my students. So embarrassed, so hard, so horny… Just like I was right now.

I shook my head, took another sip of coffee, and the bell rang. I had to get my erection under control before I started teaching. I opened up my attendance log.

Barber, Frances. I looked over to where the tall, skinny redheaded youth was sitting, noticing the way he leaned back, splaying his legs. He was wearing shorts, and you could barely make out the faint dusting of red hairs coating his lean, muscled legs. Present.

Cook, Eddie. I looked back to where he was sitting, noticing how his sleeveless shirt exposed the dark, muscled flesh of the young athlete’s arms. He looked so thick, so sturdy, so solid. So hard. Present.

Cruz, Wade. I looked back to see Wade leaning back in his chair, stretching his arms over his head. His shirt had ridden up, revealing the tan cobbles of his abdominal muscles. I also noticed how full the crotch of his pants looked. His penis must be huge. Present.

I paused, taking a sip of coffee, confused. Why the hell was I checking out my student’s crotch?

Doyle, Eric. The class’s second redhead. But unlike Frances, Eric was short, and thick. He was wearing shorts and a tank top, exposing his thick, muscled arms and legs. The hair on his legs was dense, when compared to the light dusting I noticed on Frances’s legs, and I could also see wiry red hairs sticking out from his armpits. My attention lingered on how tight his smooth flesh seemed to be pulled over his muscles, and I wondered if his penis was as thick as the rest of him was. Present.

Fletcher, Francisco. I looked to where he was sitting in the back of the room, and his eyes met mine. I don’t know why, but I blushed. He was wearing a shirt with the sleeves torn out. They had been torn deep down the sides so that the sides of his smooth torso were exposed. He shifted in his seat, and the fabric slid over to reveal one of his nipples, the tight little nub a pale pink against the light tan of his flesh. I glanced down at his shorts. They were short, pushing the limit of what was appropriate, and his thick thighs were spread wide under his desk. He just smiled at me. I looked back down at my desk, flushed and confused by how hard I still was. Present.

Fuller, Toby. I looked back to the tall, ordinary kid. He wasn’t heavily muscled, so his thickness was from fat, but you couldn’t really say he was fat, just thick. I looked at his arms, comparing their smooth, tight roundness to the student athletes’ more muscular limbs. Present.

Garza, Danny. I looked at the young, self-identified “cholo.” He was wearing a white tank top that made his smooth skin appear to be an even darker shade of brown than it actually was. He was chubby, and I found myself thinking of a big teddy bear. I wondered what it would feel like to be under him, to be embraced by him. Present.

I shook my head wildly and gulped at my coffee. I was still so hard. If anything, I was harder than I’d been all day. Get yourself together, Devin, I thought to myself.

Hale, Chad. I looked over to the class country boy, noticing a thick bulge running across the thigh of his tight, western jeans. It looked like he could give Wade a run for his money. Present.

Holmes, Taylor. The blonde youth was reclining in his desk, his left arm hooked behind his head. I found myself staring at his exposed armpit, at the small patch of darker hairs. I could see a light sheen of sweat coating his skin and clinging to his armpit hair; he must have jogged to school again. I took a deep, involuntary breath. I’d smelled Taylor’s sweat before, walking by, while teaching. I hadn’t thought much of it at the time, but remembering it now… Present.

Mendoza, Richard. Richard was glancing out the window, the fingertips of his right hand tucked into the waistband of his pants. His dark hair was cut short, and he had been on the wrestling team before his grades became an issue. I realized that, if he wanted, he could wrestle me into submission without much effort. I imagined his hard muscles coiled, tense, pulling, holding, and controlling me. Present.

Phillips, Shane. Shane was the tallest in the class, and one of the thinnest. His long hair hung in a mess around his face as he absently reached down to scratch at his crotch. He rubbed his bulge a few times and then scratched his nuts. Present.

Ross, Roger. When I looked at roger, he had the front of his shirt raised and was gently scratching at his abs. I could see the muscles moving beneath his skin as he moved. It was captivating. Present.

Stone, Colin. Colin had one dark arm shoved all the way down the front of his pants, leaning his head back and staring absently at the ceiling. With his hand there, I couldn’t really tell what kind of bulge he had, and I was confused by how disappointed that made me feel. Present.

Webb, Neil. Neil, the resident punk, had his hair buzzed short in a fauxhawk. Technically he wasn’t supposed to have his piercings in at school, but I had given up on that battle a long time ago. I took in his gauged ears, and eyebrow ring, and nose ring… My eyes drifted lower, and I found myself wondering if he had anything else pierced. His nipples? His cock? A few scenarios on how I could get him to show me his penis ran through my head in rapid succession. I pushed the thoughts away, shoving them into a back corner of my mind.

Wells, Marcos. Marcos had gone so far as to take off his shirt, and my eyes paused on the smooth, silky, chocolate colored flesh of his bare torso, so smooth, except for that treasure trail leading down to… Present.

Wise, Trevor. Trevor was the smallest guy in the group, but I could clearly tell from the outline running down the left thigh of his shorts that his cock was not in proportion with his small body. Present.

Wright, Martin. Finally, I looked to Martin. The class nerd was reading a book, his thick, plastic glasses framing his eyes. While he was a nerd, he was not scrawny. He was no athlete, but his muscles had a fair amount of definition to them. My eyes lingered on his crotch. Either he had an erection, or a really big cock… Maybe even the biggest in the class. Present.

I pulled myself together and went back over the list. All seventeen present, that was rare. I could still feel my erection throbbing in my pants, and the roaring conversation was getting out of hand. I’d just have to try and teach while sitting until my problem went away. I called for order, and some of the chatter died down. I called for order again, and a few more boys stopped talking.

“That’s enough!” I finally shouted, causing a few of the students to jump in their desks as silence fell. I began going over the lessons I had planned, avoiding using the board as much as possible. Finally, I had to get up to draw a diagram for their notes. I kept my back to the class, looking back over my shoulder when necessary.

“... and you’ll notice how the organism has—” I was cut off suddenly by Neil.

“Orgasm,” he yelled out before guffawing. I felt the obligatory flash of annoyance at the interruption. I also felt my cock throb in my pants. I resumed my lecture, ignoring Neil’s interruption.

“Man, I wish we were learning about orgasms,” Trevor spoke over me. I just kept speaking, though my voice hitched slightly as the pleasurable throbbing in my cock took me by surprise.

“I wish there were some girls at this school to suck our dicks,” Richard quipped, sending another throb through my erection.

“Don’t have to be girls,” Danny replied. “Odds are there’s at least one faggot in the room.”

“Ever get a blow job from a faggot, Danny?” Frances asked mockingly.

“Hey,” Danny answered. “A mouth is a mouth.”

“Can you pay attention, please.” I snapped at them, turning around to face the class. “This is not an appropria—”

“You got a boner, Mr. Burke?” Toby asked loudly. The room went quiet.

“Shit, look at that!” Roger said, laughing. I felt my cock jerking and swelling in my kakis.

“You like hearin’ us talk about faggots, Mr. Burke?” Chad asked in his southern drawl.

“Are you a faggot, Mr. Burke?” Colin asked, his voice quiet but intense.

“Look at that big ol’ dick!” Eric chuckled.

I stood, frozen, my eyes gliding over all the tight, teenage boy flesh arranged before me. Why was I suddenly finding my students so sexy? I was straight, and I’d never had a sexual thought about another guy in my life. I was so hard. I was so horny. I was… I was going to…

“Shiiiiit, man, you can see that thing, like, movin around in his pants,” Wade said in fascination.

“Mr. Burke’s a faggot,” Shane said, in awe.

“Mr. Burke looks like he’s about to jizz his pants,” I heard Francisco’s voice ring out like a gong, leaving silence in its wake. I was quivering, shaking on my feet, pinned to the spot, making a humiliating, perverted display of myself in front of my class. And Francisco was right I was about to—

“Bawk!” A chicken-like cluck rang through the silence, throwing me off balance even more. My eyes darted around rapidly, from flesh to flesh to flesh, and then I was hit with a horrifying realization.

That chicken noise came from me.

“Baaaaaaaawk!” I heard myself let out a drawn out, moan like cluck. “Bawk bawk bawk bawk bawk bawk baaawk! Baaaawk! BAAAAAAAWWWWK! BAWK BAWK BAWK BAWK BAAAAWWWWWWWWKKKKKKKK!” As I stood there clucking like a fucking chicken, an orgasm like nothing I’d ever felt before tore through me. I could feel my cock pumping cum into my kakis, a dark wet spot rapidly spreading across the crotch and leg. The pleasure ended, and I stopped clucking. I stared out in horror at the seventeen boys who had just witnessed my humiliating display. My eyes were drawn to Francisco, and he had a truly evil grin spreading across his face from cheek to cheek.

He did this to me! I didn’t know how he did it, but I knew it was him. I watched him stand, stretching, turned to one side so I could see his sexy body through the holes in the sides of his shirt.

No, not sexy. I can’t think that.

“What the fuck just happened?” Danny broke the silence, his tone bemused.

Francisco walked up to me, slowly, smiling the whole time, and the rest of the boys just watched. I could feel my erection starting to throb again in my pants. I’d never even gone soft.

“What did you do to me?” I asked softly when he stopped right in front of me. He just smiled and reached down to the fly of my pants. I couldn’t resist as he opened my pants and tucked my underwear under my balls, letting my erection bob and glisten in the cool air. He had been blocking me from the rest of the boys’ view. When he stepped to the side, gasps and jeers spread through the room as my penis was exposed to them. Francisco pressed himself up behind me, his tight, hard body sending a rush up my spine. I felt his breath on my ear.

“I’ll tell you what I did, Mr. Burke. Just do one thing for me: Cluck one more time,” he cooed into my ear.

“Noooo,” I protested weakly.

“Come on, Mr. B, just one, that’s all I’m asking. Just one cluck.”

“N-no, I c-can’t!”

“Sure you can. Just once. Do it. Cluck!” He commanded me.

“Bawk!” The sound burst from my lips as my conflicted mind caved beneath the pressure he was applying. Pleasure exploded through my cock, causing it to jerk and bounce in the air as my eyes went wide. “Baaaaaaaawk! Bawk bawk bawk bawk BAWK BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWK!” My cock bounced in the air, cum blasting out in random directions. The whole time, Francisco felt so solid against my back. When it was over, I just stood there panting, Francisco’s support the only thing keeping me on my feet.

He stepped back, and my legs gave out. I sank to my knees, the legs of my pants soaking up my own cum from the floor. I stayed there, panting, still horny, still confused. The room was quiet. My students just watched with hungry eyes and contemptful expressions. I jumped as something slapped against my right cheek, and turned my head to see Francisco standing there, his cock hard and sticking out the fly of his pants.

“What is happening?” I demanded weakly, mustering the last little bit of fight I had in me. “How are you doing this?”

“Shhhhh,” he said, putting a finger to my lips to silence me. “Bawk,” he added, taking his finger away from my lips.

“Bawk bawk bawk bawk bawk bawk bawk bawk baaaawk bawk bawk bawk!” I found myself clucking away and cumming, again, on my knees, staring at my student’s hard cock.

“That’s better, faggot,” Francisco said, grabbing my head and shoving his cock into my mouth, bringing my clucking to an end… for now. I heard a few gasps from around the room, then some guffaws, and then a general laughter broke out. It was humiliating, but it also made me even hornier.

“Jeez, Francisco, how are you making him do that?” Marcos asked.

“I hypnotized him when he made me stay late on Friday,” Francisco announced to the class.

Hypnotised me? That was ridiculous. I knew there had to be another explanation, but I didn’t want to try and figure it out right now. I’d never sucked a cock before, but having Francisco’s penis sliding back and forth over my tongue… It tasted… Fresh? Clean? Sexy? Yeah, all those things. He pulled out and I sucked tenderly on the head of his cock. It leaked onto my tongue, and I moaned at the taste of his precum.

“He likes it!” Neil yelled out, laughing victoriously. I moaned and pressed myself down Francisco’s shaft, pressing my nose into the scratchy carpet of his pubic hair.

Cheers, jeers, and twisted words of encouragement rang out. Francisco slid his fingers through my hair and gripped, jerking my head off of his cock with a wet slurp. A string of drool connected my mouth to his swollen penis as I stared at it, my mind overwhelmed with queer new feelings.

“Good job, but I can’t have you making me cum yet. There’s more to do. He gripped my shirt and pulled. Buttons gave way, bouncing across the room, as he forcefully stripped me of my shirt. He put his hands under my arms and pulled me to my feet, shoving my pants and underwear down to my feet. He stepped on the material between them, and pushed so that I had to step free. He marched me to my desk, and pushed me onto the surface.

“Woah,” Toby observed. “I can’t believe he’s letting you do this.”

“Letting me? He wants it. Get on all fours, Mr. B.” He gave my ass a slap, and I struggled to do what he said, my limbs sliding around on the papers that littered the surface of my desk. Homework assignments, and essays. Some graded, some not, now all jumbled beneath me. I looked down in time to see a few drops of precum drip down onto Danny’s homework from the week before. Francisco grabbed me by the hips and positioned me, spreading my legs wider to bring me lower. I braced myself on my elbows, my thighs quivering as I held my legs in place.

I flinched when I felt a wet splash against my asshole. Francisco spat again, and then a third time. Then I felt it, a cock, pressed against my ass for the first time. Electricity ran up my spine, hardening my nipples and sending my cock bouncing in the air between my legs, as Francisco pushed into me, taking my anal virginity. Taking my manhood. Taking me.

I gasped as he pressed his pelvis against my ass, his cock buried inside me. He leaned in, pressing his arms onto the desk to brace himself, and started pounding my ass on my desk in front of the rest of my students. It felt so good. Getting fucked felt so good! How could getting fucked feel this good? Why didn’t everyone want to get fucked all the time?

“BAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWK!” I began as another orgasm hit me. I tried to hold it in, but I couldn’t stop myself. My dick squirted cum across the papers beneath me as I surrendered to the pleasure. “Bawk bawk bawk bawk baaaaawk bawk baaaawk bawk bawk bawk bawk bawk bawk bawk bawk!” Laughter broke out again, and Francisco kept fucking me.

It still felt good. I was still hard. I didn’t want him to stop. Drool dripped down my face to splatter onto more of my students’ assignments.

“You want my cum in there, Mr. B? Want me to cum in your butt?” He asked loudly.

“I… I… Y-yes!” I confessed. It was all so overwhelming. There was no use thinking, or fighting. I just wanted to feel good.

“Yeah you do,” he said, bringing his hand down onto my ass with a hard slap before pulling his cock free. He left me feeling empty. Hollow. I groaned, and some of the boys guffawed. The papers slipped, and I fell onto the desk, smearing my cum all over the papers beneath me. “Maybe I’ll let you have it some other time, if you’re a good faggot. He’s all yours, boys,” he yelled to the room, pulling a scrap of cloth from his pocket to blindfold me. The last thing I saw was horny teenage boys gathering around, tugging their swelling cocks from their pants. Then everything was black.

Hands tugged, sliding me around on the surface of my desk, and then I felt another cock enter me. I gasped, my mouth opening wide until a cock shoved into it. I moaned and closed my lips around the thick meat that was sliding down my unresisting throat. I was pinned, blindfolded, between two of my students, though I had no idea which two, getting fucked.

“BWWW BWWWW BWWWWW BWWWWW BWWWWW BWWWWW BBWWWW BWWWWW BWWWWW BWWWWWWWWWWW!” I cried out around the dick still stuffing my mouth, my cock squirting another load into the space where my body pressed against the desk, pumping it over my students’ papers. As I clucked around his cock, whoever was fucking my mouth started to cum. I had never sucked a guys cock before today, so I’d never tasted another guy’s cum before. It was the most amazing thing I’d ever tasted. I clucked, and sucked, and swallowed, and jizzed myself all over again. He pulled out of my mouth, leaving me gasping, panting, as another boy continued to abuse my ass, slamming into me at just the right angle.

“He’s going to do it again already!” I heard Neil cry out in glee from off to the side.

“Bawk bawk baaaaaaaaaaaawk bawk bawk bawk bawk bawk bawk baaawk baaaaaaawk baaaaaaawk!” I clucked without reservation, my mind broken, my body taking delight as my students stripped me of my dignity, of my virginity, and my authority.

It continued for hours. I lay on my desk and blindly accepted each and every cock presented to me, eagerly clucking like a chicken as I came over, and over, and over again.

I was laying there, panting, empty. For the first time all day, nobody was fucking me. Awareness started to come back, and I realized that I had heard the end of day bell ring some time ago. I turned my head and looked at my classroom. The desks were empty. I was alone. I sat up on my desk, several papers coming up with me, plastered to my skin with cum. I peeled them away and let them fall back to the desk with wet splats. I looked over at the door.

It was wide open.

The hallway was empty, but anyone who walked by could have seen me laying naked on my desk! I rushed to the door and closed it, turning the lock so nobody could come in and see me like this. I gathered my clothes and got myself as put together as I could. I was about to leave when I noticed something.

Something on some of the desks.

Something wet.

Something that was making my mouth water.

I walked over to the nearest desk and sank to my knees, leaning in to smell the puddle. It was definitely cum! I groaned, humiliated by what I was about to do, and leaned in to lap the cum off the surface of the desk.

I couldn’t just leave it. What would the custodians think? Besides, it was delicious. I wanted more.

I was rock hard in my pants again as I crawled to the next desk, to Trevor’s desk. I started to lap at his cum, and my eyes went wide. I knew this cum, I’d tasted it before. Trevor was the second cock I sucked, while I was blindfolded. I remembered the taste of his cum.

I moved on to the next desk, and the next, and the next, licking each surface clean, and putting names to some of the cocks I had sucked. Finally, I found myself on my knees next to Francisco’s desk, staring hungrily at the large puddle on the smooth wooden surface. I remembered how his cock had tasted, and felt in my mouth. I remembered how it had felt in my ass. With a resigned moan, I leaned forward to taste Francisco’s cum. I was a little too eager, and ended up pressing my face into the pool of teen sperm. I smeared my face around the surface of the desk as my tongue lapped at Francisco’s delicious cum. It was the best cum I’d ever tasted.

“Bawwwk!” I began, my tongue darting out at every available opening to carry more of the cum into my mouth. “Bawk bawk bawk bawk bawk baaaaawk bawk bawk bawk bawk bawk bawk bawk bawk bawk bawk bawk! I licked the desk clean while I pumped another load into my pants, feeling more pleasure than I had ever thought possible.

What has he done to me?