The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The PI closed the report on his last case, that he had just finished writing. He looked up at the clock on the wall, it was only just after 8 A.M. He stood up, and walked to the office door, opened it and walked through. He stood for a moment in the outer office; then he walked over to a desk in the far corner and dropped the report he had just finished into the In-tray. He turned and was just about to return to his office, when the outer office door opened, and a tall slender woman walk in, closing the door behind her.

The PI stood looking at the women, he was sure that he had seen her somewhere before. This woman was the wife of the missing QB, of The Bears Football team. The disappearance had been in all the papers for some weeks; before the woman came to the office, asking the PI to find her husband this had at the time, and indeed now; it struck the PI as odd; surly if the woman cared about the QB as much as she said she did, and that she was truly his wife, why had she taken so long to hire someone to find him.

Another thing that The PI felt was odd, was that at their first meeting, even thou the QB’s picture, was plastered all over the pages of the newspapers, the woman did not bring a picture of her husband to that first meeting. The PI had a nagging feeling at the back of his mind, that something was not quite right about this whole business.

The meeting was both brief and quick; the woman said very little, she handed the PI a large brown envelope just before she leaved. As he watched the woman leave, The PI still had that nagging feeling at the back of his mind.

The PI walked back into his office, closed the door and walked over to his desk. Once he had sat down, he tore open the envelope, there were several things inside; there was a bundle of $5 & $10 notes, that totalled $250 the down payment towards the $1000 finders fey, if the QB was found, the bundle had a banks paper money band around it, The PI made a note of the bank’s name and address. Next there was an 8″ by 10″ picture of the QB. And lastly, there was a scrap of paper, it looked like it had once been part for something else. On the paper was an address, in faded pencil. The PI could just make out the address.

The truck pulled up outside the smart looking build, the door opened, and The PI stepped out. Looking in the wing mirror, The PI made sure that his tie was straight, and that his hair was slicked down. He then walked across the road and entered the building. Once inside The PI pulled out the scrap of paper and looked at it. As well as the address there was also a name; well in fact just one name; Panzanella, but no surname.

The PI walked over to the board, on which was listed all that were in the building; and there in room 69 was the single name Jack. The PI rode the lift up to the third floor and got out. He walked along a long row of door, the last but one, was room 69, with the name Panzanella in black paint on the glass of the door. He knocked on the door and without waiting for a reply, he walked straight in. He had not taken more than a few steps into the room, when he was struck from behind, on the back of his head.

The PI came round too find himself tied to a chair, facing a video screen, that stood on the table in front of him. He shook his head to clear it; that’s when he sensed that he was not alone in the room. A tall, twinkish looking young man, with a dyed blond Horse-shoe flat-top in a suit and wearing steel-rimmed glasses walked up to The PI from behind the chair. The blond Twink did not say a word; he just reached forwards and started the video screen, there was a blast of white noise, that stopped suddenly, and a caption appeared on the screen that read.

‘TRAINING/INDUCTION.

COMPLETE MIND-FUCKING.

The Twink hit the pause button and turned and looked at The PI; only then did the Twink speak, “You could not turn down the case, to find the missing QB, and what happed to him. Well, now you are going to learn what happened, and how it happened. Not that it will do you any good!” The Twink then hit the play button; the caption stead on the screen for a few seconds, it was quickly replace by a blaze of multi- coloured spinning spirals. At once The PI tried to look away, but it was too late, his eyes had already locked onto the spinning spirals. Slowly he felt his mind shutting down. Within a few seconds, The PI was a slack jawed drooling piece a flesh.

Standing well back behind the chair, was the woman who had said she was the missing QB’s wife. The blond Twink walked over to her and handed her a white envelope filled with $100 bills; the woman, without saying a word took the envelope, stuffed it into her handbag, and left the room. The Twink turned back and watched The PI.

Sometime Later:

The PI suddenly snapped out of his dazed trance, to find himself in a dim lit room kneeling on the floor wearing only a tight, one size to small, black Leather jockstrap and a Tubular Metal collar. As much as he flexed his considerable muscles, he found that he could not stand up, or even turn his head, although he was not physically bound in any way. In front of him, sprawled over a large easy chair wearing a Cotton jockstrap, was a bear of a man, with a shaved head, and a trimmed salt and pepper beard. Laying on the floor between The PI and bear was the missing QB, he was bound from the neck down in a tight Leather Sleep-sack, drool running from his slack-jawed mouth onto his shaggy red beard, the QB’s bush of red hair had been shave off, the dim light shone off his now smooth head. The PI immediately knew who the two men were, although he didn’t know HOW he knew. The PI had no conscious memory of having being in room 69, or left room 69, or watching the video, or much of what had been on the video, or the blond Twink.

Panzanella moved his feet nearer to the Leather-bound drooling QB and snapped his fingers. The drooling QB rolled onto his side, facing Panzanella, and began to give Panzanella’s feet a tongue-bath. The muscular football player, who was now Panzanella’s ‘PET’ had his eyes half-closed with pleasure, and a look of totally devotion on his face as he lovingly slurped away.

The PI had an expression of fear mixed with rage on his face. If only he could get loose, he would pound that perverted Panzanella into the ground, The PI thought. Panzanella enjoyed watching the rippling muscles in The PI’s arms and legs as he fought his imaginary constraints. The PI, despite himself and his ‘emotions’, was also becoming hard, and leaking pre-cum although he had no idea, how or why. It was now beyond his control, which added to his fear. The PI tried to say something, but nothing came out of his mouth.

Panzanella smiled at the struggling PI, “So you want to know what happened to the Bear’s missing QB, well as you can see, he is now one of my many ‘PETS’. It did not take much diming down of this once Football champion, to turn him into my ‘PET’; as well as a cock-sucking, ass-rimming, foot-licking, punishment-craving, man-worshipping bottom pussy. The once mighty champion is gone for good, I’m afraid.” Panzanella told The PI, with an evil grin on his face. “It was a kindness really; he was coming to the end of his career as a Pro-Footballer anyway. You see, I know for a fact that his club was not going to renew his contract at the end of this season, and that they were going to sell to a non-pro league club out of state!”

On hearing this, The PI redoubled his struggle to get free; by now The PI was covered with a thin layer of sweat from his efforts to get free. “Fight, me all you want, but you WILL become one of my ‘PETS’, even though you don’t want too. But I’m afraid you have no choice in the matter, or the will power to fight me, before long, you will my ‘PETS’. To help you with this, and to complete your conditioning, you’re going to have to watch many more long, boring videos. But don’t worry by the time I’m finished with you; you won’t sitting through them. And later, once you’re nice and empty in the head, I’ll help you further learn right from wrong in your ‘NEW LIFE’ with this.” Panzanella pointed a sort of remote control at the collar around The PI’s neck, at which The PI stared blankly.

“Displease me or Disobey me, and you will get THIS,” Panzanella sneered, as he pushed a red button on the remote. Instantly, The PI was writhing in agonising pain, although nothing touched him, anywhere on his body. But, even with this punishment, The PI could not move off his knees or lift his arms. And no sound came out of his mouth. The pain slowly died down.

“But please me, obey me, and THIS is how it will feel.” Smiling Panzanella, as he pushed a green button on the remote. Immediately, The PI felt as much pleasure as he had ever had in his entire life. Too The PI it was like catching Americas Most wanted, and having sex with the hottest chick imaginable, both at the same time. The PI’s cock, untouched, slowly pushed past the top of his jockstraps. As the effect gradually wore off, The PI felt a bizarre mixture of abject fear and intense satisfaction. And, towards Panzanella, he also could feel the faint video-induced stirrings of lust, love, towards Panzanella; and a loyalty behind his still-strong feelings of hatred and contempt, towards Panzanella, as well. It made no sense, but The PI could already tell what was happening, and what was going to happen was beyond his control.

Panzanella observed The PI with satisfaction. Clearly the video had worked as he knew it would; that video under many different names had ensnared all of Panzanella’s ‘PETS’. Panzanella could guarantee that the mind-fucked PI would return to complete his conditioning, and training. When that was done, The PI would be his willing instrument and ‘PET’. Even when, on those few times when The PI was not under his control or not tranced. Panzanella saw the confusion in The PI’s eyes, and he revelled in it. He took great pleaser in clarifying The PI’s helplessness to him, reinforcing it as he did so:

“Right now, I don’t own your heart, mind, or gonads, but I do have one thing: your absolute and unquestioned obedience. You don’t have the will to disobey anything I tell you. Your mind can’t even try to find a way around my commands, but your mind will force you to comply totally, with My orders. For example, you’re looking at me with real hatred and fear in your eyes. I order you to replace that look with one of total lust for me.” Instantly, The PI’s hardened facial expressions changed to one of intense attraction, complete with lip licking, and drooling. “See? You don’t feel it yet, but you have to look like that, because I told you to.

“I know you hate me now, but trust me, in a few weeks-time you muscled PI will be tripping over yourself to humiliate yourselves in my, and my friend’s presence. And I know you don’t like the idea of being reduced from alpha male to obedient muscle ‘PETS’ pussy-boy, well tough SHIT, soon that will be the life you’ve ever known.”

“But you’ll be truly grateful to me for doing it by the end of today, by the way that reminds me, you WILL report back here, this evening at 7 to complete your training. You have no choice but to obey.”

“In a moment, after you leave here, you won’t be able to tell anyone, not even your boss, what really happened to The Bears, missing QB. You will have a faint memory of what happened, but you will not be unable to tell anyone about it, without my permission. And of course you will never get that!”

The speech, he had just made, the PI’s reaction and the QB’s slobbering over his feet, was turning Panzanella on something fierce. Panzanella rubbed his hardening cock through his cotton jockstrap. After only, a few rubs, Panzanella pushed himself over the edge; his cock erupted inside his jockstrap. In seconds, the whole of the front of the jockstrap, was soaked in his juice. Panting hard, Panzanella gave a final order to The PI and clicked his fingers. The PI’s eyes, rolled up into the back of his head, and he slumped to the ground.

Epilogue:

Panzanella returned to the dim light room, pulling on black Leather short, after he had showered. The PI and QB where gone, but now a figure hung upside down in the middle of the room, in a leather sleep sack, that hung from a beam high in the celling of the room. Smiling, Panzanella walked over to the hanging figure; the back of the figure’s head faced towards Panzanella. Panzanella patted the blond hair of the figure a couple of times, before spinning the figure around; so, he could see the figure’s face.

The sweat covered face of the blond Twink from room 69, started out at Panzanella. Panzanella laughed: “And to think that this blond Twink, was once the star pitcher of the Eagles Baseball team!” Panzanella patted the guy’s head, “Unfortunately, you are or should that by won’t the sort of guy I want as a pet. However, the is not a matter for you to worry about!” The hanging guy just hung there, eyes glazed over, drooling.

“Somehow, you managed to trace your missing team-mate here, and to me. That is very unfortunate for you! “

“However, not to worry. I have already started working on a plan too remove you from the scene. You have already have some basic training, and a makeover, of sorts. And you have helped in catering my newest ‘PET’ ” Panzanella walked away from the hanging figure. Panzanella stopped and looked back at the figure, “Don’t go anywhere will you!” Panzanella smirked, as he again turned from the figure, and walked out of the dim lit room.