The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

My next two gooning sessions were each better than the last. It was hard to imagine that I could feel more pleasure than the previous session, but the computer guided me in my stroking and istering the perfect amount of poppers. Archer also increased the intensity of the program so that I reached new levels of mindlessness. For the first time in my life, reaching release was disappointing because is meant an end to my pleasure and a return to the normal world. The side effects of each session were progressively more pronounced but the pleasure was so incredible, I didn’t care. I was addicted. As my sessions grew more intense, my recovery time grew longer. There was no point in me driving to the Club, because I could not drive home. The Club began sending a car to pick me up and take me home and charged a very reasonable fee that they deducted from my bank . I was grateful because it freed me to enjoy the experience without worrying about transportation. Archer also encouraged me to provide him with the names of other boys who might want to the Club. I was happy to do so and he said he would take it from there.

When Archer came to get me after my last session, I was in a complete haze of pleasure and mindlessness. Each session seemed to push my limits further and further and my body responded with orgasms that were mind shattering. Archer was pleased with my progress and even more pleased to inform me that I was being promoted to Gooning Studio No. 2 for my next session. I could only imagine what awaited me there. “You will find it to be a different experience, but very rewarding to good boys.” He also informed me that he would be ing me on to my next mentor, Kurt, who helped boys transition to Gooning Studio No. 2. He told me that I would really like Kurt, but losing Archer would be disappointing. He had helped me adjust to my new life as a gooner. As with the last couple of sessions, I was unable to do much more than grunt or use single syllable words. I think Archer appreciated my gratitude and he gave my cock a quick stroke.

“Good boy.” His praise meant the world to me. “I’ll follow you’re progress.” He helped me get dressed and escorted me out to the lobby. As before there were few empty seats. This place was popular and I understood why. My first session in Studio No. 2 was scheduled and Kurt introduced himself. Even though I was not gay, I thought he was cute. He told me that I would really enjoy Studio No. 2 and that he was glad that I had done so well in Studio No. 3. The dosage for my medication was increased to help me produce more cum. My balls already felt heavy, but I could not imagine not doing as I was instructed. My next session was set for a week later. I also found out that one of my friends, Brian, was coming in for his first session. The driver took me home and I was ready to collapse into bed. I loved gooning, but it was exhausting. I checked my voicemail and found that I had several angry messages from my boss, who demanded that I call him and for my absences from work. At this point I could have cared less if he fired me, I was not about to give up my gooning to save a job I hated. My penis was in charge now and it decided what was important for me and my job wasn’t. The same was try for my girlfriend, Jennifer. Well, it probably wasn’t accurate to call her my girlfriend. We had only been dating about two months. She had also left messages, but hers were expressing concern and caring for me. I really liked her, but again, my penis now decides what is important and beginning my training in Gooning Studio No. 2 was the most important thing in my life. I did text her and tell her that I was fine, but just needed time to myself. She texted back that she understood and would wait to hear back from me.

At that point, I collapsed into bed and slept for several hours. I awoke to my cell phone ringing and noticed it was Brian. “Hey buddy, just wanted to call and thank you for giving me name to the Gentlemen’s Club. It sounds great.”

“It is the most wonderful experience ever,” I said. “Just relax and let them take control of you. You will feel more pleasure than you have ever experienced.”

“Thanks dude. I’ll call you back after I get done next week.”

“What day are you scheduled?” I asked.

“Next Thursday at 2:00pm.”

“That’s cool. I will be there at 5:00pm, so I may see you.”

“Really looking forward to it.”

“It’s the best feeling ever,” I said, “it won’t be your last time there. What does Monica think of you going?”

“Dude, I didn’t tell her. She’d never be okay with that.”

“But you guys are engaged, right?”

“Yeah, but no wedding date set yet, so I got time. After all, us guys got to have some fun too.”

“Definitely. Talk to you next week,” I said hanging up. I felt a bit guilty for giving Brian’s name to the Club. We had been friends for a few years and I wanted to share the amazing experience I had, but if it had the same effect on Brian, it might be bad news for his engagement to Monica. I brushed it off thinking that Brian was right. Us guys need our pleasure too. It was late, but I wasn’t tired. I decided I would try to call my boss tomorrow and see if I could salvage my job. After all, at the rate the Club was draining my bank , I would need some income.

Thursday rolled around faster than I thought. I had managed to patch things up with my boss and he allowed me to take sick leave to make up my absences. I had gone into work over the weekend to catch up. I looked at my phone, it was 4:00pm. I suspected that Brian was well into his first session and I could only imagine the pleasure he was feeling. I arrived at the Club about 4:45pm and checked in. Apparently, Kurt was with another member, so I took a seat in the lobby. A few minutes after 5, the door opened and I saw Brian come out. He had a stupid smile on his face and he was being assisted by another mentor. Strangely enough, he came over and sat next to me, but I really don’t think he recognized me. He was still clearly lost in the haze of pleasure.

“You enjoyed that?” I asked rhetorically.

“Fuck yeah dude.” The mentor came back over and told him his next appointment was in ten days. “Please don’t make me wait that long,” he begged. The mentor smiled.

“I’ll put you on the list in case we have a cancellation, but those don’t happen very often.” Brian looked like he was about to cry. “Our driver will take you home.” About that time, Kurt came into the lobby.

“Hi, Brent, ready for your first session in Gooning Studio No. 2?”

“You bet.”

“Please follow me and let’s get you undressed.” I followed him to the changing room and stripped out of my street clothes and slipped on my socks. I already had a raging boner just thinking about my session. He lead me down the hall past Gooning Studio No. 1. As before, there were loud moans coming from inside punctuated by the occasional “Fuck”. We moved father down the fall to Studio No. 2 and he opened the door. It was like I was going someplace that was off limits. I entered behind him. Unlike Studio No. 3, the room was divided into about six sections that were walled off from one another. I could hear the distinct sound of pumping. He lead me to the second section. Instead of a bed, there was a reclined padded chair with stirrups. It was covered with a white sheet. “Please climb up into the chair and relax.” I did as I was told. One thing I had learned from my time at the Club was that when a mentor told you to do something, you did it. Kurt knew what was best for me. “Now, as you can tell, Studio No. 2 is different from Studio No. 3. Instead of you pumping your cock, we will be using a mechanical pump, which will also harvest your cum and collect it in the bag next to the bed. One of the reasons we put you on medication is to increase your cum production and, judging from your balls, I would say that you have several nice loads in there.” He pulled over a cart that had a long hose connected to a suction chamber. He stroked my cock several times to get it really hard and then slid the chamber over it. “That should do nicely, I want to make sure we get a nice seal. Have you ever worn a butt plug?”

“No Sir.” He smiled.

“Well, you are in for a treat. I will be introducing a vibrating butt plug into your anus that will simulate being fucked by another man. Please roll over on your stomach.” I did as I was told. I could feel Kurt probing my anus with his gloved hand inserting one finger and then two. It was not an unpleasant feeling and I had been through my share of prostate exams. He then introduced a cold gel and coated the inside of my hole. “This is a special lube. It will help the plug go in easier.” I heard him open a drawer and pull out something and unwrap it. “This is your butt plug. It is remotely activated and will be synched with the computer to stimulate you as needed. You will feel some pressure until it pops into place.” I felt the pressure as Kurt introduced the butt plug. I was glad he used lube. Suddenly, it seated itself. I felt a very pleasant fullness in my hole. “Good boy. Now, turn back over and relax.” I did so. The butt plug felt a bit odd, but also gave me a wonderful stretch. He pushed a few buttons on his laptop and I immediately felt a vibration in my ass. It felt really good. He smiled. “Feel good?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good boy.” He then gave my cock a couple of strokes with some lube to bring it to full erection. He then slid the suction chamber over it until it reached the base and sealed. He then strapped my arms to the arm rests with Velcro straps. “Now lay back and make yourself comfortable. He lowered a screen and turned it on. I immediately saw images of men playing with each other, sucking each other off and fucking each other. They seemed really happy and playful. He then slipped a pair of headphones over my ears and I could hear the sounds of a soft voice telling me to relax and watch the screen. Finally, he uncapped a syringe. “This is going to make you really horny. The computer will begin to massage your penis. As you reach orgasm, it will slow and then the cycle will repeat. Your butt plug will vibrate so that you feel as though you are being fucked. Watch the porn and enjoy the cycle. It will be repeated dozens of times to give you the maximum pleasure possible and the pump will harvest your cum.” He turned down the lights and the computer took over. Within minutes I was in a state of incredible arousal moaning along with the other boys in Studio No. 2. This was paradise and I never wanted to leave. As I watched the video, each time one of the boys gave another a blow job, the suction chamber activated to give me the sensation of a blow job. When one of the boys fucked another, my butt plug activated vibrating and pumping to give me the sensation of being fucked. As waves of pleasure ed through me, my mind was being taken to places it had never been. Any notion that I was straight was now a distant and unpleasant memory.