The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

I lost track of time and, for that matter, how many times I orgasmed. I must have been at least six as the computer relentlessly pushed my body to new limits. My experience in Gooning Studio No. 3 was child’s play compared to Studio No. 2. The result, however, was much the same. When Kurt came to unhook my connections, he had a grin on his face. “Looks like you survived.” All I could do was to nod. I felt so fucking good. Once I had entered trance, I felt like I was one of the boys in the porn sharing their excitement and sexual pleasure. Nothing could have felt more real. Each time I thought that I had experienced maximum pleasure, the Club pushed me farther.

“I have a treat for you boy.” He presented me with a small glass about a quarter full of cum. “That is the cum we harvested from you. Drink up. Cum is good for you and it will help you get used to sucking cock.” I did as I was told. I had never had cum before, let alone my own. It was surprisingly good. Salty and sweet at the same time. “Did you I enjoy that?” I nodded.

“Good boy. There will be lots more of that in the future and you are going to grow to crave it.” Unlike my experience in Gooning Studio No. 3, I did not feel as lightheaded. I still felt wonderful but with a clear sense of submission and obedience. This was no longer about my pleasure, but the pleasure I could provide for other men. I loved gooning, but allowing my holes to be used to pleasure real men was much more important and pleasurable as well. Kurt got me scheduled for my next session.

“Brent, it’s important that you start increasing your cum intake. We don’t have the capacity to schedule you every day and it’s your obligation as a good boy to make sure you are getting enough cum.” Kurt handed me a list of twenty names and phone numbers. “This is a list of some of our mentors, who are willing to work with you to improve your blowjob skills. They are all very good at helping good boys, like you, develop that very important skill. Please try to schedule with them at least every other day, although daily would be better. You should be prepared to go to them as they are kind enough to give up their time to help you. Each of them that you use will rate your skills and report back to me. If I don’t hear from them, I will know that you are not getting in the practice you need. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Sir,” I said. There was no way I was going to disappoint Kurt.

“Good boy. Do you need a ride home or can you drive today?”

“I can drive, Sir.”

“Good boy. We will see you next week for your next session.”

“Thank you, Sir.” He was so nice and I really appreciated the fact that he was giving me the opportunity to work on my blowjob skills. It would have been awkward reaching out to strangers, but I felt more comfortable with of the Club. I was wondering how Brian was feeling and decided to give him a call when I got home. If his experience was anything like mine, he was counting the hours until his next session.

“Brian, it’s Brent, just wanted to call and ask about your experience at the Club?”

“Dude, it was awesome. I felt like my brain exploded. The stroking was great, but the poppers…..wow. I was worried about them, but they like made my brain turn to mush and amped up the pleasure.”

“Glad you enjoyed it,” I said knowing exactly what he was talking about. “When are you going back?”

“I’d be there 24/7 if I could, but they had a cancellation in a couple of days and I jumped on it. It’s at 11:00pm, but I don’t care. I just want to feel that amazing pleasure.” I chuckled.

“I know exactly what you mean. I went at 10:00pm one night, just so I didn’t have to wait another week. Easiest decision ever. Every session is better than the last. At first I wasn’t sure how I would feel about gay porn, but it’s just dudes having fun with each other and there is nothing wrong with that. What does Monica think?” There was a long pause.

“She broke off our engagement. I was trying to be honest with her about needing to goon and she just started crying and left for her Mom’s house. Dumb bitch. I have a right to my pleasure. Do you think I care if she gets off with a vibrator? It’s just as well, being married to her would have been a chore.”

“But you guys dated for like ten years?” I asked, feeling a bit guilty for having turned Brian on to the Club.

“Yeah, ten years of my life I won’t get back. Just glad I finally found a place where I can relax and enjoy myself without some bitch bugging me. I really appreciate that you saved me a life of misery.” I smiled, but I was still feeling guilty. Even so, at some level Brian was right. Guys need the freedom to pleasure themselves and to learn to be good boys. If that was something that Monica could not accept, then perhaps it was best that the marriage was off. Besides, after a few more sessions, Brian will have forgotten about her. “Well, I got to run. I know you are going to enjoy your sessions as much or more than your first session.”

“Absolutely. I was thinking we should arrange for Tom to visit the Club. Tom Martin had been our roommate back in college and was in grad school studying engineering. Super smart guy.

“I think that’s a great idea. Besides, his brain needs a rest and gooning will help him relax. Why don’t you give him a call? I’ll talk to you later.” I decided that I needed to get cracking on the assignment that Kurt had given me. I really wanted to make sure that I improved my cock sucking skills. I looked at the list and decided to call the first name, Carter Mullin. The list provided no information on him with the exception of his phone number and the fact that he lived in town. I dialed the number, but got his voicemail.

“Hi, you’ve reached Carter. Please leave me a message and I will call back. Bye.”

“Hi, Mr. Mullin. My name is Brent and I am calling because Kurt at the Club gave me your name. Please call me back at this number when it’s convenient for you. Thanks.” Less than five minutes later, Brent’s phone rang, it was Carter Mullin.

“Hello”

“Hello, boy. This is Carter Mullin. I understand that you may need some coaching on your blowjob skills.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good. Are you busy now?”

“No, Sir.”

“Excellent, my address is 54 Crescent Drive. Brent drove to the address. His GPS lead him into one of the nicer neighborhoods in Springfield. The roads were lined with houses that looked more like mansions than his small abode. He pulled into the driveway of 54 Crescent Drive and walked up to the door. Before he could ring the doorbell, it was answered by a man in his mid 40’s with jet black hair and a goatee. He smiled. “You must be Brent, please come in. I’m so glad that you were able to come over tonight. I have some extra time and we can work on your skills.” Brent had never been attracted to another man, but he might make an exception for Carter. Handsome and well-spoken and obviously wealthy. “Go ahead and strip, boy.” Without even a hint of hesitation, Brent removed his clothes until he was standing naked except for his white socks. It did not even occur to him to object. Carter was a real man and Brent knew that stripping was not a suggestion, but rather a command. Carter looked him over head to toe and was clearly pleased. He then took Brent’s hand and let him to the master bedroom upstairs. “Make yourself comfortable on the bed.” Brent already had an erection. Carter removed his shirt and pants and climbed onto the bed next to Brent. He began to massage Brent’s torso, which only served to increase his sexual excitement. “Good boy. Just relax.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good boy.” Carter’s penis was every bit of nine inches, both powerful and commanding. Brent’s mouth began to water. He ed how delicious the cum was at the Club and he was on the verge of having more, much more. “Start by licking gently around the base and working your way up. Enjoy this.” As Brent began, he could hear Carter’s moans under his breath. He was enjoying it. He was beginning to thrust. Brent loved the fact that he was giving Carter so much pleasure.

Brian took his position on the bed as Archer hooked him into the system. This was his second visit and he had been counting the hours down to his visit. It had been over a week and his mind had been screaming for the pleasure that he received during his first visit. His penis was throbbing with excitement, although he knew that he would not be allowed to cum for hours. Gooning Studio No. 3 was completely full with guys lost in pleasure. Their moans were like music to Brian’s ears and helped relax him even before the program started. He loved the fact that so many guys were discovering the incredible pleasures of gooning. He had already shared it with some of his friends and with his younger brother, David, who was already scheduled for his first visit.

As the program began to power up, Brian began to stroke. It was as if his hand had a mind of its own. It stroked effortlessly and in compliance with the program, speeding up and slowing down to help Brian reach a state of mindlessness without cumming. He inhaled the poppers that the program provided and which helped his brain turn to mush. He did not need it anyway, he only needed the pleasure. He was perfectly happy for the program to think for him. As his mind shut down, he wondered if it was possible to stay in the program forever.

“You did very well, boy,” Carter said. “You will get better with practice and I am happy to tutor you regularly.” Brent licked the cum that was running down his chin. Carter’s cum was delicious and it was a privilege to be allowed to give him a blowjob. “I have tutored a few straight guys in the past, but you have a lot of potential. Most straight guys have trouble totally committing themselves to the pleasure of their top, but you seem able to get past that.”

“Yes, Sir. My training at the Club has been so helpful. There was a time when I could not imagine sucking another guy off, but now, I look forward to it. I love the taste of cum and the fact that my mouth can give you so much pleasure.” Carter smiled.

“Good boy. If your ass is half as good as your mouth, I will be more than happy to be your Master.” Brent blushed. Having Carter as his Sir was like a dream come true. He wanted to be the best cocksucker he could be and this was a wonderful way to get his daily cum intake. “I’ll be giving you a good review when I talk to Kurt. I am going to ask him to allow you to come here as often as possible. At least every other day so that we can perfect your skills.”

“Thank you, Sir.”