The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

I woke up and sat up in bed. I was naked, except for a pair of white crew socks. The air smelled like sex and I could hear muffled conversation outside the closed bedroom door. For some reason, I felt really good and my cock was already hard although a bit sticky. The sheets on the bed were a bit crusty, but I pulled them up to my face and inhaled deeply. They smelled wonderful. My brain told me that I needed to be stroking my dick and feeling pleasure. Just the thought of stroking made me feel so happy. About that time, the door to the bedroom opened and Jack entered. He was smiling.

“Well, Sleeping Beauty is awake. How are we feeling?”

“I feel good, Sir.”

“I’m glad. Being a good boy should make you feel good.” His voice made my cock grow even more rigid. “I hope you enjoyed our session last night. It’s important for you to become accustomed to my voice and to know what I expect of you. Mark has become a very good slave and, in time, you will as well.” He touched my forehead with his index finger. “Sleep.” Instantly, my head dropped and my eyes slammed shut. “Good boy. Deeper and deeper. My voice makes you feel so good, so aroused. Deeper and deeper. Your mind so open, so empty. Deeper and deeper.” I am not sure how much time ed, but the next thing I knew, Jack was waking me up.

“You fell asleep on me.”

“I’m really sorry, Sir. I thought I slept pretty well.” He smiled and sat down next to me on the bed.

“It’s okay boy. You have been having a lot of new experiences and that can be tiring.” He looked down at my rigid cock that was tenting the sheet. He pulled back the sheet. “I’m glad you are so excited to be with me.” He reached down and began to stroke my cock. It felt so good. I began to moan. “Just relax and enjoy it, boy. I want you to feel lots of pleasure. When you obey me, you feel pleasure.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Being a good boy means that you do what I tell you to do when I tell you to do it. One of the things you will be learning is that I control your pleasure.” He began to stroke a bit faster. I felt like my cock was about to explode. Then he stopped. “You will only cum when I permit you to cum. You can goon for hours and never cum, but you will feel wonderful pleasure and you will go mindless.” He smiled and ran his hand through my hair. “I think it’s time for some more gooning.” He clicked the screen on and my attention was immediately drawn to the gay porn that appeared. My hand dropped to my rigid cock and he squirted some lube to facilitate the process. As I watched the screen, my hand began to move up and down on my cock. It felt so good. It was if my hand knew exactly what to do. The more I stroked, the more mindless I became. Stroking but never cumming. My mind was swimming in pleasure. I was barely aware that Jack had left the room and closed the door behind him. My job was to watch porn and stroke my cock. When Jack returned later, he was delighted to see that I was still stroking and that I had no cum without his permission.

“Such a good boy. I think a reward is in order. I am going to count from 5 down to 0. When I reach 0, you may cum. When you cum, you will cum harder and longer than ever before. When you cum, any resistance or doubts you have above belonging to me and serving me with evaporate. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Sir,” I said, desperate to hear him reach zero. He toyed with me counting down to 1 and then back up to 4. Finally, he said the magic word and my cock spewed cum like a fountain. I now belonged to him completely.

“Good boy, I’m sure you’re exhausted. Why don’t you take a little nap and I’ll be back to begin your cock sucking training.” He closed the bedroom door again and I collapsed onto the pillow, my body covered in my own cum. He woke me later and guided me into the living room where Mark was sitting on the couch. He was naked except for a collar, his cock cage and a pair of white crew socks. “I just want you to see what you have to look forward to. Mark is such a good boy and he always enjoys my cum, but I was thinking he might want to try yours.” Jack nodded and Mark got on his knees between my legs. His head was bowed and he was staring at my cock, which was already hard. “Go ahead boy,” Jack encouraged, “Steve needs to understand how good it feels to have his penis sucked by another man.” Mark lowered his head and began to lick my shaft. He gradually worked his way up and soon had my entire penis in his mouth. I began to moan with the pleasure and each time I got ready to blow my load, Mark would slow down his pace, much in the same way that I had learned to goon. Jack looked on delighted with his new boy. Finally, he must have given Mark the go ahead and he increased his pace until I finally orgasmed. I had never felt that good in my life before. I wanted my life to continue just like this and I was grateful that Master had taken charge of me.

“That was pretty good, wasn’t it boy?” I nodded my head.

“Yes, Sir.”

“I knew you would enjoy it. Even straight guys love to have their cock sucked. I know that having it done by another man seems weird, but, in time, you will learn to enjoy it and to get past your homophobia. His statement made me feel ashamed of myself, but he was right. There was absolutely nothing wrong with being gay and I was beginning to understand what I had been missing. I loved the fact that he was helping me to become more open minded and to consider that gay sex might be appropriate for me. “Steve, I have a lot of work to do on your mind, but I know that this is important to you and that you want me to continue, correct?”

“Yes, Sir. I want you to continue to work on my mind and help me become a good boy.” Jack smiled.

“It will be my pleasure and yours too I expect. Both you and Mark have had a busy day, let’s get you showered and into bed.” As with everything, I knew that Jack was right and I did as I was instructed.

I kind of lost track of time and even what day it was. Jack had me on a regular training schedule and deviating from it was unthinkable. He suggested that I take time off work for focus on my training and I called my regional boss and arranged for a two-week leave of absence due to health issues. I could not imagine anything more important to my health than the training I was receiving, so there was some truth to my request. My daily schedule consisted of waking at 5:00am for a workout either on the treill or the elliptical. Jack wanted Mark and I to stay in good shape. I would shower and have a special protein shake that Jack made. It had a pungent flavor but I liked it. He would then take me to the bedroom to watch gay porn and stroke my cock. This felt so good and every time that I got close to orgasm, my hand would stop until the urge to cum diminished and then I would start again. My mind was swimming in a sea of pleasure and obedience. I was exactly where I needed to be doing exactly what I needed to do. By that point, I had happily surrendered all control to Jack. Any preconceived notions that there was something morally wrong with gay sex had vanished and I was happy to be shaped by him into his obedient good boy. It seemed as though I was in an almost constant state of arousal and happier and more content than I had ever been in my life. After several days, he decided it was time for me to take the next step.

“Steve, I know how much you enjoyed having Mark suck your cock.” I smiled and nodded.

“It felt wonderful, Daddy.” At his suggestion, I had begun referring to him as Daddy because I felt like he had become a male role model for me, much like my biological father. Mark continued to call him Sir. To some extent, Mark felt like a brother to me now.

“Steve, part of learning to be a good boy is making all of your holes available to other men. That means no only your mouth, but also your pussy. I want you to welcome that experience and to learn to pleasure me and other men. Is that something that you want to learn?”

“Daddy, I want to make you proud of me and to give you pleasure.” Jack smiled.

“Good boy. When you begin to accept my cock in your holes, you will make me very proud and give me wonderful pleasure. Mark has learned exactly what I expect of him and soon you will also understand. Your holes belong to me now and I will use them when I want to.”

“Yes, Daddy.” He led me to the bedroom where Mark was on his knees on the bed. He positioned himself behind Mark. Mark seemed very relaxed and ready to accept Daddy’s cock. Mark’s cock was still in the cage Daddy had placed on it.

“Now, boy, watch your brother. He has learned how to please me.” With that, he eased his erect cock into Mark. Mark moaned his pleasure. Daddy began to pump in and out. At first slowly and then at an increasing speed. I watched in fascination wishing I was in Mark’s place. Daddy held Mark’s hips to allow him to thrust more deeply into Mark’s pussy. “Good boy,” Daddy repeated, reinforcing the lesson. Finally, Daddy emptied his balls into Mark and Mark collapsed in pure ecstasy. Daddy pulled out and turned to me. “Steve, come clean my cock.” Eagerly I climbed onto the bed and began licking Daddy’s cock and cleaning up all of the excess cum. This was exactly what Daddy had prepared me for. It was delicious and made even better because Daddy let me participate in his breeding of Mark. I then moved over to Mark licking the cum that was escaping his pussy. Mark turned over and we kissed. I felt his tongue exploring my mouth and I returned his ion. Daddy had gotten off the bed and was now filming us with his phone.

“Steve, isn’t this sex better than anything you ever had with your girlfriend?” Daddy asked with a smile.

“Yes, Daddy,” I panted, “please teach me more. I want to be your good boy.”

“You are my good boy. Both you and Mark are very good boys. And if you are very good, I will fill your pussy with my cum too.”

“Oh, please Daddy. Please fuck me Daddy,” I begged.

“All in good time, boy. All in good time. You need to earn it.”

“Anything Daddy. I will do anything you ask.”

“Good boy. I am so glad to hear that. I think you and Mark need to take a little nap and then we can talk more about how you can earn my cock.” Suddenly, I felt sleepy. I curled up next to Mark and fell asleep. My last memory was Daddy kissing Mark and I on the forehead as he turned down the lights. “Sleep tight boys.”