The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

04

A few days later came the first Monday of classes. The weekend had been pretty quiet to be honest. Robby had been out on a few dates, which he recounted to Chris at breakfast each morning. Chris had gone out on Saturday evening for a bit, but ended up back at home after having forgotten he needed to work on a project he’d promised his group that he would do a lot of the initial research for. How did he become so forgetful suddenly?

Monday morning, the roommates’ alarm went off before the sun rose. The boys immediately awoke and smiled at each other. Chris leaned across the bed and kissed Robby on the nose before sliding a hand down his chest to the rock hard cock at the bottom. The red haired boy let him stroke for a moment, but then put a gentle hand on his roommates’ own hand. “Not this morning,” Robby began with a definitive look, “I have something to show you.”

The naked boys slipped out of bed and slid on their now matching purple underwear. Both boys were hard, but Chris’ eagerness to see what Robby had in store for him made the desire for release fade away quickly. Robby smiled as he led his roommate to the wall next to their closet: “I think you need to see this.”

Chris felt his mind slowly fade away over a few seconds. He just felt so blank suddenly. Yes, he definitely needed to see whatever it was Robby had to show him. Taking his hand and pushing a button on the wall that Chris had not noticed before, a small chair slid out of the wall. Once it was in place, a monitor screen slid out as well. The blond boy was in the chair before he knew it and a spiral began to play before him, immediately putting the budding slave into a trance. Robby watched him for a moment as his roommates eyes became still and lifeless.

A pair of pink ear buds slid into the boy’s ears to test his conditioning level. Their wise Preceptor had decided to use Robby to test Chris’ performance. The red haired boy was proud to serve. As Chris was brainwashed, Robby waited at attention for the hour long program to finish. His cock was hard, extremely sensitive against the silky fabric of his shorts, and he remained on the edge of release until the hour was over.

At the end of the hour, Chris, still in trance, stood up and stepped forward so the chair could return to its place behind the wall. Obeying a directive pumped into him for the past hour, he knelt before Robby and gave the boy a fantastic blow job. Robby came into Chris’ mouth, the conditioned student swallowing it down. Afterwards, both boys took a few steps towards their shower and woke up, not realizing any of the events of the past hour. In the shower, Robby returned the favor he did not remember receiving, stroking the soapy cock of his roommate until he shot cum all over his own cock and balls.

The boys cleaned each other up, dried off, and dressed for the day. Each had a meeting with their Preceptor and classes as well. Robby had to remind Chris to remember a book for class. They had a test coming up, but a more important test remained for later in the day at Chris’ precepting meeting.

During his morning class, Chris found it very hard to concentrate on anything related to class. The course was about the pre-modern history of their continent. The blond boy found himself bored and distracted by discussions of the emancipation of women, wars, and other things he suddenly found that he did not care about.

He sighed during break, longing for his domestic chores course. However, that course wasn’t until tomorrow. Looking around, he noticed Robby leaving with another freshmen who was on Dominant track. There was still ten minutes left until class resumed, but Chris wondered where his red-haired roommate was going. After a moment, the thought drifted away.

As the thought faded away, he found his attention drawn back towards the front of the lecture hall. The very cute TA, an upperclassman, smiled and gave Chris a little wave. Before he could stop himself, the increasingly brainwashed boy found that he was walking down towards the stage. The TA whispered a few words into his ear, which made Chris giggle.

Taking his strong hand, Chris walked with the TA into a room on the side of the stage. His last memory for the next hour was the word “kneel” in his little boyish ears.

05

After class, Chris was scheduled for a meeting with his preceptor. He sighed at how little control he had over his day. There was always a man to tell him where to be! For some reason, as he left the lecture hall and walked out into the bright fall day, he found walking to be slightly uncomfortable. His little backside hurt a bit, but the blond boy had not had anal sex in weeks, so he couldn’t figure out why.

Did he fall and just forget about it? Suddenly, he remember tripping the night before on a pair of shoes that Robby had left on the floor. Weird, he thought, both of them were normally so organized.

Chris made his way across campus, stopping for a moment to admire the slaves on the cheer squad for the team. They were so cute and focused. The men on the team must be quite proud of them. He continued to where his Preceptor’s office was located, walked up the stairs, and into into the hall where his office was located.

At the door, he softly knocked as he had seen numerous boys, slaves, and drones do beforehand. His handsome Preceptor sat behind the desk and grinned as he looked up at the boy. “Ah, boy, come in and shut the door please.”

“Yes, Sir,” was Chris’ automatic reply. The boy entered the room and felt a compulsion to walk over to Preceptor’s side of the desk and kneel on the soft mat sitting next to him. His legs slid out from under him and before he knew it, his gentle eyes were staring up at his Superior.

Then, another strange compulsion came over him. Before he could think about it, Chris was unbuttoning his Preceptor’s gray pants and stroking his cock. At his mouth met the tip of the Man, a still, blank feeling came over him. He closed his eyes and automatically sucked and sucked until a quick wad of cum was spraying into his mouth. He cleaned up the Preceptor, and himself, with a gently wet towel that hung on a small rack under the desk, which he somehow knew was there, and looked back up at the handsome Man as if nothing had happened.

Chris blinked a few times, the past few minutes quickly blurring in his mind. He sighed contently and waited for some kind of instruction.

“Good boy. You are so well behaved.” He paused and petted the docile boy. “I am very impressed with you so far. You are already much farther along than most boys at your pace.” Chris heard a door open behind him. “There is still a lot you need to learn.”

At the touch of his Preceptor’s hand, Chris turned around to find his slave friend from the previous week stepping out of the closet. He had been looking forward to their date that evening. The slave, whose eyes just looked so...empty...smiled softly at both the boy and its Master and then curtsied. “Master, how will slave obey?”

The Preceptor scratched at his goatee and then nodded. “You and Chris have a date tonight, correct?”

The slave smiled. “Yes, Master.” Today, the pretty slave wore a small t-shirt for an old sports team that read “Cocks” on it with a helmet.

“Good boy.” Chris stared at his slave friend, enamored with the slave’s bare thigh kept visible by a pair of too short mesh shorts. He looked up at the sound of his Preceptor’s voice again, addressed towards the slave. “Come closer and tell Chris about the nice surprise we have for him.”

The slave did not speak, but moved closer to its friend. It stared at Chris, sighing contently as Chris reached out to take its hand. “slave was able to get the Head Counselor to give you its former job in the counseling center.” Chris, surprised, but happy, nodded at the unspoken notion that some cock sucking was involved in this negotiation. the slave squeezed his hand back. “You will work part time starting tomorrow.”

“I have already updated your schedule,” Chris’ Preceptor remarked. Chris pulled his phone out of a pocket and saw his free time on two days of the week was now taken up his duties in the counseling center.

There was something else new as well. Something right after this meeting. “Sir,” Chris began, looking up at the much taller Man, “I also see some gym time has been added to my schedule.” He stared up, smiling, as the statement, not a question, drifted out of his little boy voice.

“Something I want you to do,” Chris’ controller began, “is begin an exercise regiment. Chris looked up, surprised by His interest in the boy’s fitness. “I want you to be mentally fit. By your education, I mean.” He smiled as the pun went over the boy’s head. “...but I also want you to be psychically fit. We need to make sure you are your best for a man, don’t we.”

Chris nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, Sir.”

Chris’ Preceptor motioned towards the slave his advisee would take out that night. “slave, escort Chris to gym room Pink-Beta. Have him run the first program.”

The slave nodded softly and grinned knowingly. “Yes, Master.” The dark-haired slave took Chris’ hand and led him out of the room before Chris could react.

06

At the gym, a drone stopped the boy and the slave. After checking to make sure they were authorized for the workout, the drone gently pointed towards one of the two large doors at the end of the hallway. Hand in hand, they walked to it and opened the door to find a pink hallway casually filled with a few boys, a drone, and a few collared slaves like Chris’ friend.

“This gym is segregated for—”

“Us,” Chris finished with a smile and squeeze of the hand. The slave smiled at his understanding and they walked to room Pink-Beta, which housed two treadmills, an obviously retracted wall, and a handsome dark skinned trainer, who waited eagerly for them. The Trainer was wearing brief mesh shorts, which put attention more towards his toned stomach and athletic body.

The slave curtsied to its superior, which Chris awkwardly did as well after a moment. “Good boys,” the handsome Trainer, whose name tag said “Cameron,” began. “I have you scheduled for your first program.” He turned to face Chris. “How long do you normally run for?”

“Four miles, Sir.” Chris automatically replied. His Trainer was so handsome; Chris just felt like staring at his wonderful body all day.

Cameron nodded. “Well, for now, we are going to start you off at one mile per program. I will increase your mileage as I see progress.” He smiled warmly at the slave standing next to Chris. “This slave here has a good head start on you. How many miles are you up to?”

The slave proudly chirped, “six miles, Master,” and beamed a smile. Chris realized quickly he had a lot of work to do!

“Good boy.” Cameron took Chris’ hand and led the boy to one of the treadmills. “You will run here while I observe you.” He nodded to the slave, who helped Chris set up the settings for his run. Once they were set, the treadmill began to move and Chris lightly jogged to become accustomed to the unfamiliar surface.

Suddenly, the large TV screen flickered on and a light purple hypnotic spiral began to play over and over on it. As soon as it caught his eye, Chris’ running slowed down as he became, as previously programmed, lost in the beautiful spiral. “Why...is...” was all he got out before he almost completely stopped running, but Cameron gently touched his arm.

“Keep running and looking at the spiral.” By the end of the one mile run, Chris was deeply entranced and had to be commanded to stop running. The slave who accompanied him to this session was also standing still next to the second treadmill in the room. Cameron nodded towards both entranced inferiors, pleased by how easy they came under control. The upperclassman liked expediency of enslavement.

Cameron pulled a small tablet out of his pocket and activated the wall panel that brought out two brainwashing chairs. He waited while the chairs slid out of the wall and their movement’s hum ended. “Sit in the chair nearest to you,” he commanded Chris. The boy obeyed quickly, sitting himself down and even strapped his arms down as subliminally commanded to in the future the last time he was programmed. A helmet dropped down on the blond boy and his already hypnotized mind was fed subliminals and visual suggestions of obedience without the need for any further purple enticement.

Satisfied with Chris’ progress, Cameron turned to the slave who had accompanied the boy. “You did well today, little one.” The slave smiled and curtsied. “For tonight’s date, you need to be prepped for your date.”

Without further word, the slave smiled and sat down in the chair next to Chris. It accepted new programming without any hesitation. At the end of their session, all Chris and slave would remember was a vigorous session with their favorite Trainer, Cameron.

07

After a vigorous training session with the fantastic Trainer Cameron, Chris went back to the apartment him and Robby, who he had not seen all day, shared to relax for a bit, try to study, which was increasingly hard to do, and then get ready for his date withe the Preceptor’s slave. Chris put on nice pants and a purple dress shirt, which he impulsively, or so he thought, decided to wear for once.

The slave showed up precisely on time, which had been conditioned into the former boy for months after its arrival on campus last semester. Chris hugged the slave; it wore short blue shorts and a t-shirt. Chris and the slave had talked on their way out of training and had agreed, to the extent a submissive track and a brainwashed slave can, to have a stay in dinner date.

Chris had gotten the idea in his head during the day to ask the slave some questions as they snuggled up on the bed to watch a movie. As a romantic comedy about a boy who is captured and brainwashed by the Man it had slighted in high school played before them, boy and slave kissed and cuddled. “I have been wondering,” Chris began, “why do slaves say ‘how will slave obey?’” The blond boy had never noticed this before today, but now he had to have the answer.

The slave kissed Chris again gently and sighed, the smile never leaving his face. “Well, slaves say ‘how will slave obey’ because it is taught to not say, for example, ‘this slave,’ because slaves are...slaves.” The slave ran a hand along Chris’ stomach. “The pronouncement ends with ‘obey’ because a slave just obeys. It’s a declaration of submission to Men, not just the individual Man it is serving.”

Chris kissed the slave. That made perfect sense! “I think I should say that since I am on submissive track, right?” This idea had been programmed into the boy for the past few days.

The slave returned the kiss, its eyes glistening in the light from the film, which had come to an important scene where the protagonist’s best friend betrays him to their eventual Master. “You should talk to a Man about it, but it sounds good to slave.”

The boy and slave fellated each other under the covers. As the movie ended happily, with the protagonist now the docile lovedoll of its formerly hated rival, Chris found himself enchanted by the gentle, passive eyes on the slave and how soft and submissive it was. He wanted to be just like it, but on submissive track he had to wait.

A loud, pleasant, alarm in the room announced that curfew was in 15 minutes. The slave slid out of bed, dressed, and kissed the boy. “Both of us have to go home, it is curfew.” The little bit of life in the slave’s eyes left as it turned and left the room mindlessly.

Chris felt a pull to get his clothes on quickly and got up to tidy the room before bed. After a few minutes of cleaning up, there was a gentle, polite, knock at the door to announce Robby was also returning from wherever he had been all day. As they made eye contact, both boys stripped off their clothing and neatly dropped them into a hamper. Chris’ cock rose at the sight of Robby’s barren clothing; orange shorts and a t-shirt were all the boy wore.

The boys came close and kissed, hugging each other tightly. They, holding hands, slid into bed and Robby fucked Chris’ mouth under the covers. The boys snuggled up afterward and feel asleep quickly. The machine on the wall began to fill the room with soft messages reinforcing the lessons Chris had learned today, plus new lessons the increasingly brainwashed boy to dress more provocatively like his roommate did. The Counselor he would work for tomorrow loved boys who dressed that way. Showing off your body was good.

Chris would exercise as much as his Trainer wanted so he could show off his body for his Counselor. All of this would please his Preceptor, which would led to finding a Man to serve for life.