The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The next morning, Chris and Robby woke up in each others arms. The roommates kissed as Chris casually stroked at Robby’s cock. The blond boy sighed at Robby shot cum all over his body.

The boys showered together, soaping each other as they scrubbed themselves clean for the day. Over the past week, Chris had begun to use the same facial scrubs, shampoos, and body products that his roommate used. Besides the differences in hair and skin, some days they almost looked like doubles.

When it came to dressing, Chris found himself staring longingly at a few pairs of short mesh shorts in the closet. He slipped on a light blue pair and a matching tank top. It was a hot day, he argued, there was nothing wrong with showing off his body. His body was there for pleasure.

He did a little spin and Robby applauded the boy’s choice of clothing. As they walked across campus, a few men noticed the boys and either said hello or acknowledged them with a smile or nod. It gave Chris such a thrill to receive this kind of acknowledgment.

Chris did not have a class today, but he did have his shift at the counseling center. Robby bid him farewell at the doors to the center; he had a shift somewhere else today. In the reception area, the drone stationed there directed him to a beautiful, dark skinned, drone who escorted him by hand to the center’s waiting area. Another boy was sitting there, so Chris joined him.

Chris gave the boy, a dark haired, pale, tiny thing, a wave, “hello,” and sat down with him.

“My name is Jeffrey, but you can call me Jeffy I think,” the unsure boy began as they shook hands. “Are you on submissive track?”

“Yep!” Chris proudly beamed. “I am here to meet the Counselor I will be doing an internship with this semester.”

“Oh.” Jeffy frowned a little. “I am here to meet with one about my schedule. I wasn’t sure still what track I wanted to be on, so I am taking a mixture of classes.” He leaned in to his new blond friend. “Between us, I think some of the submissive tracks are a little creepy. They are super intense. I think I might want to drop one of those classes.”

Chris nodded, but before he could reply, the drone that had escorted him to the waiting area came by and told both boys their Counselors were ready for them. The boys waved to each other and then followed the drone to their individual counselors.

At the Counselor’s door, the drone knocked softly on the open door and curtsied before leaving. Chris stared at the handsome young man who stood up and began moving toward him. “Shut the door,” he commanded the boy, which Chris obeyed. Once the door was shut, The Counselor commanded him again. “You will address Me as ‘Sir’ at all times.”

Chris blinked at the forwardness of the man, feeling his cock rise a little bit. “Yes, Sir.” A light haze fell over his mind.

“Good boy.” Chris smiled proudly. “Kneel,” he commanded, pointing to a small carpet on the side of the desk. Chris moved to it quickly and knelt down, smiling again.

“You are on submissive track.” Mr. Andrews let the comment hang in the air for a moment. “...based on everything I have seen, and heard, about you, you are doing well. To continue doing that, you will obey my every instruction.”

Chris blinked again. “Yes, Sir.” He already felt so comfortable wit the man, not remembering the hours of brainwashing he had done to obey.

Mr. Andrews leaned down and traced a hand along the boy’s legs. “you are a very cute boy. You will make a man very happy one day.” He paused for a moment, admiring the bare legs of his subordinate. “Why did you dress so bare today? You’re dressed like a drone.”

Chris blushed at the compliment. “Sir, I-I-I like to dress to please.”

“I have seen you around campus a bit, and you dress rather pleasingly, but never quite this much.” Mr. Andrews paused. “But I like it. You should dress like this each day you work here.”

“Yes, Sir.” Chris wanted to pull his clothes off and display himself for the Man. “I hope I live up to your expectations for me, Sir.”

“I think you will,” the Man smiled, “and you’ll continue to be a more well behaved boy as you go on.” He took a step back and opened his desk to pull out a small name tag. “Another step you should take is getting a better name.” He leaned down and clipped the “chrissie” name tag to the boy’s shirt. “Chris is such...it is such a man’s name. Your roommate isn’t Robert, he is Robby. Does that make sense to you? You wouldn’t have a name like your Father?”

Chrissie blinked and nodded slowly. That made perfect sense! “I am sorry, Sir. I didn’t know!”

Mr. Andrews petted the boy’s head. “That is fine. This is why you need to obey Men at all times.”

Chrissie smiled and pushed his head against Sir’s hand. “Yes, Sir.” Suddenly, the boy’s mind went blank as his handsome controller loudly declared a trigger.

09

Chrissie bounced out of the Counselor’s office and bounded down the hall towards the elevator outside of the waiting area. At the elevator, he saw Jeffy getting in and slipped in with the boy before the door’s shut. The quick ride down one floor didn’t give them time to talk, but on the way out Chrissie tried to keep up with his new friend, who briskly walked in the opposite direction that the blond boy was heading.

“Hey! Wait up!” Chrissie called to Jeffy, grabbing the boy by the arm to stop him. “What’s up? How did your meeting go?”

“The meeting was wonderful,” Jeffy began as he turned around. “My Counselor was really helpful.” The boy’s green eyes looked incredibly passive, which turned Chrissie on a lot, making him not see anything different about the boy. “Excuse me; right now, I need to be at a building across campus.” The boy walked away quickly, his little butt waving in shorts similar to Chrissie’s pair. The blond boy shrugged it off and went back to his apartment for the night.

A few weeks passed as the semester went on. The warm fall days and evenings led to many dates for Chrissie, Robby, and other boys of the incoming class who were embracing their place as the puppets of men.

Chrissie had continued to meet with his Preceptor once a week. The day before those meetings, he spent the afternoon with the middle-aged Man’s slave, learning how to please and be a good boy. The boy and slave would have stay-in dates those nights and fuck all evening long.

Each week, Chrissie spent more time with his trainer Cameron. The runs got longer and the spirals brighter as he was reprogrammed to offer pleasure with his appearance. The tiny boy began to have toned legs and a nicer chest, which he increasingly showed off with his short shorts and tank tops. Cameron even took him out one weekend, raping the blond boy’s tiny butt forcibly at the end of the evening as the curfew bell rang out.

Despite these success, Chrissie found his academics were falling behind. That week, he found out that the boy had failed a second exam in a class. The boy, whom he had first met during that original orientation meeting with the counselor, next to him also failed. Neither could figure out why this kept happening; they studied and seemed to understand the material, but then it was all wrong on the test. Chrissie didn’t admit it to the other boy, but this had happened in both of his courses that didn’t directly relate to submission.

10

As students conversed about their grades during the break mid-way through the lecture, the professor’s drone came over to the boys and announced they would be meeting with the professor after class. Chrissie frowned, but told the drone that was fine. How nice it must be to only learn and know what the professor tells it.

After class, their Professor approached the boys. “I am disappointed in both of you for your performance in my class. However, I am not surprised by the lack of intellect from submissive track students anymore.” He waved his hand at the cute drone accompanying him. “This drone was a troublemaker on campus and stole some exams. Now, he is such a good boy.”

The Professor continued. “I think you boys should study together more. You can be,” he argued, waving the official campus medallion, already programmed into the boys’ minds to make them suggestible, “more like this drone here.”

“Yes, Sir.” Both boys automatically said as their eyes followed the medallion. He dismissed them at that point, but not before Chrissie looked back longingly at the drone as they exited on the other side of the lecture hall.

After class, Chrissie was walking to his shift at the counseling center. From afar, the campus’ Headmaster was speaking with a newly hired Professor when his eye caught a glimpse of the boy’s cute butt swaying in a pair of minuscule orange mesh shorts. The conversation ended with a hand shake and the Professor heading off to a meeting.

After the man left, the Headmaster tapped his drone on the arm and pointed toward Chrissie, who was now walking up the steps to the counseling center. “What is that adorable boy’s name?”

The bleached blond drone blinked a few times as its behavior chip accessed the data. “His name is Chrissie, Master.”

The Headmaster watched the boy enter the counseling center. “Ah, our precious Robby’s roommate. Lovely. Call Robby in for a meeting. I see a lot of potential in that boy.”

Chrissie was directed by the drone at the reception desk to head into the center proper. While he did some data entry about one of the campus athletic teams, suddenly he saw Jeffy walk by. “Jeffy!” he called out, but his friend did not reply. Maybe he didn’t hear him?

A few minutes later, Jeffy passed by him again. Chrissie stood up and grabbed Jeffy, but then noticed the collar and “drone” name tag hanging around its neck. “Jeffy?” The new drone just stared at him. “Jeffy, it’s me Chrissie?”

The drone blinked. “Excuse drone please, it has to get to a task.”

The drone swayed away. Jeffy had been hesitant to stay on submissive track. How was it suddenly a drone? Was that even allowed? Chrissie sighed and got back to work before anyone noticed his distraction.

At the end of his shift, Chrissie walked down the hall to Mr. Andrews’ office and softly knocked on the door. He sighed as the handsome Counselor looked up, squinted a little, and motioned for the boy to enter the room. Chrissie, having been programmed over the past month for this, automatically padded over to the carpet on the side on the man’s desk and knelt.

“What can I do for you?” The handsome counselor looked at a clock. “Your shift is over I think?”

“Yes, Sir,” Chrissie started, “but I am concerned about a friend. His name is Jeffy,” the boy noticed Sir’s eyes perk up, “and I met him a few weeks ago, but I saw him today and he was a drone?” The boy looked up. “I don’t understand, Sir. I thought all boys had to go through all the different stages. He seemed pretty reluctant to even be on submissive track.”

Mr. Andrews stared down at the boy for a moment, but then turned to his computer and pressed a few buttons. “I think I see what the problem is here.” Chrissie blinked. “Look over at the monitor.”

Chrissie automatically turned and got lost in the orange and pink spirals and dancing lights in front of him. “The problem is that you never saw any boy named Jeffy. That was a drone role playing for me as a confused boy who I could then forcibly brainwash into my devoted lovedoll.”

Chrissie felt so stupid! That made perfect sense to him. A brief urge for a similar role playing day drifted through him, making his cock rise, but it drifted away as quickly as it came. He continued to stare mindlessly ahead, waiting for further programming.

“Another problem is that you seem to differentiate between drones. A drone is just a drone. There is no difference between them. If I instruct one of them, I might as well instruct all of them. They are frankly interchangeable. You will understand when you are one of them. Does that make sense?”

Chrissie nodded slowly. “Yes, Sir.” It did make sense to Chrissie. He had actually been a bit confused about some of the hierarchies. A great thrill went through him for having a man to explain it all!

“Good boy.” Mr. Andrews petted the boy as the screen with the spiral went blank. Chrissie remained deep in trance though, so he did not hear the wall on the far side of the office spin open to reveal the former Jeffy, now much less hesitant as a mindless drone. The drone snapped to attention as it stepped forward, tiny shorts hiding a rock hard cock.

Mr. Andrews tapped Chrissie on the shoulder, which was the almost universal gesture for a submissive to rise. The blond boy stood up and saw Sir’s drone standing at the other side of the desk. The beautiful drone was so empty eyed and stared right at its Master, totally devoted to service. Chrissie felt his own cock continue to rise as he felt a need to please Sir in any way needed.

The Counselor ran a hand over the boy’s tank topped chest. “You have performed really well for the Counseling Center. I think you deserve a reward.” He looked past Chrissie to the drone. “This boy will be serving me this evening. Please have him report to me at 1800 hours to begin dinner with you.” The drone did not speak.

Sir turned back to Chrissie, taking his tiny hand in his own strong hand. “We will have a date night tonight. You have earned the right to please me this evening.” He leaned down to the short boy and kissed him gently. The entranced boy returned the kiss.

The next thing he remembered was entering Sir’s apartment at exactly 1800. He immediately moved, little butt swaying, to the kitchen with the drone to put the high marks he had received in Introduction to Homemaking to use.

EPILOUGE

A month later, and the semester was coming to a close. Final grades had trickled in and Chrissie found himself on the lap of his Preceptor being spanked for, despite passing marks in all submissive track classes, failing both of his non-submissive track classes. The boy whimpered as the strong man’s hand smacked against his pink underwear clad bottom twenty times.

Finally, Sir shoved the boy onto the couch and sat up next to him. He gently cupped the boy’s chin. “You seem to really be struggling in your non-submissive track classes. Failing grades in both, including one where you only handed in one assignment during the first week. Right before our first meeting.” Chrissie began to cry and fell into Sir’s arms. The boy’s Preceptor held him quietly for a few minutes while the boy sobbed and whimpered out his frustrations with his coursework.

Sir pulled away and gently stroked the boy’s hair; his other hand tracing the tip of Chrissie half-hard cock. He leaned in and kissed the boy’s forehead. “I am not mad though, because this just proves that obviously you are not on the right track for this year.” Chrissie had not noticed Sir’s slave, his friend, come up behind him now. The slave grabbed him by the arms and dragged the boy to his feet. It held him there, waiting for command from its Master.

Chrissie was too confused to try and struggle much. “I think you need to be on slave track, just like this one.” Chrissie stopped fidgeting and melted into the slave’s arms. Sir’s slave took Chrissie to a bookshelf on the side of the room, which spun out to reveal a brainwashing chair like the one in Chrissie and Robby’s apartment. The slave pulled Chrissie to it and sat him down, locking his arms and legs in with cold steel. The boy’s eyes looked up at the brainwashing helmet dropping down in front of him, but did not blink when the enchanting spirals and subliminally hypnotic spirals began to play, grinding his tiny boy mind to a halt as it began the hour long process of reprogramming the boy to be a docile slave.

Sir’s slave, satisfied with the blank expression on Chrissie’s face, turned back to its Master and curtsied low. “Master, how will slave obey?”

The Preceptor pulled the slave up and hugged it tightly, kissing its head gently. “You have done so well this semester, slave. I think you are one of the best I have had assigned to me in recent years. I have given you an ‘A’ for your independent study.”

The slave beamed proudly and kissed its Master. “Master, slave loves you and exists to please. How will slave obey?”

The Preceptor thought about asking to purchase the beautiful dark haired slave, but knew that his attention often drifted. Such as to the blond boy being reprogrammed at the moment,. Others were also interested in it, so he thought he would enjoy it for the spring semester at least. “You have completed your independent study with me, slave. Your holiday break will be spent at the campus resort. The Resort Coordinator is on campus today to pick up his assigned slaves. Please report to his office for instruction.”

“Yes, Master.” The slave left the room as its soon to be former Master mentally noted that by the end of the holiday break ‘slave’ would be ‘drone.’ He smiled as memories of a few decades of confused or lost boys became slaves and then drones.

The Preceptor spent the rest of the hour while Chrissie was being reprogrammed tidying up his office and finishing off a few final notes before his own holiday break. He would spend it visiting his dear brother and the man’s harem of enthralled pets. With 15 minutes remaining, the man went down the hall and say goodbye to a few friends in his department, who were also currently conditioning their new slaves as well. All five of the incoming boys assigned to him had found their place as the semester went on, which made him very happy. Boys were very special and deserved the slavery they received on campus.

Finally, the reprogramming process was complete. The helmet went back into the ceiling and the steel clasps snapped away. A few moments passed before the slave formerly known as Chrissie blinked to life and looked over, smiling, at its Master. It stood up, stepped down the two steps to the chair, and curtsied low. “Master, how will slave obey?” Chrissie had been brainwashed away; now, just another nameless slave stood in his place.

It sighed and tilted its head up as Master, the Preceptor who had guided it since day one on campus, snapped a purple collar with a “slave” name tag danging from it on a small chain around its neck.

“What is your purpose in life, slave?” Master admired the beautiful blond slave as he asked it the important question which would determine if its programming had taken effect.

“Master, slave loves Master; slave lives for Master.” The new slave stared at its Master with puppy dog eyed devotion. It really was in love and would obey Master above all others.

Master kissed the slave. “You will serve any and all Males, slave. You exist for slavery.” Master kissed the slave again. “I had to pulled some strings to get you. A few people are interested in your cute little docile butt.”

“Yes, Master,” the slave sighed, so thankful that Master had brainwashed it. It felt so special for this.

There was a soft knock at the door. The Preceptor called to the door and his three other boys, now slaves, stood at attention before his door. “Ah, wonderful.” He turned back to slave. “The semester is over. You will report back to your Father for instruction over the holiday break. I will be in touch daily with my own set of instructions.”

Before slave could reply, one of the other slaves, this one the slave formerly known as “Robby” walked forward and touched slave’s collar, “empty minds, nameless slaves, just a slave.” It was the fight song of the slave cheerleaders, which all four were trying out for next semester. The chant also triggered slave to a docile, mindless state. The slave moved to stand with the other slaves, a row of four enthralled, brainwashed, slaves.

With slave-robby leading, the four slaves marched down the hall and outside. Other slaves from other buildings also joined them as they all ended up walking in unison towards their destination.

On their way back home, the four nameless slaves waited at attention in a storage compartment on the train. Nameless, empty headed, blank stares were expressed on each slave’s face. They were just slaves, one of millions, who existed to please men. Each wore a matching purple collar, pink shirts with “lives to swallow” in cursive writing, and tight pink shorts.

The only thing differentiating the slaves was their hair color. The blond slave in the middle stared blankly ahead. Its Father would be so proud when it got home. All of its life, it had dreamed of service. Now, it served not by choice, but by its very existence.

It had been properly indoctrinated by the campus. It would always obey.