The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

It was 0200 and I was as bored as fuck. Being the newbie on the vessel, I’d pulled a double watch over the brig until they figured out what to do with me. Besides myself, there was only one other person here. Some fag named Vaughn. I had no idea what he’d done to get in here, but it was probably just as well…if he was in here, then he wasn’t out there spreading AIDS or some shit like that. “Don’t ask, don’t tell” my ass! He might not say it outright, but everyone knew Vaughn was gay; he didn’t go to great lengths to hide it.

Most guys in the brig were made to do extra work around the ship, but not Vaughn. If it weren’t for the fact that I had it right on my belt, I’d think they’d locked him up and thrown away the key. That was the other thing, for a brig, this guy sure had a lot of stuff…a TV, DVD’s, books, along with personal effects like moisturizer, deodorant, and lube (I tried hard not to think about what he did with that, even though I used lube myself most times). It put a whole new twist on the nickname “Crossbar Hotel”.

I’d been watching over him for about a week, so I knew his routine by now. He didn’t have to keep the same hours as most of the crew, so he usually didn’t go to bed until at least 0500 or so. Usually this meant he’d read or watch TV, but sometimes he’d try to engage me in conversation. I was under strict orders by the XO not to talk to him, but that didn’t stop him from trying. He’d just blather on about the most inane things. Mostly I just tuned him out, but occasionally he’d lure me into a few responses.

The first few nights, I hardly said anything at all—as I’d been ordered to—I just listened to whatever he was saying. I think it was the fourth night when he got me talking about my girlfriend back home. Nothing much, but it was easily the most I’d said to him the whole time. Thinking about her got my dick hard, but nobody was around except for him, and he couldn’t see it.

Two nights ago, he’d drawn me into a conversation about my girlfriend again. I remember telling him all about how I’d fucked her one time, and how hard my dick had been. I’d even told him all about how big it was. Of course I’d gotten hard that time as well just thinking about it, and that time I’d known Seaman Vaughn could see me cuz I’d been standing right up against the bars of his cell. Let the little fucker look if he wanted to. Fuckin’ faggot couldn’t do anything anyway.

It was amazing how quickly time flew when we chatted back and forth, even though I knew I shouldn’t. Last night had just flown right by…the only part that stood out in my mind was when I’d made the little fudge packer give me a hand job.

So naturally it came as no surprise that he’d start up a conversation again tonight. He always waited a couple of hours into my shift, when I was starting to get bored, and as usual, he spoke just at the edge of my hearing so I had to strain to hear every word. I didn’t respond to him…I didn’t even really pay much attention to what he was saying. It was better if I didn’t.

Eventually, though, he started talking about my girlfriend, which always got my attention. After he’d asked me a few things about her, and he knew he had my attention once again, he started talking about masturbation. I certainly wasn’t gonna talk to no faggot about masturbating, but of course I couldn’t stop him from talking about it. I sorta wanted him to shut up…but he just kept talking about it.

On and on he went, over and over, talking about how much fun it was to masturbate, how he enjoyed it so much. I couldn’t stop listening, and of course, I couldn’t stop thinking about masturbating myself. After a while, just at the edge of my hearing, I could hear a rhythmic slapping noise coming from his cell, and I knew exactly what he was doing. I stayed around the corner where I didn’t have to look.

He kept up his monologue for a few minutes longer. By now I was rock hard just from thinking about it all the time. So when he asked me to tell him about how I masturbated, I found I was more than eager to share. I told him all about how I’d tried fucking my pillow when I was younger, but I didn’t like it that much. Then how I’d tried it with either hand, with and without lube…absolutely everything I could remember about it. Somewhere during my responses, I’d pulled out my own dick and started stroking it. Lube woulda been nice, but that wasn’t exactly a common thing on-board ship.

Seaman Vaughn went back to his rambling monologue again, telling me how relaxing it was to just listen to him and beat my meat. I found myself sorta dozing off, staring at the head of my cock as I rubbed it slowly and lightly. I didn’t have any foreskin, and my skin was fairly tight along my shaft when I was hard, so lube was almost a necessity. Not having any, I just ran my fingers lightly up and down my shaft as Seaman Vaughn was telling me to do.

Bored with doing it myself, I found myself walking over to his cell to make him do it for me. Fuckin’ faggot likes cocks? Let’s see how he feels about this! As I approached, I saw him stroking his as well. He had a lot of foreskin, so he was really into the full hand-strokes, obviously enjoying himself thoroughly. I started to speak, to order him to come jerk me off, but he just looked at me and kept right on talking. I shouldn’t interrupt.

Taking his hand off his cock, he held it up to my line of sight and then brought it back down to his cock again. Naturally, my eyes followed the movement and came to rest on his cock. I wanted to look away from it, but each time I did, he exaggerated his hand movements ever so slightly, drawing my eyes right back. In the end, I just stood there against his cell door, rubbing my hand over my own cock, unable to stop watching him playing with his.

It was awkward at first, rubbing my cock while someone watched, but it wasn’t long before I lost myself in the sound of his voice, muttering on and on about how good it felt to stroke my cock…good to stroke a cock…just keep staring at his cock, nothing to worry about, everything felt so good…just listen to his voice and obey…stroking cock was good. While he’d been speaking, he’d come up to the cell door, and at some point, my hand left my own cock and started stroking his instead. It was all good.

Just stroke it, keep stroking it…all the way up and all the way down…feels good to stroke cock…good to stroke his cock…stroke…stroke…stroke. Good boy…keep stroking.

Dazedly listening to his voice, I continued stroking his cock for several minutes before noticing how tired my legs were getting. It seemed I could hardly stand any more. His incessant rambling continued in my ear. Feet tired…kneel down…kneel…feet.

My knees nearly buckled under me as I went down to kneel at his feet. I balked a little when confronted with his dick suddenly in my face, but his voice just continued, taking my worries away. Easy to kneel and stroke…keep stroking...good boy…stroke…rhythm feels good.

I continued stroking him slowly for a long time after that, so relaxed kneeling there at his feet. At some point he took over from me, running his hand over my eyes to close them. I stayed there, listening to the rhythmic sound of his dick, enjoying how it made me feel so good and brought me into a blissful, drifting state. Nothing to worry about…just keep drifting…deeper and deeper as I listen to the sound of his cock. Listen to his voice, listen to his cock…every word, every sound, every touch taking me deeper.

Kneeling there with his hand over my eyes, I could feel how his touch and sounds were taking me deeper, just as he’d said. Soon I could feel him lightly touching my mouth with something…his other hand?...and that just took me deeper too.

I couldn’t remember opening my mouth, but as I drifted deeper, I felt a warm splash hitting my tongue and the back of my throat. Swallowing instinctively, I drifted away to the sound of Seaman Vaughn’s groans.

It was around 0600 when I awoke from a doze in my chair. I could tell from the sound of his breathing that Vaughn had fallen asleep. Thank God! At least he wouldn’t be talking about…about…what was it he’d been talking about? Well, whatever it had been, thank God he was asleep now. My cock and balls were tucked over the rim of my skivvies. I had a vague memory of jerking off just before I’d dozed off. My skivvy shirt confirmed it; the last of a huge load of cum was drying into it. Ignoring the strange taste in my mouth and the stickiness of lube on my cock, I zipped up and pulled my combat jacket over the cum stain that was forming and finished off the last two hours of my shift without incident.

The next night, Vaughn winked at me just as I came in for shift change. “Fuck off, faggot!” I swore at him in a stage whisper meant for him to hear. He just grinned and then leered at me. Somehow, I knew this was going to be a long night.

Oddly for him, Vaughn didn’t waste any time trying to strike up a conversation after the previous guard left. I found myself getting hard almost right away as he spoke. I started massaging it, rubbing it really hard. Soon I was desperate for more, and whipped my pants down just about as fast as I could manage. I didn’t care if I got caught, though that was at best unlikely at this hour, I just had to jerk off.

Even that didn’t seem like enough, though. Then as I kept playing with it, getting rougher all the time, I realized what I needed. Pulling my pants up enough to walk, I hobbled as fast as I could over to Seaman Vaughn’s cell. Sticking my dick through the bars, I just glared into his eyes, willing him to fix the problem.

As I stared into his eyes, listening to his voice, out of my peripheral vision I could see him pull his cock out of his pants. Listening, obeying, my eyes dropped automatically to his cock and I found that that took some of the edge off of my raving need. Not much, but a little. I stopped playing with myself, and just watched him as he stroked himself between his thumb and two fingers into full hardness. I knew I needed more. I needed sex. My own cock was throbbing with my need. There was no denying it. Listen, obey.

Before I knew it, I had the cell key in my hand. I could barely take my eyes off his cock long enough to get the damned door open. Once I was through, I found myself across his cell in a flash, staring down at his cock as he splayed his legs open to offer me a good view. There was something vaguely disgusting about watching him as he jerked off, but my need overrode any negative feelings. Listen, obey, hard cock is good. I loved my cock being hard. I needed relief for my cock. Looking down, I saw that he’d stopped stroking his cock and was lounging back against the bulkhead giving me an unobstructed view.

I had to do something about it. Stroke it. Listen, obey, stroke it. I knew it wasn’t my own cock that I wanted stroked, it was his. Before I knew it, I was on my knees in front of him watching my hand as it reached for his cock and started stroking. I could see beads of precum dripping down the head, getting spread under his foreskin as I massaged it up and down over the head. Again I felt a vague sense of revulsion, but it was quickly drowned out as I continued to listen to Seaman Vaughn’s voice. Listen, obey, stroking cock felt good, relieved some of the pressure that was building inside me…need to do more.

I continued to stroke his cock, noticing for the first time just how big it was. I’d never actually measured mine like some guys had, but Seaman Vaughn was easily longer and thicker than I was. It fascinated me just how big it was, actually. Leaning a little closer, I started rubbing my finger along the whole length of it, up the underside, down the left side, up the right. Listen, obey. As I rubbed my fingers over and over along the length, I got closer and closer to it. I’d never been this close to someone else’s cock before, but found myself totally absorbed in it.

I was close enough now to be able to smell the musk of his precum wafting out from underneath the foreskin. Again the uneasy feeling hit me, and again Seaman Vaughn’s voice washed over it, easing gently into my mind, telling me how much I enjoyed listening to his voice and obeying his every whim. Listen, obey.

Pulling down his foreskin, Seaman Vaughn pushed his head right up against my lips, telling me to breathe deeply and enjoy the scent. I was surprised when I did so and found his musky smell somehow very appealing all of a sudden. Closing my eyes, I breathed it in deeply several times, each time increasing my desire to obey. After a few breaths, I opened my eyes and looked up into his, allowing him to gently pry my mouth open and thrust deeply into the back of my throat.

Staring up at him put my throat at an awkward angle for this, but I did my best to let him in as much as he could. After a while, though, I backed up a bit allowing him to stand up and really fuck my throat. Every few minutes, he’d take a break, letting me catch my breath, reminding me how relieving it was to listen to his voice and obey. By the end of each break, I found my cock throbbing in response and my mouth eager to get his cock back inside it.

Then he had me lie on his bunk with my head hanging down over the edge somewhat. With one foot on the floor and one on the bed, I soon found his cock deeper into my throat than he’d been able to manage so far. I could hear him coaxing me to relax my throat, to take it deeper. I don’t know how long he fucked my throat for, but soon I had his shaft buried to the hilt down my throat, thrusting in and out for all he was worth. My throat hurt like hell from all the abuse, but every time I began to think it was too much, Seaman Vaughn’s voice would echo through my head. Cock is good, listen and obey, relax, pain is good, enjoy pain, sexy pain makes my dick throb, listen, obey, swallow his cock.

I was too lost in his cock to even notice when he started lubing my ass, but I definitely noticed when his fingers went in. Even then, I couldn’t stop trying to swallow his cock…it just felt so good.

Seaman Vaughn’s expert fingers caressed my ass as he continued his thrusting into my throat, his voice caressing my mind as that too loosened my hole.

After what seemed like the briefest of eternities, Seaman Vaughn pulled out of my mouth. On his order, I moved to lie lengthwise in the bed as he lay down beside me, his fingers still working in and out of my ass, though I was all but oblivious to them by now. As he lay there, his voice whispered sweet nothings into my ear, reassuring me, relaxing me, preparing me for what was to come.

I knew that I was his best subject yet, whatever that meant, and he knew that I could take anything he felt like dishing out. He knew I could do it, and that made me feel proud. I found myself looking forward to the challenge as he positioned himself at the end of the bed and positioned my feet on his shoulders. Staring me in the eye the whole time, whispering encouragement, I felt my insides explode with fire as his immense cock abruptly thrust past my sphincter and began to bore its way painfully into the depths of my ass.

Once he was deeply in, he stopped, relaxing me with his voice. Listen, obey. Very obedient…best ever…proud…can take anything. Fuck me, oh please fuck me hard, Sir! I thought, too obedient to actually vocalize my desire.

Just then, I heard another voice. “Petty Officer Johnson, what in the Hell do you think you’re doing?!?” It seemed to me I should be concerned, but I was far too lost in Seaman Vaughn’s eyes.

Without ever taking them off me, I heard Seaman Vaughn respond. “Ah, XO, you’re just in time.” The sarcasm, especially on the word XO, penetrated even my muddled thoughts. Obviously this prisoner had no respect for authority whatsoever. No wonder he was in here.

Wait, what the fuck?!? Vaughn’s got his fuckin’ cock in my ass! Ohmigod, does he even have a condom on? Even as I asked myself that, though, some small part of me thrilled at what he was doing…some residual command told me I wanted to be obedient to him and let him fuck my ass, condom or no. Before the thought went any further, though, Vaughn was comforting me once again. Listen, obey. I still felt disquieted somehow, but I couldn’t quite place my finger on it, so I relaxed and let myself pay attention to their conversation, even as Seaman Vaughn started slowly thrusting in and out of my ass once again.

“What the fuck is going on here, Seaman Vaughn?!? What do you mean I’m ‘just in time’?”

“Shhh, XO, it’s okay. You’re simply confused.” I could feel the authority in Seaman Vaughn’s voice myself. The XO was confused and Seaman Vaughn knew it.

“What? I…what am I? No, what are you…”

“Shhh. It’s okay Bobby, you’re confused. Just sit down and relax,” Seaman Vaughn ordered. Nobody called the XO Bobby…he hated that. His name was Robert Banter, a.k.a. Lieutenant Commander Bastard; not even the Commanding Officer called him Bobby.

I watched as the second highest-ranking officer on the ship obediently sat at the behest of nearly the lowest ranking Seaman.

“That’s it. Just listen to my voice, Bobby. You remember how it makes you feel. You’re getting hard already, aren’t you, Bobby? That’s a good boy.”

The XO seemed dazed as he sat in the chair beside the bed and continued to listen to Seaman Vaughn’s voice. Satisfied that the XO was in hand for the moment, Seaman Vaughn turned his attention back to me. I found myself lost in his eyes once again. Listen and obey. Want it, want it bad, want it deep, want it hard. Hard cock. Love hard cock.

After that I was mostly focussed on how good his hard cock felt inside of me as he thrust it in and out ever so slightly. Nevertheless, some of his conversation seeped in as his attention returned to the XO.

“Yeah, that’s it Bobby, nice and hard. You love how my voice makes you hard. You always have, haven’t you?”

The next thing I was aware of after that was the XO standing beside Seaman Vaughn getting his cock stroked as Seaman Vaughn reminisced. “God, I still remember the first time I helped my Divisional Officer ‘get to sleep’ back in cadet camp, at the ripe old age of 16. I didn’t really know what I was doing back then, but still, it got me this…the first cock I’d ever held in my hands besides my own. You weren’t even aware of it.” He laughed. “I guess you still aren’t, are you? That’s okay, you’ve been a good boy, Bobby. You did everything correctly.” I saw the XO’s face brighten sleepily at the praise.

Then Seaman Vaughn’s attention returned to me for a bit. Flipping over on my stomach, I relaxed under his weight as he whispered in my ear. It was so easy to relax and obey. It felt so good having his cock inside of me. Take it, take it boy. Want to take in up the ass so bad. Please Sir, make me take it hard.

Soon I was groaning in pleasure/pain as he thrust it hard and fast deeply into me and back out, often taking his head out entirely and thrusting it back into my eager aching hole once again. When he wasn’t whispering in my ear, I could hear him talking to the XO, but I no longer cared what they were saying.

The XO’s cock soon filled my mouth as Seaman Vaughn continued to pound in and out of my ass. I sucked the XO off eagerly, reaching my hands around to his ass to loosen him up as Seaman Vaughn ordered me to.

Satisfied with our looseness and our complete obedience, we were then lined up with our hands on the bulkhead and our asses sticking out, both of us eagerly awaiting Seaman Vaughn’s cock. He took turns on the two of us for what I’m sure must have been at least an hour, if not longer. It no longer mattered to me.

Once he’d had his fill, he lay back on the bed. Listen, obey, love cock. I was hit with one last wave of revulsion as I watched the XO kneel beside Seaman Vaughn’s bed and start to lick his cock clean, but it wasn’t long before I found myself beside him, eagerly tangling my tongue with the XO’s, ensuring every last bit of lube and anything else was removed from Seaman Vaughn’s divine penis.

When my replacement arrived at 0800, he told me the XO wanted to see me in his office. It wasn’t far from the brig, and only moments later, I was respectfully seated across from the XO. As I took my seat, I realized just how sore my ass was. I’d heard that sitting for a long time could cause problems like this, but this was the first time I’d ever had it happen to me. I’d have to stop by the sickbay for something after I left.

Interrupting my thoughts, the XO told me I’d been doing a really good job of guarding the brig, and said that if I was interested, he’d be happy to let me remain there for the foreseeable future. I felt a thrill of joy at the thought, and eagerly accepted his offer. In retrospect, I don’t know why I was so excited by it, but I’ve been guarding the brig and that fuckin’ fag who seems to be its sole occupant for months now, and I can’t ever imagine doing anything else.