The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Alex, come over here, bro, you gotta check this out!”

I groaned and lifted my head from over my plate of half-finished eggs. Looking up and blinking blearily, I recognized the fuzzy form of Rob bounding across the cantina toward me.

“Fuuuu… dude, what?” I groaned, grabbing my coffee and taking another gulp. One day into this weekend and already my head was killing me. Showed what a lightweight I’d become since college.

“Dude, we met this guy at the bar and he’s a hypnotist. He’s gonna hypnotize Jason…”

“Shit… come on, dude, I don’t care about that shit,” I waved Rob away. Bad enough I had the worst hangover of our crew, but now he was trying to suck me into this horseshit? It was barely 11:30.

“Bro, seriously. I got Jay to agree to do it, but he wants people around to watch. Guy seems all right, but maybe kinda…” Rob did a little limp-wrist thing, taking a swig from his Bloody Mary with his free hand.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ, man…” I groaned, pushing myself up and abandoning the table. Hopefully they didn’t clear it while we were all away. Rob and Jase had wandered off a few minutes ago to seek out fresh drinks (as though I could even imagine drinking after last evening), while Marco and Cy had wandered off to hit up the head. They’d left me holding down the fort, which I guess we were now giving up since we’d found another opportunity to watch the man of the hour make an ass of himself.

Slapping a hand on my bare shoulder, Rob conducted me across the cantina to where our friends were waiting at the bar. At not even noon, attendance was pretty spotty in the place, but it was starting to increasingly fill as the brunch crowd gave way to lunch. I hoped we didn’t stand out too much.

As we rolled up, I noticed Jason seated on one of the bar stools, while across from him sat an older gentleman, maybe in his 40s, handsome-ish, I guess, with a stout, tan frame and salt-and-pepper beard, well groomed. He had one hand on Jason’s shoulder while Jason was sitting up erect, taking deep breaths with his eyes closed.

“’Sup, Alex! You’re just in time!” grinned Marco, seated next to Jason in a black Batman tank and cargo shorts.

Jason’s eyes popped open and he looked over at me. “Hey, dude. Can you believe this?”

“Guys, please. If you want me to do this, you have to be quiet so he can concentrate,” said the older guy, seeming miffed.

“Sorry, bro, sorry. My bad,” said Marco, typically. Dude just could not keep his fuckin’ mouth shut.

“You guys seriously have the patience for this? It’s not even noon…” I groaned, finally thinking to add, “No offense,” to the older guy.

“He’s just being a little bitch ’cause he’s hungover,” grinned Rob, patting me on the shoulder. It felt like someone kicking me in the temple.

“Hypnosis is great for headaches and stress relief,” smiled the stranger invitingly.

“Nah, man. I just need some more Motrin,” I replied.

“All right. Now for the last time: Jason, I want you to close your eyes. Take deep breaths in, and focus on blocking out everything around you. As a matter of fact, no—I don’t even want you to do that. I simply want you to focus on your breathing. In and out… in and out… softly and gently, in a steady rhythm. Everything melts away that’s not the rhythm or my voice… In and out… in and out… Breathing slowly… gently… in and out… in and out… over and over… In and out… in and out… That’s good. In and out… in and out…”

I blinked, shaking my head and trying to clear the cobwebs. Fuck. This guy was halfway to zonking me. Not that I really believed in hypnotism. To be honest, I’d never really given it much thought, but this whole thing did kind of remind me of the meditation we’d do when I was in yoga. The way this guy was speaking, it had this kinda weird rhythm that was easy to get lost in. I ed in those classes, during the cool down the instructor might start speaking, and you’d think you were just lying there listening, and I guess you were, but suddenly they were telling you to open your eyes and you realized it had been like fifteen minutes, even though it only felt like two. It had never really bothered me, I just figured I’d really been relaxing, and it just seemed like something kind of natural when-

“Dude, woah… Alex!”

I stumbled, Cy catching me and holding me against him as I blinked, trying to get my bearings. What happened? Was I so hung over I’d ed out?

“Dude. It looks like you started getting him too,” said Cyrus.

“Get him a chair, bro, get him a chair,” Marco waved, and Rob pulled another barstool behind me with a loud screeek. Cyrus helped me down and I collapsed, still feeling woozy. It was only now that I finally noticed Jason in front of me, head slumped forward and left arm dangling between his legs, looking like he had ed out.

“Bro, nooo way, this stuff really works,” Marco grinned, giddy as a schoolboy.

“He seems really sleep-deprived, it might have weakened his defenses,” the man said, leaning down and looking me in the eye. “What’s his name?”

“Alex,” Rob grinned.

“Alex, you all right…?” the guy asked, still staring at me like a doctor doing a check-up.

“Yeah…” I drawled, feeling really groggy. I just wanted to lie down. The whole of last night had really taken it out of me.

“He’s out of it…” murmured Cyrus in awe, and I just barely mustered up the energy to shoot him a look. I was hung over. That’s all it was.

“Have you ever been hypnotized, Alex?” asked the guy in front of me.

I shook my head no even while struggling to keep it up. “It’s BS…” I muttered.

“Just take a niiice deep breath in for me Alex. There you go…”

Without even thinking I drew a breath in, feeling my lungs expand with fresh oxygen. The guy had reached out and grabbed the fingers on my left hand, which made me feel a bit weird. But before I could say anything, he yanked them forward and I felt myself topple off the stool to the ground, even before I heard him say “SLEEP!”

“Alex, yo, you okay, bro, you keep ing out.”

Blinking groggily, I pushed myself up off the ground. Where the fuck was I? Had I ed out last night in the cabin? The last thing I ed was…

I looked down, then up at the forest of silver barstool legs surrounding me. Oh, fuck, gross. I was lying on the dirty cantina floor. What the fuck happened?

Crawling first up to my knees and then staggering to my feet, I tried to get my bearings. Was the hangover that bad? Maybe they should get me to a hospital…

“How’s your head, man? How’s it feel?” said some older guy in front of me.

I blinked again, suddenly assessing the situation. Weirdly, I realized that for the first time all morning, my head actually wasn’t throbbing.

“Good…” I muttered, staring at the ground. I still had cobwebs a bit, but the pain had pretty much vanished.

“No more pain or discomfort?” the guy followed.

“No…” I muttered in disbelief, and I noticed the guys around me break out into grins of astonishment.

“Amazing. Just take a seat right back on that stool. I want you to imagine you’re strapped in this time, all right? You can’t fall down. Back’s going to remain nice and stiff as you relax, just let your head fall…”

Relax? What was this guy talk-

I heard him snap his fingers, and immediately my eyes slid shut, my shoulders sagging and my chin dropping to my chest…

Snap!

I felt my eyes pop open like they were spring-loaded. I looked up, blinking. In front of me were Marco, Cyrus and Ron, watching expectantly. In front of them was some other guy I didn’t know, but felt like I recognized him from somewhere.

“Hey, I know we’re just getting acquainted, can I get your name?” said the guy, extending a hand.

“Tiffany…” I muttered, taking it and shaking. The guys behind him started chortling. I looked around in bewilderment.

“And this is your bachelor party, right?” he said, turning to the guy next to me. “I’m Dave…”

“Stephanie,” said a guy’s voice. I turned. There was Jason sitting right beside me, in his t-shirt and flipflops. What the fuck was he talking about?

“Great, so we’ve got Stephanie and Tiffany…” the guy started, as our dumbass friends behind him all started snorting.

“Dude, what the fuck, Jase…” I muttered, turning to my friend.

“What?” he asked, staring at me in bewilderment.

“Dude, you said your name was Stephanie.”

“It is, bro.”

“No, you’re Jason, dude,” I said, astonished. What the hell was going on with him?

“And you were…” asked the guy in front of us, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

“Tiffany,” I stated more firmly. The guys behind him cracked up. Marco was even recording this for some reason.

“Bro, what?” I asked them, getting pissed.

“Don’t worry about them. They just don’t want you to be blue,” said the guy in front of me, putting some weird emphasis on that last word.

Suddenly, my nose was overpowered by the worst stink I’d ever smelled, coming at me from Jase.

“Dude, you reek,” I said, turning to my right and holding my nose.

“Dude, fuck, it’s you, you got your armpits out,” he groaned, covering half his face with his arm.

“Bro, I’m not even kidding, you smell like ass. Go take a shower,” I said, fanning the air in front of my nose. I didn’t even want to take my hand away to sniff my pit under the shoulder of my tank—I knew this stench was coming from Jase.

“Now, now, guys, I don’t need either of you seeing red,” said the guy in front of us, and suddenly, it was like that smell didn’t even dissipate, but instantly changed into the most amazing honey-and-lilac odor I’d ever smelled.

Dropping my hand cautiously, I began to sniff the air, first gently, like a dog on the hunt, then deeper, drawing huge breaths through my nose. Quickly they led me over to Jase, who seemed to be headed in my direction simultaneously.

“Dude, where’d the smell go…” he muttered, leaning in toward me.

“I don’t know, bro… fuck…” I muttered, sticking my nose into the nape of his neck. He lifted my left arm up in the air and started huffing my pit. The guys beside us were having a riot, but we barely even noticed.

“Okay, that smell is all gone, that smell is all gone…” said the guy in front of us, and immediately I felt that heavenly odor start to dissipate.

“Take a niiice, deep breath for me, sitting back… and SLEEP,” he said, and I immediately slumped forward…

…sexy fucking rabbit, shoving my little rabbit dick straight up her hot bunny pussy, hump hump hump and make a million rabbit babies-

“Wide awake.” Snap.

I blinked. What was this hairy tan thing in front of me…?

I looked up in bewilderment, at the muscular form of Marco towering over me. Immediately he and the other few guys with him burst into laughter.

“Sleeeep…” I heard someone say firmly, chuckling, and instantly felt myself keeling backward onto the ground…

“…and three, wide awake.” Snap.

I blinked, pushing myself up from the ground again. What the hell was happening to me? Why did I keep ending up on the floor?

“Ho there, big guy, let me help you up…” said this guy in front of me, a middle-aged dude I thought I recognized from somewhere but couldn’t place.

“You seem to be having a wee bit of balancing trouble,” he smiled, hoisting me to my feet.

Suddenly, I had to piss like a racehorse—worse than I’d ever had to in my life!

“Fuck… I’m sorry!” I gasped, rushing off and dashing through the cantina to the restrooms. I didn’t know what was happening, but all the beers and shots must have still been catching up with me. My bladder was absolutely screaming.

Shoving my way through the door, I raced to the urinal and yanked down my fly, fishing around in my pants. Hand darting around past this annoying flopping thing, I continued to search in vain while finding nothing. “Fuck…” I muttered. “Fuck, FUCK!”

The door clattered open and Ron bounded in behind me. “What’s the matter, bro?”

“Dude, my—” I started, then clamped my lips. As he walked over, I turned, pulling my hand out of the front of my unzipped shorts, and leaned in, whispering hotly in his ear: “my dick is gone.”

“Dude, seriously, if you’re just playing around, you don’t have to in here, you can drop the act—”

“Bro, my fucking penis is gone,” I said, bulging eyes attempting to convey the severity of the situation. I didn’t know what the fuck I was going to do, but this was bad. How was I gonna piss without a cock?? Or fuck!

“Dude. Okay, okay, seriously, it’s all a joke, it’s right in your pants—”

“No, listen: my COCK is fucking GONE,” I said, zipping my shorts and dropping to a squat. I craned my neck to peer around the room and under the stalls. Hopefully it had just fallen out and hadn’t rolled far away.

Ron was laughing incredulously and watching me with a broad grin.

“Dude, it’s NOT FUNNY!” I yelled, continuing to crawl around the room.

“Okay, bro, okay… Hey, why don’t we go back outside, I think the guy we were talking to knows where your dick is…” he said, shaking his head like I was an idiot.

“He knows where it is??” I asked desperately, not even having the patience right now to deal with his condescension.

“Yeah, man. He said to tell you he knows where it is…”

Standing up and running my shaking hand through my hair, I allowed Ron to lead me back into the cantina, where I basically dashed the second half of the way to the guy sitting with my friends—the guy I assumed he was talking about.

“Dude, do you know where my…” I leaned in close. “…my… penis is?” Apparently, I was still loud enough that the other couple guys burst out laughing.

“No way, man…” grinned Marco.

“Come on, I think we gotta stop. He’s really messed up…” said Cy, still smiling but shaking his head.

“All right, all right, don’t worry. Just grab your seat, Alex…” said the guy warmly, gesturing toward my vacant barstool.

“It’s Tiffany,” I corrected, eliciting a fresh round of guffaws from my audience.

“That’s right, I’m sorry. We’ll get your dick back, Tiffany. Just sit back down, take a nice deep breath, hold it for me, that’s right, and sleep,” he snapped, and I collapsed forward again, out like a light.

“…eyes feeling like they’ve been bathed in cool spring water… all pains, all senses of discomfort totally gone… letting that breath out, and just feeling a sense of total peace and relaxation flow through you… As I awaken you for the last time… And three. Wide awake.”

I heard a sharp snap, and blinked my eyes, looking around. I was sitting on a barstool in the middle of the cantina, with Marco, Cyrus, and Ron, all of us crowded around Jason. Our groom-to-be raised his head, looking around expectantly.

“Is that it?” he asked.

“Yeah, man, you were great. Thanks for being a good sport,” said the stranger, grabbing his hand and shaking it as Jason sat there bewildered.

“Wait… What happened? I was just sitting here…”

The other guys around me burst into laughter. I laughed too, even though I couldn’t quite what Jason had done either.

“Oh, I think your friends can fill you in later…” the guy grinned. “And Tiffany, hope your headache’s feeling much better.”

I stared at him in bewilderment, since he seemed to be looking in my direction. “What…?” I muttered.

“Seriously, man, you really showed us how it’s done. I mean it, you were a model subject.”

I lifted my shirt over my head, balled it up and tossed it into the cantina. As my audience watched, I stuck a few bicep poses, then puffed out my chest, turned around to show off my lats, and turned back and did one more squeeze on the pecs.

Suddenly, it was like I was snapping out of a daze, and I realized I was standing shirtless in the middle of our brunch spot.

“Dude!” I said, clapping my hands over my chest. All my friends laughed, and a couple middle-aged ladies at a nearby table whistled. I blushed crimson, looking for my shirt.

“All right, Dave, this was wild, but I think you gotta take things outta here, we’re almost ready for the lunch rush,” said the bartender, and the strange dude nodded at him cordially.

“Guys, you’ve been awesome sports. Wish I could invite you to my show, but we just entered the off-season, and I’ll be out of here myself in a week or so. But Jason, congrats on the wedding, and guys, don’t go too wild with those triggers,” he smiled, winking at my friends and walking off. I was left standing there bewildered, the warm glow in my cheeks slowly subsiding as a random little girl from the restaurant rushed forward with my shirt.