The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Sebastian sat and watched the sun close to the horizon from the window of the bus. He’d been travelling for two days now, and this was the final bus on the route. The bus was pulling out of the central station of a remote town deep in eastern europe, there were two more stops on the line, terminating at a Truck stop so remote, he had barely been able to find it on a map. Sebastian had short, tousled dirty blonde hair and a boyish, handsome face. He was tall and lithe, his build that of a runner. In short, he was the mirror image of his identical twin brother Nicholas.

Sebastian and Nicholas had turned 20 the previous week. But the celebrations were muted in their home town in southern , because Nicholas was not there. No one had seen or heard from the other twin for the past six months, since he disappeared on his way home from a backpacking tour of eastern europe. For the first three months there had been a continent-wide publicity campaign in search of him, but as each day had ed with no information coming to light, eventually international attention had moved on. There had been no information, no leads, no sightings at all since he had disappeared.

Until Sebastian had received an anonymous email, two and a half days ago. A blurred still from a video showing an indistinct figure wearing white shorts and a pink singlet top, kneeling on the ground next to a large truck tyre. There were legs of other men visible in the picture, but no faces. The only text accompanying the picture was the name of a city in the far eastern region he was now travelling towards. He pulled the picture up on his phone as the bus pulled out of the station. Rationally he couldn’t tell if it was even Nicholas in the picture—there was no way his brother would have been caught dead wearing that kind of clothes. But in the pit of his stomach Seb couldn’t get rid of the feeling it was his brother. Besides, it was the only lead in six months, he couldn’t not check it out.

Sebastian flicked away the picture and opened his messaging app to text his girlfriend Silke that he was nearly there, but there was no signal. No phone, no data. He was in the middle of nowhere. Seb leaned his head back against the window and looked at the sun setting as the bus entered a dense forest, the road lined on both sides by dark tree trunks.

The Truck stop was surprisingly busy for what was effectively a large man made clearing in the forest. A small cafeteria building, some restrooms and a large parking lot filled with freight trucks of various colours with languages from all over the continent emblazoned on the side. Seb stepped out of the bus and checked the time. He had an hour before the last bus back to the town would leave. He pulled out his picture of himself and Nicholas to show people. Being an Identical twin, he’d found if he simply showed people pictures of Nicholas, it would take even longer to explain that he wasn’t showing them a picture of himself.

The Cafeteria smelled of grease, boiled cabbage and sweat. The tables were populated almost uniformly by large, hulking giants of men. There seemed to be something about the trucking industry that attracted a particular body shape. Everywhere he looked Seb saw large bellies with old T-shirts stretched tightly over them, thick necks, tattoos, beards sitting alone, or in twos and threes. Seb swallowed and went to the first table.

“Have you seen my brother” in German. The old man looked at the picture, then back and Seb and shook his head blankly. Seb wondered if he had even understood the question. On to the next table. And the next. And the next. It felt like the whole last six months in microcosm. After fifteen minutes of blank stares and shaking heads, Seb approached another table with a grim determination, but rapidly diminishing hope. At the table sat a large man who looked like some kind of stereotypical viking. He had a huge beard and long blonde hair, the Tshirt that was stretched over his belly this time was for some Scandinavian heavy metal band.

Seb held out his picture, “Have you seen my brother?”

The Man looked at the picture, then looked at Seb, scanning him up and down, a strange, amused and almost hungry look in the big man’s eyes. Eventually his eyes drifted back to seb’s face. “Your Brother, eh?” He said in perfect, Scandinavian accented German.

A glow of hope lit behind Seb’s eyes as he nodded, “Yes, he’s missing? Have you seen him?”

The Viking looked him over again, licking his lips slowly behind a bushy moustache. After what seemed like an age, the Blond man raised his hand and pointed to one of the adjacent tables, where two Truckers were sitting talking. “You should ask him.”

Seb almost shouted out. It wasn’t much. It was virtually nothing, but after months of literally nothing this crumb seemed like a breakthrough. “Thank you! Thank you so much!” he said, not waiting for a response before he dashed off to the other table. The viking watched him go, his eye’s focussed on Seb’s ass. “You’re welcome,” he muttered.

At the table were two men, one was a big, fat older guy with a large beard streaked with grey, a cheerful, avuncular look in his eyes and a happy reassuring grin. The other was a large black man, who looked younger than his companion, and more muscular than fat, but still had a large black beard with a few traces of grey. The two men deep in what seemed to be a jovial conversation, occasionally busting out into deep rolling laughter that came from deep in their bellies.

One of the men looked Seb approached, holding his picture out in front of him. “Excuse me, excuse me! Have you seen my Brother, he’s missing!” The pair finished laughing from whatever joke they shared and looked up at Seb. an expression of surprise ed over the older man’s face and he spoke to his companion in some language or dialect that Seb couldn’t place. The black man replied, and there followed a brief back and forth between the two, while Seb waited expectantly. The two men eventually seemed to come to some kind of agreement. The Older man chuckled, smiling at Seb. The Black man spoke in broken german, in an accent Seb had never heard before.

“He say Yes. He see Brother Today.”

“What? Today?” Seb couldn’t believe it “Where? Here?”

Again there was an amiable discussion between the two men in the indecipherable language, before the black man spoke again.

“He Say, He saw brother This Morning—At another truck place. Far away.”

Seb’s face dropped and he opened his mouth, but before he could speak the older man laughed a cheerful rumbling laugh and spoke to his friend.

“He say he can take you, In his truck. He go back tonight. Maybe Your brother still there.”

Seb sat down at the table opposite the two men in shock. His head was reeling. Could he really be close to finding Nicholas? Did he trust these guys? Was he really going to go with a random guy in a truck stop in the middle of nowhere? A guy who clearly couldn’t even speak german? Seb looked at the older man. He seemed cheerful and friendly, smiling behind his big beard. On the other hand, could he really up this chance? What if he got to wherever this guy had seen Nicholas in a few days and he was gone?

Seb made up his mind. He knew it was a risk. But he would never forgive himself if he didn’t take it.

“Yes! Yes, please, can you take me? Can we go now?” He looked pleadingly back and forth between the two men. The black man looked at his friend and spoke, translating Seb’s words. The older man chuckled affably and stood up. He spoke a word that Seb didn’t know, but clearly meant, “OK”.

Seb pulled out his phone while waiting for the older guy by the side of the truck he’d been shown to, occasionally glancing back towards the toilet block that he had disappeared into. He had an idea to call, or maybe even just text Silke, or his parents, to let them know where he was, where he was going, and what he had found out. Something they all had wished Nicholas had done six months before. The reception bars on the phone remained stubbornly absent, not even showing the usual ‘emergency calls only’ icon. Seb looked up at the tall, dark trees surrounding the truck stop. Probably they were blocking the signal. He stashed his phone back in his small rucksack, just as the old man emerged from the toilet block. Clearly the man had been in a hurry, because even as he stepped out into the night air, Seb distinctly caught a glimpse of him tucking an impressively large cock into his grubby jeans. Seb whisked his eyes upwards to the man’s face, hoping he hadn’t seen Seb noticing. The Man’s eyes were smiling and friendly.

The first thing Seb noticed climbing into the truck cab was the smell. A strong musky manly odour, not exactly unpleasant but definitely intense. The big man clearly spent most of his life in this cab and the smell of countless unwashed kilometers of driving was everywhere. Seb tried to ignore it as they pulled out onto the dark forest road and began driving east, away from the last piece of civilization Seb had seen. The avuncular old guy began talking in a friendly way to Seb, in what must have been a local dialect of the local language. Whatever it was Seb couldn’t understand a word, and no amount of protesting that he didn’t understand seemed to make any difference to the man’s desire to talk. Seb guessed if you spend all your time alone in a truck cab, you are glad of someone to talk to even if they don’t understand. Seb asked once or twice if he could open the window—there didn’t seem to be controls on his side, but the man smiled in a friendly way and continued chatting, clearly not understanding.

For the first hour, Seb checked his phone every fifteen minutes for any hint of signal. But there was nothing as endless trees ed by the window of the cab. Soon though, he found his eyes drooping, his eyelids growing heavier. It had been a long day and the old guy’s voice was soothing in a way, and the musky scent in the truck seemed to be soaking into his head, making his thinking heavy. Seb’s eyes gently closed and his breathing became slow and steady, pulling the dense, musky air deep into his lungs.

Seb woke slowly to the constant rumble of the road beneath the wheels of the truck, and to the voice of the driver. For a moment, Seb could have sworn he heard the man talking in perfect German, but the more he woke up the more he realised it must have been a trick of his brain. The friendly old guy was still cheerfully babbling away in his own language.

Seb struggled to pull himself out of a half awake, half asleep state taking deep breaths of the strangely comforting odour. He found to his embarrassment that he was strangely horny. The warm, musky atmosphere seemed to be feeding a sultry warmth spreading from his groin. He looked over at the driver, who quickly glanced at him with a smile before returning his eyes to the road. Seb guessed it didn’t matter if he felt a little horny, After all, the driver wouldn’t notice his half erect little boi clit through his pants. In a way it was lucky he was so under-endowed.

Seb frowned a little. That was a strange thing to think, he thought. But any concern quickly drifted away, subdued by the steady rhythm of the ing trees and the low, vibrating, rumble of the road soothing him. As he was feeling a little horny, he tried to picture Silke the last time they had made love, just before he left on his trip. But he found he couldn’t exactly what she had looked like. Still, he thought, that’s ok, it’s not like a little beta boi like me is really meant for girls anyway. His eyes drifted across to the driver, but not to his face this time. Instead Seb looked at the obvious bulge where the impressive man’s cock was encased in the blue denim of his jeans, below the overhang of his big belly. It felt so much easier to picture manly men, thick veiny cocks, big hairy man tits on fat daddies that would be so good to suck. Seb felt his floppy little dick twitch, and his mouth watered, examining the outline of the thick member through the fabric, the way his top stretched over his big belly. Seb watched the man’s big, bear-like hands gripping the steering wheel, and thought with a thrill of how strong his big arms were.

Still the Driver chattered on, and Seb drifted in and out of sleep, occasionally thinking he heard some words in german. His hands drifted down to openly rub at his little, half hard dick through his jeans. Surely a big Daddy bear like the driver wouldn’t mind him rubbing a little bit, if he was feeling sleepy and horny? Eventually Seb drifted back to full sleep.

Seb was woken by the sound of the engine rumbling to a stop. He opened his eyes, half expecting to see themselves at another truck stop. Hadn’t they been going somewhere, to look for … something? It was still dark outside the cab, and they were surrounded by trees. The Truck had pulled in at the side of the dark road. Seb let the confusion and questions disappear. He didn’t need to worry about that stuff now, because he had Daddy Bear to tell him what to do. He looked up to see Daddy bear climbing into the little cot space in the back of the truck cab, and asking seb to him. Of course, good little sissy boi sluts like Seb loved to obey their daddies. Daddy pulled off his shirt, and his jeans, filling the cab with an even more intense atmosphere of that delicious manly, musky, sweet smell that made Seb’s head spin with horny excitement.

Seb’s mouth watered at the sight of daddy’s big thick cock emerging as the jeans were peeled away. It was such an impressive cock, almost like a completely different organ from the little limp sissy boi clit he had between his legs. Eagerly, Seb pulled his own T-shirt over his head, revealing his smooth, virtually hairless chest in contrast to Daddys shaggy thatch of hair covering his chest, tits, and belly, getting thicker towards the dark mass of hair surrounding the magnificent cock, like a dark and mysterious forest. Seb struggled out of his jeans and clambered around the seats to his daddy in the back, folding his little beta sissy boi body ino the big embrace of his Daddy Bear.

Instinctively, Seb’s hands reached down to begin lovingly stroking the length of daddy’s member, needing both hands to encircle the girth of the monster. Daddy Bear’s big manly paw reached down and began to rub at Seb’s little limp clit, massaging the useless little nub with two huge fingers, eliciting a moan from the younger man. Seb shivered with submissive joy and nuzzled his face into the dark patch of hair in Daddy’s armpit, taking deep, shuddering breaths to try to draw the scent as deep into his soul as possible. Seb felt Daddy’s cock stiffening in his hands, growing harder and stronger. After several minutes of this mutual rubbing, Daddy pulled his paw away from Seb and brought it up to his boi’s face, letting Seb smell the precum that had leaked out onto his fingers, before ruffling the short blonde hair, and pushing Seb’s head downwards.

“Mmmmm, Good boi!” rumbled Daddy bear in perfect German as he felt Seb’s mouth engulf the throbbing bulbous tip of his engorged cock. Soon the cab was filled with contented growls and wet slurping sounds of Seb bobbing his head eagerly. He felt like such a perfect little sissy boi slut, with his mouth full of old daddy dick, and his hand’s roaming all over the wide expanse of furry, sexy, bear belly above him.

Eventually Seb felt Daddy’s huge paws pulling his face off the pulsing, hot member, and he let himself be flipped over onto his back, offering no resistance at all.. Daddy loomed over him, the immense weight of his body pressing down on the weak little sissy’s frame. It felt so perfect as Daddy leaned in and pushed his bearded mouth against seb’s smooth lips. Then Seb felt the big manly tongue forcing its way into his mouth and he eagerly yielded to its insistent exploration, letting his own tongue entwine around it. Daddy bear eventually pulled away, a trail of spit falling over the hair of his beard, leaving Seb panting hungrily and whimpering. Daddy bear sat up, and pulled Seb’s legs apart.

The warm, musk laden air hit Seb’s exposed, virgin hole. He moaned with an intense need as he felt the huge cock pressing against his opening, inexorably opening him up. He groaned at the pleasurable pain of being stretched around the perfect, alpha old man cock pushing itself deep into him. His eyes rolled back in his head as he heard Daddy calling him a good boi, and cum began to leak out of his sissy clit, even as daddy’s big heavy stomach mashed against it with each thrust.

“Ohhh, Yessss! Daddy Bear! Fuck your good little sissy boi slut!” Seb moaned over and over again until eventually Daddy growled and released a hot load of thick strong cum deep into Seb’s hungry little Boipussy.

The truck pulled back into the Truck stop clearing it had left the previous evening,with the early morning sun filtering through the dark, dense tree trunks. Seb dozed happily in the cot behind the driver’s seat, his fingers massaging Daddy’s potent cum into his loosened boi cunt, happily daydreaming about his life as a weak little sissy boi, protected, and fucked by, hot hairy older daddies, servicing their real men’s cocks all day every day.

As soon as the truck’s engine shuddered to a stop, the door to the cab opened, and Daddy bear climbed out, only to be replaced by his Big black friend climbing up into the cab, followed by Seb’s brother Nicholas. Nicholas was wearing a tight pink singlet and tight white booty shorts to show off his sissy boy ass to all the big hairy truckers he met every day. His hair was longer than when Seb had last seen him, and he now sported a glittering little diamond earring.

Seb immediately recognised his twin brother, as he climbed into the back, and his face lit up with excitement. “Nikki! Oh MY God, I’m such a good little sissy boi slut for Daddy!”

Nicholas smiled and lay down beside his brother. “I know Sebi! It’s soooo good to be a beta boi for old alpha men! Now we can get fucked together and be good obedient bois for Daddy bear!” and he leaned in for a deep ionate kiss. Their Kiss was cut short as the hulking black man climbed in with the two young men, unbuckling his belt and pulling a gigantic thick black cock from his pants. Both Seb and Nicholas’s eyes lit up at the sight and smell of the dark purple cock head swelling in front of them. They looked into each other’s eyes and each saw the same desperate horny need, before they turned, and knelt in front of the big black daddy and began worshiping his thick cock.

Outside the truck a small crowd of truckers was gathering around, with the big blonde viking at the front, chatting amiably with Daddy bear in fluent german.

The sun was setting again as the Truck pulled out of the truck stop and headed west along the forest road. In the back of the cab, Nicholas and Sebastian lay curled up together, their naked boi bodies coated in the sweat and cum of the meny alpha men they had served that day. Suddenly a buzzing noise disturbed their exhausted rest. Seb groggily rummaged around and pulled out a phone, its screen lit up with the fresh sweet face of a young woman, and the name ‘Silke’ in bright white letters.

Daddy pressed a button on the dashboard, and the window next to Seb whirred down a little, letting fresh air blow into the cab. Without a second thought, Seb tossed the phone out of the window, and sighed in contended relief as daddy closed the window, and the thick, musky atmosphere flooded back around the two beta boi brothers.