The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Jason scratched his lower back and wished he was anywhere but here, at the kitchen table in his apartment with Alan, working through the backlog of tests that had to be graded. Being a professor was so much work, and none of it was related to the research he really wanted to do!

Jason desperately needed to catch up on his other projects. After he’d spent so much time working on the brain-puzzle of that special mystery chemical project from the anonymous email message, he was behind on all his other duties, and he needed to have these exams graded as soon as possible. After his inspiration following what that asshole football coach had ... Well, don’t think about that. Drafting the solution to the chemical processing hadn’t taken long, once he got to his computer. By then he’d already thought through the correction. What had taken so long was re-analyzing the simulation twice, to ensure his fix would solve the issue. And it did—in fact, it likely improved the final version with a few slight tweaks to the biochemical results. Then he had to work through the conundrum of what to do with his fix. Now that he understood that the coach, the man from the park, was behind the anonymous email and text messages, had been manipulating him, was planning even worse things, Jason knew he couldn’t turn over the results to him. So instead, he finally decided to create an anonymous of his own, and he sent the results to Paul Johnson. After all, the coach had said the data was from a project of Paul’s; Jason had no stake in the matter aside from solving the error as a purely cognitive puzzle. Paul had done ninety-nine percent of the work, the credit belonged to him. Paul didn’t need to know Jason had been puppeteered like a fool into shadowing his work. No wonder everyone kept calling Jason kid if he was this easily swayed!

But now Jason had to work harder to catch up his own schedule. Deadlines loomed too close. He could do this, but he needed help.

Jason and Alan sat on ading sides of the table from each other, computers open. slowly working their way through the list of exams. They made more progress that way—Alan did the preliminary evaluation and commenting on each test, then routed it to Jason who gave the final grade. The process seemed to be working well. Jason liked Alan, knew he was lucky to have him as an assistant.

Alan, reading from the screen, looked shocked, then laughed. He hurried to do something to the exam on his screen. “What’s that,” Jason asked, leaning over, catching only the name Devin— on Tom’s screen before the window closed.

“Nothing.”

“Didn’t look like ‘nothing’ to me.”

“I don’t think the person who wrote it meant for anyone but me to see it.”

“Is it that bad?”

“No, it’s actually sort of funny, but it might embarrass you.”

“Let me be the judge of that,” Jason said. “Send it over to me.

As he read, Jason too blushed and then laughed. The text seemed to have been copied from a gay pornographic story, and the student who submitted it had drawn black columns in the margins. No, not columns—giant erect black penises; their caps like spurts of semen or dripping runs down the shafts. “And that’s the cleaner parts,” Alan snickered, looking around the corner at Jason’s screen. “I told you it was embarrassing.”

“Why would he turn in something like this? Are these what I think they are?”

“Big black dicks,” Alan confirmed, and Jason thought his voice turned quiet and dreamy, as if distracted. “I think it’s ... to remind me of something, or maybe a joke.” Alan seemed to bring his attention back to the matter in front of them. “We’ve already graded his real exam. You gave him a B-plus.”

“Kind of sexy for a joke,” Jason mused as he paged rapidly through the rest, noting some of the column-penises at the tops of the screen pages were going in and out of caves. No, not caves—gaping round assholes. If Jason paged through quickly, the in-and-out looked like clumsy animated fucking.

“This has got to be breaking a bunch of university policies. How did he even do this? It’s an online chemistry exam—he should’ve only been able to enter numbers and some formulas in the answer fields. How’d he get all these big black ... er, penises to show up in the margins of the interface?”

“Devin’s really smart. You want me to bump his grade up to an A-minus for creativity?”

Jason realized with a start that Alan had one hand on his shoulder. His teaching assistant had come around the table and was looking over his shoulder. Jason felt his spine stiffen awkwardly.

“I’m glad, uh, all the exams aren’t like this,” Jason said, uncomfortably aware of how his tongue stumbled over the words. “I’d never get any work done. Why does he submit them if he knows you’re going to read them?”

“Because he knows what I like.”

“And what’s that?”

“Dicks,” Alan answered calmly, as if he saw no reason to lie. “Big dicks. And guys.”

“Oh.” Jason studied Alan. He had noticed his assistant was cute at their first meeting, but hadn’t thought that much about it since. Now he took a good look at him. The compact blond was more than cute. He was sexy. Jason wondered what Alan looked like naked. How big his cock was. Whether he preferred sucking or being sucked. Where he would fall as a data point in Jason’s sex with women versus men research.

Alan had taken off that necklace he wore, the one with the crystal pendant, and now he held it up, the crystal suspended before Jason’s eyes, and the play of light on the facets seemed fascinating. Alan said something from a distance, something about, ”Sleepytime ... Time for a status report on your project ... Sleepytime ...” And Jason felt ...

A knock at the door, soft but an interrupting rhythm he couldn’t ignore, woke Jason a second before his eyes were going to close. What had just happened? He was sitting at the table, Alan still standing beside him. Just a daydream? Tired from grading tests? Must have been.

The knocking again, more insistent. Tom and Paul seldom knocked—Jason had gotten accustomed to them opening the door and calling his name. So this must be someone else. But who? None of his other coworkers or students knew where he lived. “It’s open. Come in,” Jason called, rising from the table, because his parents had taught him rising to meet visitors was simply polite manners.

The visitor slipped through the door quickly, quietly, as if wanting to avoid being seen from the street without obviously appearing to avoid being seen. Jason recognized the blond hair, the impressively wide shoulders. The janitor Lars? The one he’d promised anytime you want your dick sucked, I owe you one at the gym? Now he was at Jason’s off-campus apartment? How did he find where Jason lived? Was he here to collect on the promised blow-job?

“Uh, sorry, Lars. Now’s not really a good time,” Jason began. “We’re grading exams and, uh ...” He pointed vaguely at Alan, who was also standing, hoping his gesture told Lars not alone.

“My name’s not Lars; it’s Langley. But I don’t have time to explain. Listen to me—”

Alan was moving in defensively, as if he intended to come between Jason and the older, larger man. “What’s going on? What are you doing here?”

Lars’ hand was in motion before Jason could see. Fsst—Fsst—Fsst! He had sprayed Alan, three times, in the face with a small bottle.

“What the fuck!” Alan barked, surprised, backpedaling a step.

Jason demanded angrily, “What the fuck, Lars or whatever your name is!”

“I hadn’t planned on both of you being here,” this Langley said as he guided Alan to a chair, told him to sit. “Your assistant here is a mole, feeding information about your research to an outside party. You’re being manipulated into conducting research into something that doesn’t concern you. I have to fix this.”

“Get away from him! Alan?—Can you hear me?”

Fsst!

The first burst to his face shocked Jason because he’d been too intent on Alan to pay attention to Lars’ hand. “Fuck!” Jason pulled away, but he almost immediately felt dizzy.

Fsst—Fsst!

Two more sprays. Jason couldn’t seem to concentrate.

“Listen up,” Lars said, holding up a crystal dangling from what looked like a necklace chain. “Pay close attention, both of you. I’m going to talk, and you’re going to listen. It’s sleepytime and you two are going to take a little nap ...“

Jason awoke sitting at his kitchen table in front of his computer. Working too hard, he thought. Tired, must have dozed off for a minute. Yes, that was what must have happened. A dream? Yeah, must have been.

His computer was displaying his desktop, not the class portal where he and Alan had been grading exams. Was there something missing from his desktop? Why did the group of icons related to his research projects have a blank space between them, as if one had recently been deleted? His trash folder was empty, so whatever should have been there was gone from his computer. As he tried to , he felt as though some part of his mind was pushing the memories out of reach; they were still there, just not accessible to him now. Maybe someday he’d , but for now a deep feeling of comfort moved through him. Everything was as it should be. Whatever he had been trying to probably wasn’t important.

“Hey,” Jason said. “Wake up.”

Beside him, Alan inhaled sharply, straightened up, blinked his eyes. He looked around, orienting himself. “Sorry. Must have dozed off for a minute.”

“No problem.” Jason nodded, smiling at the coincidence of Alan saying almost the same words Jason had thought when he’d awakened.

What had they been talking about? Oh, right. A paper with columns like erect penises. Alan saying he liked dicks and guys. Which seemed like an odd time to doze off, but that’s exactly what must have happened because Jason didn’t anything between then and waking up.

Jason said, “I’ve been thinking about that myself. Dicks and guys. Kind of a research project, on whether sex is better with men or women.”

“Yeah? Sounds hot. I wasn’t sure whether you—I mean, do you like guys or girls?”

“I’m not sure either yet. I know I like guys, but I don’t know if I like just guys or both.”

“How much research have you done so far?”

Was Alan teasing him? Jason wasn’t sure. “One woman and ...” How many?—Tom, sort of, if jacking off together counted; and that asshole from the park ... and wasn’t there something about the gym? No, the rest of that memory slipped away, which seemed right. “Two men, but one was just us jerking off together.”

“Not much of a sample set,” Alan chuckled, then: “Fuck, I’m horny.” His hand disappeared under the table, probably to adjust his cock in his pants. “Uh, sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”

Jason smiled. “It’s okay. I feel horny too.” And he did. Jason’s cock was stiff as a steel rod.

Alan was certainly cute. Blond, muscular and compact-bodied in all the right ways, a little shorter than Jason, only a couple of years older but seemed much more worldly. Jason wondered what Alan’s lips would be like to kiss. Did Alan like kissing? Sucking cock? Being sucked? Maybe ass stuff too? He considered what Alan might look like without his shirt, or naked, naked and lust-hard, on his knees and hungry to suck Jason’s cock. The image made Jason’s prick pulse; his erection seemed to really, really want to be introduced to Alan’s mouth. Maybe Jason needed a source for sex closer to home, something convenient and friendly. If he had a sex-friend, he wouldn’t have to deprive himself until his loneliness pushed him into dangerous situations like looking for orgasms at that park.

For the first time in his short sex life, Jason initiated the action. He reached, pulled Alan’s surprised head over, and kissed him. Alan stiffened for a second in shock. Then he began to kiss back.

Alan broke away after fifteen seconds. “What are you doing?” he asked.

Jason smiled. “I think I’m trying to tell you I like you.”

“Do you want to take a break for a minute? I want to kiss you again, a real kiss.”

Jason decided to be uncharacteristically brazen, as if someone else had told him what he needed to do. “Or we could take our clothes off and have some fun.”

Jason knew the moment Alan fell in love. Two minutes earlier, when Jason had dropped his pants and revealed his large erection, Alan’s eyes had widened, and he seemed to go somewhere in his head, just for a moment, as if something was clicking into place. Jason knew Alan had fallen in love with his big, hard cock.

Now they lay naked on Jason’s bed, progressing slowly. “Why do you hide this beast in those loose pants?” Alan asked as he worship-kissed the tip of Jason’s cock. “If I had a big one like this, I’d wear tight pants all the time and I wouldn’t care if everyone saw it. Or I’d never wear pants at all.”

Jason lay on his back, with Alan’s head in his lap. Jason finger-stroked Alan’s spine, the smooth curves leading up his tight buttocks. “I don’t want everyone seeing my cock. I can’t run around naked,” Jason said.

“With me you can,” Alan said before taking the rigid dick in his mouth.

“Turn around and let me suck you too.”

“No, you just lie there and enjoy it. You can do me later.” Alan seemed to know how to make a cock feel good, had called Jason’s large erection a challenge, but was not stopping. With determination and patience, Alan soon had that rod deep in his throat.

Jason enjoyed how good Alan’s mouth was making his prick feel, but he couldn’t just lie there. He wanted some dick too; his research required it. Pulling Alan up beside him, Jason rolled on top. “My turn,” he said, kissing the shorter blond again. “I haven’t done this a lot, but I’ll try my best.”

Sitting back on his heels, Jason bent over and took the first half of Alan’s fat, six-inch dick. A few more tries, stretching his lips, relaxing his jaw and throat, and he managed to fit all of it into his mouth. He sucked Alan’s cock until the blond’s body tensed. Jason backed off. No, he couldn’t allow Alan to cum too soon and end this yet. Jason stretched to the side and attacked the nearby balls in their nearly hairless sack. Alan’s cock was average-sized but his balls seemed larger than the few Jason had seen in his sample set of experience to date. He sucked each testicle separately; then pushed his face deep into the scrotum and sucked both. Alan made an appreciative sound almost like purring.

Jason pulled his head back and considered his next move. Alan was still too close to orgasm, might cum in moments if Jason sucked him. What else could they do? His mind started listing things he had seen in porn videos. “I’m not sure if I’m ready for that,” he said.

“Huh? Ready for what?”

“Getting fucked or fucking. You know—ass stuff.”

Alan snickered. “Man, your big brain bounces around like a ping-pong ball! We don’t have to do ass stuff if you don’t want to.”

“I heard Paul—Professor Johnson—and Tom talking one day when they didn’t know I was around. They were talking about which of them was going to be the first to fuck my ass.”

“Really? Have they yet?”

“I licked Tom’s cock once, for a little while, but other than that ...” Jason shook his head no. “They think I’m not adventuresome and I’d be boring in bed.”

“Are you boring in bed?“

“I don’t know. Probably. I haven’t done much. Will you teach me?”

“Sure. Let me show you something else that feels good. Ever had your ass licked before?”

“No! That’s disgusting. I tried a finger in my ass once, but not—not that.“

“I think you’ll change your mind once you try it.” Alan rolled up to kneeling. “Think of it as an experiment. Get on your hands and knees.”

Jason, uncertain, assumed the indicated position anyway. Alan, behind, helped him spread his knees, and Jason’s bare ass felt exposed, a vulnerable target. Alan licked up and down the butt-crack, finally centering his attention on Jason’s virginal little hole. He worked the point of his tongue at the tight hole for a moment then pushed. Jason’s ass refused to give, too tight. Alan focused instead on flicking his tongue back and forth, stimulating the ring and the area around it. Finally coming up for air, he laid his cheek on Jason’s buttock. “Does that feel better than your finger?”

“I guess. But it felt weird. Can I go back to sucking your cock instead?”

“Sure. We can try other stuff next time.”

They were going to have a next time? The thought pleased Jason more than he expected.

Alan shifted around, kneeling in front of Jason’s head. Still on his hands and knees, Jason’s head was right there. “Now try sucking my cock again,” Alan said, “and : slow and easy ’til you get used to it.”

Jason took Alan’s dick into his mouth again. This time he didn’t try to swallow the whole thing at once. He sucked the head until he felt ready, then took a couple inches of the shaft. Slowly he took more until the head was pushing at the opening of his throat. Could he do it? He wasn’t sure, but he needed to try. Pushing hard had it penetrating a little deeper across his tongue. He gagged and pulled back. The second time he didn’t gag as quickly. About the fifth try it went down and stayed. Grabbing Alan’s ass with both hands, Jason forced all of the youth’s cock into his mouth.

“Do it. Suck my cock. You’re doing good, and you’ll only get better with practice.”

Jason didn’t answer. He tried to be a quick study. Once he learned how to swallow Alan’s hard cock, he started experimenting a little. He tried sucking gently. Faster. Harder. Slower. Geometry and physics, the mechanics of rounded mouth on linear cock suggested so many variations and combinations to try.

Alan’s moans suggested he was nearing an orgasm, so Jason eased back, tried using tongue-flicks instead. He underestimated Alan’s closeness to the brink, and Alan gave a final gasp as his balls released their pent-up load—hot, thick ball-juice pumped across Jason’s open lips and onto his cheek. Jason gagged a little when the next blast went into his mouth and crossed his tongue, but he swallowed it. He didn’t like or dislike the taste.

Finally Alan pulled his cock back from Jason’s mouth. “Stop! I can’t take anymore. You got all there is. My balls are empty—nothing left.”

“That wasn’t bad,” Jason said, licking his lip, thinking over the taste. Perhaps over time he could get used to it easily. But right then—“Listen, will you fuck me? No one’s done it to me yet and I want to try it. I want you to be the first.”

“Are you sure?”

No, Jason wasn’t sure, but he felt oddly compelled to do this and decided he should commit himself to something that felt inevitable, like seeing an experiment through to its end. “I want to find out how it feels. I had a finger in there and it felt good. I need to know how a cock feels. If you don’t do it, someone else will. I’d rather it be you, not Paul or Tom. The football coach tried too.”

Alan’s eyes went wide. “The football coach? The one they call Ass-Raper? Wow!”

“Yeah. Maybe they’ll back off trying to fuck me if I’m not a virgin back there anymore. So ... please?”

“Do you have lube or something to grease us up? I don’t think spit will work. You’re probably too tight.”

Jason reached into his nightstand drawer and produced a small plastic bottle. “Will this do? I use it for jacking off sometimes.”

“You’ve been planning this, haven’t you.”

“I didn’t know who or when it was going to happen, but I wanted to be prepared.”

Using a finger, Alan slicked Jason’s ass liberally. When he thought the hole was ready, he did the same to his cock. Lying beside Jason, he said, “Sit on it.”

“What?”

“Get on top of me and sit on my dick. That way you can control how much you take. If it hurts, you can quit.”

Jason followed the instructions. As Jason faced and squatted over him, Alan raised his dick and guided it. Jason sat back. His ass-ring resisted for the moment, but his weight was behind the pressure; the ring yielded, then allowed the fat intruder entry, and with a gasp Jason lost his cherry. The force pushed about half of the cock into his virgin ass. Jason’s eyes and mouth went wide in a silent grimace of pain.

“Take it easy,” Alan told him. “Just a little at a time. Don’t move. Get used to it first, then it will start feeling better in a minute.”

Jason held his position, not wanting to give up. How long?—Did the body have a timetable that needed to be followed? The flaring pain did begin to subside, turning to a dull ache. He could handle that. Pushing down, he took a little bit more. Slowly, he eased all of the fat cock into his tight hole. By the time Alan’s trimmed pubes prickled his ass cheeks, Jason was starting to feel something else, a new sensation that was oddly interesting.

“I think I like this,” he said, bending forward to kiss Alan lightly. “What do I do now?”

“Raise up a little and sit back down.”

“Oh.” Because that was so obvious he shouldn’t have needed to ask. He used his legs to lift his hips, making the cock-rod slide out of his asshole. Lowered his hips so the hard-on went inside him again. Something else flickered in his ass. “I think it’s starting to feel good.”

Jason’s instincts and the memories of what he had seen in porn seemed to take over, and he rode the dick in his ass. He needed a while to learn to coordinate balancing himself, moving himself. Meanwhile, Jason’s hard cock slapped Alan’s stomach on each down-stroke, until Alan wrapped a hand around it.

“No,” Jason bleated. “Don’t stroke me. I don’t want to cum until you do. I want you to shoot your load in my ass first.”

“Okay. I’ll just hold it.”

Jason fucked himself with Alan’s hard fat dick. The more he did it, the better it felt. He wondered how long he could do this, how long until his legs got too tired.

Alan moaned. “Let me get on top. Let me show you how it feels when a man fucks you.” He rolled, carrying Jason with him.

Raising Jason’s legs, Alan worked his cock as deeply as he could into Jason’s ass. Pulling out to the edge of his cock-head, he drove it back in. He had to to hold back so he didn’t hurt Jason. He needed to care about more than getting his load off.

“Fuck me,” Jason yelped. “Fuck me hard. Give it to me.”

Alan gave him a good fucking, pumping until his nuts wouldn’t let him go any longer. “Gonna cum!” He pushed his dick as deep as he could and held it there, letting his abundant load squirt into Jason’s ass. Jason tightened and relaxed his ass, milking the stud’s pumping cock. “Stop that! I can’t take any more,” Alan moaned. He pulled out of Jason’s ass—not because he wanted to, but the pleasure was too intense. His body was jerking as if he was still cumming, although his nuts were drained. Falling onto his back, all he could do was take deep breaths as Jason stroked his smooth compact body.

“That was great,” Alan was finally able to say. “Give me a minute and I’ll finish sucking your cock. I don’t usually cum this hard, but I don’t get a cherry ass very often.”

“Can I fuck you?” Jason asked. “I never fucked a guy either.”

Getting into Alan’s ass was a lot more work for Jason than getting into the one girl he had fucked. Alan’s ass was hotter and tighter. Jason didn’t have to worry about keeping his cock hard. The blond youth took Jason’s clumsy first fuck-thrusts and begged for more.

The process didn’t take long. Less than three minutes in Alan’s ass, just as he was starting to get the hang of fucking, and Jason’s balls were unloading, his climax nearly too intense to bear.

After Jason shot his load, he didn’t lose interest like he normally did after jacking. He took Alan’s hard dick in his mouth and sucked another load out of it.

As they lay exhausted together in the afterglow, Alan asked, “Are you looking for a boyfriend?”

“Maybe someday,” Jason decided. “Right now I just want a friend, someone I can talk to and try stuff with. I think I’ve got a lot to learn before I’m ready to be a good boyfriend. Do you want to help teach me?”

“If that’s what you want. Anyway, that’ll put me first in line when you’re ready.”