The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Tom stuck his head through the door of Jason’s apartment. “I’m bored. Wanna to go out and see if we can find something fun to do?”

Jason didn’t mind the way Tom or his father Paul sometimes came over unannounced—in fact, he often liked the distraction. But today? “Ugh,” he moaned from the desk where he sat over a screen folder filled with tests waiting to be graded. “I’d love to, but I’ve got too much work to do. I must get these exams graded by Monday morning.”

“I figured you’d say something like that. That’s why I brought this,” Tom smiled, pulling a six-pack of beer from behind him. “We can stay in and find something fun to do.”

Jason hadn’t drunk alcohol much before he moved in here. But tonight, a beer buzz? “Sounds good. Maybe these tests will look better after a beer.”

Jason’s apartment was one main room that served as his kitchen, bedroom, and living space. Tom popped two cans of beer open and stashed the rest in Jason’s refrigerator. Jason watched Tom pause to survey the shelves, which were full—but not too full—of food. Yes, he’d caught Tom checking up on him, and maybe now Tom would think Jason was finally getting the hang of being an adult and living on his own. Tom strolled over, handed one of the beers to Jason, then sat down on one end of the small sofa ading the desk.

“Thanks,” Jason said after taking a long swallow from the cold can. Bleeh. He was learning to enjoy a little buzz sometimes, but he thought he’d never learn to enjoy the taste of beer. “I might need two cans for this batch.“

“They can’t be that bad.”

“Yes, they can. And this is only half of them. My teaching assistant Alan’s making a first through the other half this weekend. When I took this job, I thought I was going to be lecturing and working on my research. I never knew I’d have to handle so much grading and istrative bullshit. If it wasn’t for Alan, I’d never catch up.”

Jason finished the beer quickly. So far, the prospect of grading papers didn’t seem to have gotten any better. Jason wasn’t sure what was wrong with him; ever since that night he’d gone to the park, run into that man, woke up with his pants around his ankles, and masturbated right there where anyone could have seen, he’d been unrelentingly horny almost all the time, jacking off like a fiend multiple times a day. And he’d gotten that anonymous email with what looked like someone’s chemical analysis notes. He’d somehow become almost fixated on that too. Obsessed. Practically every moment that he wasn’t teaching, working on his own research project, or jerking off, he was working on a side project to try to duplicate the one in this mystery email. Maybe he was fascinated by it because he could see no way the original researchers could have gotten from their starting place to their end result, and they hadn’t been able to recreate the results either. Something undocumented must have gone wrong with the process. An inhibition-lowering drug funded by the government? Jason was indeed intrigued. He was sure he could reverse-engineer it into a repeatable result, but he wasn’t sure why this side-project had become so important to him. How the hell did adults prioritize so many completing tasks?

Plus, he had some suspicion the mystery email about his new side-project was tied into that man he had met in the park. Jason had gone back twice since then, both times driven by an urge almost as if being there had been scheduled or he had been summoned, and he was pretty such he’d met that man again, but he didn’t really much until, both times, he woke back in a clearing in the woods with his pants around his ankles and his just-orgasmed cock softening in his hand and a load of fresh cum on the ground.

Too out of control. Too many mysteries.

“Fuck it,” Jason sighed finally. “I can’t handle any more of this grading crap. Still want to drive somewhere and look for something fun?”

Tom rolled his eyes. “Dad would shoot me if he found out I took the car after I’ve been drinking.”

“Nah, Paul won’t shoot you—he knows how hard getting blood stains out of the carpet would be. But I guess you’re right. I don’t really want to go out either.”

“We can just hang out here. We can finish the six-pack, and I ed a new porno movie. We can get buzzed and watch it.”

Jason shrugged. Porn always seemed uninteresting except perhaps as a demonstration guide, and watching never seemed to have little effect except make him horny—hornier—and he was already out of his mind most of the time with the need to jack off. But at least porn would be a distraction from grading exams. And would porn make Tom want to masturbate alongside him?—Would he get to see Tom’s penis? He decided he did want to see it; that might be useful for the sex with women versus men side-project he had been considering; seeing other penises might be useful, as least for gathering comparative data. “Okay. That sounds good.“

Tom went to Jason’s computer, logged onto his own cloud , synched it to Jason’s television. Cheesy porn music blared. Well, good thing Paul was gone to that conference for the weekend, so Jason didn’t have to worry about loud music, right?

Hmm, based on the first few moments—two guys, one girl—Tom seemed to have ed a bisexual flick. In planning his investigation into whether guys or girls were better at sex, Jason hadn’t considered the possibility of sex with both at once, how that might skew the versus comparison. Maybe this porno would give him some ideas about better assessment techniques. If nothing else, maybe he would pick up some pointers, expand his repertoire of positions and skills, at least his theoretical understanding of them.

By the end of the second beer, the movie had an inevitable effect. The boobs were big—artificially so, Jason thought—and the cocks were big too, though those were probably real since a dick was harder to augment. Jason was fighting a hard-on and several times had to shift his prick to a more comfortable position.

Tom seemed to be having the same problem, sometimes moving his hips too, adjusting his groin, and two or three times from the corner of his eye Jason thought he caught Tom checking out his crotch. Well, wasn’t that just simple anatomical curiosity? Jason had a big dick, a big lump in his crotch, so why shouldn’t Tom be curious about it? Purely scientific interest, surely, like Jason’s about Tom’s cock. Jason was fighting the urge to rip open his pants and grab his dick, though he wasn’t sure Tom wanted that much of a look at what he was packing. Jason knew he would have to be more subtle about rearranging himself and ignoring Tom’s glances. Jason didn’t want to ruin their budding friendship.

Jason’s phone pinged. He picked it up. A new message from an unknown sender:

Park. 10:00 2nite.

Who the hell? Which park?—That park? And what was happening at ten o’clock? That was a couple of hours away.

Tom asked, “Who was that? Someone wanting a hot booty call?”

“No, uh ...” Make up a lie quick. “It’s Alan—a question about his half of the tests he’s grading. I’ll reply later.” There: That sounded both believable and boring enough to shut down further inquiry.

Tom rolled his eyes. “I wish I was smart enough to understand half the stuff you and Dad know. But I inherited all the looks and this killer bod, not the brains. I think I got the better end of the bargain, don’t you?” Tom’s grin announced he was joking.

“Fuck you,” Jason snickered He’d picked up from Tom some time ago that among jocks fuck you was the perfect all-purpose response for any statement.

Tom snickered too, and they went back to watching the porno.

“That guy looks familiar,” Tom said at one point.

Onscreen, a big red-blond white guy with a military body and a slimmer black guy with dreads were hard-railing a bleached cheerleader-type woman simultaneously in her mouth and pussy. “Which one?” Jason asked, hoping his voice was steady.

“The blond guy with the crewcut. He looks like a younger version of somebody ...” Tom shook his head. “I can’t who. His name is right on the tip of my tongue ... but I can’t .”

“Maybe you’ve seen another video he was in.”

“No, I’m talking about someone from real life. I just can’t seem to his name ...”

Onscreen the actors cavorted in positions that seemed a lot more gymnastic than most of the—ittedly few—porn scenes Jason had watched before. The actors kept shifting around, and the black guy ended up on his elbows and knees, eating out the girl, as the blond man positioned himself behind the black guy’s up-tilted ass and prepared to enter his butthole.

“If he lets himself be fucked in his ass by a man while he’s having sex with a woman, does that make him bi?” Jason shut his mouth quickly, having not realized he said that aloud until Tom looked oddly at him.

“People have preferences. Some like ass-play, and some don’t. I’ve known some straight guys who liked having their butts played with. They say it feels good. Kind of different, but good.”

Jason frowned. “Huh.” So identity and activity were sometimes independent? Jason has sort-of known that, but hadn’t considered how it might affect his experiment. How would sex with a straight man differ from sex with a gay one? More variables to calculate, too little data. “How would straight dudes know about that?”

“Really?” Tom shot him an incredulous look. “Sometimes I forget how young you are. You’ve never heard of pegging?”

“Fuck you, old man. You’re what?—A year older than me?—Two? Not all of us are perverted fuckers. What’s pegging?”

“Some guys like it when a girl wears a strap-on—you know, like a pair of panties with a dildo sticking out of them—and fucks them. The ass has a lot of nerve endings, and there’s the prostate, so it can feel really intense when something stimulates a guy back there. Or so they tell me.”

The whole concept seemed a little too weird and intimidating. Jason tried to picture himself bending over so some girl could fuck him with a dildo, but the image wasn’t sexy at all. “What’s the point? If I were going to take something up my ass, I’d rather a guy do it with a real one, not a girl with a fake dick. A guy would at least know what he was doing.”

Tom nodded at the screen. “That’s kind of what that black guy is doing right now with the white guy’s dick up his butt.”

“Huh. Good point, I guess.”

Tom smirked. “And what about a finger? Don’t tell me a girl hasn’t ever stuck a finger up your back door while blowing you or while you fuck her?”

Jason’s mind struggled to process this. “Huh?” Did girls do that? That one girl Jason had sex with that one time hadn’t indicated she wanted to play with his butt—but, to be fair, he’d never asked. Insufficient data.

“Some do. I mean, I’ve heard from some of the guys on the team that they like it.”

“Huh—?”

“Are you having a stroke? Is smoke about to come pouring out your ears?” Tom gave Jason’s shoulder a little push. “Use your big boy words.”

“I was just curious.”

“Next time a girl plays with your dick, ask her to do it. Maybe you’ll get your mind blown as well as your cock.”

“No, I don’t think so. Asking some random girl to stick her finger up my butt would be weird. What if she says no or gets grossed out?”

“So do it to yourself the next time you jerk off.”

“Huh—?”

“Okay, now you’re saying that on purpose.”

Jason grinned. “Maybe.”

Tom play-punched Jason’s arm. “I’m not saying you’ll see stars or get your world rocked, but maybe you will. You’ll never know unless you try.”

You’ll never know unless you try. Jason tried to process this. Suddenly his simple women versus men research project seemed much larger, more complex. Too many variables, too much missing data, and now his data element sets were turning into a Venn diagram of overlapping circles? How would he ever figure this out? His own research projects and reverse-engineering that mystery chemical seemed simple by comparison. He shifted again to hide his returning boner.

“Huh.” Jason shifted and lifted his head. Onscreen, a new scene had started and a different porn actress in a daisy chain was squeal-moaning through an overstated orgasm as she sucked a new actor, who sucked the other new actor, who ate out the actress. “Did I fall asleep?” Jason said as the actress thrashed and overacted as though she were having a seizure.

“Yuh,” Tom snicker-slurred. “You snore.”

“Do not.” Jason realized he was slurring a little. Too much alcohol, too little tolerance?

“How would you know?”

“Fuck you.” Really was an all-purpose response.

On the low table were six beer cans. Jason had had two—hadn’t quite finished his second, actually—so did Tom drink the other four? And were four beers enough to make Tom’s movements clumsy and his speech kind of sloppy-intoxicated like this?

Onscreen, the movie seemed to be ending. One thing about porn vids that Jason liked: When the sex was over, the movies usually just ended too, no long, pointless list of credits afterward.

“Well,” Tom began, “I guess I’d better go back to that big, lonely house. I hate sleeping there alone when Dad’s gone.”

“Need some help?” Jason suggested, noticing how Tom’s body wavered as he tried to stand.

“Yeah, if you don’t mind. Must be drunker’n I thought. Don’t think I can make it on my own.”

Jason had made the offer without thinking. He regretted it immediately. He wanted to jack off and relieve his tormented cock and balls. Now, he’d obligated himself to get Tom across the way, maybe even upstairs to his bedroom, before he could take care of his own needs. Well, what the hell—Tom was his friend, and this was one of those things friends did for each other, right? And helping Tom would only take five, maybe ten minutes, twenty tops, and then Jason would have plenty of time to deal with himself.

With their arms around the other’s shoulders, they navigated the short distance to Tom’s house. With Paul gone, the place was dark and silent. Going up the stairs, Jason thought Tom didn’t seem as drunk as he had earlier, but Jason was already committed.

“Gotta piss,” Tom said and lurched for the bath ading his bedroom. Jason listened to him pee and flush. How long until this chore was finished and Jason was dismissed?

When Tom returned to the bedroom, his shorts and underwear were still pushed to mid-thigh. The tail of his T-shirt concealed his pubes, but most of his cock and his balls were poking out from under his shirt, bare and on display. The athlete’s dick wasn’t hard, but it was still fluffed quite a bit from the movie action. It hung long and thick in front of his big balls.

“Hope you don’t mind. I sleep naked,” Tom said, pushing at his shorts, which sank to knee-level, and he tumbled headlong onto the bed. “I hate sleeping in anything.”

Jason looked at Tom’s exposed ass. “I sleep that way myself.”

“Help me?” Tom slurred, as if drunker again, and gestured vaguely at his clothes.

Jason managed to not roll his eyes. What game was Tom playing? Was this some attempt at seduction?—Or just the intimacy of close friends? Were they close friends? How did adults navigate situations like this?

Tom had flopped face-down onto the bed, wasn’t making any move to remove his clothes. Jason could just turn off the light and walk away, let him sleep like that—he’d be fine. Instead, Jason sighed and knelt next to Tom’s feet stuck in midair off the edge of the mattress and began untying the laces of the athlete’s trainers.

“What I don’t understand is how guys can do things like that in front of a camera,” Jason mused. Fuck, had he said that out loud?

Tom seemed to understand the non sequitur and responded, “Money, probably. Or maybe they’re proud of the crotch-rockets they’re packing and like showing them off. Being told you’re good-looking enough to be in a porn movie is probably a great ego-stroke, so why not go through with it? Plus they’re getting laid, and everybody likes getting laid. I wouldn’t mind if somebody wanted to film me getting laid. I’d do it in a heartbeat, and they wouldn’t even have to pay me ... much.”

The first shoe clunked onto the floor. Jason started on the second. “I couldn’t do that on-camera for any amount of money. What if someone saw the video of me doing it?”

“Don’t think porn actors are worried much about what people think. Being seen doing it is kind of the point.”

“Guess you’re right. Have you ever done anything like that? A three-way? Two guys and one girl, I mean.” Another non sequitur? Jason cringed—What was wrong with his brain tonight?

“No, but I bet it could be fun with a real good friend, banging a hot girl together.”

“How about the other stuff? The stuff the guys did to each other?”

“They seemed to like it a lot. Probably feels good if you’re into stuff with another guy.”

As he tugged off Tom’s other shoe, Jason frowned, wondering whether the male actors had gone into the scene knowing they’d be directed to do things to each other. But did a porn actor’s role present an extenuating circumstance over the actor’s personal preference? “Of course they seemed to like it—they were getting paid to act like they enjoyed it. I don’t think I could have a three-way. I mean, how can a guy suck another guy when he’s supposed to be fucking a girl at the same time?”

“You’ve never let another guy suck your dick?”

Jason bristled. He ed the man in the park dropping to his knees and sucking his cock. But did men, especially friends, talk openly about this sort of thing? Was this another social minefield he was walking into? And what if Tom decided Jason was gay before Jason himself knew whether men or women were better at sex? “I didn’t say that. I said I couldn’t do it.”

Tom rolled onto his back on the bed. “So, have you ever let a guy suck you off?” he asked.

Maybe friends did share secrets? Was that how they knew they were friends? Jason decided to try. “Yeah. One night in the park a few blocks over. I was horny, and it happened before I knew what was going on.”

“Really? Did you like it?”

“I guess so. I mean, it felt good.”

“Want to try it again,” Tom asked, propping himself up on his elbows on the bed; he definitely didn’t seem drunk anymore, and Jason suspected a deception; had this all been a game for Tom, a way to trick Jason into confessing embarrassing secrets?—Or maybe a game of seduction? Jason’s eyes went to Tom’s exposed crotch; he was surprised to find his friend’s cock fully hard. Apparently the idea of sucking a cock definitely did not turn Tom off. In fact, the idea seemed to arouse him. Jason watched as Tom squeezed himself gently.

“You want to suck my cock?” Jason asked nervously. “I thought you were straight.”

Tom shrugged as he wiggled out of his shorts and underwear. “I have sex with guys sometimes. And I’m willing to help out a buddy when he needs relief. Judging from that hard-on you’re packing, you sure need it.”

Jason was confused. The closest person he’d had to a friend he’d ever had was offering to suck him off. He hadn’t planned on doing his research into sex so close to home, or with people he knew. Strangers seemed safer—he wouldn’t have to worry what they thought or ever interact with them again. The man in the park had been a total stranger that Jason thought he would never see again. This was different. He would have to face Tom tomorrow. Could he face Tom tomorrow if they did this? And what if Paul found out?

Tom took the decision away from him. He pulled Jason closer to the bed and pressed his face to the crotch of Jason’s pants, mouthing his cock through the fabric. Jason tensed for a moment; did he want this? Would Tom think he had a nice dick? Would Tom be able to suck a dick as big as his? He knew he should stop Tom, but that mouth pressing on his crotch felt too good. Maybe doing it in bed with a buddy would be even better than in the park with a stranger. The male actors in that porno vid had seemed to think so. So Jason relaxed and let Tom do, well, whatever he was about to do.

As if realizing Jason wasn’t going to fight him, Tom unfastened the youth’s belt efficiently, then began opening his pants. Jason helped, once his fly was undone, by pushing his pants and underwear to his ankles. Tom quick-wrestled out of his T-shirt, fully naked now except for the crystal pendant around his neck, so Jason did the same. That seemed fair, right? Exposing just the required parts for sex seemed more efficient, but the men in porno vids got completely naked for even the blow-jobs, so maybe this was another rule no one had ever told Jason about? Based on his eager expression, Tom seemed to think so.

Tom ran one hand over Jason’s chest, the other along the boy’s legs and groped his big nuts. “Wow,” Tom whispered appreciatively. Jason spread his legs a little. Tom reached under and cupped his smooth, hard ass. Jason wondered what he should do; was he supposed to just stand there ively and get serviced? That seemed somehow selfish. He decided Tom might want him to be an active participant, like the men in the porno they watched earlier. He climbed up onto the bed with Tom, ran his hands in return over the parts of Tom’s anatomy that were within easy reach. Tom seemed to have decided on sixty-nine; he had turned his body and stretched out on his side until his feet were above Jason’s head. Jason understood the mechanics of the position from other videos and, for the first time in his life, was facing another man’s hard cock, point-blank distance from his face. Whoa!

“You can jack it a little for me,” Tom said. “You don’t have to do anything else.”

That seemed fair. Jason wrapped his hand around Tom’s stiff rod. It felt like his own, warm and silky-skinned, but also different. He stroked it a few times to get the feel of it. He was fascinated by the foreskin. He pulled it back enough to completely uncover the head, then pushed it back. Jason felt a warm wetness down below; he’d been so distracted by studying Tom’s dick that he’d missed Tom’s mouth starting to swallow his cock.

Jason’s dick slid into Tom’s tight throat and he felt one of Tom’s hands massaging his ball-sack, the other squeezing his ass-cheek. Jason felt arousal trill along his nerves. His first real sex with a man, not counting the park blow-jobs that he barely ed. Would Tom be better or worse that that girl Jason had fucked? Tom’s initial cock-sucking certainly seemed better that the man in the park’s—but the girl Jason had fucked hadn’t sucked his cock, no direct grounds for comparison, so this advanced his women versus men research only in the general sense.

Having Tom’s cock in his hand no longer seemed strange. Jason wondered if he could—should—go further. He watched a bead of pre-cum form at the piss-slit. Bending his head, Jason licked it away. He wasn’t sure what to expect, but he decided the salty flavor was neither good nor bad. He could tolerate it, especially since the second taste seemed better than the first.

Jason felt over-excited, over-stimulated. The action on his cock felt so very good. Tom was definitely a better cock-sucker than the man at the park. Jason felt his body rushing toward the point he wouldn’t be able to hold back any longer. He was so horny he didn’t care about anything else. He knew he might regret this later, but he had to do it. Skinning back Tom’s big cock-head, Jason took it into his mouth. He had to find out how a cock tasted. Closing his lips around it, he licked away the slime that jacking it had produced. He bobbed his head along the shaft a couple times, sucking in the first few inches. He knew he probably should have taken more, probably wasn’t doing a very good job, but Tom hadn’t come off his cock to complain. Jason tried to time his head-bobbing rhythm to Tom’s.

Jason was getting too close, considered warning Tom. But Tom chose that moment to slip a spit-wet finger into Jason’s asshole and instead of a warning, Jason heard himself choke out a sound around his half-mouthful of cock instead. When the finger pushed through his sensitive ring, Jason’s sphincter clenched and his struggle to hold back his climax was all over. “Ah!” Jason’s nuts tightened, his ass spasmed again, and the feeling in his cock spread into a forest fire of pleasure that engulfed him. He released Tom’s dick as his whole body tensed up. “Ahhh!” His cum forced its way through his cock-tube and out into Tom’s mouth.

Tom worked his head up and down on the erupting cock, tongue bucking as he swallowed, driving more sensations through Jason’s cock, pushing him skyward on a pillar of ecstasy. Jason was conscious only of his bliss, the cum-bursts pumping through his cock, the massaging of Tom’s mouth on his dick as his friend drank down his surging load.

Eventually, Jason sagged onto the mattress, spent and limp. A couple of aftershocks shivered through him. Tom continued to milk his dick until Jason’s balls had nothing left.

Still holding Jason’s softening cock in his mouth, Tom wrapped a hand around his own cock, and Jason watched in fascination as his friend jacked himself with quick, sure strokes, inches from Jason’s face. Jason had never seen a man jerk off in person before. The way Tom’s strokes vibrated his body made the athlete lose his lip-grip on Jason’s flaccid meat. “Gonna cum, gonna cum,” Tom chanted, then: “Fuuuck!” In multiple fast spurts, Tom painted a big load across Jason’s chest and neck.

When he was finished, Tom lifted one of Jason’s legs into the air, started to move between them, his still-hard cock pointing at Jason’s crotch. Jason’s eyes widened as he realized what Tom wanted. “No, don’t,” Jason said, pulling his raised leg from Tom’s grasp.

Tom rolled over onto his back. Jason rolled away too; he ran his hand over his chest, smearing Tom’s thick load across his pectorals. When Tom reached under the pillow and retrieved a towel that was stashed there, Jason realized this wasn’t spontaneous—Tom had planned this whole seduction and Jason had been set up. He was unsure how he felt about this. He allowed Tom to wipe the spittle off his crotch, then clean the cum from his chest.

Tom tossed the towel toward the bathroom door, turned around on the bed, and pulled at the sheets, looked at Jason expectantly. Was Jason expected to spend the night or say goodnight and leave courteously? Jason stood up, feeling awkward and embarrassed, began to dress. Neither said anything until Jason murmured, “Thanks,” in case social conventions required that he do so, just before he walked out of the bedroom. After-sex behavior seemed more difficult than seductions into sex. How did adults manage those situations? Was that why porno movies cut off the scenes once the sex was finished?

Back in his apartment, Jason considered a shower, to wash the clinging cum-funk smell off himself. Lingering semen was making his T-shirt stick to his skin in spots. The orgasm had been good, so good, but the mix of emotions in the aftermath had been bad. Was that the difference between sex with men and sex with women?—The sex with men felt better during the act, but the aftermath of sex with women felt less awful?

On his way to his alcove-sized bathroom to shower, Jason picked up his phone. Hadn’t he gotten a message, cryptic and half-ed, earlier? Yes—

Park. 10:00 2nite.

What the heck did that mean? And what time was it? He glanced at the time on his phone. Seven minutes past eleven o’clock? He’d obviously missed—

Jason felt as though a switch flipped inside his head.

Now he understood. He was horny. He had just cum, not fifteen minutes ago, but he was already so very, very horny, incredibly horny, all over again. He needed to cum. He needed ... Yes, the park. He needed to go to the park. He should have been there already. He was late. He needed to go to the park immediately. He slipped his phone into his pants pocket and turned toward the door.

The park was dark and quiet. A few men milled about, and some said hi as he ed, probably hoping to get his attention, but he stayed focused. His cock felt heavy, thick, semi-stiff, needing something. It needed to cum; he needed to cum, and soon. He walked until he saw the bench where he had first met that man. Jason’s cock started to harden more, ing. He ed too something sparkling, like a faceted gem.

What was he looking for? Being this fucking horny interfered with his concentration. He needed to jack off. He needed privacy to jack off. Maybe he could find that clearing to which the man had led him? Wasn’t the start of that little trail right over here?

Dammit, why were these woods so dark? Difficult to see. Okay, here was the clearing. Now finally Jason had some privacy to jerk out a load. He was too horny to wait until he got back home—he had to do it now!

Before he could paw open his pants, something moved across the dark space.

“You’re late, boy. This update better be good—you kept me waiting for over an hour.” A shadow patch moved against the deeper shadows beyond.

“Who’s there?” Jason whisper-yelped. Whoever this was wore black or dark colors, hard to make out. Jason sort-of recognized the gruff voice, male, older; he thought it belonged to the man he’d met on that bench that night, the one who blew him.

“Relax, boy.” A phone screen in flashlight mode lit up, aimed skyward, but the sudden bright light still stabbed at Jason’s eyes and messed up his night vision. In the upward beam, something caught the light: a crystal dangling from a man’s hand. “Ain’t it pretty? Look deep into it, boy. You know you want to.”

Jason knew that crystal. He also knew he shouldn’t, couldn’t, wouldn’t look away from it. Looking was his most important task, and he had to do it.

The light and crystal moved closer. “That’s the way, boy. Look deeper and deeper. Just let it happen. You think you’re so smart, but a little hypnosis to leash your big head to your little head and you’re dancing to my tune now. You’ll do anything I say, maybe even give up your ass if I tell you, and you don’t even need a dose of the juice anymore, do you. Which is good, ’cause I’m starting to run low, ’til your little project starts coming through for me. But first, let’s get you all nice and relaxed, boy. Concentrate on the crystal. Take a deep breath, keep concentrating, and exhale real slow. It’s sleepytime, boy—it’s sleepytime ...“

Time ed. Jason pulled in a deep breath and opened his eyes. He was awake again. He stretched, stiff from sleeping on the hard, grassy ground. How long had he been asleep? He didn’t know. Where was he? Looked like that clearing in the park. Sunrise shaded the sky through the trees, so he could see a little. Yeah, that clearing in the park.

He had taken a walk last night. He’d come here and ... what? He’d been looking up at the stars and fell asleep. Yeah, that must’ve been what happened. It sounded right. He’d been looking up at the sky and thinking about his side project, devoting all his brainpower to trying to figure it out, out here with no distractions, and he’d gotten sleepy and fallen asleep under the stars. Obviously.

He was naked. Well, of course he was. The night had been warm and pleasant, and he never wore any clothes when he slept in his bed, so why would he wear clothes sleeping out here? No one ever came back here. Perfectly private. He was perfectly safe.

He found his phone in his discarded pants pocket, checked the time, checked his messages. He had one about a park from an unknown caller earlier. Well, must not be important. He deleted it, then emptied his trash folder. Gone forever. No worries.

He had to piss, but he also had morning wood. He needed to pump off a load or he’d be distracted all day. He ed last night, letting Tom blow him. Tom had also talked about butt-sex and stuck a finger in Jason’s ass. Jason lay back and stroked his cock. Tom’s unexpected finger had felt weird, but a good weird. Did Jason want more? Fucking him in the ass was something only a man could do to him, unless a woman used a strap on. What had Tom called it?—Pegging? Did he want to be fucked or pegged?

Jason squirmed. His dick liked the idea of more ass-play, liked it a lot, more than he would have expected. Getting fucked seemed somehow inevitable. He spread his legs, imagined them up on a man’s shoulders. Faces flashed through his imagination: getting fucked by Tom ... Alan ... maybe even Paul ... Jason reached one hand between his legs and probed for his butthole, found it and teased it—

His cock caught fire, and he began to cum and cum, spurting high in the air, making a mess on his chest when the bolts arced back downward again. “Ahhh ...!”