The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Jackson watched as the head of his favorite sub slurped and looked up in adoration. His chocolate brown curls bobbed as his green eyes were bright with ecstasy. The smooth tanned skin moved in contrast as slowed to his neck a break. He was fully aware of how long his master could hold out and knew he’d be rewarded in due time.

Jackson looked around the comfortable living room and, not for the first time, thanked his lucky stars for being in the situation he found himself in, despite the rough beginning. He was currently living in the mountains of Tennessee, far from society, and had access to everything he wanted. The money earned from his shady dealings and transports enabled Jackson to fulfill desires once tossed aside in view of crippling debt brought on to attend university. His home, though smaller than some of his colleagues, still outclassed the elite who he could consider to be neighbors.

Jackson never considered himself a car guy, but he did have his favorites to drive around in as well as a few for the practicalities of living in the mountains. Well read books covered one wall of his living room, and lights in the corners emitted a warm hue, encoming the room in a relaxing glow. Relaxing jazz chords serenaded the room. In conjunction with the music, the comfortably decorated furniture and warm lights lulled Jackson into a state of bliss. The only noise not planned was the occasional choking of his overeager sub. Jackson fell deeper and deeper into the bliss, losing track of time.

The phone rang bringing Jackson out of his reverie. The man between his legs continued working his way up and down the turgid rod in his mouth. The moans and drool emanating from his mouth would’ve made lesser men cum in minutes, but Jackson was no such man. He was acutely aware of his place in the world; that place was standing above other men.

“Hello,” he grunted as he unloaded his cum down the man’s throat and waved away the already retreating man, who came back with a towel to wipe Jackson’s waist and abdomen clean. The sub left again after doing his due diligence.

“Jackson,” a deep voice addressed him, “you’re needed in Atlanta. We have a new client.”

“I just got home from assisting the client in . Can’t you send that new guy, James, was it?”

“No, he needs more training, but he’ll be ready soon. I know you’re tired, but we have eyes on new recruiters. You’ll have a break soon.”

Jackson could help the involuntary sigh, but acquiesced.

“What do I need to know?”

“The client is your typical pervert, no one special. He wants someone he’d never be able to seduce on his own. He wants a trophy husband to show off. You won’t need to change much. The target is almost to his specifications, aside from a few items.”

Jackson grimaced at the description but resisted the urge to say anything.

“When do I need to be there?”

“In two days,” the voice said. “The target has been offered a new job at the client’s company and will be starting then. He’ll be working closely with the client and you’ll have plenty of space to work your magic.”

“At least there’s that,” Jackson said. “Tanaka-san made it a tad difficult with Blakey. Thank you again for helping with his documents and loose ends.”

Despite Blakey’s hermit-like ways before, he did have one friend who checked on him. Fortunately, that friend had been dealt with and is now working with Stephan very closely these days.

“Not a problem. It wasn’t too hard, and I got a new toy out of it.”

“Right. Well, let me get ready. Please send me the details, Stephan.”

“Will do, Jackson. It shouldn’t take too long, and on the plus side, you’ll be able to eat all the peaches you can handle.” Stephan chuckled and hung up.

When the call ended, Jackson threw the phone across the spacious living room where he sat naked. The man who was previously sucking his dick had left to tend to other matters.

He decided to wait until tomorrow to do any packing and went to bed. Jackson pressed a button located on the side table, and a muscled man dressed in a jock strap entered the room, straddled Jackson’s waist and aimed Jackson’s cock into his leaking hole. The muscled man moaned and whined as fucked himself on Jackson’s cock.

Jackson smirked in satisfaction as he ed the day he took the man in. They were once roommates in university. Though the man is still his roommate, it is in a vastly different manner.

Five Years Ago

Jackson mentally prepared himself as he heard the noises he knew was from his room as he exited the elevator. Screams of pleasure and words that would make a whore blush echoed. People crowded the hallways. No one could resist listening to the fucking that was happening. A few of them were adjusting themselves or looking at their partners. Jackson wished this was the first time and that his roommate would be punished, but being the local senator’s son came with perks.

“Fuck me harder, daddy!” A female voice yelled.

Great, the room is going to reek of sweat and sex because of daddy issues.

The creaking of the bed, the knocking on the walls, and victory yells made Jackson cringe.

“She’s a new one,” a random student said to him. “There was another girl this morning.” He was known for being the oft kicked out roommate in this scenario. More than once, he’d been asked where he slept the nights when his roommate was at it.

Jackson pinched the bridge of his nose, turned the other way, and went back to the library. He decided enough was enough and that he would send an email to the housing department, the university’s dean, and Eric’s, his roommate, father.

Not that much will get done, but if I threaten to get a lawyer involved, it might help.

The brisk air stung his nose as Jackson walked back to the library. Despite his less than stellar roommate, he did love his university. Located in a quaint city, it wasn’t too big, nor too small. It was just right. The library stood small against the backdrop of the mountains that surrounded the town, but it was the best in the world in Jackson’s eyes.

Walking in, Jackson almost forgot his woes as the aroma of old books and coffee overtook him. Without the fear of hearing Eric having sex and being able to think, Jackson’s gratefulness knew no bounds.

“Did you forget something, dear?” The librarian asked as he swiped his student card again. Stella, the librarian was his favorite person. Always smiling and warm. Jackson had never seen someone so much as become irate with the older woman.

“No, ma’am.” Jackson answered. “My roommate has invited another girl over and I don’t have anywhere else to go while I write another email that’ll get ignored.”

She dropped her ever present smile.

“Well, ain’t that a shame! You paid just as much money to get into a dorm you can’t even use. Heck, I’ve even seen you sleep in here. Jackson, dear, do you want me to help you?”

Jackson’s eyes widened. Maybe having university staff on his side would help, but Jackson knew deep down that between keeping the senator happy or a librarian employed, the school would make the obvious choice.

“No, Mrs. Stella. Thank you though. I wouldn’t want you to get in the crossfire between me and a senator’s brat.”

“Well, let me help you how I can.” She handed him a key. “This building is old. Very old. There’s a room with a bed and desk in the back of the library. You know the hall that only staff are supposed to go down?” Jackson nodded. “Staff would use it as emergency lodging when the snow made it too dangerous to go home. Now, with the snow plows coming more frequently, no one else uses them. Use this for the rest of the semester to work on your studies or to get some sleep when you can’t.”

“This...this is too much!”

“Nonsense. Someone needs to use it beside the spiders.”

“What if someone sees me? Someone from the university?”

“Then I’ll tell the dean what’s happening, the trouble this is causing you, and if he doesn’t want me to go to the local press about this, he’ll let it go. Just don’t make too much noise if you bring someone special over.”

She gave Jackson a wink and left.

He looked down at the key, and he felt no shame in the tears forming. The validation from the university he was looking for was finally found.

Guess I should give my new room a look over.

He moved like a kid in a candy shop, missing the snickers and hushed laughter at his antics. If he had heard them, he wouldn’t have cared.

When he got to the staff hallway, he walked down. His stomach sank the further he walked. Seeing something for the first time coupled with excitement pushed adrenaline throughout his body. Adding to it were the sporadic cobwebs and the alternately lit lights. He felt like an urban explorer. Giddiness bubbled as he walked towards and entered the last room.

After entering the room, he saw indeed it had been a long time since it was last used. Sheets covered the bed, a spider moved in the corner, and a layer of dust caked every available surface. His heart dropped until he ed that he was given a retreat that no one else, aside from the staff, had. Jackson smiled.

One Week Later

The air outside turned from frigid to freezing, and Jackson spent more and more time in his retreat. His sleep improved drastically, and his professors even commented on how much happier he looked. His quality of work improved as he wasn’t distracted by the fear of being kicked out so Eric could fuck another girl. Stella even got permission on his behalf for Jackson to have a key to the staff entrance of the library after giving the dean a lecture that would make any southern granny proud.

Stella, who was an angel in a cat themed sweater, even came to help him get the room actually clean. Jackson bought her a new cat figurine as a thanks.

He last saw his roommate as he was bringing over his belongings. Eric was confused to say the least, as he hadn’t been told that Jackson would be leaving. Jackson walked in with a box and started packing. Eric didn’t complain though as he started moving the beds together while Jackson was grabbing the last of his belongings as a final way to assert dominance.

“What do you think? Now I can have two at a time.”

“Good for you. Now I don’t have to worry about my shit reeking of sex.”

The jibe didn’t go unnoticed.

“At least I can find someone to have sex with me. I’ve heard you in the bathroom, yanking your little dick.”

I just have to walk out the door. I just have to leave and I won’t have to deal with him again. I just have to...

“So, you’ve been looking at my dick, Eric? I didn’t know you went both ways.”

Shit

Eric’s face crimsoned, the vein in his forehead twitched, and the muscled adonis lunged across the room. Jackson was known for being smart, not being fast. The mountainous form of Eric landed on top of him knocking the wind out of Jackson. Blow after blow rained down. The weight of the man twice Jackson’s not-quite diminutive size made it impossible to breathe. His vision blurred, and red splotches appeared more and more on Eric’s large fists. Jackson feebly tried to push Eric off of him and tried to squeeze himself out from under his assailant, but his efforts were fruitless.

“That’s enough!” A voice shouted.

In the chaos, someone must have heard the yells and noises not as being the usual that came from this room, but ones of violence, and came to check on what was happening. Eric’s bulk was lifted off Jackson and the yells of someone going berserk persisted while people crowded the hallways. Cries of ‘call 911’ and ‘get the campus police’ rang out and people ran to make the entry to the room where Jackson lay in a pool of his own blood much easier. Someone came to help keep him awake. The campus police were fighting to put Eric in handcuffs.

Finally...

“Make way, move.” An EMT shouted after some time. Behind him was another EMT and campus police.

While the EMTs istered first responded care to Jackson, the police finally handcuffed Eric, who by this time realized the trouble he was in.

“He made a move on me!” Eric yelled to no one in particular. “I was defending myself from the little sicko!”

“N...no,” Jackson wheezed out. “Lies.”

“Don’t talk,” the EMT told Jackson. “You’ll only hurt yourself.” He paused to look at the crowd staring at Eric in disgust. “Besides, I don’t think anyone believes him. Let’s get you to the hospital. Try to stay awake for me.”

Jackson put a valiant effort into staying awake, but didn’t make it to the dorm hall’s entrance.

“Come and knock on our door.

We’ve been waiting for you.

Where the kisses are hers and hers and his.

Three’s company, too.”

Jackson opened his eyes and saw that Stella was sitting in the room with him, humming along to the theme of a sitcom. The room looked like a small hospital would. Jackson grunted as he tried to shift his body.

“You’re up!”

Jackson tried to speak, but found his jaw held immovable by a metal device. The muffles only made Stella laugh a little.

“Don’t try to speak. During the attack, he broke your jaw and the doctors needed to do surgery to fix it, among other things. I.. I’m gad you’re okay. But you stay here while I get the doctor. Oh, look at me being ten shades of stupid, you can’t get off the bed.”

Jackson tried to see why, but bolts of pain shot throughout his body.

That’s why.

Eventually the doctor came in, followed by a nurse who began looking over Jackson’s vitals, the dean, and the police.

“Well, Jackson, you’re incredibly lucky to be alive,” the doctor began. “I see you noticed the broken jaw, but your nose was broken, as well as your clavicle. You had several broken ribs and a perforated lung. You’ll also need dental implants for the missing teeth. And you also lost a lot of blood. Yes, you’re quite lucky to be alive. We’re also keeping watch for any neurological damage obtained from the blows to your head.”

Fuck me running.

“I think you’re out of the woods in of any life-threatening injuries, but you’ve got a long way to go until you’re recovered. Now, the dean and police are here to explain what will happen going forward.” He paused to look at the two. “You realize the condition that he’s in. Do not agitate my patient or you’ll be removed from the hospital.” The doctor left, but the nurse remained.

The dean spoke first, “Jackson, we are incredibly sorry for the turn of events that have transpired. Eric has been arrested and as of an hour ago, expelled from the university, despite his father’s protests. The officer is here to get your side of things, but seeing that you’re unable to speak, that can wait. We know that your former roommate accused you of sexually assaulting him…”

“Sorry to interrupt, but I feel that it’s best that I take over,” the officer said. The dean shut his mouth with a click. “Sir, while your former roommate is wanting to press charges against you, there is more than enough evidence that he’s lying based on the state of your belongings scattered around you, the size difference, and other factors. Please do not worry about that, but, if you’re able, can you nod your head for ‘yes’ and shake your head for ‘no’ to answer our questions. At this point, it is only a formality.”

Jackson nodded, with only a mild twinge of pain.

“Don’t worry, we only have a few questions. First, did you sexually assault Mr. Madison?”

Jackson shook his head, which caused more pain. The nurse gave the officer a stern look.

“Find a new way to get your answers, officer,” the nurse commanded and looked at Jackson’s neck to see if any stitches had opened.

“My apologies, can you give me a thumbs up or down instead?”

Thumbs up. The nurses nodded her approval.

“Did you have an argument with Mr. Madison?”

Thumbs up.

“Did Mr. Madison attack you?”

Thumbs up.

“Were you able to defend yourself?”

Thumbs down.

“Did you call for help?”

Thumbs down.

“Were you able to call for help?”

Thumbs down.

“Is there anything else you want to say?”

Jackson gave the officer a look that said, ‘are you serious?’.

“Sorry, I have one more question. Do you know a Stephan Maddox?”

Jackson’s brows furled. Thumbs down.

“Thank you, sir. It’s nothing to worry about. I’ll let you get some rest. Dean, if you’ll come with me, I need to ask you some more questions about Mr. Madison’s history and ….”

The room returned to silence as the two left. Jackson despite the pain he felt was happy at the fact that Eric was in jail.

Not that much will happen being a politician’s son.

“Now that they’ve interrupted your rest, you should be able to move your hands to control the remote, but please do not strain yourself. Do not move your upper body.” The nurse placed the TV remote in his hands. “If you need something, press the red button and I’ll be here. There are police outside your room in case the person who did this does get out. Though I don’t think you need to worry about that.”

Great. Round two, fight.

The episode that he woke up to was ending and another callback began its ditty. Jackson let the dulcet tones of the next theme song lull him back to sleep.

The next time he woke, a man easily ten years his senior stood at the foot of his bed talking to the doctor. He was tall with curly hair greased back to allow his forehead to be easily shown. His muscles stretched the limits of his pristine white button-down. The tanned skin popped against the light colors of his clothing. Anyone who took three seconds to look at him would be clear as to his capabilities in bed. The expansive bulge threatened to break the zipped fighting to keep the girth contained.

“Mr. Maddox, I greatly appreciate your offer, but your treatment is untested, not recommended by the FDA or any other agency, and it poses so many ethical questions the answers would never be answered in our lifetimes.”

“I understand your reluctance, doctor, but I think this discussion is also something that Mr. Jackson would be best involved in, and as he is awake and watching us speak, we’d best be quick in getting him up to speed.”

The doctor sighed but gave Mr. Maddox the go ahead.

“Good evening, Mr. Jackson, my name is Stephan Maddox, and despite the circumstances that have led to you being here, I want to present you with the opportunity to skip the rehabilitation and move straight into making you into the man you were meant to be.”

Jackson’s eyebrows furrowed in skepticism, to which Stephan laughed.

“I understand your skepticism, but my company has developed a formula to help reconstruct the body, repair damage, cure diseases, et cetera, et cetera.”

“You’re forgetting to tell him that is is highly dangerous and could cause problems we’d have no way of resolving.” The doctor interjected. “The only reason you’re even in here is that your company owns the hospital. Please don’t pretend that you’re his doctor.”

Stephan stood to his full height, dwarfing the doctor.

“Yes, we do own the hospital, and you also know that we have had successful human tests with no negative side effects. If you cannot remove your biases, maybe you need to find another hospital to work at, doctor.”

The doctor stiffened and left the room, leaving the tall stranger and the bed-bound Jackson.

“Now that he’s left, let’s talk about this, or in your case, listen.”

Jackson struggled against the brace keeping his mouth held shut.

“Don’t let what the doctor said scare you,” Stephan began. “Science has been moving to this point for a long time now. You could either heal naturally and risk developing mobility challenges, or you can take advantage of this opportunity. With your natural frame, you’d have never developed much musculature nor stood taller than the shortest of people. With the scars you’ve received from the attack, I doubt that many would want to be with you. If you take this opportunity, you’ll be given the body that matches the potential I see. You’d walk out of the hospital tonight a new man. If you have any doubts about the validity of my claims, note that I was the first person to undergo the process. What do you say?”

Images of Jackson being more than he was flashed across his mind. Standing tall and not having to worry about being attacked by someone bigger than him, matching his intelligence to a form suitable to use it without being called into question, and being the one people looked to in awe were tempting.

Stephan gave him a pad and pen after seeing the motions for writing.

What about the sudden change? It’d be weird to go back to university being completely healed and in better shape after a vicious attack. Too many people saw me.

Stephan chuckled, “Don’t worry about that. We can switch you to online classes. When you go back next term, enough people will have forgotten. What do you say?”

Thumbs up.

Stephan smiled.

“Good thing I’ve prepared this then,” Stephan said as he held a waiver in front of Jackson’s face. After enough time ed for Jackson to have read it, Stephan placed it in on the pad. Jackson signed the form and Stephan called for the nurse.

“Nurse, please inform the doctor that Jackson has elected to undergo the procedure and send in the newest intern. I’d like to instruct them on how to ister the serum.”

“Right away, Mr. Maddox. And if the doctor… objects?”

“Tell him that his replacement can be here in one hour.”

Jackson watched at the interchange happened. The nurse who had been the only one who assisted him was truly the one in charge at this hospital if she was able to casually dismiss a doctor. For the first time, he took a good look at her. She was stunning, despite not being the most endowed in the bosom department, her butt was perfect. Her pale skin stood out beautifully against her dark black hair held back in a tight bun.

“Nurse Jasmine here was also a recipient of the serum that you’ll get very soon,” Stephan answered the unspoken question. “She was in an accident that left her chair bound, but because of the serum, she’s able to keep this place running and let me know if there are any potential recipients. Lucky for you.”

Soon a small man entered the room. He was as pale as nurse Jasmine, but his hair was platinum blond. Bright green eyes looked into Jackson’s own and the smile he received was dazzling. The plump pink lips stuck in a perpetual pout left Jackson incredibly jealous of whoever this man was sleeping with. As the man turned to grab something, Jackson locked in on the cheeks that seems to defy all sense of gravity. Stephan chuckled at the antics happening and told the man to stand in the corner and observe.

“I’m going to inject this directly into your veins. It’s a serum that contains millions of nanobots. They’ll move around your body. Once dispersed evenly, they’ll analyze your DNA, find the best potential genetic form, and change your body to be the best it can be. This will hurt, but you’ll thank me after as it only changes your physical form, not your mental state.”

Stephan took a syringe that contained a shimmering, metallic blue liquid and inserted it into the IV port in his hand. The shimmering liquid entered his veins, and the effects were instantaneous.

Jackson writhed in his bed. Every inch of his body stung as if bees were stinging every cell in his body. The clamp holding his mouth shut was quickly removed as the metal rod that was inserted to fix his jaw began to shift through his body like it was being pushed out through modeling clay. Jackson was unable to scream as his throat was shifting and adjusting for the new muscles building. Baby fat that still remained on his body well into adulthood evaporated. Muscles blossomed across his lengthening form. Bone and sinew stretched, warped and molded into a shape familiar with the person that was once Jackson. His member, which Eric had correctly referred to as small before, could never be called anything remote to that again. His balls began swelling until they reached the size of large eggs.

Had the experience been any less painful, Jackson would have been amazed at the changes taking place. After a while, Jackson felt he was able to move again. Covered in sweat, he lowered himself from the drenched hospital bed.

The first thing he noticed was that he was on the same level as Stephan. The man who entered the room to watch the process sauntered over to Jackson and began moving his dainty hands up and down Jackson’s marbled chest beneath the hospital gown that now ended a little above his knees. Before Jackson knew that he was only interested in women, but the soft touch, the worship, and adoration made his now massive member expand to its maximum length. The small man sank to his knees and began to lick and suck Jackson’s cock while letting his hands stray to his now pantsless ass.

“You feel it, yes?” Stephan asked. “The power of standing over another man. The sheer pleasure of knowing that someone is submitting to the task of providing you pleasure.”

The warm mouth working its way up and down the length never ceased in its efforts. Jackson moaned in pleasure.

This is what Eric had every day. No wonder he had a girl over multiple times a day.

“I’m not gay. Why am I enjoying this?”

Stephan shook his head.

“It’s not about being gay, straight, bi, or any other sexuality. It’s about power and using that power from whatever position you can. Doesn’t it feel good accepting his hard work? He knows his place in the hierarchy, but he also knows his power. He could stop and leave you here having to finish things off yourself. He could bite down and ruin the serum’s hard work. There is power in everything we do. It’s whoever acts on that power is who is actually powerful. Take control of him, Jackson. Assert yourself. Make him aware of who has the power.”

Jackson’s hands moved to the smaller man’s head.

Did I ever learn his name?

Does it matter?

I always thought that the first blowjob I got would be with someone special.

Isn’t this special? Isn’t he happy? Don’t you feel good? Look at him. There are tears in his eyes from being able to worship a man.

He does look happy.

Yes, he does. You can make him happier by doing other things.

Images filled Jackson’s head: Jackson being the smaller man over, fucking him, cumming deep in his ass, filling him up, dominating him, dominating others, dominating the man who put him in this room.

In the outside world, Jackson followed through on some of the images doing re-runs in his head, cementing the role he now held in society. He lifted the smaller man. No, not a man. A boi. A boi meant to serve me. He lifted the boi off his sufficiently lubed cock and bent him over the bed. The tantalizing sight of his pink rosebud twitching around the base of a bright pink plug drove the beast inside of Jackson into overdrive.

After fighting the boi’s anus’ strong grip, something he was very excited about, Jackson paid respect to the future receptacle of his cum. He began lapping at the boi’s hole, sticking his tongue deep inside. The boi whined in pleasure and begged for more. The boi tried to play with his leaking cock, but was stopped by a swat on the ass from Jackson.

“Did I give you permission to touch yourself?”

The deep baritone that was now his voice came out as a whisper but lacked no less authority. The boi placed his hands on the other side of the bed while Jackson resumed his ministrations. After deciding that he’d done enough, he flipped the boi over. The floor beneath him was slick with their combined pre-cum.

Aiming his now gargantuan cock at the puckering hole, Jackson eased himself in. The boi’s breath hitched. Rarely had he been intruded by anyone of Jackson’s size. Soon, Jackson was bottomed out in the boi. They locked eyes, and when given the confirmation, Jackson began thrusting. Starting slow, he picked up the pace, hitting the boi’s prostrate repeatedly. The boi came after minutes of relentless thrusting. Jackson was nowhere near close. He continued the ravaging, kissing and tweaking the boi’s nipples. Moans and cries emanated from the room. Had this been any other hospital, the police would’ve been called.

Stephan looked on in pride as he watched the formerly small and weak man now assert himself over the wills of others, an ability made easier by the pheromones now emitting from Jackson’s armpits. He was beginning to feel the effects of the pheromones but was able to resist the temptation. This was Jackson’s time. They’d have fun eventually.

Thrust after thrust, moan after moan, kissing, tweaking, fucking all led to one moment. Jackson felt the cum churn in his balls. He knew he was close. When he was about to erupt, he laid down on too of the boi, bottomed out once more and flooded the boi in a deluge of cum. The boi’s cum from before was added onto by the ropes ejected his cock, adding more lubricant and making their slippery. Jackson found it difficult to stay on top of the boi and pulled out. Rivulets of cum leaked from the boi’s thoroughly fucked asshole. The boi stared blankly at the ceiling. Jackson laid down next to him, panting and trying to catch his breath.

“You see the pleasure you can have, if you allow yourself to take it. Look at the pleasure you gave him. You can give that to others.” Stephen said after he’d had a moment to calm himself down from the show in front of him.

“Yeah. I do. What do I do now? I know I have to continue school online, but what about court dates? I’m sure that me showing up completely healthy is going to get him off the hook.”

“Don’t worry about that. That’ll be your first assignment.”

“Assignment?”

“Of course. That paper you signed wasn’t only a waiver, but also an agreement to work for my company developing this technology.”

Jackson shot to his feet and stared Stephan in the eye.

“I didn’t see anything about that! I wanted to work in technology.”

“It really doesn’t matter, and you will work in technology; you’ll work in nanotechnology. The serum we gave you didn’t include the permanence condition, which was why it was so painful. If you don’t do what you’re told, you’ll be made into something less than the boi you just fucked with none of the mental adjustments and all the pain.”

“You wouldn’t dare, fucker!” Jackson snarled.

“Wouldn’t I?” Stephan said with an eyebrow quirked. “You don’t know what you’ve gotten yourself into, Jackson. I’d give it some time before you made any threats. Let’s get back to your assignment.”

Stephan sat in the hospital room’s only chair, leaving Jackson standing as the boi had stretched, making it impossible to sit on the bed.

“You’ll be brought to the police station by the officer outside,” Stephan began, “and once there, one of our he’ll bring you to the shower room where Eric will be bound. We can’t change his body, but we can change his entire identity with this.” Stephan held a vial with a pink fluid. “These will let you program him to be whatever you want mentally. You can make him drink it, suck you off with it on your dicks, or whatever you want as long as he ingests it. You only need to make sure he’ll tell his dad that he did it. From then his dad will get the charges reduced, and Eric be sentenced to anger management. The next time Eric shows his face in public, he’ll be a new man.”

“What did I get myself into?”

“Nothing that won’t lead you do a life of luxury and wealth if you don’t fuck up.” Stephan said.

Jackson sighed and got dressed in the clothes that Jasmine brought in. He resisted the urge to let her suck his cock but promised that he’d come back and let her in order to get her to agree to letting him leave. What he hoped would’ve been just karma paying him back for being attacked by Eric turned out to be the thing that would control both of their lives then on out.

Upon reaching the station, Jackson was escorted to the showers and true to Stephan’s word, Eric was handcuffed to a chair in the showers. For the first time, Jackson really took in his roommate. He could see why so many people threw themselves at him for the chance to get fucked by him. The hard muscles he worked hard for at the gym were firm as he tried to escape from the shackles holding him down. The buzz cut added to the angles in his face which featured the most luscious lips Jackson had ever seen. His torso was covered in hair that tapered down to a thick bush at the base of an ittedly beautiful cock.

Jackson’s own cock stiffened as he took in the sight of his roommate, bound and ready to be trained.

“You’ve got 30 minutes. Don’t take any more time than that or my chief will notice.” His escort said as he walked away. Jackson took a look at the retreating form of the officer. His ass filled out the pants nicely.

He’s not so bad himself.

Focus on Eric. Make him yours.

Jackson shook his head at the voice but followed its instructions.

“Well, well, well, look what we’ve got here,” Jackson said in a singsong voice. Eric stiffened and tried to cover his genitals but was unable.

“Please, you have to let me out of here. I don’t belong here.” Eric pleaded.

The memories of Eric making his life hell resurfaced. The beatings, the mocking, the pranks, and making him feel unwelcome in his own dorm flashed through his mind. Jackson, who was conflicted even when looking at Eric, made his decision.

He walked towards the bound man and shoved the vial unstopped into Eric’s mouth as he plead once more. The contents emptied directly into his throat, leaving Eric with no way out of what was coming.

“Please, my roommate is… the...real… Oh shit, Jackson!” Eric screamed. Color left his face as he realized the situation. “How?”

“You’re going to find out, but first, how do you feel, bitch?”

Eric’s mind was growing fuzzy, as if cotton was replacing his brain. He knew he should say something, but he didn’t know what.

“Lost your train of thought? Don’t worry, I’m here to help you, Eric. Listen carefully.”

Eric’s mouth gaped open as he looked up at the now naked Jackson.

“The more you look at me, the more obedient you become. The more obedient you become, the more dependent you are on me to make decisions for you. And if I have to make decisions for you, that must mean that I’m your owner, right?”

Jackson aimed his cock at the entrance of Eric’s mouth.

“Own..er.,” Eric croaked. “O..bedi...ent.”

“Good boy,” Jackson said as he stroked his finger around Eric’s lips. “Every time I say ‘good boy’ you’ll fall deeper and deeper into a desire to please me at all costs. MY pleasure will be your most important duty. The more pleasure you give me, the more I say ‘good boy’. The more I say ‘good boy’, the deeper in love and submission you fall into. The more you submit to me, the more pleasure you feel. Do you understand?”

“Yes..”

“Good boy.” Eric moaned in pleasure. “Now, open your mouth. The more I fuck your mouth, fuck your ass, touch you, or degrade you, you’ll forget about any attraction to women. Memories of fucking women will be replaced with memories of submitting to me, worshiping me, and pleasing me. Memories of anything else aside from life essentials will fade. Dreams and, oh yeah, use your tongue, and desires you had before will fade. Your new dream will be to please me.”

Eric hummed in agreement and started bobbing his head around Jackson’s prodigious cock as memories being created of him sucking Jackson’s cock filled his head.

“When I, oh, cum down your throat, all the changes will take hold and you’ll only me as being your master, which you’ll call me in private.”

Jackson held Eric’s head in place as her increased the tempo of which he was fucking him. Slobber, spit, and pre-cum flew in globules around the two. Moans came from Eric’s mouth around Jackson’s cock. He knew that Jackson wanted to take control and submitted, as it was only natural for him.

Jackson moaned loudly as he shoved Eric’s head to the base of his cock. Starting as a few drops became a flood of cum that left Eric leaking cum from his nose and mouth. His eyes fogged as the lack of air and the sight difficulty breathing due to the cum coincided with the programming cementing itself in Eric’s mind.

Jackson told Eric what to say when his dad asked him about what happened. He’d tell the judge the truth and likely be sentenced to anger management.

A knock on the door told Jackson his time was up. He wiped himself off with a towel from nearby and got dressed. The cop took a look in the showers and nodded his head.

“Thanks for shutting him the fuck up.”

“Anytime,” Jackson replied. “Anytime.”

Present Day

Since the day he met Stephan, Jackson’s life had been easy pickings. Sure, he did horribly unethical shit, but it’s not like he’d ever succeed in proving anything against the company if he tried to bring the operations to light. He’d only end up less than Eric who was still fucking himself on his master’s cock.

“Master, my father emailed me. He wants me to visit so he can introduce me to a girl.” Eric informed Jackson. Eric continued bouncing up and down on Jackson’s cock, tweaking and playing with his nipples. His large cock slapped his and Jackson’s abs, precum flying everywhere.

“Don’t worry bitch, we’ll take care of him and the slut he wanted to introduce you to. Just keep doing what you were doing.”

“Yes, master!”

Jackson brought Eric down to his nipple to which Eric latched on. Jackson’s heavy balls slapped against the bottom of Eric’s cheeks. Feeling the churning, Jackson bottomed out into Eric for the first of many times that night.

Luckily, his other slaves knew that he needed his bags packed for Atlanta and would be ready for the trip first thing tomorrow afternoon.