Chapters tagged mind control

by BarryBarlow

Chapter 1

“Where’s my Tomb, dude?” Ryan asked impatiently. “I’m telling you, this is the spot you marked on the map” I responded for the second time. “But there were animal head-pot-things and a casket and everything!” I sighed. The quality of students the professor had been assigning t...

by BarryBarlow

Chapter 2

Once back at our tents I changed my pants and realising it was now very late we went to bed. It was a rough night as Ryan kept heaving and fidgeting in his sleeping bag. As we ate our breakfast I realised that Ryan looked larger than he did just the night before. “How are you...

by BarryBarlow

Chapter 9

[The next few parts are a self-indulgent detour that leans m/m, if you don't like that sort of thing feel free to skim, the femdom will be back later] Part 4: The Muscle Matrix The backyard of Miles’ house flickered with life under a web of mismatched bulbs, their jittery glow...

by BarryBarlow

Chapter 10

[This is a long character growing m/m chapter, skip if not for you, femdom back next] A Drone’s Gambit The late summer night hung heavy over Kyle’s dorm room, a muggy stillness broken only by the faint buzz of the hive tower drifting through the cracked window. The universi...

by BarryBarlow

Chapter 11

Return to tits The spire loomed over the university quad, its seventy-foot silhouette a jagged scar against the dawn sky, its alien panels pulsing faintly with cyan runes that flickered like distant stars. Inside the house, the hive tower hummed in the basement, its obsidian bul...

by BarryBarlow

Chapter 17

Kyle finally stepped out of Sadie’s room nearly two hours later, glasses slightly crooked and hair messy. His shirt was wrinkled, and there was a faint, unmistakable sheen of dried cum across the front of his jeans. He looked thoroughly spent — the kind of deep, bone-deep exhaust...

by BarryBarlow

Chapter 18

The morning light was thin and gray, filtering through the blinds of Kyle’s bungalow like it didn’t really want to be there. He lay on his back, sheets tangled around his waist, staring at the ceiling fan that spun with lazy indifference. Depression sat heavy in his chest, thick...