Nathan was just settling in to study when Amanda came into his room, her glassy brown eyes and blank, befuddled expression instantly telling him that he wasn't her first stop that afternoon. She stared at him for a long, silent moment, her brow furrowed in careful concentration as she tried very hard to push even the smallest and simplest of thoughts through her foggy head, and finally came up with, "Uhm, Devon said you had my, uhm, my... my mind?" The final word came out in an uncertain squeak, as though the very concept of asserting something, even something as simple and direct as a statement of fact about an event she'd personally witnessed, felt foreign to her. Nathan couldn't lie, it made his cock twitch with arousal.

He closed his laptop, any thoughts of studying instantly set aside, and asked in a tone of condescending mock sympathy, "Are you sure Devon said it was me? Not Trey, or Calvin, or Bryce?" The apartment building was small, just six units, and pretty much everyone was on a first-name basis by now. Especially when Amanda and Madison made such frequent tours of the building. They didn't exactly have communal meals or anything, but Nathan knew his neighbors better than any of the places he'd lived before moving in here.

Especially Amanda and Madison. "Uhm, I... uhm, I think it was Devon?" she muttered, in the muzzy tones of someone who was both very used to having everything she said questioned and accepted this as a natural consequence of her own constant scatterbrained confusion. "He, uhm, yeah, he said you had my mind and I should go to you to. Uhm." She froze for another long moment, a lock of her bleach blonde hair falling unnoticed into her face as the effort of completing such a long and relatively complex thought exhausted her feeble brain. A tiny bead of drool was beginning to form on her parted lips by the time she managed to finish with, "To give it back?"

Nathan turned in his chair to face her, and it was immensely gratifying to watch her gaze lock onto the bulge in his jeans with the rapt fascination of a stoner fixated on their own waggling fingers. "Well, I'm not really sure if Devon had it right, honey," he murmured, reveling in the way Amanda's stupefied expression contorted in a desperate attempt to follow even the most patronizingly simple sentences. "Can you describe it for me, maybe tell me what I should be looking for? Maybe it's here and I just forgot."

Amanda visibly swayed on her feet as the effort of thinking and staring at Nathan's cock at the same time strained her limited cognition to its absolute utmost. "It's, uhm, I dunno, it's, like... my mind?" she fumbled out, clearly unable to articulate any kind of abstract concept in anything but the vaguest and most simple of terms. "It's, like, what I use to, uhm, to think, and, uhm, resist, and, and uhm, and uhm, and and and uhhhhmmmmm...." She trailed off into vacant silence, her eyes going dull and witless as slack-jawed incomprehension finally overwhelmed her capacity for thought. Nathan's prick went rock hard just looking at her.

Of course they hadn't fully taken away Amanda's mind, even if what remained to her was really only notional when she got like this. She still had enough to walk and talk and do very simple things around the apartment. But the higher functions of the mind, the elements that gave her self-determination and impulse control and an ability to really process her own growing susceptibility to their hypnotic influence, those all flattened out into simpering idiocy the moment she was triggered... and she couldn't come back to herself until one of the men in the building decided to take pity on her and give her back her mind.

That wasn't going to be Nathan. "Oh, right, your mind!" he chuckled, tapping his forehead as though he couldn't understand how he'd ever forgotten such an obvious concept. Amanda's face lit up with a bright, puppyish smile, only to sag back down into plaintive defeat when he added, "I'm sorry, I already gave it to Bryce. He's got your mind now, you're going to have to go and get it from him." Bryce was hanging out with Calvin--they were the only ones in the group to live in the same apartment, and by this time in the afternoon they were probably already making out with each other--but they were both bi, and they were always up to add a third. Especially someone as pliable as Amanda.

Who was still staring at the bulge between Nathan's legs in mesmerized fascination, her eyes almost unblinking even as she mumbled, "I, uhm... I guess I should, uhh, go and... get it?" Her feet remained rooted to the floor, though, and it was honestly downright adorable to watch the drool beginning to trickle down her chin and into the cleavage exposed by her skimpy crop-top as she struggled and failed to overcome the submissive lust bubbling away inside her empty head. Nathan was never more grateful to Trey for his hypnotic talents than in moments like these, even though he was also proud of his own contributions to Amanda's conditioning.

He undid his fly and freed his trapped erection, letting out a tiny hiss of pleasure as just the act of wrapping his hand around his shaft long enough to pull his dick out of his boxers gave him a thrill of potent excitement. He'd always imagined that college was going to be the peak of his sexual activities, but grad school was turning out to be the prime of his life when it came to getting his rocks off and the sight of Amanda's vacant, hypnotized stare always made him so fucking horny it was like his balls were boiling. "Aren't you forgetting something?" he asked, and a tiny gush of precum escaped the tip of his cock at her obvious confusion.

"I--uhm--uhm--" Amanda stammered out, and one of the most delightful things about all the work Trey and the other grad students had put into conditioning her was that every bit of her muddled thought process was evident on her expressive face. She absolutely knew she was forgetting something, because she was always forgetting things because she was such a dumb and silly slut, and confronting that realization only made her feel even dumber and weaker and more helpless to resist her programming even as her surface consciousness struggled and failed to comprehend the specific memory Nathan was hinting at. It was all so downright beautiful Nathan sometimes regretted ever letting Amanda think for herself.

But he'd probably feel guilty if she flunked out of grad school, too, so it was probably better to leave her with at least a little bit of her own brain to use every now and then. Besides, between her and Madison and that friend they'd started inviting over on weekends, Nathan's dick was getting drained probably about as much as it could handle anyway.

He finally ended Amanda's sputtering confusion by telling her, "You don't have a mind, remember?" and the expression of relieved gratitude on her face when she realized someone was going to think for her made Nathan's erection feel like it extended several inches beyond his physical body. It was just so fucking hot to watch someone as intelligent as Amanda--and he hung out with her plenty while she was in control of her own brain, he knew how smart and self-possessed she usually was even if she had no idea she was ever any different--getting reduced to utter, pathetic helplessness and knowing it was all down to him. His power. His command of her will. Fuck, it just made him want to jam his cock down her throat right there on the spot.

But he held back, knowing that anticipation would make things all the sweeter. "You don't have a mind," he repeated, intoning the words in a hypnotic cadence he knew Amanda would recognize and be vulnerable to. "You don't have a will of your own, you don't have any resistance, so you can't leave until you're told. And I won't let you leave until you take care of my cock. What does that make you want to do, Amanda?" Her head was beginning to droop forward now, familiarity doing most of the work a formal induction would normally involve, and her tongue began to loll out of her mouth in an instinctive desire to lick away the tiny trickle of precum she watched in helpless, cross-eyed fascination.

Even this question took her a moment, her mind now so slow and foggy that the process of verbalizing her impulses pushed her brain to its limits, but eventually Amanda managed to mumble out, "...muhh... makes me wanna... suck?" Her speech was slurred almost to the point of incoherency as her instinctive desire to keep her mouth wide open for Nathan's shaft made it difficult for her to talk, but Nathan was used to interpreting her when she got like this. And most of what she was saying was just what he put in her head anyway.

He held his cock at the base, waggling it with his thumb and forefinger and watching with gratification as Amanda's eyes crossed and uncrossed trying to keep focus on it. "That's right! Good girl!" he cooed, knowing that her susceptibility to praise would take her even deeper into submission. "It makes you want to get down on your knees and suck my dick. And you can't really stop yourself without a mind, can you?" Amanda's head twitched weakly from side to side, but it was the slow thump of her knees hitting the floor that provided a more direct and obvious answer to his question.

She crawled across the carpet with her expression now fully transformed into ahegao lust, saliva coating her chin as she fully succumbed to her mindless need to suck and submit, and the spectacle was so potently erotic that it almost felt relaxing to finally feel her lips seal around his dick. It was a relief to experience that wet, sucking pressure all along the length of his shaft, to have his cravings satiated at last, and Nathan barely even realized at first that he was huffing and grunting and tangling his fingers into Amanda's long blonde hair so he could fuck her face with wild, uncontrollable urgency.

She made the most adorable gulping sounds while she sucked, and it was equally enticing to watch her desperately try to make eye contact with Nathan the way she'd been trained only to fall victim again and again to the conflicting impulse to gaze up and up and up until only the whites showed behind her fluttering eyelids. Nathan and the others had made sure to tie in plenty of pleasure suggestions to guzzling cock for Amanda, both because they didn't want this to be an unsatisfying experience for her--they had some ethics, after all--and because the better blowjobs felt to her, the easier it would be to condition her to give more. They were all psychology graduate students, and one of the very first things they learned was that rewards worked better than punishments when it came to modifying behavior.

It felt like only a few minutes before Nathan's self-control gave out and he gushed a torrent of cum down Amanda's throat, even though he knew it had to be longer--pleasure produced its own kind of trance, a state of relaxation and total focus on the need to release his lust straight into his sexy fucktoy's open mouth until the jizz dribbled out around her lips. And one of the clearest signs of trance was time dilation. Amanda was literally hypnotizing him with his own dick, even if she was far too brainwashed to have even a hope of using it against him the way he did against her.

He pulled her off of him, leaning down to kiss the top of her head and helping her clean the cum and drool from her chin with his fingers, and gently reminded her, "Bryce has your mind, sweetie. You need to go see him to get it back." She nodded vacantly and rose to her feet, swaying unsteadily back out of the room and in the general direction of Calvin and Bryce's apartment. They'd no doubt tell her they just gave it to Trey, forcing her to complete the circuit of every unit in the building before she could find someone to release her from the hypnotic spell... all of which assumed that one or another of them wasn't horny enough to keep her the whole night. Which was a distinct possibility.

Nathan didn't think he could go again quick enough to justify keeping anyone, though... a sentiment that lasted right up until Madison walked in, her eyes instantly locking onto his softening cock with an expression of rapt amazement on her stupefied face. "Uhm, Trey, uhm, uhm, Trey said you had my... uhm, my mind?" she stammered out, her rudimentary intellect clearly disrupted by the sight of a dick right out in the open like that, and Nathan found his erection beginning to stir all over again at the sight of another beautiful woman entirely under his control.

THE END