My Friend, My Slave

By Quin Rock
published July 9, 2019

While enjoying a gap year after college, Chris offers to let his friend Billy move in. Chris takes the opportunity to remake their relationship using mind control.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Hi all, my name’s Quin Rock. This is my first story, so I hope you like it. It’s a slow burn, and heavy on emotion/romance, but I promise it gets there eventually. I’d love to hear some feedback, and stay tuned for my patreon ( Thanks for reading! //

When we were younger, Billy didn’t strike me as attractive. We met playing soccer, though we weren’t instantly friends. Our parents had been friends, so we saw a lot of each other, and eventually we bonded. It didn’t make so much sense, he being athletic and exuberant, while I was more of a loner. I quickly realized that I was gay, and that set me apart from other kids. Billy must have seen it, but he never seemed to mind, even through high school. Part of me thinks he stuck around to keep me from becoming lonely and bitter. Although I couldn’t say for certain, I admired his kindness. As we got older, I realize, I fell in love with him. His dark hair, his blue eyes. His gorgeous body, toned from sports and swimming. And, of course, he was nice to me when no one else was.

When it came time to leave for college, we started growing apart. We were going to different schools, wanting different things. I focused on my research, and Billy dropped out of business school after a few semesters. I heard he was living with his girlfriend somewhere up North.

A few weeks after my graduation, I was surprised to hear from Billy. Apparently he was returning to New Hampshire, and he wanted to know if I could meet him sometime, to catch up. I told him he could visit me anytime- I had just moved out and was living alone for the summer. A week and a half later, Billy was moving in.

At first it was awkward. I didn’t know what to do with myself when he pulled up to the cabin and hugged me. “Chris, it’s been forever,” he said. He looked thinner than I remembered him, and he had the beginnings of a beard growing. I almost swooned.

“Yeah, good to see you Billy. Come inside and I’ll help you unpack.”

That first day, he told me everything. For a few months, he’d been couch-hopping after a bad breakup. Billy had met a girl in school, and they dropped out to move in together. After a couple years, they fell out, and so Billy needed time to figure out what his future would look like. He said he would try to go back to school in the winter.

“But how’ve you been, Chris? What’ve you been up to?” he asked.

“Nothing, really. I start my apprenticeship this fall, so I’ve got all summer.”

Nothing wasn’t entirely accurate, though. I didn’t want Billy to know that my research was all about psychologic bypass. My project in school was a compound that, theoretically, could bypass a person’s conscious mind and induce them to follow orders. I called it “Minorca.” The university never let me test the compound on a human subject. So maybe Billy’s misfortune had led him to me for a reason. Maybe it was time to finally learn if Minorca worked on people. In the back of my mind, I knew what I would have to do to Billy. I wouldn’t be able to stop myself. But I didn’t want him to get suspicious. He didn’t have to know anything. I told myself I was just sparing him a headache.

I was up late that first night, reading. The cabin was small, and I could hear Billy snoring upstairs. It would be so easy to sneak into his room and dose him in his sleep. He was tired, he wouldn’t wake. I crept up the stairs and opened his door a crack. In the night haze, I could see his lips parted, opening slightly with each breath. I imagined what those lips would feel like against the skin of my neck. I imagined what they would sound like professing love for me.

I closed the door. It was too soon.

The next day I woke up and went downstairs for coffee. He’d left a note on the fridge, which read, ‘Gone swimming. Be back soon. B.’

I smiled. His handwriting was always bad, and it hadn’t changed since we were kids. Billy still drew each capital B in three strokes, as a vertical line with two circles attached. The scribbles were ugly, unreadable, but they were his.

With my mug, I walked over to the window to watch Billy swim. I noticed a trail of clothes on the bank: two balled up socks that had been thrown in different directions, an inverted pair of blue jeans, and a frayed t-shirt. Billy was finishing up, stepping out. I knew his body was gorgeous, but seeing him again, after years apart, it was like seeing a new man.

Billy emerged from the water and jerked his head back and forth, drying his hair like a dog. As he did, cloudy beads of water flung in every direction. Billy had let his hair grow longer in recent months, and now the dark curls could almost cover his eyes. He reached for a towel hanging from a rock, folded it, and wiped from forehead to shoulder, smoothening his hair in place.

Another step forward, and I could see Billy’s body from the ribs up. He was graceful, with a thin, limber frame. His chest was broad and his muscles angled. A small patch of dark chest hair gathered and matted under his collarbone. His arms glistened, dripping, as he walked. Billy could have been a model. Or a god.

When he got back inside, I had an omelette and a cup of coffee waiting for him.

“All this for me? If I’d have known this place had full service, I’d have moved in here a long time ago.”

“Don’t mention it. Figured I should get on your good side, or else you’ll ditch me for some girl again.”

As he sipped from his mug, Billy looked up at me. I thought I’d made him angry. I hadn’t seen him in years, so why should I feel entitled to tease him like that?

“At least one of us can laugh about it,” he said, finishing his coffee. “I’m sorry I haven’t been here for you.”

“It was just a joke,” I protested. But he seemed down about it.

“I know. I just feel bad, calling out of the blue, after two or three years, and then showing up for the summer. I don’t want you to think I’m just using you.”

I smiled, guiltily. Here was Billy, apologizing to me for taking advantage of my hospitality. Little did he know, I had laced his breakfast with a mind control drug.

I’d only spent a few months working on Minorca, so I wasn’t sure how its effects would manifest. I only gave Billy two drops to start, but I wasn’t sure if that would be enough. In my animal testing, injection was the most effective delivery. But I couldn’t stick Billy with a syringe in the middle of his breakfast. And if Billy found out what I had done, he would have killed me. As he cleaned his plate, I wondered how to test if the compound had worked.

“I’m going to get out of these wet clothes, but maybe you and I can go hiking after?” Billy asked. “I’m sure this is a great place for it.”

He started out of the kitchen, and I didn’t have much time to think, so I called after him, “Maybe you should wash your dishes before you go upstairs.”

He paused. Then he turned on his heel and came back to the table, picked up the dishes, and took them to the sink, where he started scrubbing. I watched him the whole time, and he didn’t say a word. When he was done, he walked away like it had never happened.

I took a deep breath when I heard his door shut. Had it worked? Was he following an order, or was he just being polite? Maybe I’d given him too much—was he silent because I had fried his brain and turned him into a zombie? The Minorca was so unpredictable, I couldn’t be sure of anything. All I knew was, I only had a few hours to find answers.

Driving to the trail, I got an idea. Mount Cardigan was twenty minutes away, so there was plenty of time to pass. Truth or dare would be an opportunity to break the ice and test if I really had any power over Billy.

“So, I was think we could play truth or dare, just until we get to the mountain.” I offered.

“Okay,” he said.

Billy was always agreeable, but I’d soon see if Minorca actually worked. I kept driving before starting the game.

“You first: truth or dare?”

“Truth,” he decided, after a bit of thought. It wasn’t the answer I was hoping for, but I had to be patient.

“Alright… But you have to answer honestly, no matter what I ask, okay? That’s an order.”

I glanced over at him, my hands still on the wheel. He didn’t seem put off by my awkwardness. Maybe the drug was working… I searched my mind for a good question.

“How many people have you slept with?” I asked. A personal question for sure, but nothing that would ruin our friendship if he didn’t want to answer.

“I don’t know,” he started. “Honestly, something like thirty.”

He seemed to take my honesty comment literally. Which was good, but still no proof.

“Okay, your turn now. What’ll it be?” He was looking at me, expectantly.

Rather than address his question, I decided to be bold. I hadn’t poured my life into Minorca for it not to work. I had already taken a chance by drugging Billy without his knowledge. Now I had to know if the compound had really taken effect.

“I don’t think so,” I answered. “This is a one way game, so you pick again. Truth or dare.”

I kept my eyes on the road, but I half expected him to slap me. ‘Why are you acting so weird?’ he would say. But instead, he seemed to play along.


Alright, this is it, I told myself. If I was right, Billy would do whatever I asked. So I asked.

“Tell me you love me.”

“I love you.”

I pulled over to the side of the road. Hearing Billy say that was shocking. I felt exhilarated. He was mine.

“Is it weird for you, saying that you love me?”

“You told me to do it, so I did it.”

Interesting. He was rationalizing the action after the fact. I’d have to put down some notes when we got home. But first…

“Kiss me.”

When we returned, I sent Billy inside while I sat in the car with my thoughts. We were coming to the end of the suggestibility window, and I would have to give Billy some commands if I wanted to remake our relationship how I wanted it. The only problem was, I didn’t know what I wanted. I had lusted after Billy when we were teenagers, and then I lost touch. I went away, he had a girlfriend. Now, we were together again, and our friendship could resume. But could friendship ever be enough? I knew Billy was straight, but I wanted to think that he and I could still be together, without any sort of mind control. Yet I had already crossed a line by violating his mind, making him kiss me. I had a small supply of Minorca at the cabin, and the possibilities were endless. I needed more time to figure out my next move.

Billy was waiting on the couch when I got inside, just as I had ordered him. His face was somewhat blank—I suppose in the absence of any commands, in the absence of any regular conversation or a game like truth or dare, he entered a sort of stasis. It was kind of erotic to see him staring vacantly, at nothing in particular. Like I wasn’t looking at my friend anymore, but an instrument for my pleasure. I could do anything to him, and he would be helpless to resist. In fact, he would be eager to participate.

Billy looked up at me when he noticed me standing in the hallway, but he didn’t say anything. I walked over and took his chin in my hands. Billy had a strong jawline, and high cheekbones. I felt so powerful, touching him like that. His stubble pricked my fingertips. I could have gone further, but I had some thinking to do.

“Billy, when I clap my hands, you are going to go upstairs and take a nap. But first, listen to these instructions. When you wake up tonight, you will be your normal self. You’re happy to be my roommate, and you love being friends with me. You’re so comfortable here that you need to be naked all the time when we’re alone together. Do you understand?”

He nodded.

“That’s just how things are. And remember, when you wake up in a few hours, you’ll be completely yourself, just with these minor adjustments. You won’t even realize anything’s changed, and you won’t remember anything we did this morning. You’re the same Billy.”

With that, I clapped my hands. His eyes slid open, and without a word, Billy ambled upstairs. Within moments, I heard him snoring again.

Later that night, as I was cooking dinner, I didn’t even hear Billy come up behind me. The sizzle of warming olive oil, the toast or warming rosemary filled the cabin.

“Morning,” he greeted me. “Or evening, rather,” he corrected. “I must’ve been tired from my trip, I think I slept twenty-four hours straight.”

I turned around and saw something I’d never seen before, something I never thought I would see. Billy stood there, glowing in the kitchen light, fully nude. He was groggy-faced, his hair unkempt. My eyes drifted downward, following the form of his body, from the ripple of his abdomen, along a thin trail of hair, and further still. His uncut cock swung as he shifted his weight from one leg to the other. It must have measured six inches, soft. It swayed there, as I looked at it, nestled in a patch of trimmed brown hair. I admired this perfect cock’s length, its perfect situation between Billy’s two thick, muscular thighs.

“What’s the matter? Something wrong, Chris?”

I looked back up at Billy, and then at the vegetables in the skillet. There would be plenty of time to acquaint myself with Billy’s beautiful body.

Over dinner, Billy asked me about my parents, about my research. I gave him the stock answers I usually resorted to when asked about these things. ‘Good, they’re good… It’s great, I’m grateful…’

I couldn’t stop staring at him. The veins on his arms, his biceps, swoll as he cut through his steak. He even seemed to engage his chest as he used the knife to saw back and forth through the meat. He had no idea, but what I was experiencing was primal. I would have slipped under the table and sucked him off right then, and I probably could have.

“Are you alright? You’ve been distant tonight. I know it’s kind of rude for me to show up and pass out upstairs for a day, so I’m sorry if I’ve been inconsiderate. I don’t know what came over me.” Billy was always concerned for my feelings. This is why I loved him… He was just such a good guy. “We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to,” he finished.

I thought for a moment about my answer. I was feeling bold again. We grew apart after high school, but after this afternoon I watched him to fall in love with me. Or made him. Now, knowing I could change his mind at will, I wanted to know how he felt about me.

“You know, maybe I’m feeling sentimental after college, and seeing you again…” I lost the words. I tried again, “There’s so much I didn’t tell you, back when we were friends.”

“Well we’re here now, and you can tell me whatever. Like no time has passed. It’s only been, what? Two years?”

“Longer, probably,” I answered. I knew it had been at least three years since we’d spoken, and I was sure he knew it too. “But it’s hard now, cause it’s like starting over. And I want to be honest if we’re going to start over. So, there’s something you should know about me.”

He looked worried. I was nervous. But I went on.

“When we were younger, I always would notice things about other kids. Notice things that nobody else noticed.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well… For one, your handwriting. Teachers would always roast you for it, which you deserved, because it’s the sloppiest I’ve ever seen. But I kind of like it, since it’s yours. And I know it like it’s my own.”

“So what you’re saying is, you have a big hard-on for my grubby handwriting. That’s not so weird, I guess.” He laughed at his own cleverness.

The irony of Billy talking about erections while eating dinner naked and brainwashed was not lost on me. But I was too emotional to dwell on that.

“It’s not just that, it’s your hair, and your smile. The little scar on the corner of your lip. I notice these things because I love you, and always have. And I mean love.”

I sighed as those words came. Billy looked down at his plate for what felt like a long while. I did the same.

“I hope I haven’t said too much—“ I cut myself off. I needed to hear him say something back, say we could still be friends at least. Finally he looked back up at me.

“I didn’t even know you were gay.” Billy said it as if he felt betrayed. It stung, I’m sure, for both of us.

“But you’re not mad? I just wanted to tell you the truth. I wish I’d done it sooner.”

“I wish you had too.” At first I didn’t know what he meant. But he continued, “Then we could have avoided all this bullshit.”

“I swear, I thought you’d had some idea about me. It’s not that I’m a totally different person, it’s just that I’ve felt this way about you for a long time and didn’t know how to express it. I just want to know if you could ever feel the same.”

“Be gay? No I’m not gay.” Billy’s tone was defensive. “And I’m not mad at you, I don’t think. But can you blame me for being weirded out? Now I’m going to look back and wonder if you were… I don’t know. I’m going to wonder if you were ogling me and my friends all those years. Don’t you see how weird that is?”

This was not going how I wanted it. I kept protesting.

“I’m just trying to tell you what’s on my mind. I thought you’d understand. When we became friends, I thought it was because you understood and you wanted me to feel less alone,” I admitted.

“Okay, but that doesn’t make me gay, that just makes me a good person. Jesus. If I had known you were going to turn out like this and creep on me, then I never would have put up with you. And you always held me back anyway.” Still nude, he stood up. I was so mad, I couldn’t even admire his naked body like I had. Billy really wasn’t the friend I thought he was. I quickly tried to mend everything.

“I didn’t think this would be a problem for you. I shouldn’t have said anything. I’m sorry, Billy.”

He just started walking, mumbling back to me, “No, I’m sorry. I should never have come here. I shouldn’t have called, shouldn’t have remembered you.”

Behind my moistening eyes, I was scheming. After everything I’d admitted to Billy, even when I had such power over him, he was actually another cruel straight guy. I’d known enough of those, and I thought Billy was different. I thought he would love me for this, and convince me not to mindfuck him. I had convinced myself that Billy was too good a guy to take advantage of, but I was so wrong. He was a homophobic bastard. And recognizing that was all I needed. I decided that I was going to ruin Billy. If he was going to be cruel to me, I was going to make him pay.

With this rage brewing in my mind, I dashed to the fridge and pulled a syringe of Minorca. As Billy was about to start upstairs, I charged up behind him and plunged it into his neck. The effects were immediate; this was a much higher dose than before. He tripped over the railing and collapsed on the carpet before the staircase.

I woke up the next morning, feeling refreshed. My eyes were red from tears, but that was over. I could smell fresh coffee downstairs.

I sauntered to the kitchen, where a stack of banana pancakes and a pot of coffee sat waiting. Billy had been busy. He left a note, which read, ‘Gone swimming. Back soon. B.’ I smiled at his handwriting. It reminded me of when he and I were friends.

The food smelled good, so I sat and ate. Everything was delicious, almost professional. I felt lucky that Billy had put in so much time and effort for a weekday breakfast. I thought, ‘I could get used to this.’

The front door slammed shut. Footsteps echoed up the stairs, and then Billy emerged in the hallway.

“Good morning, Billy. Did you sleep well?”

“No, actually. I was up late cleaning after last night’s dinner, and then I had to wake up before sunrise to start on breakfast.”

“Thanks for doing that, I was just so tired last night I had to go right to bed. And breakfast is terrific. You’re a good cook. It is a lot of food, though.”

I grabbed a pancake with my fingers and flung it across the room. After it landed with a splat on the floor, I said, “There’s your share. Eat up.”

Billy stepped into the kitchen, and I got a good look at his new uniform. A big black leather collar sat high on his neck. Other than that, no more clothes for Billy. No clothes for slaves.

Billy now had a fresh shaven face. Part of me missed the beard, but I could always instruct him to grow it out again. Billy had also had a haircut, very short on the sides with a bit of length on top. He combed it neatly according to my preference. I allowed Billy to keep a little hair on his chest, in his armpits, and a small patch above his dick. Now, every few days, he was responsible for diligently trimming everywhere. He had no choice.

As Billy devoured his breakfast, I got a good look at his round ass and his tight hole. Seeing him on his hands and knees, eating like an animal, I started to spring a hard-on. Billy was almost snarling as he ate, and the brutish noises only got me more worked up. Before Billy could finish eating, I called for him to stop.

“Slave, I think I have a better use for that mouth of yours,” I said, pointing to my crotch.

Billy looked up from the floor, crumbs of banana mashed to his nose and chin. Seeing my erection, he started to crawl to the table. His big shoulder muscles flexed as he wriggled over. I stopped him when he arrived, and he sat up on his knees, groveling like a good slave. I wiped his face with my napkin and threw it on the floor.

“Do you want this, Billy?” I asked. Taunting.

“Yes, master,” he replied. He wasn’t as enthusiastic as I would have liked, but I was still turned on. Maybe I had removed too much of his intelligence.

“Tell me what you want and why you want it.”

“I want your cock, sir. I want your cock because I am a fag slut who lives only to serve you. I am your slave and you are my master.”

“Good answer,” I granted, as if I hadn’t programmed him to say that. To think, just a few hours ago, this was my friend Billy, a totally straight, down-on-his-luck, college dropout. And a homophobe. Now, here he was, on his knees, begging to suck my dick. It was all so new, but it felt right. “Okay, get to work.”

And with that, Billy pulled down my pants, unveiling my hard cock. Honestly, I wasn’t as big as Billy, but that didn’t matter. First, he licked from the base of the shaft, up to the tip, getting it wet to start. Then, Billy opened his mouth and swallowed it. My cock pulsed as he started gliding his cushiony lips up and down, slurping. All the while, Billy was looking up at me with his big blue eyes. His technique needed improvement, as this was his first blowjob, but his mouth felt warm and velvety. It was glorious. Finally, I was having my way with this straight bastard.

I told Billy to clean the kitchen, and he dutifully started dragging his tongue across the floor. In just a few hours last night, I had done a terrific job conditioning him. Just for a laugh, I wanted to show Billy what he had become.

“Slave, I want to hear from the old Billy now. You can talk, but keep scrubbing.” I saw light return to Billy’s eyes, and then horror.

“You fag motherfucker. How the hell did this happen? Why can’t I stop?”

“Well, Billy, you rejected me. That was a bad decision. So I changed your mind. No more decision-making for you.”

“So what now? You’ll make me your slave all summer?” he asked, through his own slobber.

“Yes, it’s going to be a long summer.”

“And then what? There are people that’ll come looking for me. They’ll find out what you did and then you’ll be fucked.”

“Don’t be naïve. In this relationship, you’re the one who gets fucked.”

“If you think I’ll be giving you blowjobs forever, you’re wrong. I’m not like you. You’re sick.”

“Maybe so. But you will do whatever I tell you. You should get used to it. I can change what you think with the snap of my fingers. I own your ass.” I gave his ass a great slap and watched it bounce.

“I can’t believe you’re doing this to me, Chris.”

“You don’t have to believe it, because I can make you believe it. Once the summer’s over, I’ll figure something out. I can make you the perfect boyfriend, the perfect slave. You’re a good cook. I’m sure you’ll make a good dog, and a good footstool. There’s no limit to what you’ll do for me. And the rest of the world will believe you want it. I can make you beg for it.”

“This is disgusting,” Billy cried.

“What’s disgusting is when a person abandons his friend. What’s disgusting is rejecting someone when they want to be honest with you. I always felt like the weak link in our friendship, but now it’s your turn. I have all the power, and you’re nothing to me.”

Billy was fighting back tears, and I almost felt bad for him. But I had given him a chance, the easy way. Now it was too late. He was mine to control, forever.

“Those floors better be spotless. Old Billy can go to sleep now. Just be a good slave and keep at it.”

The tears faded from Billy’s eyes, and all that remained was obedience. Billy continued to lick our dirt and cum from the kitchen floor.

“Yes master.”

I left him to his work. There was so much to do, and all summer to do it.

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