The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

(The tape begins with the camera aimed at the tent flap, closed, from the inside.)

Jake: “You ready?”

David: “Yup. Let’s do it.”

(The camera heads forward and pushes through the tent flap. It pans, taking in the ashes where the campfire was, the other two tents with their flaps open, obviously empty.)

David: “So where do you think everyone is?”

Jake: “Dunno. Maybe they went down to that creek?”

David: “Worth a shot.”

(The camera, as they walk, aims at tree trunks, underbrush, a trail, Jake’s back and butt. After a few minutes, the view changes to an open area bordering a creek, some ten yards across. Damien, naked, crotches in the shallows. The camera zooms in on him. Half of his face is covered with shaving cream. He holds a small mirror in his left hand, draws a safety razor over his cheek with his right.)

Jake: “Dude. Where’s the professor and that other guy, Ted?”

(The camera zooms in, unsteadily, to an extreme close-up of Damien’s face, looking up as he rinses the razor in the creek.)

Damien: “They went down that way. The professor wanted to talk to him in private, I guess.”

David

“Man, what’s with that Ted dude? He’s, like, so fucking shy. What does it take to get him to open up?”

Damien: “He’s all right once you get to know him. Give him a chance, dude.”

(The microphone picks up footsteps. The view tilts and turns, picking up Ted, in denim shorts and hiking boots, preceding Professor Thrull as they approach from an adjoining trail.)

Thrull: “Ah, David and Jake, so nice of you to join us. I was beginning to think you were going to sleep all day.”

(Ted looks dazed, or half awake, and the camera tracks him as he walks past. He strips off his boots and shorts—no underwear—then picks up a bar of soap and wades out into the creek.)

Thrull: “David, why don’t you come with me a moment. There’s something I want to show you.”

David: “Uhm, okay. Sure, Professor.”

(The camera follows Professor Thrull’s left shoulder down the trail. In the view beyond him, the trail opens out into a clearing.)

David: “So what’s up, Professor?”

Thrull: “I just wanted to show you something, David. Put the camera down and come over here a second.”

David: “Huh?”

Thrull: “Put the camera down. That’s right. This will just take a minute or two, then you can get back to your documentary.”

(The camera pans down at the approaching ground. It settles on the ground, aimed mostly at Professor Thrull, who stands off-center in the frame. A moment later David, in just a pair of old green gym shorts, walks into the frame—the camera watches his calves, thighs, butt, back, and head sequentially enter the view as he walks toward Professor Thrull.)

Thrull: “You remember this? The crystal I show you sometimes? You know, when we’re talking.”

(The camera sees Professor Thrull hold something up, but David’s shoulder blocks the camera’s view.)

David: “Yeah?”

Thrull: “Here. Take it. Here in the sunlight it sparkles even more than it does in my office, right? Hold it up into the light.”

(The camera sees David hold up something, a faceted crystal dangling from a black cord.)

Thrull: “That’s it. Hold it up a little higher. See how it flashes? I bed now, in the sunlight, you can see the secret hidden deep inside it. Remember our talks in my office? Remember how looking into the crystal always helped you relax and get in touch with your subconscious? I know you just woke up, so your subconscious, which was in control while you slept, is probably still aware, still trying to communicate with you. Hold the crystal up, just a little higher. That’s right. Let it dangle in the light. Maybe you’re trying to let it hang steady, but perhaps your subconscious wants it to see it move, see it sparkle. Just let your subconscious let it move if that’s what it wants. See how it sparkles?”

David: (Distantly.) “I ... I can’t stop it ...”

Thrull: “Just let it start to sway if that’s what your subconscious wants. It’s all a sign that your subconscious is taking charge again for a little while. A sign it’s okay for your conscious mind to take a step back and let your subconscious take over for a little while. Let’s try a little test to see how well your subconscious is communicating with your conscious mind. All you have to do is see if you can follow my words. Just look into the crystal—deeper—and follow my words. Not just what they mean—try to pay as little attention to what they mean as you can. Just follow the sound. Let it help you relax and let your subconscious mind take charge.”

(The camera watches Professor Thrull step closer to David, whose eyelids are fluttering.)

Thrull: “You may be feeling yourself starting to relax. I know you’re trying to be attentive, but you know how easy it is to just relax and let yourself drift. So easy to just drift. Let the sound of my words carry you off. Back to the place where your subconscious mind is in control. Back to that place where you close your eyes and sleep. Sleep now.”

(The camera watches David’s head drop forward. Professor Thrull moves in behind him, standing close, his hands on David’s biceps, steadying him. What he whispers into David’s ear is too soft for the camera’s microphone to pick up. David occasionally grunts or makes a sound that might be agreement. Professor Thrull glances at the lens and the camera catches a smile at the corner of his mouth, as if he realizes the camera is recording him. Professor turns David in profile as he continues to whisper into David’s ear. The camera watches the Professor’s hand slide down the front of David’s torso, easing down the front of his gym shorts, freeing David’s erection. His hand wraps around that erection, pointing it toward the center of the screen as he begins to stroke. Professor Thrull glances at the camera again, and then whispers something. The camera records David’s groan and his body quaking as he ejaculates onto the grass. After a few more strokes, the Professor tucks aw! ay David’s cock and slips his shorts back into position. He whispers into David’s ear a little longer, then snaps his fingers. The camera watches David’s head snap up, his eyes open and blinking.)

David: (Yawning.) “Huh? Sorry. I guess I zoned out?”

Thrull: “Don’t worry about it, David. Let’s head back to the others.”

David: “Sure.”

(David grows larger in the frame as he trots over to the camera. He disappears around the edge of the lens. The view jolts, then shifts as he picks up the camera, and aims it at Professor Thrull.)

David: “Lead the way.”

(The camera follows the back of Professor Thrull’s head back to the previous clearing where the men were bathing. Damien, still naked, is sitting beside the creek, watching Jake, standing in water to his navel, rinse the soap from his shoulders.)

Damien: “Hey.”

David: “Where’d Ted get off to?”

Damien: “Went back to camp.”

(The camera focuses on Jake, who is wading back toward the bank and wiping water from his eyes.)

Thrull: “Jake, would you come with me for a moment, please?”

Jake: “Huh? Oh, sure—just let me dry off and get dressed.”

Thrull: “That’s okay—you’re fine the way you are. This won’t take that long.”

Jake: “Well, okay, I guess.”

(The camera swings around to follow Jake following Professor Thrull out of the clearing.)

Damien: (Off-screen.) “You better get cleaned up if you’re going to.”

(The camera pans around to Damien’s bare shoulder, then veers up to his face. The lens pulls back, taking in his naked body from knees to crown.)

David: “Huh?”

Damien: “I said, you better get cleaned up if you’re going to. Want to borrow my soap?”

David: “Huh? Uh, no, that’s all right.”

Damien: “You okay?”

David: “Just a little groggy or something. Guess I’m not woke up god yet.”

Damien: “Guess not.”

David: “You going to sit there all day?”

Damien: “Me? You’re the one just standing there pointing your camera at things.”

David: “I meant, would you mind? I’d like a little privacy.”

Damien: (Slightly indignantly.) “You asking me to leave? How come? You got something I ain’t never seen before?”

David: “It’s not that.”

Damien: “What? You nervous? The big campus jock is afraid to get undressed in front of me? Is it ‘cause I’m gay?”

David: “Uhm, no, I just—”

Damien: “It is, isn’t it.”

David: “Listen, why don’t you just put some clothes on? This ain’t some ‘reality TV’ show. You don’t get extra points for hanging out naked, you know.”

Damien: “Maybe I like being naked. Ever think of that? I’m good-looking. I’ve got a nice body. Maybe I like showing it off. You gonna tell me you never like to show off your body, Mr. Shorts So Tight He’s Almost Spilling Out of Them? You afraid I’m gonna watch you get naked and I’m gonna get all hard and stuff? Or are you afraid you’re gonna get all hard looking at me?”

(In the bottom edge of the view, the camera records Damien’s penis shift, begin to harden. Damien wraps one hand around it, casually, and begins to stroke. His other hand strokes across his smooth chest.)

Damien: (Softly.) “You afraid of me or something? You afraid you might like it?”

(The camera aims steadily at Damien as he leans back. His sizeable cock is hard now, and he strokes it slowly. He stares into the lens and grins slyly.

Damien: (Closing his eyes and moaning.) “Oh, yeah!”

(The camera zooms in on Damien’s cock. It’s large, thick, uncircumcised. His cock and stroking hand fill the screen.)

Damien: “Oh, yeah! Mmm ... I’m gonna cum!”

(The shot pulls back, taking in Damien from forehead to mid-thigh. His body spasms and his cock spurts strips of sperm across his chest. It glistens in the morning sunlight.

Damien: (Opening his eyes and grinning.) “Wow ... So did you enjoy that too?”

David: “Huh? No, man. Dude, you’re a dude—that doesn’t do anything for me.”

Damien: (Swirling a finger in a puddle of semen on his chest.) “Oh, yeah? Then why did you just film me jacking off for your documentary?”

David: “No way, dude! Fuck this crap.”

(The camera turns away from Damien as David stomps back down the trail toward camp. The camera angles crazily down, rushing across grass, rocks, a fallen tree, as David paws at the controls.)

David: (Angrily.) “Fuck this shit!”

(The camera turns off. After a few seconds of static, the signal resumes. Back at the campsite, the tents have been broken down and everything packed. The camera pans across Ted, shirtless, as he shoulders his backpack. Beyond him, Jake, also wearing only a pair of shorts, adjusts a strap. Though apparently still early in the day, the temperature must already be hot, as the camera picks up sweat glistening on their skin.)

Thrull: “Everybody ready? We’re going to have to push it a little harder today—we’re getting started a little later than I’d planned.”

(The camera follows Professor Thrull and Jake as they head onto a trail. As they cross a hilltop, the camera turns, taking in a sweep of mountains, treetops, blue skies.)

Thrull: “Okay, guys. Five minute break. Who wants water?”

Damien: “Cool. I’ll take some.”

Jake: “It’s gonna be another scorcher.”

Damien: “Already is. I’m practically melting.”

Ted: (Yawning and shifting his backpack.) “Yeah ... the heat’s really taking it out of me. I’m ... tired already ... Can’t hardly ... keep my eyes open ...”

Thrull: “That’ okay. That’s your subconscious speaking to you. It’s telling you it’s okay to just let go and let your subconscious take charge. Remember yesterday? Remember how your subconscious stepped in and took charge and helped you handle the heat and exhaustion? It’s letting you know it can do the same thing again if you want. All you have to do is relax and let your subconscious step forward. So easy. Just as easy as it was yesterday. Isn’t it?”

Ted: (Yawning again.) “Yeah ... I ...”

(The camera turns toward Ted in time to catch his eyes close and his head slump forward.)

Thrull: “That’s it. See how easy that was? So easy. So easy to open your eyes again and look at me and still stay in that deeply relaxed state where your subconscious mind is in control. Open your eyes, Ted. Look at me. That’s good—you’re doing fine. Ted, why don’t you start the countdown, just like yesterday, so your friends can join you. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, guys? Making the heat and the exertion so much easier to bear.”

Ted: (Slowly.) “Three hundred ... two ninety-nine ... two ninety-eight ...”

Thrull: “That’s it. See how easy?”

Damien: (Joining in.) “Two ninety-seven ... two ninety-six ...”

Jake: (Joining in.) “Two ninety-five ... two ninety-four ...”

Thrull: “David?”

David: (Joining in.) “Two ninety-three, two ninety-two ...”

Thrull: “That’s the way. Just let the experience unfold for you the way it ants to unfold. Don’t try to fight it. It’s perfectly natural. Everything happens so naturally and easily. I’m wondering if you’ve noticed that you’re already counting a little slower. See? Counting a little slower already as your conscious mind relaxes and lets your subconscious step forward again. Already feeling it start to happen again. See? See how much easier it is this time around? Already your arms are starting to feel heavy again, just like before, only so much heavier, so much sooner. So very, very heavy. So heavy they just hang there. You couldn’t lift them even if you tried. In fact, they’re so heavy you just can’t be bothered to lift them at all. Just let them hang there, so heavy, so limp and heavy.”

(The camera angles downward, hanging from David’s dangling arm. After a moment, it picks up Professor Thrull’s legs, moving in closer. The camera jolts as the Professor pulls it from David’s grasp. The view rises, reversing, and the camera eyes David, Jake, Damien, and Ted, all standing there as if daydreaming, listening.)

Thrull: (From behind the camera.) “See how easy? I know you’re so tired already. I can see it in your eyes. Can you feel it? How tired your eyes feel? Very tired. Already your eyelids are beginning to feel very heavy and very tired. You may even start to feel them wanting to close. Yes. Already wanting to close ...”

(The camera tilts upward, and Professor Thrull’s hand pokes at the controls. After fumbling for a moment, he finds the right one and switches off the camera.)