The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Son, it’s time we had that talk we’re supposed to have now that you’re 18.”

Those words normally put fifty varieties of fear into the heart of a teenage boy: fear of not being able to control his laughter at the comic awkwardness of the situation, fear of having their list of conquests exposed, fear that the talk is bred out of a worse situation—but most of all, the fear of being unable to control his boredom and therefore angering his father beyond repair. But for Thomas Farnsworth, that talk would lead to bigger and better things than he could ever imagine.

He’d always found it weird that his dad insisted on having all their “guy talks” at his TV sales and repair shop, but he didn’t mind. It was a fun store full of antique sets that his dad had converted to color, old cabinets they had retrofitted with the latest technology, and more video geekery than Bill Gates’s mansion. The sign out front read Bob Farnsworth Television Service, from the name that invented TV, and the Farnsworth family had taken pride in that heritage.

“Tommy boy! Glad you got my note and dragged yourself away from the AV club long enough to learn a few things from your dear old dad,” Bob said with a fake smile as he let the clerk take over and escorted Thomas into the workshop.

“Whatever, dad. Can we make this quick? I don’t drink, and I damn near choked to death when Al lit up in his car; if that was a normal cigarette, you don’t need to worry about me trying pot, crack, or anything that involves needles,” Thomas replied, rushing the words out in a mumble, torn between wanting to blush and wanting to run back to his friends in the AV club.

“None of that, my boy. No, it’s the fairer sex we need to talk about. I’m worried about you and girls. You’re a good-looking enough chip off the old block, if I do say so myself.”

This was worse than anything Thomas could have imagined. “DAD! Hello? AV club? Automatic forfeiture of interaction with the opposite sex? Forced to invite Allison McMurtry to the prom because my mother knows her mother? Still have braces at 18? Even Betty Park the math whiz is out of my league. So you don’t have to worry about me getting any girls in trouble.”

“Oh, I think you’d be smarter than that, but I’m worried that there haven’t been any girls. Son, it’s quite all right to desire the female of the species. You’d be shocked how many females would see you as a desirable mate. The issue is more about the two kinds of girls that are out there. Sure, there are plenty of girls out there you can have sex with for fun, but there’s always the one girl that you keep for life. For what I’m about to show you, that’s a very important difference, all right?”

“Oh, God, not another sex ed video! I’ve seen them all! Unless—oh, God, if you and mom break into a live demonstration, I’m gonna puke. I’m sorry, but—”

“That’s disgusting, son! Is that the latest rumor going around? Or some new trend I didn’t know about? No, no, no. I’m sure Mr. Russell did a fine job telling you how to have sex, and if he hadn’t, well, it comes pretty much naturally, as long as you don’t fire too early—”

“DAD!” Thomas shrieked in absolute horror.

Bob went on as if Thomas hadn’t spoken. “Don’t worry, son, that stops with experience. What I’m worried about is—well, you know about the family and television. We know a few things about the device that most people don’t, and I’m about to show you a trick of the trade that I’ve been building up to ever since I first showed you the back of a TV set. To the basement, my boy! This will be a rite of passage like none you’ve ever known,” he said, almost bubbling over with excitement.

Thomas was not bubbling over with excitement. He shuddered at what hokey educational tool could be waiting behind door number 2. He settled on some kind of exotic porn, and braced himself for the sight of overinflated forty-year-olds getting banged by unrealistic me, but what he found instead was even more astonishing. “Damn! What’s Eva Ashford doing here? Dad, she hates my guts, you can’t—”

“From the change in your voice, I picked the right girl out of the pictures your mom found under your bed,” Bob said with a smile as Thomas walked towards the couch where his teenage fantasy was sitting, completely glued to the soap opera on the screen. He knew that girls took their soaps seriously, but he wasn’t expecting her eyes to be locked on the screen, drinking in every image as her chest heaved with every breath and sweat rolled down her flushed face.

He didn’t have any hands-on experience, but he knew what all of those added up to. “What. The. Hell.”

“Go on. Cozy up to her. Just be gentle. Might not be her first time—she’s a cheerleader and all—but it’s yours unless there’s something you haven’t told me. This might be the time.”

“If you’re trying to kill me, I think you left the rifle in the trunk of the car,” Thomas said faintly, trying not to notice that Eva hadn’t moved or blinked—but he was already trying to figure out what was going on.

“Well, I can explain now, or you can entertain your guest. Whatever you’d like to do.” Bob winked. Thomas looked away in horror, his eye catching the television, and he blinked away strange afterimages as he plopped down on the couch next to Eva.

“Uh, hi, Eva. It’s Thomas. What’s this, General Hospital?” he asked, genuinely confused as Eva put her arm over his shoulders like it was something she did every day of her life.

“Go on, it’s okay. She won’t bite,” Bob said encouragingly.

“Um. You know, I always thought you were pretty,” Thomas went on, blushing so hard that he had to look away from Eva, towards the screen. Without looking away from the television, he started to let his hand run over Eva’s legs, and he was amazed at how hot they were. “Wow. You seem kinda—mmmph!”

The sentence ended abruptly as Eva vaulted on top of him, covering his mouth with hers and thrusting her hips against him.

“Don’t forget these! I’m too young to be a grandpa!” Bob said with a laugh, tossig his son a box of condoms as he walked upstairs, leaving the young couple to their own devices.

“Wow! I see what you mean about the AV club! I’ll tell my girls to be nicer next time,” Eva said as she adjusted her hair and bra to get ready to go back home. None of her adjustments did much to conceal what had happened in the basement. Bob grinned at her, and as soon as she was out the door, he headed downstairs.

“Umm, dad? What the fuck just happened?” Thomas asked sheepishly.

“What? The fuck! Isn’t that obvious? My God, what are they teaching you children in sex ed today?”

“Daaaaaaad! You know what I mean! Eva’s the hottest girl n school! If she got caught winking at me, she’d be ostracized to, like, Glee Club—so what was she doing jumping on top of me like a bunny? And you were wrong about the no biting thing. I’m not sure I still have my tongue,” Thomas said in a tone that was half thankful, half upset, and all confused.

“Ohhh! You mean the Farnsworth invention!” Bob saiad as if a light bulb had come on.

Thomas looked at his father with the level stare of a teenager unable to believe his parents’ idiocy. “There is not that much sex on television, even if you count MTV. And aren’t you the one who’s always getting pissed about people blaming television for all the wrongs of the world?”

“Son, if I meant television, I would have said television. No, I mean the real Farnsworth invention. If you’re that confused, it means you haven’t been making one behind my back. You’re a good kid—some in this family aren’t. Now, get your... ah, everything... back on and grab your tool belt. Your mom’s sending down dinner, so we’ll have plenty of time for me to show you exactly what I mean,” Bob said, readying his screwdriver.

“Okay...” Thomas said skeptically as he put his jeans and shirt back on.

“Let me unplug this little beauty and show you exactly what happened with you and that dish,” Bob said, turning around the television and unscrewing the back. As it slid out, Thomas gasped in awe. It looked lke a simple enough cathode ray tube setup—except for the wiring and the extra picture tube, both of which were technological masterpieces.

“You got a tube within a tube! But how? How does it reflect the picture that way? And what’s with the second control panel? And why a 1986 Zenith, anyway? Those things are junk!”

“1986 was the last time I needed one of these. The Zenith bit was all your mother’s idea—you know how she insists on shopping clearance sales,” Bob explained in a conspiratorial tone of voice.

Thomas did the math. “Wait. No way. You mean that... oh, God, I’m in a horror movie!”

“No, son, this is reality. Important life lesson number one: mind control is real. Just about every darned urban legend and story you’ve heard has its roots in some kind of truth. Important life lesson number two, so that you’ll actually listen to me: your mom insisted I make this after you were conceived to deal with all the pain you were dishing out in there. This puppy’s been retrofitted and updated a couple of times now. My swinging single days were a long time ago, after all. Dual plasma reflectors, double-ended cable, fifty thousand subpixels to work their magic and knock you both into a fantasy that it looks like you both enjoyed.”

Blushing magenta, Thomas took a longer look at the setup inside the old set so that he wouldn’t have to look at his father. “Subliminal hypnosis? There’s a whole summer reading list on this! I’d say you were crazy, but Eva suggests otherwise,” Thomas said.

Bob broke into a coughing fit. “Wrong! With what we’ve got in here, if I was using subliminals, Eva would be chanting them and you and her would still be on each other. Really, would you expect a descendent of the inventor of television to use such primitive technology. This all works on frequency and sharpness of pattern and color. Look a there dial—that’s a synapse emulator. In English, it matches what your brain does when you’re... oh, let’s call it looking for a mate.”

“No, in English, it makes them hornier than a rhino,” Thomas corrected, but there was no humor in his voice. “But that’s not—”

“Ethical? Legal? Right? Moral? Possible? Son, that all goes back to what I told you before. There are girls for sex and there are women for love. I’m not expecting you to keep it in your pants until you find that woman. This gadget—or whichever one you make for yourself, since you’ve got all sorts of exciting new technology to play with—is for sex, plain and simple. When you find the woman you love, you’ll know, and things will be different. You might not believe me right now—you’re not mature enough to believe me yet—but you will eventually.”

“Oh, goody, the boobs tube really did work!” a female voice said at the top of the stairs.

“Mom! I can explain! She jumped on me, and we got excited, but we used protection, I know we did—”

“Honey, shush. I know all about it. I just thought that better technology had buried that dinosaur. Eva’s parents called.”

“Oh shit!” both men exclaimed as Mary Farnsworth came downstairs in her long red dress, carrying a basket of hamburgers and fries.

“Bob, you should know better than to trust a cheerleader. Really, I thought that was in the instructions your father gave you. And you, Thomas, are going to the tux shop just as soon as we’re done here.”

Thomas started hyperventilating. “How can someone know that quickly? And I had it on the right way! And if they’re that weak, Trojan had better stop advertising their strength! And—”

“The prom’s fully formal, isn’t it?” Mary replied. “I just wanted you to think for a moment, because Heaven knows your father isn’t going to think of consequences like those when filling you in on the glorious opportunities a Farnsworth boy has with women. Eva was the one who called. She’s still in dreamland—you, my boy, have a girlfriend. You ca figure out how to handle that in the meantime.”

“Umm, dad? Were you testing this out on mom beforehand, or is she always this giggly when talking about girls?” Thomas asked.

“I wouldn’t answer that if I were you, dear.”

“Yes, Mary,” Bob said with a nervous chuckle.

Mary turned to Thomas. “And I’ve known about this old thing since before you were born. And I knew as soon as you came out with a Y chromosome, Bob would pass it down to you. So why fight over it? This is much more fun. Besides, someone has to remind you to follow up on all the consequences, and to keep away from prostitutes—you don’t need to resort to that with your little inventioni, and they’ll make you sick. At least Eva’s a nice girl.” The smile on her face was made of pure mischief, and Thomas and Bob both looked nervous as she handed out the burgers.

“Oh, yes. A real nice girl. And both of you, don’t worry, I know this is top secret. This is beyond top secret. I shudder to think what would happen if any of the guys from school got their hands on this.”

“Cheap porn. Lots of cheap porn,” Bob answered.

“Good thing our boy has both heads in the right place,” Mary chirped.

Thomas was unable to stop blushing for the rest of the night.

“Almost finished, dad, but... um, I need cable in here,” Thomas said as he tinkered with a few connections on the back of the brand-new 72-inch television.

“Cable? Why in the world do you need that?” Bob asked, quite disturbed and hoping that he hadn’t misjudged his only son.

“I need another outlet to generate the layers of subpixels so I don’t get a grainy feed and confuse the poor girl. I thought the cable box would be a nice place for it.”

“Except when you give the box back to the cable company,” Bob warned.

“Good point.” Thomas pulled the sim card out of the cable box.

“Are you rewriting a sim card for universal service? That’s terrible! That’s illegal! That’s—”

“Dad, I think the part where I’m wiring a television to make girls want to screw me senseless is a little more morally dubious than stealing cable. I need this thing to distribute the frequency I’m using. This will also make it portable, just in case it’s her place instead of mine.”

“That’s my boy! Always improving on the family tradition!”

“If I’ve got my timing right, this should be ready for after the prom.”

“Eva again?”

“Too risky. I think she knows too much. Why else would her pickup line be ‘wanna watch the Young and the Restless or be the Young and the Restless’?” Thomas said, rolling his eyes.

“Our little device doesn’t work that way, but I hear that some girls are into that kind of thing, so maybe she did know what happened to her. Might just be that she doesn’t have the imagination to come up with a better line,” Bob suggested.

“In that case, maybe she just categorizes the boys she’s slept with by where they first did it,” Thomas said with a wink.

“That’s always a possibility.” Bob paused for a moment to collect his thoughts. “So Eva’s not the woman, or else you wouldn’t be talking about her this way. And there’s nothing wrong with having a little fun when you’re young. When you find a real girlfriend, you won’t need this.”

“You keep saying that.”

“You’ll see.”

“You keep saying that, too.” Thomas shook his head in a time-honored gesture of a young man not understanding a parent.

“Lord, this set’s like a window into Heaven—‘cept maybe with more lust and less clothes!” the young woman in the pastel sweater and black pants gasped out as she watched the church show on the big screen.

“It is rather nice,” Thomas said, slowly ruing his hands through her naturally blonde hair. Using the local Jehovah’s Witness canvasser hadn’t been his original idea, but she had annoyed him enough with her preaching for him to invite her inside. Mary gave the OK, saying, “If anyone will get those pests to leave us alone, it’ll be rumors that one of them was seduced by moral filth in here.”

Seeing that the girl was fully enthralled, he changed the channel to a more appropriate music video and watched as the prude’s morals melted away and she stopped talking. He headed upstairs to grab his condoms.

“She’s ready, dear!” Mary yelled. Thomas could hear why she said that; the girl’s moans were filling the whole house. As he bolted down the stairs, Mary wagged her finger at him. “Next time, you’ll need to be ready faster.”

“Your mother told me what happened. I guess your version of the device works,” Bob said, sounding disappointed as he looked over the sleeping girl.

“What did I do wrong? Mom said it was okay!”

“Well, that just sounds a little too kinky for me—oh, stop blushing, son. I’m not talking about your choice there, I’m talking about your implementation. You’ve got it turned up too high—if you’re not careful, you could do some long term damage, and I didn’t raise you to be that kind of guy. She shouldn’t have been out that quickly or be out this long. Looks like she might wake up soon, and I thik she’s just asleep. Got lucky this time, my boy—looks like you didn’t melt her into nothing.”

Thomas felt the most intelligent response he could make was “Huh?”

“There’s a lot more to this than just turning on the television and having a girl get so hot for you that she can’t keep her pants on. You can kill someone with something like this—well, worse than kill in my book, but that’s a moral and ethical dilemma you’ll learn more about at Iowa. Good thing you’re going out there. Shouldn’t be too many nuts out that way—at least there weren’t when I went. Half power is more than enough, unless you want to be some kind of pimp. At that size, you can do some major damage with that thing—the television, young man, I can hear you laughing behind your hand. Unless you want some brain-dead giggle puppet following you around like a perverted little puppy for the rest of your life, be more careful.”

“Um. Okay?”

“Relax, son, I know you didn’t know what you were doing, and if you’re going to make a mistake like that, better that you do it here, where you have someone who can help you fix your mistakes. I’m proud of you. You’ve done the Farnsworth name proud. You could enter this gadget in a contest—well, if you didn’t have to keep it top secret.”

“That’s why the sim card. Without it, this thing is just an oversized TV. And you know what they say about those cards!”

“Don’t leave home without it!” Bob agreed, patting his son on the back. “And from what your mother’s told me, that Bible-thumper had it coming.”

“I noticed,” Thomas replied, blushing. His parents’ laughter only made it worse.