The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The hot breeze of the august night carried with it the smell of the deep fried corn fritters that were cooking up next door. The smell of bubbling lard in the deep fryers was obvious to anyone with a nose even though the advertising written in childish scrawl on the side of the kiosk promised NO SATYRATUD FATS !

These smells didn’t matter to the assembled throngs in the metal folding chairs next door. Dr. Quimby, HYPNOTIST EXTRORDINAIRE, was reigning over a court of his own special making for the 3,500th or so time in a career not yet over.

“Ah jes luv mah titties !!!” the obese twenty something young woman shouted out to the crowd. Jumping up from her chair upon hearing her hypnotic trigger she tugged at the many folds of her sweatshirt, it’s local beer logo almost erased from repeated wearing and washings. Crossing one hand over the other she pulled the shirt up from the bottom and drew upward until her two fat mammary glands were exposed. “WOOOOOooooooOOOOOOooooooOOOOOO!!!!! “ she called out doing a fine impression of a freight train whistle while jumping and wriggling on the dirty stage her fat boobies bouncing in the breeze as she gyrated.

Her performance was met with equal whoopin’ an’ hollerin’ by some dozens of men in the State Fair audience who were taking in the final show of the evening. Several of them answered her hypnotized mating call by opening their polyester shirts and exposing a healthy assortment of healthy beer bellies.

The scene continued for a how long ? A minute? Two? Or only about 45 seconds ? The laughter and raucous cheers for the exposed boobs were being milked for all their comedic effect but not by the hefty lady who, as the song goes, could have danced all night. Just at the point where all comedic content and humiliation had been extracted and almost at the point where the crowd would feel a shift toward boredom or worse, sympathy, a booming and deep male voice called out over the microphone:

“I Command You to SLEEP ! “

At once the performance ceased and the fat lady crumpled into a large heap upon the stage. The effect of the deep voice and her total response to it had its effect on the crowd too, boozy and horny though they were, they still felt the recognition of authority and once more became passive spectators.

Stepping over the hypnotized woman, now peacefully sleeping on the floor the Hypnotist surveyed the remainder of the subjects. Quickly passing over the various empty chairs of those subjects whose bits had now ended or those sent back to the audience for being either too drunk or too stupid to be hypnotized he set his gaze on Max, a tall middle aged man and a young blonde woman sitting next to him.

The Hypnotist sported a large smile and walked directly into the blinding beam of the spotlight. He was not tall at 5′10″ but the heels of his Spanish boots added enough height to enable him to look down on all but the tallest of his subjects one of whom happened to be the man in the chair. As was customary. Not fat like so many other hypnotists his age he nevertheless wore the standard black tuxedo-like suit with a piece of red neckwear that in an earlier day would have been called a cravat. Missing was the stick pin with the imperial topaz cabochon—stolen years earlier by a less than deeply hypnotized subject who happened also to be a skillful pickpocket.

“We have yet more fun and games, ladies and gentlemen! We cannot end, we cannot terminate, nay we cannot yet even think of repairing to our homes and beds without one, final, demonstration of my HYPNOTIC POWER !”

The patter was antique, Victorian, repetitive, and hypnotic. It was used whenever onstage whether hypnotizing the volunteers or setting up the ‘bits’.

Walking around behind the chairs where the subjects are seated he places a hand on the sleeping man’s left shoulder.

“Upon my command, to the person whose shoulder I am now touching, upon my command you will awake ! Upon my command your slumber will cease and you will rise up to take your place, to take your place on the stage, and not just any stage. Upon my command you will rise up and take your place on stage as the finest body builder in the world in the champion bodybuilding competition ! Upon this stage you will appear before an audience who appreciate the art of male posing and you will be able to perform a routine that best shows off your body as you flex all of your muscles. A body that is the best physique in the world ! A body that every woman ( and a few men ! ) would want to feel, touch, and rub ! “

On mentioning ‘..and a few men..’ he lowered his voice into a false whisper to the audience while placing his right hand to the side of his mouth as if he were imparting a secret to the audience and then winked at the crowd.

“Awake, Now !!” he commanded tapping the shoulder.

As if being jerked on a string the man’s head snapped up and he opened his glassy eyes. Slowly and a bit unsteadily he stood up in front of the audience to reveal a height of about 6′1″ and a weight of about 190. The loose sweat shirt with an obscure corporate logo draped loosely on the shoulders. Comfortable and well worn jeans hung low on his hips while the only concession to vanity appeared to be the expensive looking Italian loafers worn without socks.

He stared blankly for a fraction of a second then blinked as a person would at a train station when not knowing which line to take.

Max Woodhouse had returned to a place in the mind where this kind of activity had become possible, even second nature to him. An unkind observer would claim that Max was a shill, a plant in the audience to make it a better show than it really was. And it is true that Max traveled with Dr. Quimby and was usually on stage for at least one of the shows each day. Because it was sometimes hard to get people to volunteer or the volunteers who went up on stage were either too drunk or too stupid to be hypnotized, Max’s presence was used to ‘sweeten’ the act. No different from all stage hypnotists. And, it wouldn’t be correct to say that Max was a shill if that implied that he wasn’t hypnotized, because in fact Max was hypnotized—deeply hypnotized. Having achieved an ultradeep level of hypnosis beyond somnambulism over a period of years he could now be programmed to behave in any way preferred by Phineas. By doing this Dr. Quimby was able to point out the laughable assertions made by other professional hypnotists to fool the general public, for example: ‘ all hypnosis is self hypnosis’, ‘you can’t be hypnotized against your will’, and ‘you can’t be made to do anything you don’t want to do’ blah, blah, blah. – lies, all of it !

Then suddenly VRRRROOOOMMMMMMM!!! the sound mixer ignited the trance cut on the speakers, booming out a thumping electronic beat.

Max reacted as if the music had hit him in the chest and staggered one step back. Then the whole expression changed as he took on the look of someone who knows exactly what he has to do. This was now a mission. He had to do this. As the sound bounced out and around the corner of the exhibition barn where the act took place, Max’s hips started to sway back and forth with the rhythm. The blank look was gone, replaced with pursed lips that tried to conceal a smile. This was a smile of pure exhibitionism.

The crowd was loving it already. Applause and hollerin’ only made him exaggerate his movements on stage. Then, with a sudden motion he reached for the thick bottom ends of the sweat shirt and with swift movement pulled it up and over his head with one graceful tug.

The crowd gasped because under the shapeless towel of a shirt was revealed a well pumped chest and arms. The contours of the flexed biceps formed barren hilltops while the veins looked like meandering streams leading down to the joints in a well worked over human physique. It was evident and obvious to all that he had been doing weight training for some time. A deeply ripped abdomen formed the inverted base of a triangle that made up his torso now exposed to the cooling night air.

More cheering.

At the same time he began to strike a pose, flexing his biceps in profile—a classic side chest pose then, turning to face the crowd smiling while the audience could take in the sight of his 17 inch arms.

The crowd loved it.

He performed a front lat spread like an accomplished pro from the circuit. Turning his back to the audience he showed them his arms from behind in a rear double bicep pose. It was a routine in body building posing, a performance, that the audience had clearly not anticipated. And they reveled in the delight of something unexpected.

Phineas watched the audience and egged on both the spectators and the subject.

“More ! show them your muscles, man ! You can do better than that !” he called out to Max.

Then to the audience, “Let’s really hear it for our man of steel !”

An appreciative roar went up from the throng egged on also by the pulsing music as much as by Phineas’ prompting. A few bits of women’s clothing by now had been thrown up on stage as invitation to the hypnotized man, but to do what ?

Again, at the right moment, because Phineas had had so much experience in this, at just the right moment before the viewers would become bored or their attention to wander, just before that moment the Hypnotist Extraordinaire knew just what to do just as Max went into a side profile pose, right arm curled up and left arm curled down.

“FREEZE !!”

The response was instantaneous. Without hesitation Max stopped. There was no slowing down or continuation of motion for a few seconds. Max just stopped. It was as if the stopwatch of time was clicked and his life was paused. Phineas cued the music from a wireless panel inside his jacket pocket and the pumping trance music switched to a softly weird electronic new age ditty.

Max’s head was tilted slightly upward. Soft black curls outlined the head with only slight grey exposed at the temples. The powerful legs were also flexed while the knees were slightly bent.

“ Let’s really hear it for our bodybuilder !” The audience roared approvingly.

“It certainly seems that I chose the right one for this !” Phineas shook his head side to side then reached up and scratched the back of his head, as if to share the amazement with his audience and to indicate that these hypno subs can do the darndest things.

Phineas walked over to where Max was standing, carefully avoiding the sleeping fat lady from the previous comedic hypno-bit who seemed to have passed from hypnotic sleep to natural sleep. He reached out and squeezed the flexed bicep of Max’s right arm.

“Hard as a rock !” affecting a wide-eyed look of surprise and delight he squeezed the other arm. The po-faced grin transformed itself into a leer as he asked:

“I wonder if all the muscles are as hard ?!” then rolled his eyes.

The crowd loved it.

“Take off his pants !” they shouted.

“Take them off ! We wanna see ! “

Stamping their feet several members of the mob tore up bits of paper and Styrofoam from their cups of ‘tea’ into confetti and threw it into the air where it was caught by the cool night breeze and swirled around the two men on stage like a freak early snow storm.

For all the hoopla, Max remained motionless. There was no expression on his face to suggest he had the slightest awareness of the goings-on or that he was now the center of everyone’s attention. The only outward sign of a reaction was the hardening of his nipples in the cooling night. The half smile was the same he had shown several minutes before and the arms were perfectly flexed and balanced.

“No No!!” cried Phineas. “We cannot forget about young Jackie Dawn who sleeps yonder !” Pointing in exaggeration to the hypnotized young woman across the stage who remained slumped in the same chair where Phineas had placed her into deep trance.

Walking upstage right, back to the row of chairs, again avoiding the sleeping fat woman, Phineas stood next to Jackie Dawn. She was a twenty-something woman who looked a bit younger than her years. Long strands of not-too-well dyed blonde hair cascaded over her face. A flamingo pink halter top hung loosely on an ample chest while the tight shorts proudly displayed a local NASCAR hero’s name on one leg and an American flag on the other.

Phineas grabbed the pale wrist of her right hand.

“The person whose hand I am now touching, “ he began, shaking the limp appendage, “ will on the count of three, O B E Y , my command to awaken and see her lover standing in front of her with his arms outstretched. He is standing at the threshold of the house for he is about it leave it. About to leave the house and you along with it.”

He shook her limp arm and went on,..

“Your lover is about to leave and you’ve got to stop him ! You’ll do anything for him as long as you can just get him to change his mind !”

Phineas’ voice was now booming into the portable mic.

“ One, feeling yourself come awake,…Two,…knowing that you’ve got to stop your lover,…Three ….Awake !! “

The life returned to Jackie Dawn’s face as she blinked twice not knowing exactly where she was. Adjusting her halter top then pulling the loose strands of hair back behind her ears she quickly caught sight of Max still standing down stage from her, posed in his bicep curl as unmoving as he had been some minutes before.

“Karl !” she shrieked.

“Karl ! wait up !”

Jackie Dawn jumped off the chair and ran over to where Max was frozen. Her sandals made a ‘phlop phlop’ sound as she ran. Their pink straps matched the pink on her toenails.

“Jackie Dawn you’ve got to tell Karl how much you missed him !” Phineas had now moved downstage himself and was standing on the other side of Max/Karl.

Taking her cue Jackie Dawn continued, “ Oh, Karl you cain’t go you jes cain’t !”

She tugged on Max’s right arm but the muscle man’s pose and bearing didn’t change at all.

“ Oh I cain’t believe you would do this TO ME !” she sobbed letting go of Max’s arm and burying her face in her hands.

The crowd was clearly enjoying the spectacle unfold but they were also slightly on edge. Nervous laughter was now as much a part of the reaction as genuine humor. This was not how most hypnotist shows played out but then Dr. Quimby was known for taking his shows to the limit, taking his all too willing and eager subjects to places in their mind they had never been before.

“Jackie Dawn ! show your affection to Karl ! Give him a reason to stay ! “

Jackie Dawn dropped her hands from her face and perked up by this helpful suggestion.

“Yes ! I’ll show him why he needs to stay ! Stay here with me !”

Immediately she wrapped her arms around Max’s shirtless, shaved chest, or least tried to wrap around him. The size of Max’s body work prevented Jackie Dawn from completely encircling his torso and so without being prompted by Phineas Jackie Dawn pressed her face against Max’s chest, then bit his right nipple.

Well, the crowd loved that part of it. The hootin’ and hollerin’ started up again and this seemed to encourage Jackie Dawn.

“I’m gonna keep my man !” she chortled turning her head to the crowd.

“Yes, Jackie Dawn ! keep him ! keep your man !”

With a look of studied sultriness Jackie Dawn slipped around to the back of Max and, dragging an empty chair from upstage, stood on it from behind Max and wrapped her arms around his neck then started licking his ears and the side of his face, running her hands through his thick curls.

Max was unmoved. The mass of his body hardly budged from the assaults by Jackie Dawn who weighed probably no more than 110 lbs. She was like a yellow bird flitting around him. The biceps remain flexed. His mind was somewhere else.

The tongue bath proceeded to his arms and arm pits which curiously had remained unshaven.

The audience began again to throw bits of clothing up on stage.

She came back around to the front and started on the nipple again sucking hard this time to leave a very red hickie mark in the flesh.

“Moan for me Jackie Dawn, show him how much you love his body!” Phineas called out.

“MMMMMMMMMMoooooooouuuu” as she vocalized her passion.

“He says you’ve been unfaithful, Jackie Dawn, he says you’ve got another lover !” Phineas was controlling the pacing of the event, just allowing enough action to stir up the crowd and as the laugh died away he’d say something to agitate her again so as to order up another response.

“That’s not true !” she wailed. “It was only ONE time!!”

“You’ve got to believe me !” she tugged at Max from the side, pulling at his massive right leg.

“You’ve got to believe me! This time, please! Please don’t go !!” she was tearing up again her face in genuine horror at the thought of him leaving on account of her unfaithfulness. Aspirating her tears she began to choke.

There was a generalized commotion in the audience. Something unplanned for, and anything unplanned for is something that Dr. Quimby does not like at this point in the act. There was a rustle in the crowd beyond their usual bellowing for which sound Phineas had finely tuned his ear.

“You gotta stop that !” a voice called out.

Phineas wasn’t dealing with any hecklers tonight. It was already too late and he was already thinking of a good dinner to come. He decided to talk over the dissent.

“Show him how much you care !” he instructed.

“Prove to him that you’ll be true to him! Prove it with your body !”

This ginned up the audience again who echoed the sentiment.

“Prove it ! Prove it ! Prove it !” began the chorus.

The chant was taken up by the whole group.

“Prove you’re not a slut !” shouted Phineas.

“You can’t say that to my wife ! “ the same voice from the audience was heard calling out a bit louder this time. Was he approaching the stage ?

The crowd loved it and roared with laughter. The crowd wasn’t now for Phineas or Jackie Dawn or Max. The crowd was for the crowd.

Jackie Dawn wiped her streaming eyes and smeared the too heavy mascara—giving her a Cleopatra style of eye makeup or the appearance of a raccoon depending on how you looked at it. Stifling sobs she stepped in front of Max and got down to her knees.

Pandemonium in the audience erupted as she reached up and started unzipping the fly on Max’s jeans. Max, still didn’t move. Not just hooting and hollering now but a foot stamping drunken craziness had taken over. The madness of crowds reigned. You could tell from the pheromones emanating from their sweat and spittle.

Laughing with a kind of lightheaded giddiness then tilting her head back, Jackie Dawn closed her eyes and reached into the pants with her right hand then squealed with delight.

Screaming and yelling erupted from all parts of the cow barn at which point Phineas, fearing a riot, pressed the ‘panic’ button that sent a wireless signal to the computer and killed the spotlights on the stage while at the same time raising the house lights.

The disheveled unruly mob of an audience could now be seen in its semi depraved state. They had been cheated of a climax and were out for blood.

Smokers in the group had had their sway the entire evening since the event was ‘outdoors’ and the bright house lights now illuminated the tobacco haze that seemed to cling to everything in spite of the breeze. Shouting had lead to name calling and then shoving and finally fighting among the more pugnacious.

From the audience, the individuals on stage could only be seen in dark silhouette. Perhaps if they had noticed in that split second of confusion between light and dark they would have observed a woman fellating a man. Blowing him. Or did she actually get that far ?

At the instant the panic button was pressed Phineas stepped up quickly to Jackie Dawn: “ Sleep !” he commanded snapping his fingers. Her head fell limply against her chest, still on her knees her hands falling limply to her sides.

“Count slowly from 1 to 10, and when you reach 10 you’ll be awake with a great feeling, remembering nothing. Start counting now !”

“ One,…..two,…….”

Turning to Max he merely snapped the fingers of his right hand in front of Max’s face.

Instantly Max returned from wherever he’d been and blinked twice.

“Get the car and bring it around to the back entrance,” Phineas commanded. “This has ended badly.”

“…..4,…………5,………..6,…………..”

Max looked puzzled but only managed to say “Ok,” in a rather weak voice.

He made his exit stage right while Phineas was to take a detour through the restroom stage left; both men careful not to disturb the two women remaining on stage.

The closest male toilet to the stage was in the adjacent 4-H agricultural exhibition building “Building America’s Youth!”. The facility had two doors: a solid wooden door that could be locked after closing and during the off season, and a screen door for use when the building was open. The screen door was old and gave a loud squeaky sound as it opened and closed. A fluorescent strip hung from the ceiling around which various moths and gnats fluttered and died. Added ventilation was provided by an open transom window over the two dirty sinks. On the wall opposite the sinks two were squeezed together. Built before privacy was thought important there was no separating panel between them. They smelled of the ammonia of human urine since most of the men who used them neglected to flush and because the hockey puck sized deodorizers had long since evaporated. A few scrotum hairs on the porcelain surface completed the scene.

Phineas entered through the squeaky door and drew a deep breath. He hadn’t intended the evening to end as it did though he would be hard pressed to say how he had wanted it to end since he rarely planned these things anymore and certainly never bothered taking anyone out of trance if it was at all inconvenient to him. The rubes who came to these State Fair shows were pretty well beaten down in their outside lives, why should he treat them differently ?

He went to the least dirty sink to wash his face. There was no hot water. Using only the cold he splashed it on himself. There was no soap and finding there were no towels he dripped over to one of the two toilet stalls where he found toilet paper and there pulled out about 20 feet to dry his face.

Hearing the screen door squeak open he turned around.

“Whad’u do to her ?” The voice was angry, insistent.

“What?”

“Whad’u do to my wife?”

Phineas dropped the paper ‘towel’. “If I knew what you’re talking about, I could tell you that I haven’t done anything to your wife.”

The man facing Phineas was glaring at him like an angry street dog. The hairs on the back of his neck, under the pony tail, were standing up.

“You hypmatized her and now she’s talkin crazy !” he shouted and pointed the index finger of his right hand at Phineas as if it were a gun. Unfortunately, a large paper shopping bag filled with treasures from the State Fair hung from this wrist rendering the gesture less threatening than it intended to be. The words bounced back and forth across the tile of the room making them hard to understand and would be completely unintelligible to a person on the outside.

Alternately clinching and releasing the palm of his other hand there was obviously tension and anxiety in the young man. Phineas picked up on immediately.

He was dressed in a faded beige t-shirt screenprinted with a local beer logo on it. Over that was draped a pale blue polyester running jacket with a torn left pocket. Fine light brown hair was tied back in a pony tail although a few shorter strands of hair had pulled free of the rubber band and spilled over his left ear.

“My friend, “ Phineas began, “ I hypnotize dozens of people every day, some married, others not, some gay and some straight, every color, domestic setting, and range of belief falls under the spell of my voice. Mercifully, I have little memory of any of them, so if you’d care to add some details to your blubbering I can answer you more directly.”

Phineas felt confident in condescending to his accuser as he stood a good six inches taller than the young man and probably outweighed him by 50lbs. Even the clothes the young man was wearing didn’t make him look larger than 150 lbs.

“You did that to her and embarrassed me with my friends with what you were doing to her on stage tonight. You fucked up her mind! You made her give that guy a blow job and now she don’t even know her own name !”

Again he pointed at Phineas raising his voice as he spoke, shopping bag dangling and working himself into an angrier mood.

Phineas’ eyes brightened. A slow smile of recognition crossed his face.

“So you’re Karl !” He crossed his arms and then stroked his chin whiskers a few times enjoying the fact that he had figured out the young man’s identity.

“That’s right you asshole, and yur gonna go back in there and take off that spell you put on her. Yur gonna,..” Karl set down the bag that was in his right hand before he finished his thought. It was obviously in the way of him using his hand to make a point or possibly, to strike Phineas. “….go back in there and undo what you did.” He emphasized the word ‘undo’ as if the hypnotic experience were a kind of mechanical procedure that could be done and undone.

“Karl, you’re absolutely right.” Phineas confessed, pointing his index finger into the air. “ I didn’t know that this was how the evening would turn out, and it obviously got out of hand. Jackie Dawn will just sleep tonight and tomorrow everything will be better. She’ll know you,..know her name,…everything will be as it was….”

“She’s gonna be better cuz yur gonna go back in there and take that spell off a her.” Karl’s voice was more insistent now, more sure of himself as he miscalculated Phineas’ conciliatory words for weakness.

A flash of anger passed across Phineas’ face, but only for an instant.

“You’re right again, Karl. Although what I do isn’t exactly a ‘spell’. There is no black magic or anything of that nature involved. Of course, you’re upset and I’ll go back with you and make sure that Jackie Dawn is well cared for.”

Karl, straightened up from his aggressive, forward leaning stance. His shoulders relaxed slightly and the hairs on the back of his neck, under the pony tail, went flat. After all, he had won, hadn’t he ?

The fluorescent light overhead was humming loudly.

“I have to consult my practice book first, to refresh myself of the induction technique and instructions I should use with her.”

He reached into the pocket of the black jacket he wore and pulled out a small black leather book. Opening it carefully he found what he needed and withdrew it from a concealed pocket.

“Karl, for your trouble, to show that I am sincere, I want you to have this. It is an extremely rare and valuable coin. American silver dollar, Liberty head, 1903, Denver Mint.

Karl shifted his posture from one foot to the other, smoothing back his pony tail he squinted at the object which Phineas held upwards and away from his body.

“The silver for this coin came from the Comstock Lode in Nevada, it’s part of the history of the American West.”

“It must be worth a lot of money,” Karl reached out and, before Phineas could withdraw the coin, snatched it out of his hand.

“Thanks, man. I’ll show this to Jackie Dawn.”

It happened so fast. Could Karl have understood what Phineas planned to do with it? Or was the greed just showing a bit too fast ?

Karl started to reach for his wallet in his back pocket.

“Here, Karl, let me show you something about that. This is how you tell if the coin is fake or real silver.”

“How is that ?”

“Show me the coin again.” Phineas had—Had To—retrieve the coin.

Karl, seeming reluctant to part with the valuable object brought it back slowly from his wallet pocket whereupon Phineas snatched it with his left hand.

“Here you can see when I hold it up to the light. Against fluorescent light, pure silver will produce a rainbow. See it ? See the different colors ? “

Phineas spoke in the softest voice he had used all evening. He held the coin higher than previously just at the point where Karl’s eyes would be looking into the light on the ceiling now flickering slightly in addition to the humming.

“Real silver will create the rainbow while fake silver will be just plain.” Phineas didn’t define what ‘plain’ meant in this context but it was unlikely that Karl would be asking.

“ I don’t see,….maybe it’s not,…”

“Of course it is Karl,..of course it’s real silver,….pure silver,..just look about the head of Miss Liberty. She’s crowned with a rainbow. “ The angle at which the coin was held caused Karl to squint as he looked intently for the rainbow to appear while avoiding the glare to the dazzling fluorescent tube.

He continued,..

“ A thing of beauty is crowned with the light of the rainbow. You can always tell that Karl. You can always tell, when the thing is pure. Just hold it up Karl,….hold it up,…..to the light……..and you will see,………..the rainbow,……..

Karl blinked hard, twice, swallowed and said nothing.

“It might be because you’re tired, Karl. It might be that you’re tired and don’t see the rainbow. It’s been such a long night, hasn’t it Karl? Are you tired Karl ? It’s been such a long night. “

Karl faintly shook his head yes.

“I thought you were,..”Karl began.

Phineas interrupted “….going to show you the rainbow ? …yes that’s what we’re doing now. It really isn’t so difficult you know,..” His voice had become softer again. Gentler. “I’m going to show you where you want to be; where your mind will be quieter.”

“This sometimes helps, Karl. It sometimes helps to close your eyes. That will clear the tears out. And you’ll see the rainbow.”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you Karl?”

“To see the light ?”

“Yes Karl, close your eyes NOW and look for the rainbow. Look for the place you most want to be. I offer that to you Karl. The place you most want to be is within reach, NOW.”

Karl’s eyes fluttered and closed. Phineas was about to smile when Karl’s eyes popped back open again.

“It’s better when that happens, isn’t it Karl, to relax the eyes for a moment. It’s better to relax your eyes so they’ll be able to see all the colors of the rainbow when your eyes open again.”

“And each time, that you relax,….and each time……that you close your eyes….

“Each time,…

“But I thought we’d,…” Karl tried again to say something but couldn’t finish his thought.

“You do this for me Karl,…

“Each time you do this….

“ The relaxation…

“The letting go,…

“It’s all about the light…

“It’s about that place,

“In the light,…

“Where I want to put you,…

Karl’s eyelids were fluttering. His body rocked back and forth ever so slightly. The lips muttered a few incoherent syllables.

“Relax your eyes, Karl,……

Phineas carefully moved his free right hand over to Karl’s neck and gently began to rub the base of the neck in slow circles. Slowly he shifted to massaging his left temple.

Karl didn’t move at this touch. He continued to stare up at the coin, held high above his eye level, blinking and squinting,…holding on….wanting to see the rainbow. It was such a good thing. He’d tell Jackie Dawn about the rainbow. Feels so good now. He wanted to go there. Go to that place.

“And as you close your eyes,

“You will find,..

“The thing,..

“You most want…

“Is within

“ your reach,…

“Close your eyes Karl,…

“To see the colors,..

“Close your eyes,..

The eyes fluttered again, and closed.

“It’s only 100 miles from the rainbow, Karl. It’s only 100 miles from your goal. The closer you get, the more relaxed you will be. The more relaxed you are the closer you will find yourself. Count those miles back for me Karl. Each mile that passes will make you more attached to my voice, will bring you to the light,….to relaxation …..complete ….and total,…..” Phineas was almost whispering these last few words. He had drawn near to Karl’s ear while moving back to the neck massage. The coin went safely back into Phineas’ pocket.

“100,…….99,…….98……

Karl’s journey continued on this and other paths for the next several minutes. Bringing him closer to the goal he most sought. He stood before Phineas, shoulders rounded and mouth slightly open. The eyes were now tiny slits. A wisp of a beard on Karl’s face made him look even younger than his 25 years.

Phineas reached over and pulled out Karl’s wallet. Actually an oversized billfold designed for a jacket Karl had kept it pushed into his hip pocket so that the end corners were dog eared and torn. One end of the wallet was attached to a chain leading to a belt loop where some keys and other doodads were hanging.

Opening the wallet Phineas removed the drivers license and a VISA card.

Exploring further, Phineas reached down and picked up the large paper shopping bag with which Karl had threatened him. It sported the emblem of a local lumber company on it. Inside were brochures and flyers from mobile home companies that had booths at the fair, coupons for satellite tv installation, and a very large bag of Cheetoes.

The air was cooler now coming in over the transom and Phineas could hear the fair workers dismantling the stage where he and his merry subjects had wreaked havoc a short time earlier. The gnats and moths had gone and were replaced now by mosquitoes that landed happily on Karl’s neck.

He stepped in front of the young man and, reaching down, unzipped Karl’s jeans. He wasn’t wearing underwear. Reaching in Phineas drew out Karl’s flaccid 6″member and slowly and silently began to stroke it. Moving his fingers expertly back and forth over the shaft, feeling the head where it had been cut, Phineas was pleased as physiology took over and the organ began to inflate. It was good that Karl was reacting to him this way he mused to himself allowing a moment of triumph in what he was accomplishing with the young man. Phineas then replaced his own hand with Karl’s left hand, cold and clammy, placing it on the growing cock.

“It feels so good to do this, doesn’t it Karl?”

“Feels so good to allow this to happen, as you relax so deeply.”

Karl nodded feebly. Phineas positioned himself directly in front of Karl and began to massage Karl’s temples with both his hands.

“Look me in the eyes, Karl” he commanded. Phineas’ eyes were brown but the specialty contact lenses he wore for the performance caused his eyes to appear solid black. He whispered now to Karl.

“Feels so good that you never want it to stop. Feels so good that you never want it to end. Can’t resist now. Too late.”

The rhythm of the movement of the hands at the forehead matched the rhythm of Karl’s hand on his cock.

“The only way, …..for the pleasure to stay,………is hear my voice,……..follow my words,…………..and I will lead you,………..to the light,……”

Karl’s pupils dilated. A tipping point had been reached. Karl’s eyelids did a hard close. He didn’t move his body yet somehow he was traveling to that same place where Max had been. The place where for one of the only times in his life he had the full and complete attention of another human being and the only thing he had to do for that was to OBEY. There was no other reality. Karl was under control.

Pushing aside Karl’s hand Phineas bent down and gave the engorged cock a long slow lick making a circle around the cut head with his tongue. Karl shuddered.

Straightening up, Phineas’ mood soured. “You’re just a little shit, aren’t you? You’re quite the little weasel for a jealous husband to come in here and take up all my time and threaten me.”

It didn’t really matter now to Karl about those words. He heard them, but they weren’t instructions they really had no meaning. Instructions, orders were the only things he responded to now. If he wanted to stay in this zone—and he did—he only had to follow instructions. To remain in this place of inner abandonment is what he needed. Nothing else mattered.

“Pick up your bag and follow me.”

Like a sleepwalker, Karl looked straight ahead and in a slow motion effort reached down and picked up the shopping bag and then followed Phineas over to one of the two toilet stalls, his hard cock flapping as he walked.

“Pull your jeans down, Karl and sit on the toilet.”

Karl set the bag down then unfastened his jeans and pulled them all the way to his ankles. Making sure of the seat’s location he sat his bare ass on the dirty toilet seat.

“Take your left hand Karl, and massage your cock sloooowly and gently. But you’re not allowed to cum. Under no circumstances are you to cum. The reason is that you have a very tasty cock Karl, as I know, and you want to share that with other people. You’re a generous guy Karl and you want to share the taste of your cock with other men. Other men want to taste it and you want to share it with them. Do you understand?”

Karl nodded as he began to play with his semi flaccid penis.

“When another person comes into the next stall, you will stand up and put your cock through that hole in the wall. Put your cock through that hole so you can share the taste of it.”

Phineas pointed to a 3″ diameter hole that was roughly cut in the wall separating the two stalls.

“ Do you understand?”

“Uh-huh,” Karl looked over to the hole and continued stroking himself.

“Here,” Phineas said reaching down into the shopping bag. He pulled out the big package of Cheetoes and, snapping it open, offered it to Karl’s free hand.

“Eat these. When you’re done with them you can leave, but you’ll have no memory of any of this as you walk out the door.”

Phineas roughly pulled the door to the stall closed and heard the sound of the crunching Cheetoes as he headed to the screen door.

Just as he was at the screen in came Ziggy, one of the carnies who worked for the State Fair Company that moved the exhibits around the country.

He was fat and fifty with a buzzed head of white hair and beard that matched in color and length.

“Ziggy ! “ he cried out in greeting. “Will everything be down tonight ?”

“Sure thing Dr. Q. We’re headed for Des Moines tonight and be there tomorrow night. Heard you’d be there too.”

“That we will Ziggy, see you in the cornfield !” Phineas smiled at Ziggy.

The squeaky door slammed behind Phineas as he heard Ziggy’s footfalls continue over to the one vacant stall and close the stall door behind him.

Dr. Quimby proceeded on into the night to look for Max and the car that would take him away.

Breakfast things were scattered over the dining table in the main room of the ‘long stay’ motel where Phineas and Max had holed up during the run of the State Fair. A plate of cold toast lay on a plate next to the remains of some scrambled eggs. A third of a stick of butter, bathed in crumbs, was on a small saucer. The smell of coffee hung in the air but was not on the table. Instead, a stemmed water goblet half filled with milk and various empty children’s juice boxes were scattered about.

Phineas sat at the table on one of the hard unpadded chairs while idly flipping through some emails that had been printed off the laptop and printer that sat blinking on the nearby coffee table. He wore an uncollared shirt of French blue and grey sweatpants tied snugly at the waist.

“We’ve got some payments that came through on PayPal last night,” Max announced as he entered the room from the adjacent bedroom. He also wore grey sweatpants but since he had been shaving his chest was not wearing a shirt. The thick bulldog neck complemented the rolls of pectoral and bicep muscles.

“I found them, but there’s still a delay before we can get the money. They’re worse than any bank !” Phineas held up the email confirmation from PayPal showing that a hypnotic subject had paid a two figure sum to him.

For the prior two years Phineas had sponsored an ‘group’ on a major internet portal. From there he used it to lure in those persons curious about hypnosis with discussions and offers of free mp3 downloads for help in relaxation, weight control, body building. It was then only a matter of time before he could ‘hook’ them into its addictive nature and email out more intense private mp3’s gradually instilling obedience and sexual submission. From there it was simple to get money. Trouble was, too many of the hypnotic subjects were feckless or poor, or both.

“There was a guy at the gym and he was having trouble with his quads and I told him that hypnosis could really help to stay on his training regimen,” Max indicated while feeling across his chest for any stray hairs. “So I told him I know about some good mp3’s and,….”

“Did you tell him to EMAIL ME NOW ?” Phineas interrupted.

Max looked a bit startled at the interruption in his narrative. Had he done something he shouldn’t have done ? Even after all this time, he could never be certain about what Phineas was thinking. He didn’t answer directly.

“There are several payments in the emails. Not just the one…” Max offered hoping this would please Phineas.

“Yes, but it’s not enough to pay this hotel for the last two weeks. Just a few dollars and the usual collection of emails from cranks worried about going under. Here,,.” Phineas reached over into the pocket of his black stage performance jacket and brought out an envelope.

“Take this and pay the hotel bill with it when we leave, we’ve got to be in Iowa by tomorrow night,” he said handing to Max an envelope with Karl’s VISA card and driver’s license.

“And be sure to insert your photo in the drivers license.”

Max put the envelope into the pocket of his sweatpants and resumed looking over his chest for any errant hairs.

“When did you go to the gym ?” Phineas asked, going back to the earlier thread of conversation.

“Yesterday morning. Before the first afternoon show.”

“Did you get the car serviced ? You were supposed to have it checked out because the alternator isn’t charging the battery.” Phineas was an excellent diagnostician when it came to cars.

Max stopped feeling his chest and looked at the floor.

“No,” he said softly. “ I ran out of time cause I was talking to that guy and the afternoon show was early.”

“What ! You know you were supposed to have that looked after ! Phineas slapped the emails down in an exasperated motion.

“What if we get to some shithole place along the way and the car dies ? How are your muscles supposed to help us then ?!”

“I, I forgot.” Max stammered, his voice becoming faint. “I’m forgetting a lot these days,” he said squinting and touching his head with his right hand…smoothing out the long black curls.

“I don’t know what’s happening to me. It used to be when you put me under I’d remember it at the time and what I was doing. Now I don’t know anything ! It’s like, it’s like I’m not even there. Like I’m another person. I wake up and I’m in a different part of the stage or off the stage completely ! A different person,” he repeated more softly. “I feel like I’m getting stupid. His huge right pectoral muscle gave a contraction involuntarily as if stuck by a needle.

“Don’t change the subject !” You knew you we have to get to Iowa and we have to drive in that old clunk of a car. Your muscles aren’t as important as that !”

“But you made me work out ! I can’t NOT workout !” he answered uttering a statement that obvious to him now and wanted to make it clear to Phineas as well. Opening wide both arms as if to say something else he stopped himself and gave a shrug of the shoulders.

Lowering his voice and narrowing his eyes Phineas looked at Max directly.

“I gave you what you wanted and I’m still doing that.”

“I just don’t want to be abused,” Max said looking down.

“The truth is you don’t want to be ignored. And when you’re under for me, when I take you down, you have the complete and full attention of another man in ways that you never would otherwise.”

Max opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by Phineas’ next gesture. Raising his right hand, palm open and fingers outstretched Phineas made a graceful arc-like motion while uttering only a single word:

“FREEZE ! “

The curtain rained down on Max’s conscious mind at that split second. It was the passing of daylight to dark. Immediately where he stood Max’s body froze into a statue as he again became the perfect Man-Doll. The hypnotic condition reduced Max to the level of an inanimate object. By dissociating consciousness from his body Phineas was able to gain control over Max. Max became thoroughly objectified.

“I don’t know why I bother with you anymore,” said Phineas to no one in particular as he rose from the chair. He couldn’t have been talking to Max who was still standing and looking in the direction of where Phineas had been sitting.

He walked around Max inspecting him as one would a side of beef. His original intention was to leave Max frozen there for an hour or so to give himself time to finish the emails and then pack without having to listen to him rag on. Then he would ‘revive’ him at the last minute and watch him run to finish up his chores. Amusing. But it was different this time. Phineas had forgotten how good Max looked up close. The chest and back muscles were so well defined. Could Max be right ? Was Phineas responsible for this transformation to muscle jock ?

With his left index finger he traced the nipple on Max’s left side. Then pinched it. Hard. Max didn’t flinch. Phineas reminded himself he had to be careful and even to watch out for Max when he was under like this since he could be hurt without ever feeling or reacting to pain.

He pulled down Max’s right arm down from in front of him and brought it around to the middle of his back. He was the perfectly malleable in this state. Any pose of position Phineas put him in he would maintain indefinitely. Initially, Phineas had had such fun playing with and adjusting Max’s strong body when he placed him in suspension but he hadn’t done it in a long time.

Phineas next moved Max’s other arm behind his back, putting one hand on top of the other. Then, pulling out both hands slightly he ran his own finger around Max’s wrists several times.

“I’m binding your hands,” he told Max. “You won’t be able to move your hands in any way.”

The soap scent from his Max’s shower was mixing with the scent of his skin. Phineas leaned over and licked the shoulder, recently shaven of its hair. It tasted slightly sweet and caused him to draw the unresponsive head of Max closer to him and give a lick to the base of his unshaven neck.

The sight, the smell, and friction of Max – as thing, as object, produced in Phineas different plans for him.

Taking one step back Phineas placed his left hand at Max’s waist and the other at the base of his neck. Pushing gently at the neck Phineas bent Max’s body at the waist and guided his head down to where the forehead rested on the breakfast table making his ass the highest part of his body.

Taking one edge of clothing securely in each hand Phineas gave a sharp tug and pulled down the sweat pants from Max’s waist and allowed them to fall on his ankles.

“Spread your feet,” Phineas ordered.

Thinking they were out of lubricant, he looked at the table then reached over and, disregarding the sharp toast crumbs covering it took a big swipe of soft butter with his right middle finger.

“I said spread your feet!” Phineas growled, more insistent this time and watched as Max slowly wiggled and worked the two feet a further short distance apart.

Taking the buttered finger Phineas reached down and inserted it into Max’s anus. Max was usually tight and required loosening up though he hadn’t used butter for this purpose before and hoped the toast crumbs wouldn’t scratch. Twisting his hand from side to side Phineas worked in the buttered finger up the anal canal until he reached the base of the prostate. Max was tight and maintained a firm grip on his finger. With his free hand Phineas reached around and slapped Max hard on the left pec. “Relax !” he called out. The blow produced a solid thud sound giving evidence of the density of the muscle. Feeling Max exhale he began to relax and loosen his grip on Phineas’ hand. He withdrew.

Finishing that he wiped his finger on the middle of Max’s back, taking care to remove as much trace of the butter as he could. Then, pulling down his own sweat pants he aimed his erect member at the now relaxed and opened up target. Insertion was not painful to Phineas though as mentioned before it was unknown how it was felt by Max. And this had lately started to bother Phineas. He didn’t mind sending Max into a dreamworld and then fucking him, but he would prefer that Max enjoy it.

“Moan for me baby !” Phineas ordered.

A low throaty vibration erupted in the body in front of Phineas.

“Ommmmmmmmmmmm.”

Having inserted Phineas now began to thrust and pull back. It always reminded Phineas of a piston on a steam locomotive.

“Louder!”

“Ohhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmmmmmohhhhhhhhhhh,” the vocalization picked up in intensity and volume with the thrusting.

Back and forth a few times the butter seems to have lost its lubricating capacity and friction was now starting to be felt.

Pushing harder now, and almost spasmodically, Phineas had nearly lost himself in his own trance of possessing Max’s body as completely as he already possessed his mind.

For his part Max continued his throaty warbling sound as his Master reached a crescendo of white noise and heat.

“FUCK!” Phineas called out with one final push and felt himself shoot his load. The phrase was a clich? but always helped him to cum.

The final ejaculating thrust pushed Max hard against the table jarring it. The half filled goblet of milk fell over, spilling the white across the table and into Max’s black hair.

Phineas withdrew then took a deep breath. He was sweating. Wiping himself on Max’s buttock he looked at the clock. It was already 10:30. Not enough time for a nap though he felt like a snooze nor time to enjoy the thought of how much better, happier, the world would be if more people were like Max. Check out time from the motel was noon. He had time enough to pack but not time to waste.

Max was still bent over the table, hands behind his back. Seeing the spilled milk made Phineas frown.

“Stand up!”

Max dutifully rose to his full height while thin streams of milk ran down either side of his face from the wet black hair.

“Release your hands, now and pull up your pants !”

Instantly the cords binding Max’s hands were cut and the two arms slid peacefully down by his side and then squatting, pulled up the grey flannel sweatpants and tied them against his taut waist.

Why do I have to do everything? Phineas thought to himself. Having Max in this deep zone made things move more quickly but only if he knew exactly what he wanted to get done, and this wasn’t always the case.

“We’ve got to get ready to leave. Go in the bathroom and clean yourself up.”

Max started to turn.

“No, wait.” Phineas interrupted his instructions by his own second thoughts.

“We’ve got to do new publicity pictures of the show when we get to Des Moines,….” Phineas continued the habit of speaking to Max as if he were having conversation. “ And I want to minimize the chance that you could be identified as part of the act. You’ve got to change your appearance. Go clean yourself up then shave your face but leave a mustache and then buzz your hair off. You’ll find the clippers in the black bag.”

Max turned and left the room. He rarely said ‘yessir’ anymore which Phineas had noted but it didn’t seem to have had an effect on Max. He still did as he was told, and that was the important thing.

Phineas now turned his attention to preparing to leave. Grabbing the end of the power cord for the laptop he pulled it out of the socket without powering down. As there was no battery, (a necessary concession to cutting back expenses since his own internet ‘sales’ had been down), the computer gasped a few times then the screen went blank. Unclear at this point was whether he or Max had saved the various replies routinely sent out to the assortment of kooks and crackpots who sent him money. Oh well, he thought, we’ll fix it in Des Moines.

Stuffing the computer and it’s snake’s nest of cables into a bag he had only enough time to pull on some jeans himself when there was a knock at the door.

Not a two or three tap of the housecleaning crew wonder if anyone were there. This was an urgent sound. A tap that went on four or five raps, pause then five more and harder !

WTF? Phineas thought to himself.

The tapping continued for a third chorus as he finished fastening his pants and took the few steps to the door which did not have the chain lock on it.

Pity it didn’t for it would have prevented the visitor from becoming an intruder because as soon as Phineas opened the door a whoosh! of sound and smell of tobacco entered the room.

“Ok, where is he?!”

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE ?!” Phineas stepped back dumbfounded as Jackie Dawn pushed her way into the small room that doubled as living area and kitchenette.

“I know he’s here with you. They told me that at the front desk.”

“Lady, you must mean something by barging in here but I sure as hell don’t know what it is.” Phineas was less than courtly from this interruption. He really didn’t like surprises anymore in his life and this surprise was really more of a complication than a surprise.

“How did you find me ?!” Phineas really didn’t know what question to ask. What he really wanted to say to her was to get out.

“I asked around last night. I asked at the Fair Office and I asked that security guard, but nobody would tell me anything,” she looked wildly around the room and then took a long drag on her Virginia Slim that appeared to have been just lit. The exhaled smoke made Phineas frown all the more.

“Then I found this fat guy with white hair. He knew everything. I had to pay him $50, which I didn’t really have. So I paid him $25 and promised him another $25 and then suck his dick, but even that was ok.” She folded up her left arm over her breast and tucked the slightly trembling hand under right arm that extended up holding the still burning cigarette. She was dressed in dirty jeans about one half size too small. A floral print baby doll style blouse that was light and airy for the hot weather covered her top.

“You’ve lost your mind kid, “ was the only thing Phineas could think of to say, “..but you’ve got to leave.” Recovering a bit and perhaps seeing an opportunity he added: “And I have some cd’s that I could sell to you that just might be able to help you see things more clearly.”

“On no! I’ve never felt more alive, never understood more of what I want than last night when you put the whammy on me.” She was a bit calmer now maybe due to the effects of the nicotine or that she had found the room before they left.

“It was all real clear like. I was on my knees and everything just fell into place.”

Just then Max walked back into the room from the bathroom.

“I’ve cleaned up like you said.”

He was still shirtless and wearing the same sweatpants as before but he had shaved his face except for the mustache and his long black curls were gone, replaced by the tight stubble of his new buzz. Some hair still decorated his shoulders.

“EEEEE !!! THERE YOU ARE !!” Jackie Dawn called out and ran over to Max flinging down the cigarette on the sofa and putting her arms around him in as much of a bear hug as she could manage.

“From the moment of last night I knew I loved you !” she blurted out, starting to sob burying her face in Max’s chest.

Max was impassive, still locked or stranded in the remote corner of his mind where Phineas had placed him.

Phineas quickly lunged for the cigarette and burned the tip of his right index finger as he pulled it out of the sofa pillows.

“Shit!” he called out, flinging it into the sink of the kitchenette.

“Listen to me, little girl!” Phineas couldn’t remember her name. “What is your name ?”

“Jackie, “ she answered wiping her tears across Max’s left nipple. “Jackie Dawn. I knew something was different last night and I just had to find you and him again. I, I can’t explain it more’n that.”

“Listen, Jackie Dawn,” Phineas started more sympathetically, “..last night you were hypnotized. You were under deep hypnotic influences. There’s no way you could have fallen in love with Max.”

“That’s not true !” Jackie Dawn let go of Max’s chest and put her hands up to her ears not wanting to hear anymore.

“Ah know what ah’m feelin’ and this is real love.” Jackie Dawn squinted her eyes as if she wanted to repel any negative thought that might come to her.

“And what’s more, I know that he loves me too ! just look here !” Jackie Dawn stood aside and pointed down to Max’s sweat pants where a noticeable bulge was displayed in the groin area and the top 3 inches of the 7 inch cock peeked it’s head through the slit in the sweatpants used for peeing.

The purple head of the cock showed numerous veins and had a large circumference, perhaps too large ? Did Jackie Dawn also notice that object at the base of the penis ? What was that ? A cock ring ? A bit of leather binding used to maintain an erection ?

“Jackie Dawn, Max and I are leaving here,…in about 30 minutes !” Phineas frowned again as he looked down at his watch and realized it was later than he wanted since he had to be out of the room and on his way to Des Moines. This was the limit.

“Not without me !” she shrieked in a ear piercing cry. “Not without me getting what I didn’t get last night ! If you go to Iowa, I’M GOING WITH YOU!!”

Jackie Dawn slumped down to the floor on her knees and took Max in her mouth.

I know I have not always been a good wife what with my drinkin and all but you have to believe me when I teel you I am not bipolar like on Oprah. Anyway, last night was just the most wonderful experience when that hipmatist put me under his spell. I knew right then and there that there was nothig else like it and of course. But when I was with the other man there I know that it was more than I can stand. I know you wont understand because you are way to smart to be hipmotized but I can tell you that its for real. And I love him like I can’t live without him now. So I have to go find him. You have to belive me when I say this. But I can’t stay with you. So take care of yourself Karl and I’ll be ok.