In September, 2011, Mr. Scade asked the authors over at the MC Forum to write an allegory of sorts, and this was my entry into that contest. This is a work of erotic poetry. Any similarity between the people, places, and events of this story, with real people, places, or events, is completely coincidental. This is my own work, so please don’t post this anywhere else without my permission. I welcome all comments and criticism. My email address is mudak326@gmail.com.
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless ’Hind, by Mudak
Come gather ’round, friends, let me tell you the tale
Of the work and the sorrow of Jason
Who, when in his youth
Sought pleasure, not truth
Not knowing the pain he’d be facin’.
When he was a lad, he saw a comic book ad.
His paper-route money did he send
For a powerful toy
That fascinated the boy:
It offered power without end.
The ad he had found, it boasted of dreams
Made true from just a small trinket.
A few words he would say,
To induce all to obey
The hypno-coin, or so he did think it.
Thanks to the boasts: what the coin could achieve
He lost not a minute, to buy it
He sent off in a flash
All his hard-earned cash
For a power he couldn’t deny it.
He eagerly sat by the post box by his home
’Twas the summer of his discontent
Many weeks he did wait
It came on week eight.
For now everyone would know his intent.
The box it sat there, neatly wrapped up in paper.
He heaved a deep sigh of elation
’Fore getting his prize,
Did not realize
What would soon be his indignation.
He gathered the token and looked at its design.
Inside of his palm he did hide it;
Walking out of his home
Seeking someone to own.
But who? He knew fate could decide it.
I add that at his age, his mind was quite green
He sought status and cash, nothing more.
For what else was there
To a young teen to care
About finding other things to score.
He walked for a mile, perhaps a little bit less
Towards a popular hang-out for his peers
At Luigi’s they serve
Pasta plates with verve.
If you are of age, they will also serve beers.
Just outside of the door, Jason’s smile grew wide
When young Jennifer he did spy
She stood there alone,
Talking on her phone
And he knew he should give her a try.
His heart it did pound, as he watched her discuss
The day’s issues with persons unknown.
She cursed and she swore
Of problems galore.
But he waited ’til she was off the phone.
He strode up to her, confidently assured
That soon she would do all his bidding.
He told her that soon,
Her mind it would swoon.
She laughed, gasped, and then said, “You’re kidding.”
He scowled for a minute and shook his head no.
He showed her the coin in his hand.
He told her to stare.
She brushed back her hair
But she would not give in to demands.
She was not so rude, as to tell him to leave
For he had in the past helped with science.
She asked what she saw,
He hemmed and he hawed
Before telling her about this appliance.
Once more she did laugh, I’m telling you now
For she couldn’t believe what he owned.
Jason, of all folks
Knew not of this joke?
He just blushed, and stammered, and groaned.
She laughed and she laughed as she turned away
And strode into Luigi’s palace
He wanted to run
To hide from the sun
And now feared being looked on with malice.
As it turned out, Jennifer did not speak
To anyone else of this shame
But Jason did swear
In sun’s fading glare
That he would someday win this game.
He paced and he paced, hiding the coin away
Never speaking of it or his plans
At all, but he knew
When older he grew,
All folks would give in to his demands.
So I’ll tell you, friends, we’re now ten years beyond
The greatest shame of Jason’s youth
He hasn’t forgot
The coin is worth naught:
But now he can manipulate truth.
Jason never forgot what he’d spent and he’d lost:
In a box, the coin was well hidden.
He’d hoped that someday
He would find a way
To enable it to do as it’s bidden.
So he constantly sought to improve the design
Using wires and lasers and chips.
Mechanical skills
Would someday yield thrills
When the coin’s powers he would someday flip.
In college he learned all the tools he could use
T’accomplish what some might call magic:
To make the coin work:
The ultimate perk
Should gain triumph from acts once called tragic.
Once he had finished his schooling, he found
For residing, his very own place
In the coin he installed
Some bearings from balls
Microchips, a laser on the coin’s face.
He spent days working and tweaking designs
Before hazarding but one try
On his youth’s mistake.
Mem’ries he would rake
Symbolically helping to fly.
At last! He was ready! To his workshop he strode.
With the coin and additional fixings,
He paused and he sighed
Then cracked the coin’s side
Before working electrical mixings.
He laid the coin down upon his bench
As we wiped the sweat off his brow
He wore jewelers specs
Thinking about sex
And cash and limitless power.
All those would be his, should he make the right fix
He banished bad thoughts far away
And focussed upon
The task to be won
He’d use it, of course, soon one day.
He labored for hours, seeing naught but the coin
The flickering shadows on the wall
By his torch were cast.
Knowing not of how fast
His labors had followed their call.
By dusk it was complete, he held it aloft
And laughed from a madness within.
That decade old ad
Would not make him mad
When he thought about its path to sin.
It soon would be time to test out his work
But first he decided to shower
He’d wash himself clean,
Go out on the scene,
And then make use of this power.
Whilst he cleaned himself in the fog-shrouded mist
He thought about whither to travel
He thought of his need
To release some seed
And some silly minds to unravel.
Once cleansed, he retrieved a towel to dry,
And dressed himself all in black.
A night on the town
Would yield him a crown:
The king can not trump the jack.
He called his friend Gary, in hopes to depart
For a night of revelrous fun
But Gary had plans
With a lady named Ann
Those two could not add on one.
He phoned his friend Steve next, his hopes still quite strong
The phone Steve didn’t answer.
After twenty one rings
He hung up the thing
And figured he’d try one more chancer.
At last he called his brother; he knew what Ken wants:
Ken revered the female form
In naked beauty.
They sought out booty
At the club called Urban Storm.
Jason scowled a bit but then he felt
That this might prove a virtue:
Here to find women
Naked, not swimmin’,
You knew that they would not hurt you.
I’m telling you, friends, that they drove to the club
Where they each paid their admission
They watched the girls dance
Jason pondered plans
To get one to join in submission.
Both brothers watched the dancing girls’ acts
As a child might watch a rocket.
They felt nothing wrong,
Amidst pasties and thongs.
Jason thumbed the coin in his pocket.
After an hour of watching and tipping the girls,
Jason yearned for enslavin’.
He took up the chance
For a private dance
With a comely young vixen named Raven.
Raven undressed and put on a nightgown
Before taking our hero’s warm hand.
Led him to a room
’Twas dim without gloom
She bade him to sit where she’d stand.
Once settled, she told him the rules,
She couched it more like a request:
It might not be much,
But he could not touch
Her anywhere, especially her breasts.
He took his hands from his pockets, resting them on his knees
She towered above him and swayed
She wiggled her hips
And then licked her lips
As he considered the game to be played.
She bent down low over him and in sultry voice
She spoke of mischievious deeds.
The things she would do
For more money, it’s true
To satiate his more carnal needs.
On this, he decided, that he should thus act
He told her he’d like that and more.
She simply giggled,
And her breasts wiggled
As he showed her the coinage in store.
He bade her examine the fruits of his labor
As he brushed its edge with his thumb.
She felt quite confused
At this change of views
While the coin started to buzz and hum.
She scowled at him as her breathing it slowed,
And her eyes turned slowly blank.
One command he gave,
Turning her into slave.
He told her of this and made her thank.
She bowed down before him and offered her soul
To Jason, who not a question did pose
Instead he just bade
Her to give tips made
And to meet him at his home, so he chose.
So I tell you, friends, Jason gave her commands
And then put the coin back in his pocket
He released Raven’s trance,
Then she finished her dance.
He had the keys to her mind and unlocked it.
Raven’s dance came to an end, he thanked her and left
He sat down again by his brother.
Ken asked how it went.
“She was heaven-sent,”
Jason said, hinting he’d like another.
The two men remained at Urban Storm for an hour more,
Both of them enjoying the view.
Raven saw them depart
Towards them she did dart
To give Jason a kiss of adieu.
Ken stared in amazement at the act of this girl
His brother must’ve really impressed her.
And so he implored
About how he’d scored
While he’d sought to undress her.
Jason, for his part, was silently cryptic
Saying naught but he had a good time.
Expressing a wish
To dine from her dish
Of kindness, hopeful and sublime.
And so, dear friends, I do not know why
Jason spake not the truth unto Ken.
The time it might come
To share spoils he’d won
But for now, he stood alone among men.
When late in the night, Raven knocked on his door
Jason welcomed her, groggy and sleepy.
But she quickly stripped:
Her mind it had flipped
Back into submission, both soothing and creepy.
The girl had arrived, exactly as commanded.
Jason had cause to feel quite elated.
The hypno-coin worked
His clothing he shirked
But no ethics of this were debated.
Despite their shared nudity, he pondered the proper next steps
What to do? Where to begin?
What kinds of commands
Would prove him a man?
He scowled and thought, scratching his chin.
After a moment of careful consideration
Jason took out his invention.
He held it up high,
Raven let out a sigh
And stood mindlessly waiting direction.
Jason, my friends, spoke quite hastily,
And I say this without sarcasm.
He made her forget
Life not as a pet
But on command she could now orgasm.
And so his words were absorbed into her brain and all,
But he needed to fund her submission
Still needing a buck
He tried out his luck
By reminding her of naked ambitions.
Satisfied that he had done all he would need
He stored the coin safely away.
The two then retired
With passions afire
As only two nude folks can play.
They each felt alive, from pleasure they shared
As a master he proved kinder than most.
At last he was spent.
Her pleasure, it meant
That she was in love with her host.
He soon fell asleep, with her snuggled up close.
She marveled at this life in sight:
Could not remember
Yesterday’s embers,
Serving master was naught but delight.
Over the course of the following week
Raven did everything she was bidden
Acting with no brain,
Both wild and mundane,
But from family and friends she was hidden.
Jason loved having a slave, that much is true
He should be the envy of all men.
His memory was cold
Because of what he told
All those years ago to that girl Jen.
He looked up her name, and then found her number
And drove out to where she was living
Servant number two,
A crush from his youth,
Would complement Raven in giving.
At first Jennifer seemed somewhat pleased
To see her old friend Jason.
She recalled the day
(Despite what he’d prayed)
With the coin, so he’d do some mental erasin’.
She teased him and laughed of the old hypno-coin,
But stopped when he told her he’d fixed it.
The coin it did rise
In front of her eyes.
Her thoughts disappeared in an instant.
He took her back home, where Raven awaited.
And he introduced class-mate to stripper.
He made the girls kiss
And feel mindless bliss,
And took both girls’ wrists just to grip her.
Neither slave would need clothes, unless they should go
Outside if his humble abode.
So they would stay nude
While being his brood,
Safely in here they were stowed.
Jason now decided, whether wisely or not,
That no more servants were needed.
He wasn’t quite sure
Could it be the cure
To a jam? Thus the coin would stay feted.
Come gather ’round friends, let me introduce
The tough man who was Raven’s lover.
He sought to find out
Raven’s whereabouts
For the truth he would need to discover.
Colin inquired of her friends, he met with her family,
But none of them knew what to say
Her friends from the club
Shook heads and then shrugged,
For to them, everything was okay.
She did not call often upon her relations
But Colin’s concerns were contagious.
He called the police,
Then prayed on his knees
To solve this puzzle outrageous.
He met with the cops, who filed a report
But thought this seemed not a crime.
To work she still came,
So whom should he blame
But himself for not getting her time?
One night she was working, Colin saw her arrive
And park her car in the back.
He waited until
She’d leave, then he will
Follow her yet-unknown track.
And thus did Colin decide to act on his own
She left and he followed her car:
She drove on Route Ten
Towards master’s own den.
Colin wondered why she came this far.
He watched his girl walk from her car to the door
She walked stiff, upright, not looking aside.
Observing her gait
He just could not wait
This was a problem she couldn’t hide.
She opened the door, stepped into the shadows behind.
Colin paused, watched the window above.
Then just as he feared,
Her figure appeared,
And she undressed for an unseen love.
Colin felt enraged, he stormed out of his car
In his fury, his windshield did shatter.
But this mattered not,
Because he was hot,
Not just anyone would get to look at her.
In a blink of an eye, he raced up the stairs
Unsure but not caring just what he would find.
Whoever was there
Had best say his prayers
For Colin’s wrath had made him blind.
Raven and Jen shared a lustful embrace
For their master, in order to please.
When in rushed Colin,
Master had fallen,
Stumbling as he fell to his knees.
Jason gasped as Colin took hold of his shirt
And off the ground he was lifted.
Colin swore and cursed.
That was not the worst:
Jason knew that his power had shifted.
Jen and Raven kept dancing and groping and fondling,
Oblivious was their programming fact.
Jason then said, “Halt,”
As was his Gestalt,
Despite his nemesis’s attack.
The sex slaves stood in silence, awaiting commands
To his lab, master bade them to go
And retrieve the box
From a drawer of socks
For in it was hidden the coin of hypno.
Jason knew not who this was, or from whence he came
But he heard his murderous threats.
He asked, “What’s my crime?”
Hoping to buy time
’Til his slaves returned, no regrets.
Colin’s brow was now furled, his frown almost frozen
As the veins in his head were now throbbing
“That’s my girl, Raven
“Whose life I am savin’”
He howled as Jason’s head was bobbing.
Jen bounded back in, with a sensual grin
Raven followed close behind with a dash
She looked like a fox
As she held out the box.
Colin’s fists made it fly and then smash.
The box it was splintered, its wood was now broken.
Its contents did not make a sound.
Jason could not tell
If all had been well
Or if the din of destruction was drowned.
Amid all the clatter, Colin loosened his grip
Upon Jason’s shirt, so he jumped
For splintered remains
But Colin regained
His wits, so his fists he did pump.
It soon became a race between the two men
To reach for the shards on the floor.
Colin grabbed the foot
Of his rival, by boot
And pulled him away from the score.
Colin made one last jump, holding Jason off.
After all, Colin was physically stronger.
The coin he did find
But paid it no mind
With a flick and a stomp, the coin was no longer.
Jason held back a tear, as he was gripped with fear.
Both girls, their awareness came back.
They covered in shame
Themselves all the same
And demanded the clothes they had lacked.
Jason let out a whimper, he let out a sigh
As he meekly fell back from the rest:
With mouth wide open
He gave up on hopin’
On completing his powerful quest.
He didn’t resist any of Colin’s fists
As they pounded into his torso.
The girls they had found
Their clothes on the ground,
Raven bade Colin to punch, only moreso.
Raven still did not know, did not understand
Who Colin was, as she still had amnesia
From the coin, induced
But she could deduce
That master was not one to please ya.
Jen called the police, warning Colin to cease
Because Jason would need to stand trial.
For these were great crimes
So he’d do hard time
Before anyone else be defiled.
The police soon arrived, the inventor surrendered,
Knowing the future he’d be facin’.
Eventually
Raven learned to see
The life she led before meeting Jason.
Colin was hailed as a hero, the media blared
With both girls he quickly befriended.
Some asked of the fight,
But thought he was right.
And the nightmare was heretofore ended.
Now listen up friends, I have told you the tale
Of a man who now rots in a jail.
I ask that you think,
If power you drink,
About the ease with which you can fail.