The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

[Nate, My Best Mate]

Nathaniel and I practically grew up together. We were neighbours just across the street since the day we were born.

I first hypnotised Nathan about a week before my twelfth birthday. We were in my room trying to add the finishing touches to our joint art project. For two weeks we were trying to construct a miniature Tardis from every-day objects that were destined for the recycling bin, such as empty cereal boxes, milk cartons and food containers. Our final product looked rather impressive, if I said so myself.

Among the many things we enjoyed doing together, such as football, swimming and cycling, we were also massive Doctor Who fans since the show returned to our TV screens in spring of 2005 when we were just seven.

My interest in hypnosis happened quite by accident, after Nathan and I watched a televised stage hypnosis segment on Blue Peter—BBC’s perennial and popular weekly children’s TV programme—in my bedroom after school. I hung on to every word that presenters Zoë, Andy and especially Gethin (whom I found myself unusually attracted to even at that age) uttered in the show. On that particular episode, a stage hypnotist was invited as one of their guests. True to the Blue Peter presenters’ reputation in giving every challenge (big or small) thrown their way a proper go, all three of them agreed to undergo the induction process prior to filming. For legal reasons the actual induction process was not televised. But when all three of them were properly prepped behind the scenes, the hypnotist began his spiel on camera and what ensued had Nathan and me doubled-over in laughter.

Despite what we clearly witnessed on Blue Peter, Nathan somehow still decided that the three presenters were joshing around for laughs, merely pretending to be under the ‘spell’ (his word) of the hypnotist. For some inexplicable reasons, he was adamant that hypnosis wasn’t real. I, on the other hand, was absolutely convinced that hypnosis was very real indeed and became quite determined to learn the technique myself in order to prove Nathan wrong. I began this ‘epic’ quest by scouring through the internet, reading whatever I could find about the topic. Even though my screen-time (i.e. TV, computer and iPad) was restricted to only sixty-minutes per day (double during the weekends), and despite a fair bit of time wasted in trying to separate the facts from pure bunkums, before long I collected an impressive dossier of relevant and really useful information in my computer. Though there weren’t many helpful video demonstrations on how to properly induce someone into a hypnotic trance on Youtube, after some persistent digging I still managed to find a couple that looked legit and offered sufficiently easy-to-follow induction techniques. For close to a month after I found these two video demos, I watched them repeatedly ad nauseam like an addiction in order to memorise the techniques as well as the scripts they used…

[Beginner’s Luck?]

“For the millionth time, hypnosis is real, Nate, I have seen a couple of proper demos on Youtube recently,” I stressed.

“And for the millionth time, I am saying you are a fool for believing everything you see on Youtube,” Nathan chuckled while he watched me trying to glue a little lamp on top of the blue police box we constructed together using barbeque sticks, cardboards, strawberry punnets and some dark ash-blue oil-based paints.

“So… you wanna bet?” I turned to look Nathan in the eye while pinching the tiny LED light bulb placed in the middle of the Tardis cardboard rooftop, waiting for the glue to set.

“What, you mean you are going to try it on me?” Nathan laughed, a little taken aback.

“Why not? Tell you what, if this works, if you are hypnotised by me successfully, I’ll loan you my Sonic Screwdriver for the entire week.”

“THE very one in your cupboard? Seriously, you’ll do that? It would be cool to have THAT Sonic Screwdriver, even for just a day, hmm…” Nathan mused wistfully, suddenly the idea wasn’t as silly as it first appeared to him.

“Precisely the one. The point is for you to want this to work. You have nothing to lose, so what say you?”

I knew for certain that the moment I wagered my limited edition Sonic Screwdriver—the exact replica that the tenth Doctor David Tennant was holding—which happened to be my eleventh birthday present from daddy and his boyfriend Jamie, it was an offer too irresistible for Nathan to refuse.

“And don’t you pretend to be hypnotised, because I’ll know,” I forewarned.

“We’ll see,” Nathan challenged and winked at me cheekily.

Without further ado, I proceeded to shut and lock the bedroom door. “I don’t want any disturbance,” I reasoned, “and sit here on the bed,” I instructed, which he accepted and followed without question.

“Place your palms, facing downwards on top of mine,” I further instructed as I extended my arms outwards, palms facing upwards.

“I want you to concentrate and put pressure on both my palms with yours while you look into my eyes,” I continued as I recited the induction script I had memorised by heart.

Wordlessly, Nathan complied.

“Good, that’s right, Nate. Now push down, concentrate the downward pressure from your palms on mine, while at the same time look into my eyes, push down, harder, harder, while you concentrate looking into my eyes, push down even more, that’s it, downwards, harder, even harder, now focus on my eyes, don’t look away, brilliant, now push down even harder, harder, focus your eyes on mine, down, down, down, more, more, more…”

Without warning, I let my arms dropped down freely. That deliberate and unexpected ‘letting go’ caused Nathan’s entire upper body to swerve towards me. His eyes widened in surprise for a fraction of a second. That, in combination with a sharp and clear command, “Sleep!” brought him straight into trance.

When I felt my best buddy’s head and upper body seemingly collapsed against my left shoulder like a rag-doll, I swore that my heart skipped a bit and I stopped breathing for a moment.

Did I just do what I did?

Gingerly, I held Nathan’s shoulders away from mine with both my hands and saw his head rolled backwards till his chin was pointing at the ceiling.

“Nate… can you hear me?”

“Yes,” he replied passively.

“Good, from now on whenever you hear me say to you ‘Geronimo!’ and click my fingers, you’ll return to this state of trance you are experiencing right now. Nod if you understand,” I continued my script.

Nathan’s nod was almost imperceptible with his chin still pointing upwards, but it was there to be sure.

Despite not being totally convinced that my best pal was really hypnotised, I continued the script on auto-pilot, “When I next say ‘Wake Up’ you will open your eyes, and not remember what just happened to you this very moment. When you hear me say ‘Geronimo!’ and snap my fingers, it is the trigger for you to return to this relaxing trance, only ten times as deep as you are experiencing right now. Nod twice if you understand…”

When Nathan double-nodded as instructed, I woke him up.

Seconds after his slightly dazed eyes found mine, I commanded, “Geronimo!” and snapped my fingers while lightly tapping his upper body backwards with my other hand towards the bed. Nathan’s loose and limp body swung backwards and bounced once on impact with the mattress behind him.

For about ten seconds after I stood there motionless and speechless, my breathing became shorter, quicker and louder. “YES!!!” I finally shot up exultantly on my feet, pumped both my fists in the air and exclaimed triumphantly in a hushed tone.

Not knowing at that time why I should be doing what I was about to do next with Nathan, except that it was done on the Youtube demo videos I watched, I repeated the waking-sleeping step over and over again. I did recall distinctly that the more I repeated this process, the quicker he seemed to respond to my triggers.

After re-inducing him back into trance the eighth or ninth time, I decided to go off-piste from the memorised script and asked Nathan my own test question, “Nate, you know you trust me completely because we are best friends. Tell me, what is the most embarrassing thing you have done in your life that you never told anyone? Remember, you can tell me now because we are best mates and best mates don’t judge each other.”

Remarkably, he confessed that he started to wet his bed when he was six, and even now (we were eleven, going on twelve), he was still wetting his bed fairly regularly, like, once a month. Yes, the penny had finally dropped, there was no doubt now that my best friend was well and truly under hypnosis. Not wanting him to be mortified for sharing such an intimate detail of his life with me after he woke up, I decided to make him forget what he just told me.

But Nathan still needed to be convinced that he was hypnotised. So for about five minutes I just sat beside him on the mattress trying to conceive the best way to do just that while he lied there, blissfully unaware what went through my mind.

Finally, a simple but brilliant idea popped into my head. In short, I told him that the next time he woke up from his trance, whenever he heard the word ‘Freeze’ from me he would become an inanimate statue. He would be aware that he was somehow turned into a statue but try as he might he would be unable to move in any way until he heard the word ‘Unfreeze’, and only then would he regain all his physical movements as per normal. I also added that despite turning into a statue, he would still be able to talk and respond to me verbally.

“How are you feeling?” I asked when Nathan opened his eyes.

When he was aware he was lying on my bed, he exclaimed incredulously, “Blimey, did I just doze off?”

“Well, yes and no. You were hypnotised just now to be exact,” I pointed out matter-of-factly.

“Get outta here, really?! But I don’t …?” he reacted with a combination of disbelief and confusion as he sat up from my bed.

“Anyways! A promise is a promise, so here’s my Sonic Screwdriver. Guard it with your life!” I impernonated the slightly kooky Matt Smith’s “fish-finger-and-custard” Doctor as I opened my cupboard door dramatically to reveal the green-and-black box which contained the coveted treasure. Nathan’s eyes widened in anticipation and a cute little grin began to form on his boyish face.

“Freeze!”

And there he was—eyes wide opened, dopey smile and all—locked and frozen in position.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Come get the Sonic Screwdriver,” I tested.

“I… erm, I can’t…” he said between his smile, his expression unchanged.

“Try harder Nate, come and claim your prize,” I teased further.

“I am really trying! Cor… this is beginning to freak me out now…”

Despite those words, his expression remained the same as before.

“Unfreeze. Sorry, mate, I was only trying to convince you that you were truly hypnotised just now,” I said apologetically.

“Blimey, you really scared me there!” he responded in relief, his tone of voice tinged with a little disapproval, which made me feel even more guilty for what I had just done to him. Not wishing to upset him further, I quickly returned his attention to the Sonic Screwdriver.

“Now, this has to return in its original condition next week, promise?”

“Scout’s honour! You’re the best, Mikey!” Nathan made the symbol with his three fingers and beamed joyously. All the tension prior appeared to be forgiven and forgotten.

The whole hypnosis malarky took at least half an hour from beginning to end. By then the glue on the LED light bulb on top of our Tardis was permanently set in place. After ensuring the LED bulb was in working order, we tucked away the battery operated switch in the blue police box miniature and stencilled our initials on the door of the Tardis proudly as the final flourish.

When all was done and dusted, before Nathan left my bedroom he asked, somewhat tentatively, “So, erm, do you think I am still, well, you know, under your spell?”

“I don’t know,” I fibbed and quickly glanced away, feeling guilty again, this time for lying. But of course I knew. I knew he would remain ‘under my spell’ for as long as I wished it to be. Somehow the realisation of the new-found ‘control’ I had of my best pal finally dawned on me, and I felt a sense of stirring welling within me rapidly.

Before he stood up from the chair with the green-and-black Sonic Screwdriver box at hand, I couldn’t resist my urge any longer and uttered the trigger word to Nathan one last time. The effect was instantaneous, his eyes closed, his head drooped slightly towards his chest, his entirely body sunk into the chair—he was out like a light.

For the first time ever, I as able to take my time studying the features of his face so closely, in such great detail. Before I knew it my right palm began to stroke his left cheek tenderly. Perhaps it was Nathan’s complete trust in me when he shared his deepest, most intimate secret a while ago, or maybe it was the sight of him sitting there looking so peaceful and vulnerable. With my heart relentlessly pounding away I inched closer and closer to him until we were just a breath’s apart.

When my lips finally touched his, I knew right then and there that I had fallen in love with my best friend…