O’Melissokomos
The Bee Keeper

Adam & Miles (mm hypno coll)

by hypnojon32

A young man walked across a green lawn on a campus of a very pretentious Ivy league university. He was handsome and black haired and 22 years old. His name was Adam. Adam was responding to a note that had been taped to his dorm door:

Dear Adam,
Please come to the lab ASAP. I greatly require your assistance.
Professor Miles

Professor Miles was Adam’s psyche teacher and mentor. Adam often assisted in grading and in the professor’s personal experiments in hypnosis and psychology.

Adam reached the psyche building and rushed to Professor Miles’ classroom.

The classroom was a standard gallery with steps sloping steeply down. Adam started down.

The classroom was dark and empty. Strange. If the professor was expecting him there should have been some sign of life.

On the left of the stage was a door leading to the lab. Under the door was a strip of light. Adam headed toward it.

Then, just before Adam reached the door, he was grabbed from behind!

Adam struggled against black leather gloved hands but before he could get away, he felt a rag over his mouth and nose and smelled a sweet smell. Ether!

Adam’s body grew heavy. He passed out.

Some time later, Adam woke up. He was lying in a black leather recliner, smooth and sexy as sin. He was restrained at the ankles, wrists, and chest. He couldn't get up, or move!

The room was still dark but Adam could make out a huge computer console, wires, and electrical equipment. It was a secret lab!

Suddenly a low chuckle came out of the dark and Professor Miles shuffled into view. He was an older man with a shock of pure white hair, but with a rugged and handsome face and a gym built bod.
Adam had always harbored a bit of a crush on Professor Miles so he felt conflicted. But he wasn’t afraid.

“Professor! What’s going on? Where am I?”

“Welcome my boy! Welcome to my secret lab! Nobody knows its location, not even you! Therefore no one will rescue you! Ha ha ha!”

“I don’t understand! Why are you keeping me prisoner?” Adam struggled against the sexy, smooth straps he was tied to the chair with and found he was getting a little turned on.

“I needed a guinea pig. I’m going to use you to test my prototype hypnosis program on you. If it’s successful, I’ll use it on the P.A. system while the board members are in meeting. I’ll take over the university and then who knows? The world!”

As he listened to Professor Miles’ evil laugh, Adam sadly realized he had gone insane.

“And what are you going to do to me?” he asked.

“If it works, I’ll keep you as my entranced, mind-fucked lab assistant. Maybe even keep you for a sex toy! You’re one sweet piece of ass!”

At Adam’s shocked expression, Professor Miles admitted, “Oh, yes! Didn’t think I had it in me did you? I’ve had to be in the closet all the time, but down here, it’ll be nice to let loose at last!”

“What if this doesn’t work, Professor?”

“Then your entire psyche will be completely wiped out. You’ll have the IQ of a jar of mayonnaise and you’ll be a drooling ape of a lunatic for the rest of your life! Ha! Ha! Ha! Well, let’s get started, shall we?”

Professor Miles yanked a lever and pushed a few buttons.

The black chair raised up a bit and reclined back to a supine position Matt found he was lying in such a way that he was looking at a projection screen and couldn’t look away.

Adam struggled and fought the straps but it was no use. He couldn’t get away.

The Professor started the machine.

Machinery hummed and electricity crackled. Red lasers began to dot the screen. Then some blue. Then green. The laser dots began to move in circular patterns, slowly, then faster and faster. The red circles formed two giant spirals, interspersed with colors. The spirals started to flash until they were strobic.

The whole thing was impossible to ignore. Even if Adam shut his eyes he could sense the strobe light patterns on the back of his eyelids

“Relax! Feel the colors! Feel the color draw you down, down, down into yourself. You are drifting away. Your mind is drifting away. Your will is drifting away. Becoming one with mine. More and more as you relax deeper and deeper as you are pulled down down down into the spiral.”

The spirals combined to become one huge spiral. Adam felt as he were being sucked away into a huge vortex into nothing. At the same time he could discern flashes as he was falling. Eventually, they became so instantaneous that he couldn’t see them at all.

At least not on a conscious level. They were subliminal commands: obey, submit, focus, deny the self, obey the key, obedience is life, lying and disobedience is death, obedience is joy, obedience is life, obey the key, obey the key obey the key. Over and over and over

“Deeper and deeper you submit yourself to the spiral,” the Professor continued, the deeper you go, the better you feel, the deeper you go, the more you submit to the key. The more you submit to the key, the more open you become as the lock. The lock opens to the key. The lock is your will. Open your will to me.”

The lock obeys the key. The lock opens to the key. The lock obeys the key. The lock opens to the key. Obey, Obey, obey. Submit. Submit Resistance is death, flashed the subliminals.

Mixed in with the text messages were images both beautiful and horrific, sexual, and terrible, like rotting corpses, snarling animals and images of terrible injuries.

Faster and faster. More and more subliminals. The Professor’s voice unrelenting. Hours passed.
Then, without warning, the vortex changed direction. To Adam, it seemed as if the vortex had suddenly changed from a tunnel into a giant screw, boring its way through his eyes, straight into his brain.

Adam convulsed wildly and screamed.

Pitiless, the Professor kept up this mind-fucking illusion until Adam passed out.

The Professor shut off the machine.

The chair lowered to its original position.

The Professor unstrapped Adam and lightly slapped him awake.

“Adam, how are you feeling?”

“Okay, I guess, what happened?”

“How many fingers and I holding up?”

“Two.”

“Oh, and Adam?”

“Yes, Professor?”

“I am the key.”

“I am the lock.” Adam answered instantly.

“Get up, drop your pants and bend over that bench.”

“Yes, Professor.” Adam obeyed unhesitatingly.

The Professor smiled a slow, cruel, evil smile.

Success.

THE END

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