FILM 911

This is a custom video and some changes have been made to the script below in the final product. There is NO nudity in this video. Dialog is all approximate and not precise. There is a lot to take in as the script is long. But it includes triggers to act like a dog, dinosaur, remove clothing, forget stuff, pec bounce, armpit worship, etc. . . It’s just a fantastic script and Lucas is the cutest dog yet.

After an hour, Sage arrives in dusty jeans, a tool belt, a tool box, gloves, and a tight, black shirt

(preferably a black tank top). He greets Dr. Smith warmly with a smile. Dr. Smith is obviously

smitten by the repairman. He was a good-to-honest working class sort of guy, who earned his

living as fairly as he could and never turned away a customer who needed help.

Dr. Smith: Hey Sage, so glad you could make

it. I don’t know what I’d do without you.

(He reaches for the repairman’s hand)

Sage: Not a problem, doc! You know me,

ready to take calls 24/7! (He laughs as they

make their way to the living room)

They make small talk, like how Sage’s dogs were doing and if he had any luck in the dating

pool. Sage returns the questions politely to Dr. Smith while he sets up his workspace and tools.

Dr. Smith: okay! So while you set up, I’m

gonna go grab you a beer.

Sage: (chuckles) it’s barely three in the

afternoon and you’re giving me alcohol?

Dr. Smith: hey, it’s bud light, it’s not going to

kill you (he jokes as he steps out of view)

Sage: (shakes his head and smiles; grabs the

remote and turns the TV on to the large

hypnotic spiral) woah…(muttering)…never

seen this kind of problem before.

Sage grabs one of his tools and as he cleans them, trying hard to focus his eyes on the tool,

his eyes keep coming back to the spiral. His eyes turn glassy and his arms go limp, but he

snaps himself out of it for a second, as if jolting awake from an insidious nap, only to go back

to struggling…struggling…struggling.

He drops the tool to the floor as his eyes lock on the screen (I would really like a shot of his

back facing the camera, silhouette aglow from the light of the hypnotic screen). Mouth ajar, he

sways lightly from side to side as he falls deeper and deeper into his hypnotic stupor. His eyes

blink slowly, struggling to stay open but they do…oh they do…his blank, blue eyes only reflect

the spiral, his will quieted and his mind blank, ready to accept every and all suggestions.

Dr. Smith comes back to the wonderful sight of the hunky repairman standing on full attention

to the will-bending spiral. He sets the two bottles or cans of beer on the coffee table and

stands in front of Sage. He rests his hand on the man’s meaty shoulders and kneads them as

he licks his lips.

Dr. Smith: Sage. You are now under my

complete and utter control. You will follow

whatever I say without question and in the

back of your mind, in a place you can barely

fathom, you know deep inside of you, that

you love following my orders. From now on,

without you even realizing it, you are my

perfect, sexy, obedient slave.

I will be giving you a couple of instructions, all

of which, you will be following to a tee.

Number one: whenever I and only I say the

word ‘slave time’ you will remember what the

spiral on my TV screen made you feel.

Relaxed, mindless, obedient. You will instantly

fall back into this deep trance even without

the screen. Instantly back to your submissive

slave state.

Number two: whenever I say the word

‘chicken’ you will only be able to speak in

clucks and crows of a chicken for five

seconds without even realizing it. After five

seconds, you will go back to speaking

normally without realizing what had

happened.

Number three: whenever I say ‘guns,’ you will

automatically flex your muscles and take on a

variety of muscle poses while you brag about

your ripped bod involuntarily. Right after

doing so, you will have utterly no collection of

doing so.

Number four: whenever I say ‘deodorant,’ I

want you to show off your sexy armpits and

ask me to rub them down for you for ten

seconds. Right after, you will feel

embarrassed and apologize profusely.

Number five: when I say ‘tease,’ you will

remove an article of clothing without you

knowing it.

Now, I want you to count from ten to one and

upon reaching one, you will wake up and

have no memory of getting hypnotized, but

each and every suggestion I have given will

remain deeply ingrained in your

subconscious, waiting to be activated with

one word from me.

Do you understand?

Sage: (nods slowly) Yes…doctor…

Dr. Smith: (grinning) I like the sound of that.

Start counting down….now.

Dr. Smith turns off the TV and waits for Sage to finish counting down to one. When Sage wakes

up, Dr. Smith starts talking to him, peppering the conversation with the trigger words, being

partial and repetitive most especially for #3 and #4 (PS: which I kinda have kinks for). He only

gets to strip out of his briefs at this point before Dr. Smith has him back in trance.

Dr. Smith starts worshipping Sage’s body again. He particularly enjoys feeling the mounds of

his pectorals and pulling and licking his perky nipples. Then he goes to squeeze and caress

Sage’s lovely flexed arms and rubs his fingers up and down his armpits, smelling and licking (if

both actors are willing) as he does so.

Dr. Smith: In a moment, I’m going to have

you wake up and when you do, you will not

mind being naked at all. You will get back to

work but then you realize that there’s a

problem…you don’t know what you’re

supposed to do. Hell, you don’t know how a

lot of things work. You may not even recall

that you’re a repairman in the first place. You

will be completely clueless on what to do. You

will feel very embarrassed and apologize to

me profusely. However, there’s a silver lining

my friend.

You will believe that if you acted like a dog

and treated me like I’m your owner that you

will be able to recall what it is you are

supposed to do and how to do it. You will beg

me to let you act like a dog, trying your

hardest to sell the idea that it will work.

However, in reality, only snapping my fingers

will make you remember that you’re a

repairman, here to fix my TV and how to use

your tools as needed. When you snap my

fingers, you will simply go back to work,

nonplussed of what you had just done.

Do you understand?

Sage: (licking his lips dumbly) yes…doctor.

Dr. Smith: okay, now…wake!

Sage rubs his eyes and takes a deep breath in as he stretches his toned body.

Dr. Smith: so thanks for coming here, Sage,

you really are the most dependable guy in this

neighborhood.

Sage: (smiles, a little embarrassed at the

compliment; scratches the back of his head)

Thanks, I’m glad to do it.

(He starts getting his tools back in order and

then goes to put on his gloves when he stops

and pouts; cocks his head to the side and

mumbles confusedly)

Dr. Smith: is there something wrong?

Sage: (embarrassed; caught like a deer in

headlights) no, no! There’s nothing wrong

(tries to laugh it off) well…yeah (he says shyly)

there is…I just…I don’t actually know what

these (the gloves) are. Pretty stupid, huh?

Dr. Smith: No, not stupid at all. Just…try to

figure it out. I mean, it probably has

something to do with why you’re here, right?

Sage: (trying to cover up his confusion) Yeah,

yeah! You’re right…it must uh…(scratches the

side of his face) have something to do with

why I’m here…

Dr. Smith: good! I’ll just…sit on the couch,

while you figure things out.

Sage: (he smiles) okay! (When he turns away

from Dr. Smith, his face is just comically

anxious and confused) damnit!

(Sage starts putting the glove on his head,

cocking his hips to the side like a model,

making hot but funny poses with the glove like

an odd accessory)

(Dr. Smith can’t help but bite back his laugh

as the hunky repairman cutely embarrasses

himself)

(Sage then reaches for a screwdriver from his

belt; he inspects it, plays around with it before

using the handle to try and write something

on paper.)

Sage: no…that’s not it.

(He drapes his tool belt like a scarf over his

shoulders and tries to pose with it again, but

he knows it doesn’t feel right.)

(He gets his tool box and starts lifting it like a

dumbbell and even does squats with it as

weight)

Sage continues playing with things, like he was an alien discovering the nuances of human

artifacts. He tries putting on his shirt like pants and his pants like a shirt. In his awkward

position, he gets an idea. He shucks off his clothes and then—

Sage: (face lighting up with an idea) Hey, doc!

I’ve got an idea!

(Pans to Dr. on the couch)

Dr. Smith: oh yeah, what’s that?

Sage: (obviously making things up) I heard

that acting like a dog really jogs people’s

memories, so can you help me with that? I’m

gonna be acting like a dog and you can be

like my…master!

Dr. Smith: that sounds…fake.

Sage: (shrugging his shoulders) well, I’d try

anything to get me to remember.

Dr. Smith: (sighs) okay, sure…uh…get on with

it?

Sage, hesitantly, gets on all fours and starts wagging his butt. Instead of barking like a dog, he

says: “bark? bark?” He is very unsure of himself.

Dr. Smith: No, that’s not gonna work, you

gotta commit to it. Like, really get into being a

dog.

Sage: o-okay. (He clears his throat and starts

barking more convincingly)

Dr. Smith treats Sage like a sweet puppy, giving him head scratches and rubbing his belly.

Sage instantly gets into the role even more, whimpering for attention and scratching Dr. Smith’s

knee for more belly rubs. Dr. Smith gives him a bowl of water to drink from, which Sage

gleefully does.

When Dr. Smith’s had enough, he snaps his fingers. Sage shakes his heads and excitedly gets

up with a bright smile.

Sage: I remember why I’m here, doc! See, I

told you it’ll work.

Dr. Smith: well, that’s good to hear. So…uh…

could you fix it now?

Sage: (nods) of course, of course. (He turns

on the TV and it’s the spiral playing again; it

doesn’t take more than five seconds for him

to completely go under)

Dr. Smith: good…now turn off the TV and

come to me.

(Sage does as he is told and walks sluggishly

to Dr. Smith)

Dr. Smith: on your knees. Now massage my

feet.

Sage obediently does so. (Camera is taken from Dr’s POV, so we see Sage in all his hotness

massaging the tried doctor’s feet.) When, Dr. Smith gets his fill, he makes Sage stand up and

put on all his clothes. Both standing up,

Dr. Smith: in a moment, you will wake up and

go back to work. But when I hand you your

beer, you will accidentally spill some on your

shirt.

At first, you might be embarrassed but as it

keeps happening, you get hornier, hotter,

more sensual, until you can’t take it anymore

and beg me to let you give me the hottest lap

dance you can. You’re gonna strip and

making it as fun and sexy as you can, flirting

with me, letting me touch your hot body. The

works.

Now, wake!

(Sage stirs awake just as Dr. Smith hand shim

his beer)

Sage: gee thanks, doc! (He grabs his bottle as

he shakes off the last remainders of his trance)

Dr. Smith: No problem, just relax and take a

sip.

Sage: (does so, but some of it intentionally

dribbles down to his torso) Oh, fuck, sorry I’m

such a…(his initially apologetic expression

shifts to something seductive as he licks his

lips and brings the end of his shirt to wipe his

neck; lifting his shirt reveals his sexy abs)…

klutz.

Dr. Smith: no big deal. So how are your

parents?

Sage: (takes another sip but even more beer

spills on him) Oh…you know (he starts

swaying his hips and giving Dr. Smith a sexy

glance)…great…doing good. Say, do you

think I’m…hot? (He winks)

Dr. Smith: well, I mean…yeah…you’re very

handsome and ripped…and…

Sage: (pulls up his shirt and pulls Smith’s

hands to his chest) why don’t I give you some

live entertainment instead?

Dr. Smith: alright…

Sage pushes Smith to the sofa. He flexes and starts feeling his own muscles. He sways his

hips and thrusts in the air with his hands behind his head. He straddles Smith’s laps and starts

grinding, tossing his head back and forth and rolling his body as he strips off an article of

clothing at a time.

Smith starts feeling up his body in the process of stripping down.

Sage reaches his last article of clothing—his underwear, but before he can free himself of them,

he is tranced back by Dr. Smith.

Smith rubs his shoulders and chuckles, saying: “I’m not done with you yet”

(Scene 2)

An entranced Sage stands stiffly in the middle of the garage in workout clothes. Dr. Smith

makes him workout, doing push-ups and sit-ups, lifting dumbbells, and whatnot. He gets a

little sweaty, a little wet and warm.

Dr. Smith: when I wake you up, you will find

that everything is normal and that you never

came to my house to fix the TV, you came

here to work out.

Whenever I say ‘dance party,’ you will be

unable to stop yourself from dancing.

Whenever I say the words ‘dinosaur’ or

‘paleo,’ you will act like a T-Rex and roar and

act like a dinosaur.

Whenever I say ‘thunder,’ you will pull your

shirt up and feel your abs.

You will realize what you’re doing but you

can’t stop until I snap my fingers.

Now, wake.

Sage wakes up and rubs his face as he looks around, a little confused of where he was but

seeing Dr. Smith calms him down. They have a simple conversation where Smith peppers the

new trigger words, but he also uses some of the earlier trigger words, especially #3 and #4.

He keeps using #5 casually throughout the conversation until Sage is in his underwear for the

last time. Dr. Smith trances him and feels his sweaty body, wiping and rubbing Sage’s ripe pits

and going over his sexy body and belly button.

Dr. Smith: we are going to go back to the

living room where you will get dressed in the

clothes left for you. You will only remember

that you fixed the TV and had a good time

bonding with me.

From now on, you will say goodbye to me

with a short muscle show. You will pull up

your shirt for you can bounce your pecs and

flex your arms.

You can’t leave until I at least suck your

nipples. This is all completely normal and

frankly, you enjoy it.

You will also start a private instagram account

where you will only privately share cute and

sexy photos to me. You think that this is just

how our friendship is and you will not find it

weird at all.

Understand?

Sage: yes doctor. I understand and obey.

Dr. Smith: good, let’s get back to the living

room then.

(Scene 3)

They’re back in the living room. A hypnotized Sage puts back his regular clothes, but this time,

his tight black shirt is a crop top. He is brought out of trance and Dr. Smith thanks him for his

help and in doing so, peppers in all his trigger words to see if all of the, still work and they do

flawlessly. When they reach the door—

Sage: See you around, doc! (He starts flexing

his arms)

Dr. Smith: uh…what’re you doing?

Sage: (switches pose) oh come on, doc! This

is how I say goodbye to you all the time (lifts

up shirt to bounce his pecs) can’t leave until

you suck my nipples just a teeny bit, right?

Dr. Smith: (rolls his eyes) oh, alright. (He

ducks down to suck Sage’s nipples. Sage

licks his lips and moans, head thrown back as

he holds Dr. Smith gently by the nape)

Sage: good bye, Doc! (He bites his lips as

Smith pulls away. He pulls down his shirt and

leaves)

Dr. Smith smiles. Going back to his TV and looking at the spiral, proud of himself to have

gotten the sexy repairman. His phone buzzes and he sees Sage tag him in a sexy photo on

instagram.