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Reviews of Evan’s videos:

“Ok. Evan is good!! One of the better actors on Film911. Surprisingly good! His lower jaw is loose and drops when passed out. Natural. His eyes can show fear and roll up on cue when losing unconsciousness. Bring him back and have him act with Chuck.”

“I just wanted to put a vote in for you bringing Evan back if you are able to! His last set of videos were great and he’s a very natural actor. Would love to see more Dr. Smith/Unwilling Escort content from him!”

“Evan was great in his hypnotized state. Great facial expressions of surprise. I also appreciates the close ups you took of him in the hypno video. I look forward to seeing more of Evan. Thank you.”

“I think more the actors you get need to take a page out of Evan’s book. He did an excellent job making the videos look authentic. Don’t know if he’s had previous acting lessons but he would be an asset to have around to coach some of the other guys on how to look when getting knocked out etc….from the mouth opening to every aspect, he was definitely A-1!!”

This is a custom video and some changes have been made to the script below in the final product. There is no kissing and this was originally written for Chuck.

Chuck is a friend of Dr. Smith’s roommate and a construction worker by trade.

When this story starts, Chuck stops by wearing a hard hat, black tank top with a collared shirt over it, faded blue jeans and work-boots. He was looking for Dr. Smith’s roommate who was not home.

Dr Smith was cleaning up after a party when the doorbell rang. When Dr Smith opened the door, Chuck laughed and said “What are those for?” Dr Smith is holding a pair of handcuffs, which he had been in the process of putting away. Dr Smith explained that a friend dressed as a stripper cop for the party, and everyone had been playing with the cuffs. Dr Smith found them under the coffee table.

“I’ve been waiting for you,” Dr Smith lies good-naturedly, “I’m going to cuff you and have my way with you.”

Chuck laughs, and thrust out his hands. “Take me away, officer,” he camps.

What the hell, Dr Smith puts the cuffs onto him and invites Chuck in. Chuck tugged at the cuffs playfully, then sits on the couch in the living room. His cuffed hands were in his lap. Dr Smith was actually finding this a bit of a turn on — a big, muscular construction worker, cuffed in his living room.

Chuck asked where Dr Smith’s roommate would be back and Dr Smith said, “Not for a while.”

“Oh, no” Chuck laughed, “I’m alone with you!”

“What are you going to do now, hypnotize me?” he asked, still smiling.

Dr Smith explains that he is a proficient hypnotist and entertained at the party we had the night before.

Dr Smith asks Chuck if he like to try hypnosis and Chuck says, “Sure, just don’t make me look like an idiot.

“OK, I am going to hypnotize you Chuck,” Dr Smith says softly. He takes the cuffs off Chuck and swings them back and forth in front of his face. “Just keep looking. Don’t turn away, don’t talk, don’t nod or respond to what I say. I know you can hear me. Just listen and watch.”

Chuck started to focus. His smile relaxed a little, just becoming bemused.

“As you listen to my voice, you will begin to become aware of other sounds, relaxing, ambient sounds in the room. You notice the weight of your body; how the soles of your feet press into your work boots. As you breathe in and out, and become more relaxed, you notice how each time you blink, your eyes relax, think of all the little muscles around your eyes, and how you can let them go…”

Dr Smith continues, carefully making sure he is pacing with Chuck’s breathing, watching the muscles of his face let go and relax. Chuck’s head began to loll a little, and his eyes start to close. Chuck half-raises his head and opens his mouth a little to speak. “Wow,” he mumbled, “you’re really making me…” His voice trailed off, and he blinked hard twice, barely getting his eyes open the second time.

Dr Smith leans close and pressing the palms of his hands down on his broad, muscular shoulders. “Chuck, go to sleep now,” he says gently but firmly. Chuck’s eyes fluttered closed and his head rolled forward onto his powerful chest.

Dr Smith slowly runs his hands down the side of his arms, feeling the biceps and triceps. Dr Smith deepens the trance

“Chuck”, Dr Smith says to him, “I am going to wake you up soon. But after I do you will think you are still wearing the hand cuffs and will not be able to separate your wrists. They are bound together unbreakably. Only I can release them. In fact, I can bind or release any part of you just by saying so. Do you understand?”

Dr Smith watched for the almost imperceptible nod.

Dr Smith stood up and back then, and counted down from five, telling Chuck to open his eyes at zero. Chuck’s head rolled up, and he blinked his eyes a few times as if they were sticky.

“How do you feel?” Dr Smith asked him. He looked around blankly for a moment, then smiled a killer smile.

“I thought for a minute there you were going to try to hypnotize me for real,” Chuck said. “Actually, it was kind of relaxing. Why did you stop?”

“Let me get you a glass of water.” Dr Smith said as he left the room. Chuck struggles to get his wrists unstuck.

When Dr Smith returns with water, Chuck has a puzzled frown, staring at his wrists, which were pressed against each other. He was tugging, but he cannot not separate them. He looks up at me.

“Did you glue my wrists together or something?” he asked.

“No”, I said, “In fact, your wrists aren’t stuck together at all.”

Chuck almost knocked over his water as his arms suddenly flew apart.

“I don’t understand what just happened,” he said. “That was really weird.”

“Chuck”, Dr Smith says, “Your feet are bound to the floor, and cannot be moved.”

“What do you mean, bound?” he asked. Then he realized, and looked at his feet in confusion. “Hey, I can’t move my feet.”

Chuck tried to pull away from his position but cannot. He even reached down and tried tugging at one leg with both arms. Dr Smith smiles.

“You did hypnotize me. You must have,” Chuck says. “Why don’t I remember it?” He kept working at his feet.

“That is not surprising”, Dr Smith says.

“Your hands are bound behind your back,” says Dr Smith. Chuck looks up in surprise, and didn’t quite seem to notice where his hands went automatically. Then he realized, and started struggling more.

The muscular construction worker is unable to move, hands behind his back.

Dr Smith was over as Chuck gives a sour look, then smiles.

“Alright,” he said, “It’s been fun, but I gotta be getting going. Let me go, okay?”

“You still have a little time,” Dr Smith says.

Take off your shirt, as Chuck exposes the black tank top below.

Chuck doesn’t understand what is happening.

“Hey, I’m not that easy,” he says.

Now take off your tank top says Dr Smith as Chuck continues to protest.

Dr Smith decides he doesn’t want to listen to Chuck’s protests anymore.

“Chuck,” Dr Smith says, “Your whole body is bound. Every muscle, every limb is bound tightly and cannot move.” Chuck looks straight ahead, mouth slightly open in surprise, and becomes very still. Eyes, arms, legs, all locked into position. Dr Smith puts the palm of my hand against his face and runs it through his hair. No reaction.

Dr Smith runs the palms of my hands over his chest, feeling his hard pectorals and nipples.

Dr Smith runs his hands lightly over his crotch.

“Are you getting hard, Chuck”, Dr Smith wasn’t sure.

Dr Smiths leans forward and kisses Chuck’s paralyzed lips, then stands back. “Chuck, you are completely released.” Chuck lurches forward a little, then catches himself. Then shakes a finger at Dr Smith, and stars to pick up his shirt.

“That was no fair,” he chided me. “Getting my shirt off that way.”

Then as Chuck locked eyes with Dr Smith, Dr Smith commands “SLEEP!” Chuck suddenly looks puzzled. He starts to open his mouth as if to say something, he blinks heavily a few times, and his eyes fluttered closed and his head lolled forward. He is back into hypnosis just standing there.

“Chuck,” says Dr Smith, “I am going to wake you up this time, but when I snap my fingers you will fall back into a trance. Do you understand?” Chuck nodded.

Dr Smith wakes Chuck up and as he started to protest Dr Smith quickly puts him back into a trance.

“Now Chuck when I say the word “clothing” you will have an irresistible urge to remove a single piece of clothing. It won’t seem odd or unusual to do so. Do you understand?”

A nod.

After each article of clothing, Dr Smith wakes Chuck up protesting, then quickly puts him back in his trance state.

“Now Chuck when I touch your body no matter where I touch it, you will experience an incredible sexual energy all through your body.  Do you understand?”

A nod.

“And remember when I snap my fingers you will go back to a trance state.”

I wake Chuck up. Chuck looked up, blinking, suddenly surprised. “Okay,” I said. “Tell me about this clothing I’m holding (as I held up his shirt) and Chuck casually pushed off his work boots.

I use “clothing” again, and he removed his pants (or shorts). By the time we were done with our conversation he was sitting in the living room wearing nothing at all (or just underwear). His clothes were sitting neatly on another chair.

Dr Smith puts Chuck back in his trance state and told him he was a statue. Dr Smith moved his hands and head around as if posing a statue.  Dr Smith had Chuck follow him to the bedroom and then put Chuck back into a deep sleep. He flopped onto the bed like a sack of potatoes. At this point Dr Smith can roll him around, sit him up, spread his legs, etc. Dr Smith binds Chuck to the bed.

Chuck wakes up, “Hey this isn’t funny anymore!” Dr Smith puts Chuck back to sleep with a snap of his fingers. Dr Smith tells Chuck he has been working construction all day and needs a shower. He sends Chuck into the bathroom and we watch Chuck clean up (with or without underwear). The next scene we see Chuck wrapped in a towel in the bedroom. Dr Smith makes him a statue again and manipulates his body. He tells Chuck to follow him to the living.

Once in the living room he has Chuck get dress and tells him he will not remember anything. Chuck dresses and then Dr Smith commands him to wake. Chuck tells Dr Smith to let his roommate know he stopped by and then leaves.