Adytum Documentary Project
by Wrestlr
[M/M, MC, hypno, incest]
[Synopsis: David makes a documentary about his hiking trip to a sacred
Native American site with his twin brother, his professor, and two other
students. One year after their disappearance, his footage was found.]
Disclaimer: There's sex, sodomy, and maybe a few other minor perversions
in this. If you don't like that sort of thing, read something else.
Everybody in the is legal age. Parts of this may be
autobiographical, or it might be all fiction---who can say?
Copyright - 2001 by Wrestlr. Permission granted to archive if and only
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Adytum Documentary Project, Part 1
by Wrestlr
Tape 1
(The tape begins in a bedroom. The is pointed at a bed. The
angle jumps as someone behind the adjusts the view.)
Jake: (Calling from off-screen.) "Have you seen my toothbrush?"
(The hips of another man, in jeans, fill the lens as he walks around
behind the camera.)
Jane: (Also calling from off-screen.) "Your toothbrush ... is in the
toothbrush holder. On the sink. Duh."
David: (Distracted, from behind the camera.) "Okay--I'm ready. Come out
here, and let's get started."
(Through the bathroom door in the background and into the shot walks
Jake, an attractive, dark-haired of about twenty, wearing only a
pair of shorts.)
Jake: "Huh? C'mon, Davy, we gotta finish packing. We don't have time
for this. We leave in six hours, and I wanna get some sleep, okay?"
Jane: (Off-screen.) "I don't see why I can't come too. What's so
important about this stupid camping trip."
David: "It's not some 'stupid camping trip,' and you're just jealous
'cause you weren't invited."
Jane: (Sarcastically.) "Ha, ha. Veeeeery funny. So are you going to be
making another one of your 'documentaries?' So have you ever finished one?
I mean, like, in your whole life?"
David: "Jake, rein in your girlfriend, please?"
Jake: "Janie ..."
(The focuses on Jane as she jumps into the shot and sits on the
bed, dead center of the screen.)
Jane: "No, seriously. I wanna be in David's documentary. I think it'll
be ex-ciiiiii-ting."
Jake: "Janie, please, baby. You know I don't like it when you argue
with my brother."
Jane: "And I don't like the way you always take his side."
Jake: "C'mon, baby, let it go. Just this once? For me?"
Jane: "I don't see why you have to go off and spend the whole break on
some camping trip. Ever since the start of last semester, you been
spending less and less time with me. I just wanted us to spend some time
together so we can get back to the way we used to be."
Jake: "We been through this before. It's only for a few days, baby.
This is really important to me, y'know? But you're important too. I'll
call ya the minute I get back. Promise, baby."
Jane: "Promise? Okay. I'm gonna hold you to that, sexy."
David: "I'm gonna hurl."
Jane: (Sneering at the camera.) "Ha ha ha. You're so funny, David.
I'll never understand how two twins can be so damn different. Okay, Jake,
I'm outta here. Have fun, and call me the minute you get back."
Jake: "I will, baby."
(The catches their kiss. Then Jane backs out of the shot.)
Jake: "Later, babe."
Jane: "Later."
(Off-screen, the sound of a door shutting.)
David: "What ... a ... bitch! I'll never understand what you see in
her, Jake."
Jake: "Lay off, Dave, okay? Just ... lay off."
David: "Okay. Whatever. Anyway, have a seat there on the bed. I wanna
get some footage done before bed."
Jake: "Huh? We have to finish packing--"
David: "This'll just take a couple of minutes. It's for the
documentary. Kind of like an establishing shot--you know, to give the
audience some, like, background on who you are and stuff. I'm going to ask
you one question, then you answer it, and we're done for the night. Have a
seat on the bed."
(In the center of the shot, Jake sits cross-legged on the bed. David's
hips, very close, pass in front of the lens again. His butt fills half of
the camera's view as he bends over and adjusts a light. Jake grimaces as
the light hits his face before broadening and softening. He fidgets and
plays with his toes uncomfortably.)
Jake: "Shit, David, I don't see why we have to go through this bullshit.
It's not like I have anything to say about the trip tomorrow. For
chrissakes, it's not like I can say something you haven't heard a hundred
times before."
David: "Maybe I have, but they haven't."
Jake: "Who?"
David: "The viewers."
(David's hip blocks the camera's view again as he walks back behind the
camera.)
David: "Besides, you don't have to say anything profound. I'm going to
ask everybody one question. They get one minute to answer it. It's like a
way of introducing yourselves to the audience."
Jake: "What's the question?"
David: "Nobody can know until I tell them to start. That's kind of the
point."
(The field of view jumps as David adjusts the angle. The image
blurs then sharpens as he fiddles with the focus.)
Jake: "Oh, all right. Let's get this over with."
David: "Ready?"
Jake: "Is that the question?"
David: "No, smart ass. The question is this: Jake Bailey, talk about
yourself."
Jake: "Huh? Talk about myself? What do you mean? ... Oh, I get
it--you don't talk? You don't talk at all? Uh, okay. Well, uhm, my name
is Jake, and this is my room. I'm David's twin brother. That's David over
there behind the camera. Hi, David. He's filming some kind of documentary
about this trip we're going on tomorrow with our anthropology professor and
a couple of other guys. I'm a junior at State, just like David. He's
majoring in film studies, and I'm majoring in anthropology. Uhm ... what
else? Well, I'm into games and music--yeah, music is really
important to me. I like a lot of groups like--hell, I don't know--by the
time this documentary comes out, anyone I talk about will be so 'classic
oldies.' Yuck! I also like boarding and doing stuff outdoors. That's one
reason I'm glad we're going on this camping trip. I like staying active. I
like working out, too. Can you tell? I'm starting to get kind of
muscular. Well, I think so, at least. It! 's starting to pay off. I'm on
the lacrosse team at State, and that helps too. Anyway, we're going on
this camping trip tomorrow with Professor Thrull and a couple of other
guys. I guess they're students too. We're gonna be gone for most of break,
until the day before Fall term starts. We're taking some food with us but
mostly we're going to be hiking up to these places where Indians used
to live. Dr. Thrull says it's out in the middle of this forest, with
nobody around for, like, miles and miles. It's gonna take us two days just
to hike there. He's gonna teach us some stuff about excavations in some
old caves the Indians used and he's gonna show us how the Indians lived.
There's a place he's going to show us that was, like, some kind of
adytum--he says that's a kind of really sacred place, where they went for
special ceremonies to honor the spirits. We're mostly going to live off
the land, just like they did. I'm really psyched about it--it's gonna be a
blast. ! It's like one last chance to have some fun before Fall ter! m
begins, 'cause I'm gonna be taking a lot of hell classes--"
David: "Time."
(Jake visibly relaxes. He falls over on his side, propped on one elbow,
which carries his head past the view frame, cutting him off at the neck.
After a second, the moves as David adjusts it to get Jake's head
back in the frame.)
Jake: "Damn! Was that just one minute? It seemed like forever. That
was pretty hard, getting put on the spot like that. I couldn't think of
anything to say. What have the others been saying when you asked them?"
David: "I dunno. You're the first one."
(The screen cuts to static. Five seconds later, the tape resumes.
Trees moving past. The is in a moving sport utility vehicle,
pointed out the front passenger window at the passing trees and underbrush.
The jerks around, crossing Professor Thrull's profile, then aiming
into the backseat at Jake, sitting with a man, Ted.)
David: "Okaaaay. So are you looking forward to this?"
Jake: (Enthusiastically.) "Oh, yeah, dude!"
David: We gotta pick up one more guy and pick up some stuff, and we are
on our waaaaaaay."
(The turns back out the passenger window and zeroes in on the
rearview mirror, filming the reflection of David aiming the at the
rearview mirror.)
David: "That's me in the mirror. Hi! My name is David, and I'm getting
this all on video. I'm going to use it for a project in this film class
I'm taking this coming semester."
Thrull: "This is the place."
(The car pulls over to the curb and stops in front of a house. The
camera aims at the front door, at two coming out. One, a light-skinned black man, carries a backpack in one hand, grins at the
camera, and waves with his other hand. The other stops just outside
the front door and waves goodbye to the first.)
David: "That's Damien--he was in our class." (Yells out the window.)
"Hey, Damien, ready to go?"
(The zooms in on Damien grinning and waving again to the again as he crosses in front of the vehicle, on his way to the back seat on
the driver's side. The pans across Professor Thrull as it tracks
Damien. Damien opens the door, shoves his backpack over the seat into the
back, climbs in, and pulls the door shut.)
Damien: "Hey, guys."
Jake: "Who's that guy? Your roommate?"
Damien: (Grinning out the window and waving again.) "Kinda. That's my
boyfriend. We're kind of in the process of breaking up."
Jake: (Shocked.) "Boyfriend ...? Uh ..."
Thrull: "Let's get started, shall we? We've got about four hours of
driving ahead of us and then about a six-hour hike to get behind us before
nightfall."
(The pans across scenery as the vehicle starts moving. The lens
jerks around, crossing Professor Thrull's profile, then aiming into the
backseat at Jake, sitting between Ted and Damien. Jake is still pretending
to be engrossed in a magazine after Damien's revelation.)
David: "So what did you bring today?"
Jake: (Holding up items into the camera's view.) "Got some, uhm, potato
chips ... and my favorite, beer ... and, hm-hm, you'd be surprised what
I'm looking at."
(Jake grins and holds up a porn magazine into the camera's view, open to
a spread of two naked women licking each other.)
David: "My Gaaaaaawd!"
Damien: "Gross."
Jake: "She's got really big tits."
David: "Whoa! Fuckin' cool! Look at this, Professor!"
Thrull: (Laughing.) "I'm trying to drive up here, guys."
David: "Hey, Damien, I wanna give you a question and I want you to
answer it any way you want. You get one minute, uninterrupted, to answer
it."
Damien: "Any way I want? What's the question?"
David: "You ready? Damien, talk about yourself."
Damien: "That's a question? Well, okay. Uhm ... Well, my name is
Damien and I'm nineteen. My boyfriend's name is Travis--hi, Travis!--and
he's pretty hot--"
Jake: "Eww!"
Damien: "Hush. He said 'uninterrupted.' Anyway, I'm half-black on my
father's side, and I'm part-Cuban and part-Cherokee on my mother's side.
So when Professor Thrull invited me to come on this trip, I jumped at the
chance, 'cause it's like this chance to get in touch with some of my roots,
you know? See where they lived and stuff like that. My roots are
important to me, y'know? I'm really in touch with the Cuban side of my
heritage. I lived in Cuba with my until I was eighteen. Can you tell
by my accent? I learned English, like, a couple years ago so I could come
here to go to school. I used to wait tables in my uncle's restaurant when
I was in Cuba. When I was sixteen this big, sexy tourist from New
York came in. He was so handsome I brought him a drink on the house, but
then I didn't know what else to say. So he offered to show me how I could
learn to improve my English, back at his room. He said he was going to
teach me the Alphabet. You know,! like, 'A is for Asshole,' and then
he made this circle with his thumb and finger so I'd understand. Then he
said, 'B is for Buttfuck,' and he poked his finger through the hole. And
'C is for Cock,' and he put my hand on his crotch so I could feel his big,
hard boner straining through his jeans--"
Jake: "Excuse me--this is just fucking way too much information!"
Damien: "He said I could answer it any way I wanted. Anyway, that night
after I got off, I met him at the beachfront house he was renting for the
summer, and I got to know his cock up close and personal. By the time
summer was over, I spoke English just as well as he did--"
David: "Time."
Jake: (Protesting to David.) "That was more than one minute."
David: "Was it? I guess I lost track."
Jake: "You did that on purpose. Uh--no offense, Damien."
Damien: (Smugly.) "None taken."
Thrull: "Gentlemen, this is where we turn. This is where we park and
start hiking."
(The tape jumps into static. Thirty seconds later, it resumes.
Daylight. The pans across trees, grass, a sport utility vehicle's
rear bumper, a couple of legs. Backpacks are being unloaded. Someone
drops another one onto the ground at the periphery of the camera's view.)
David: "Okay, I'm gonna start getting this on film."
Dr. Thrull: (Warningly, from off-screen.) "David ..."
David: "It won't get in the way, Doc. Honest. Pretty soon you'll
forget the is even here. If it starts annoying anybody, I'll turn
it off."
Dr. Thrull: "Well, okay. For now, anyway. Damien, can you get that
one? Jake, here's one for you."
David: "Here we are, starting off. We've driven about four hours to the
middle of nowhere, and now--"
Dr. Thrull: "Here, David, you take this one."
(The swings around and points at Dr. Thrull, who hands a large
red backpack out of the back of his vehicle. David's arm enters the frame
from the side and takes the pack. The field of view tilts suddenly as the
pack's weight yanks David's arm down. In the background, two laugh as
the stops a few inches short of the ground.)
David: "Holy fuck! What's in this thing?"
Dr. Thrull: (Laughing too.) "Oh, come on. It can't be all that heavy."
(The jumps wildly--panning across trees, dirt and rocks, trees
again, Jake's face, David's shoulder--as David pulls on the backpack. It
finally settles on Dr. Thrull, who is locking up the rear door of his
vehicle.)
David: "That's Dr. Thrull, our teacher and official guide for the next
several days. He's the one who has to make sure we learn how to live off
the land and don't have to eat each other to survive."
Damien: (From off-screen.) "And don't get lost either--that's important
too."
David: "Yeah, that's important too."
(The pans to Ted, a youth, about twenty-one years old,
shifting under the weight of a heavy backpack.)
David: "That's Teddy."
(The pans again, passing Jake.)
David: "That's my Jake again."
(The pans again to a slim of nineteen, who smiles for
the camera.)
David: "And that's Damien, the last of our little group of happy
campers."
Dr. Thrull: (From off-screen.) "Okay, guys, let's get started. We've
got a long hike ahead of us before nightfall."
(The watches Dr. Thrull head onto a trail heading up the hill.
Jake and Damien follow him, hoisting heavy packs. The bobs as David
follows Damien, close behind. The aims over Damien's shoulder, at
trees, bits of sky, occasional glimpses of Dr. Thrull slightly ahead of
them.)
David: "So this is it. Everybody ready? We're officially on our way.
But to where exactly? What will we encounter and what will we learn about
ourselves? These and other questions will be answered during our next two
weeks together."
Jake: (From off-screen.) "Jeez, David--will you fucking listen to
yourself? Turn that damn off!"
Damien: "Yeah, turn it off until there's something to film, dude.
Unless you just like making a about my butt."
David: "Fuck you, Jake. You too, Damien."
(The angle drops, picking up Damien's legs, and David's hand
swipes into the frame, fumbles at the controls.)
Damien: (Teasingly.) "It'll be the best piece of ass you ever had, white
boy. I promise you that."
David: "Uh, frickin' whatev's, dude ..."
Thrull: (Over his shoulder.) "Everything okay back there?"
David: "You bet, Professor. What's our first stop?"
Thrull: "We've got to hike about four hours before we camp for the
night. There are some caves that we'll pass about three hours in with some
cave drawings--these probably predate the Native Americans--and I think
that will start getting us in the right frame of mind."
David: "Cool."
Thrull: "One last thing. Anyone got a cell phone? Pager? Radio?"
Jake: "I've got a phone."
Thrull"
"Leave it in the glove compartment. I don't want any distractions on
this trip."
Jake: "But what if--"
Thrull: "No 'buts.' I told you when we planned this trip: no cell
phones. Leave it in the glove compartment, and you can claim it when we get
back."
Jake: "Yes, sir."
Thrull: "Is that everything? No one else has any contraband? Okay,
then--let's get underway."
(Thrull starts up the hill, following a trail. Jake falls in behind
him, followed by Damien, and the camera.)
Jake: (Over his shoulder to the camera.) "Are we having fun yet?
Uh-huh! Uh-huh!"
(The records trees, rocks, grass, undergrowth, occasional
exchanges between the men. Eventually, they emerge from the forest.
The records their progress up the flat face of the mountainside, in
the blazing sunlight. Professor Thrull, caught in the edge of the camera's
view as David stumbles over a rock outcropping, is the first to take off
his in the heat. Periodically, the catches one of the others
pause to take off his too. David puts the down, and it
patiently views his leg as he takes off his own shirt, then picks up the
camera again. After a long stretch, Jake turns to the camera.)
Jake: "Dude, it's, like, so fucking hot. Can you believe how fucking
hot it is? Who's got the water bottle?"
Ted: "Me. Here you go."
Damien: "Fuck, it's hot."
Jake: (Sneering.) "I think that's a well-established fact by now."
Thrull: "Hey, now--"
David: "Don't stop them, Professor. They're just being real. This is
great stuff."
(The zooms in on Ted, wiping sweat off his forehead, who grins
uncomfortably, and steps aside. The pans to Jake and zooms in for
an close-up.)
David: "Gratuitous close-up!"
Jake: (Grinning.) "Will you get that damn thing out of my face?"
David: (Singing.) "Camera One closes in. /
The soundtrack starts; the scene begins. /
You're playing you now. /
You're playing you nooooow."
Jake: "And will you stop singing that damn song, please?"
David: (Continues singing.) "You're playing you now. /
Take a bow. Take a boooow."
Jake: "Sheesh. I don't know what's worse--you sticking that damned
camera in our faces, or your singing."
Damien: "Definitely the singing."
Ted: "No, the heat's worse than both of those. But the singing's a
close second."
Damien: "Yeah."
David: (Laughing.) "Oh, fuck you. So, guys, how hot do you think it is?
A hundred degrees?"
Jake: "Oh, at least, dude! I think I'm getting a sunburn too. Anybody
got some sun block?"
Damien: "Sure. Here."
Jake: "What're you doing with sun block?"
Damien: "Huh?"
Jake: "I mean, you're black."
Damien: "Black people can sunburn too, dude."
Jake: "Oh. Um ... I guess I never thought about that."
Damien: "You want the sun block or not?"
Jake: "Uh, yeah. Thanks."
Ted: "Anybody know what time it is? I'm ready for some lunch."
Thrull: "Guy Davenport once wrote, 'The first thing to go when you walk
into the wilderness is time. You eat when you are hungry, rest when you
are tired. You fill a moment to its brim.'"
Ted: "Huh?"
Damien: "Who is this guy Dabbinport?"
Thrull: "Guy Davenport. He's a author."
Damien: "Never heard of him."
Thrull: "He was writing about the way people's perception changes when
they get away from civilization. Out here, people just naturally fall more
in tune with nature. Something about the outdoors reminds people of their
pre-civilized origins, before cell phones, before cars, before any of the
things that separate them from the spiritual parts of the world."
Jake: (Looking around, then mugging a grin for the camera.) "What it
reminds me of is that Monty Python episode. You know--the one about
how to recognize different kinds of trees from a long way off, the one
where every tree is, 'Number one ... the Larch .... the Larch.'"
(The sweeps around at the distant tree line.)
David: "I don't get it."
Damien: "Me neither. What's a lurch got to do with anything?"
Jake: "Never mind." (Shoving his face close to the camera.) "I guess
it's obvious which one of us twins is the smart one."
Thrull: "Gentlemen, don't let the heat get to you. The Native American
shaman has a very easy trick for beating it."
Damien: "Yeah? And what was that? Better tell us quick--I'm so hot my
nipples are sweating."
Jake: "Yuck, Damien. Just ... yuck."
Thrull: "It's a way to open up your consciousness. Try this with me.
Everybody stop just a moment. That's it. Just stand as still as you can
and listen to me. Close your eyes. There's a sound that's perfectly
natural for you to make. It's like a mantra. Maybe it's like an,
'oooooo,' or maybe it's like an, 'mmmmmm.' Just take a moment and find that
sound. Use it to push the heat away and feel cooler. Don't worry if it's
not the same sound the others are making or the same pitch. Find your
sound, and make your sound. Try to hold the sound steady for thirty
seconds. Ready? One, two, three. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm ..."
(The camera, neglected while their eyes are closed, angles down at the
ground and someone's foot.)
Thrull: "Okay. Open your eyes. How do you feel? Cooler?"
(The rights itself, closing in on Professor Thrull's head.)
Ted: "Yeah, I do."
Damien: "Yeah."
Jake: "Me too."
David: "How's that work, Professor?"
Thrull: "It's a little trick that we modern call 'waking hypnosis.'
We think of hypnosis as something modern but it's really not. The tribal
shamans have been using techniques similar to it for centuries. The secret
is in creating suggestibility and using it to help the person get something
he wants. You wanted to feel cooler, and the technique helped you get
your mind off the heat. Let's take a five-minute break, and then we'd
better get started if we're going to make it to the caves and the first
camp site by nightfall."
Damien: "So all that ... that waking hypnosis shit--that was just a
trick?"
Thrull: "No, it was very real. You felt the difference, didn't you?"
Damien: "Yeah ...?"
Thrull: "Let's try another experiment. Have you ever had a conversation
with someone and later you know you enjoyed the conversation but you can't
quite remember what you talked about?"
Damien: "Yeah, I guess so."
Thrull: "What we're going to do next might seem a little like that.
Trust me, though--it'll take your mind off the heat in no time."
Damien: "I heard that!"
Thrull: "All I want you to do--all of you--is start counting backward
from 300. No matter what I say, just keep counting. If you lose count,
that's okay--just fall back in with the others. Try not to listen to me
any more than you have to. You'll still be able to hear everything I say,
but try not to listen. What's important is that you keep counting. Go
ahead and start counting."
All: (In unison.) "Three hundred ... two ninety-nine ... two
ninety-eight ..."
Thrull: "Just let everything happen, exactly as it wants to happen.
Don't try to make anything happen, and don't try to stop anything from
happening. Just allow everything to unfold and happen as it feels like it
wants to, naturally and easily. Presently you'll find yourself counting a
little slower. Now, I want you to bring your awareness to your arms. In a
few moments, your arms will begin to feel heavy. So very, very heavy that
when you try to lift them, they'll just drop back down. So heavy that you
just can't be bothered to lift them at all. Like two lead weights. The
more you try to lift those two very heavy, lead arms, the more you'll find
that you simply can't. The more you try, the more you can't."
(The swings down, aiming at the dirt, as David's arm slumps.)
Thrull: "And next I'll ask you to bring your awareness into your eyes. I
think you may find your eyes are becoming more ... and more tired. Very
tired. They may even feel a little watery, or may even go out of focus.
Already your eyelids are beginning to feel very heavy and very tired.
Presently you may find that they begin to blink more heavily, becoming more
and more tired. As soon as they begin to blink, more heavily, just let
them blink, more heavily, more, as often as they like. You see. They're
starting to blink very heavily and feel very tired right now. Your eyelids
... growing heavier and heavier. So heavy, in fact, that they feel like
they want to close, entirely on their own. As soon as they feel like they
want to close, let them go; just let them close. And they're already
feeling like they want to close, aren't they? Now let them go. Closing
down more and more heavily, more and more relaxed and calm. No need to
count anymore. Let yourself go, comp! letely loose and completely limp.
Breathe quietly, in, and out. Sleep now. Sleep very, very deeply indeed.
Relax completely. Give yourself up to this very pleasant, relaxed, drowsy
feeling. Just sleep now. Very, very deeply indeed. Now, I want you all
to bring your awareness to the hand you write with. Concentrate as best
you can in your tired, relaxed state of mind and body. In a moment,
instead of feeling heavy, it will begin to feel lighter and lighter. Light
as a feather. As if there's no weight in it at all. Lighter. Lighter.
Wanting to float up into the air all by itself, just like a balloon. A
bright balloon of your favorite color, as if your hand is tied to that
balloon with a piece of string. Floating slowly up into the air, all by
itself, as the balloon lifts it higher and higher."
(The starts to pan upward as David's hand rises, until it is
pointing vaguely at distant treetops.)
Thrull: "That's fine. Just allow your hand to hover there, all by
itself. See how little effort it takes--in fact, no effort at all--just to
allow it to stay there. Floating there. Effortlessly. All by itself.
While you just experience what a natural and wonderful feeling it gives
you, just floating there in the air. Now, in just a moment, I'm going to
ask to listen to a few suggestions, and you'll find it very easy to listen,
even if you feel so tired and out of it--"
(The tape runs out.)
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