Zac was getting ready to go see his new therapist. Filming for his Ted Bundy movie had recently finished, and he needed an added push to escape from that hellish mindset. He looked over the headlines from the week. Justin Bieber had come out, and Channing Tatum was spotted at a male strip club. What Zac didn’t know yet was this was the work of one nefarious hypnotherapist.
He arrived at their office an hour later.
“Zac, please come on in.”
Zac did so, and situated himself comfortably.
“So, Zac, what brings you in today?”
“Well, filming just wrapped on my Ted Bundy biopic, and I need help getting out of the serial killer mindset.”
“Does this happen often while filming?”
“Yeah. My previous therapist said I suffered from transference. For a little while after I wrap, I’m still in that mindset.”
“And you’re scared, because your mindset is now one of a serial killer’s?”
“Did you read the email I had sent you?”
“Good. Zac, I would like to try hypnotherapy. Unfortunately, it’s not a panacea in your case, but it will stop your mindset from being one of a serial killer.”
“Okay. I’ll do it.” Zac was willing to do anything to relieve himself of this horror.
“I want you to lie down and relax. Close your eyes, and listen to my voice. You are getting sleepy. You enjoy the sound of my voice. You want to listen to my voice. You want to obey my voice. Zac, I will now count backwards from 5. When I reach 1, you will be completely under my control, and open your eyes.
“5, you are starting to go under.
“4, you’re getting deeper.
“3, I control you now.
“2, no one else matters but me.
“1, I am your master.”
Zac’s eyes fluttered open, and the orange spiral appeared.
“Zac, are you gay?”
“You are now gay. Women will be of no interest to you.”
“Take off your shirt.”
After Zac did that, Chris commanded, “Flex for me while I feel your muscles.”
“Yes, master.” Chris was in heaven as they rubbed the hunk’s muscular body.
“Has anyone ever done that to you before?”
“Sami Miro, master.”
“Wow. You two must have been kinky. Take off your pants for me.”
“Yes, master.” Zac took them off to reveal a jockstrap, a tight jockstrap.
“What’s the deal with the jock?”
“I wore them on the set of High School Musical to get myself in character. It has been my preferred underwear ever since then.”
“Take it off now. I want to see Zac Efron’s cock.” Zac slipped off his jock to reveal a monster cock. Chris knew it was flaccid, so Zac’s flaccid cock measured just about seven inches long.
“Fuck, Zac! Wait here.” Chris made sure the cameras were still rolling, and then commanded Zac, “Jerk off for me.”
“Yes, master.” Chris watched in childish glee as Zac’s behemoth dick rose to full mast. It doubled in size to a monster 14” long! No wonder why his hands couldn’t contain in all in Dirty Grandpa. Zac continued stroking as Chris ogled the hot celebrity. He was their hottest client yet.
After masturbating for another five minutes or so, Zac ejaculated. It wasn’t anything massive, but it was certainly big.
“Zac, you will contact NextDoor Studios and have them set up a contract with you.”
“Yes, master. I will join NextDoor Studios.”
“But you will not be an exclusive.”
“I will not be an exclusive.”
“You will also announce publicly that you are gay.”
“I will come out publicly.”
“When I say ‘wake up’, you will do so, and not have any conscious memory of this session. Your subconscious will remember everything, though. And you will be fine being nude around me, but only in my office. I lock this in with the phrase, ‘Burnt baby powder’. Wake up.”
Zac’s eyes fluttered again, and the orange went away.
“Did it work, Chris?”
“It most certainly did. But I have a funny feeling this won’t happen again.”
“Because I’m doing porn.”
“That’s right. Don’t forget your homework, and also to get dressed before you leave.”
“Yes, sir.” Zac got dressed and left. Chris went over to the camera room, and brought up the last hour’s footage. They had nice clear shots of the Hollywood hunk jerking off. They loved their job.