christhehypnotherapist:

Charlie parked in his new therapist’s parking lot. To his surprise, Justin Bieber’s car was also parked there. The two had never met before, but most people in California would recognize the deep red, almost iron, color of a DiStefano Bugatti. Charlie was going over the crazy news this week. Justin and Zac Efron had come out; Luke Evans was filming spanking Tom Daley; Chris Hemsworth seemed a little too handsy with Liam; and Channing was full frontal stripping. Chris had done a very good job making sure nothing could be traced back to their office.

Charlie saw Justin sitting in the waiting room, reading Men’s Health. He was on the cover.

“Charlie Hunnam! It’s nice to meet you. I love your workout routine!”

“Thanks, bud. So, you see Chris as well?”

“Most famous people do, Charlie. There was some kind of freak accident at a therapist convention, and so Chris took over.”

“Have you been seeing him long?”

“This is my second session.”

“Justin, I’m ready.”

“Okay. Nice meeting you, Charlie.”

“You as well.” Justin seemed to act a bit strange, childish even. Charlie picked up the Men’s Health magazine. He never got his advance copy.

In Chris’ office, a young adult was standing there.

“Who’s this?” asked Justin, while he was stripping.

“I’m Trevor Hult. I run fashion, almost literally. That means I have a lot of money to burn. I want to open up a Westworld-like attraction, but with celebrities. You’ll be my first victim.”

“Victim?”

“Trevor, we talked about this.”

“Fine, attraction. Once you are completely under the two layers of hypnosis, then I will tell my partners to add you to the cloud.”

“What the fuck does that mean?”

“It means that the world won’t miss you. You won’t be forgotten, though, which means you can be my spokesperson for Celebworld.”

“Wait,” said Chris. “Before we start, I’m still confused. What exactly happens again?”

“The celeb is removed from normal reality in people’s mind. They will remember Justin’s nude photos with Sahara Ray, but they think he lives at Celebworld.”

“I get it now.”

“What if I don’t want to go through with this?”

“You will go through with this.”

“I will go through with this.”

“Wow, that’s fucking hot,” said Trevor. “Now, did you get the script I sent you?”

“Yes, and my pronouns are they and them. Just because I have a penis doesn’t mean I’m a he.”

“Sorry. I’m still getting used to it.”

“No problem. Justin, when I snap my fingers, you will fall under deep hypnosis. Understood?”

“Yes, master, I understand.” SNAP!

“Justin, you will not remember that you should not be in Celebworld. You will always think that is your home. While you are on the island, you are to remain nude, unless a guest wants you clothed. If a guest does not want you, you will remain in the celebrity village, and stay there until you are needed. If you leave, there will be dire consequences. You have the right to refuse extreme desires, such as death or self-mutilation. Anything else that would not cause serious or irreversible damage is fair game. Your new sexuality identity is polysexual. You will not care who you have sex with. You will also consume pills with your breakfast daily. These pills will stop the spread of most diseases to you. I lock this in with the word, Rebeir.”

“Yes, master.”

“When I snap my fingers, you will wake up, but not completely. You will still be under hypnosis, but not as severe as before.” SNAP!

Justin became more rigid, like he was prepared to wake up. “Justin, your new favourite colour is chartreuse. I lock this in with the phrase, ‘I’ll tell you what I want, what I really, really want’.”

“My new favourite colour is chartreuse.”

“When I snap my fingers again, you will wake up completely.” SNAP!

“Oh, was I under again?”

“Yes.” The new hypnosis then kicked in, and Justin became a puppet for Trevor to use.

“I’ll be leaving out the back door with him.”

“Okay.” After Chris had made sure the two men had safely drove away, they invited Charlie in.

“Where’d Justin go?”

“Oh, he’s a bit paranoid about paparazzi. He likes to go out the back exit.”

“I see.”

“So, Charlie, what brings you in today?”

“I think I might be metrosexual.”

“There’s no problem with that, Charlie.”

“But it’s interfering with my sex life. Sex with a woman takes an obnoxious amount of time to get ready, and even just masturbating required me to look my best.”

“I now see your concern. I am a hypnotherapist, and this seems to be something that can easily be fixed by that. Would you like to try it?”

“I don’t see why not. I haven’t been able to do a quickie in over a year.”

“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. Charlie, 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.”

Charlie’s eyes fluttered open, revealing the orange hypno-spiral.

“Charlie, you are no longer a metrosexual. You care about your looks as much as a normal person should.”

“I am no longer a metrosexual, master.”

“Are you gay, Charlie?”

“No, master, I am straight.”

“You will now be polysexual.”

“I am now poly.”

“Take off your clothes for me.” Chris had seen Charlie shirtless plenty of times before in the past, so they wanted to see his cock. It was a moderate 8.5”, not too big, but larger than average.

“Jerk off for me.”

“I will jerk off for you.” Chris watched as Charlie did one of the oddest masturbation techniques ever. He used two fingers from both hands to rub part of his cock. It evidently worked, as Charlie came fairly quickly.

“Charlie, 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’.”

Charlie’s eyes fluttered again, and he woke up.

“Did it work, doc?”

“I believe it did. Look, you came, and you were only under for fifteen minutes.”

“Wow! It does work! I can’t wait to tell all my friends about you, Chris!”

“Celeb clients only, but thank you, Charlie. Here’s a tissue to wipe up the sperm, and remember to get dressed before you leave.”

That line never got old. They closed up soon after Charlie left, as they had an important phone call with Trevor, only Trevor wasn’t sure when he was actually going to call.

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