Taylor pulled up to his new therapist’s office. He was pissed that his publicist sent him here instead of to another audition. He was now being typecast as the hot and dumb frat boy, but he wanted more dramatic roles. He noticed Charlie Hunnam walking into the same building.

“Hey! Charlie!” Charlie turned his head to look.

“Taylor Lautner? What are you doing here?”

“Is Chris your therapist as well?”

“They are.”

“Are they good?”

“Most certainly. I must get going though. I can’t be late!” Charlie rushed inside as Taylor followed. When he stepped into the office, he was surprised to see an androgynous person walking with Charlie into the office. Maybe “they” meant a non-binary person.

“Hello, Charlie.” SNAP! “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 sexual 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, ‘Rentual’. Wake up!” SNAP!

“Whoa, doc. Did I go under again?”

“Yes. Your commands should be kicking in any second now. Please exit through the back and get into the waiting limousine.”

“Of course, Master.” Charlie did that while Taylor was called in.

“Wait. Where did Charlie go? You didn’t fucking murder him, right?”

“No, I did not. He just went out the back way. Now, Taylor, tell me why you’re here.”

“My fucking publicist wants it, but I think he thinks I have anxiety. I haven’t booked a starring role in a couple of years, and I’m being typecast as the dumb jock.”

“I see. And you’ve been acting since you were very young, right?”

“I have. Sharkboy was one of my earliest.”

“The anxiety, I believe, is stemming from the idea that an integral part of you is missing.”

“What can I do to fix that?”

“I find hypnotherapy to work wonders with this. Would you be willing to try it?”

“Fuck rutabaga!”

Chris stifled a laugh as they began. “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. Taylor, 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. Wake up!”

Taylor’s eyes fluttered open, and revealed the orange Chris was always expecting.

“Taylor, you will no longer think of acting as an integral part of yourself. It will still be an important part of your life, and your job, but a dry spell will no longer affect you in the same way.” Chris hated reworking their minds, only for Trevor to make them docile slaves. Still, it had to be done in case a celebrity was not admitted onto the island.

“I no longer believe that.”

“Good. I now want you to strip naked for me.”

“Yes, master.” Taylor hadn’t fallen victim to a leaked photo hack, yet, so Chris didn’t know what his junk actually looked like. It did not disappoint, with a girthy cock that was a bit long, flaccid.

“Masturbate for me. Also, how long is your cock?”

“Yes, master. 11”, master.” Chris made sure the cameras will still rolling. Trevor had started sending Celebworld checks, and they splurged on a more discreet video recording system, which didn’t rely on film. All video went directly to their phone.

A couple minutes later, Taylor came. “Lick it up for me,” Chris commanded. Taylor did so, and surprisingly, also did it in a sexual way. They then continued, “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!”

Taylor did so, and the orange slowly went away.

“Wow, doc. It really worked! I feel better already!”

“That’s great, Taylor. Let’s meet again next week to check in. And remember to get dressed!”

“Will do!” Taylor got dressed and left, while Chris focused on their finances. They were going to be rolling in the dough shortly, but that would make them look suspicious at the bank they currently went to. They began the arduous process of transferring everything over.

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