Dr. Chris patiently awaited their next victim. It was Justin Timberlake, one of the first celebrities to figure out something was amiss. He arrived at Dr. Chris’ office still mute, as per his commands. Chris immediately went into the Celebworld script, as he wasn’t sure if Justin was just faking the whole time.
“Justin, you will no longer 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, ‘Ekalrebmit’. Wake up.”
Justin woke up, but still had that same glazed over look in his eyes. They sent him away, just in time for Sam Mikulak to arrive. They weren’t sure when Justin was going to be done, so they had him arrive early, just in case.
“Hi! I’m Sam!”
“Nice to meet you, Sam. Dr. Chris. What brings you in today?”
“I’m getting a bit nervous. I’m the only one from Rio still competing, and I’m still quite young. However, my brain is telling me to quit, like all my teammates did.”
“That is a confusing sentiment. So, are you thinking hypnotherapy will be the cure?”
“I sure hope so! My fellow Olympian Chris said you did a fucking good job!”
“I do. 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. Sam, 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.”
Sam’s eyes fluttered open, and there was the orange.
“Sam, you will now have no qualms about competing still.”
“Yes, Master.” Chris kept it short, as competitions were quite different than acting.
“Take off your shirt for me.”
“Yes, Master.” Chris had seen the whole damn team shirtless, but that was two years ago. Sam still kept up that killer body, and even appeared more muscular.
“Flex for me.”
“Yes, Master.” Sam went through the arsenal of poses, including the double biceps, Chris’ favorite.
“Take off your pants for me.”
“Yes, Master.” Normally, Chris wouldn’t care what underwear they had on, but they always wondered what gymnasts wore. To his surprise, it was not a jock, but a tight fitting pair of briefs. His flaccid cock was clearly straining to escape, so Chris obliged. Once Sam was naked, he was instructed to masturbate.
“Yes, Master.” The power of his thrusts were incredible. With arms being equally or even more important to male gymnasts than females, their masturbation was much more intense. Chris was filming, but they were somewhat saddened by the ejaculation. Apparently, Sam’s brain innately slowed down, so the cumshot only made it up to his abs, and not his face, where Chris thought it might land. The amount of cum, however, more than made up for it, with it oozing down Sam’s abs’ crevices as Chris launched into the closing script.
“When I say ‘wake up’, you will do so, and not have any conscious memory of this session. Your subconscious will remember everything. 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.”
“Oh,” said Sam, as he woke up. Chris anticipated that Sam waking up might make him a bit more ditzy than he already was. However, the goofy grin turned into a genuine one when the hypnotic suggestion kicked in. “Thank you so much, Dr. Chris!”
“No problem, Sam. And remember to get changed before you leave.”
“Of course!” After they helped to get his clothes on, they got to work on paperwork for Trevor now, concerning taxes, and where Celebworld legally was. They also called Simone Biles, so she could keep an eye on Sam until he was called back.