Dr. Chris was flabbergasted. For the first time since the very beginning of their hypnotherapy adventures, there was no double clients today. Trevor had noted that while another slew of requests had come, from John, they all involved celebs already on the island. So, while Chris was a bit annoyed, they were looking forward to seeing Brandon Wynn today, the artistic gymnast.
They were also upset at the lack of paperwork to do, so they were quite visibly bored by the time Brandon walked in.
“Hello, Dr. Chris. Thank you for seeing me today.”
“No problem, Brandon. What brings you in today?”
“I would like to try hypnotherapy, to see if it will be helpful to add to my training regimen and lessons.”
“Of course. 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. Brandon, 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.”
Brandon’s eyes opened, and they were a vivid orange. Chris was now at a bit of an impasse. They had always had something else to say here. It suddenly came to them.
“Brandon, hypnotherapy will be a perfect addition to your regimen. You will work with Mischa Janiec, and send men to me for additional therapy.”
“Yes, Master. I will send more men to you, and work with Mischa.”
“Good. Now take off your shirt and pants for me.”
“Yes, Master.” Chris once again skipped the shirt, as his case file already showed him shirtless. They had not seen him in a singlet, however, and so they waited to see his bulge. It did not disappoint, as the jock he was wearing left nothing to the imagination.
“Take it off for me,” they then added.
“Yes, Master.” Brandon complied, and his massive cock was revealed. Apparently, the fitness nut also worked on training his cock size, as it was a ridiculous 6″ flaccid.
“Jerk off for me, but do not cum.”
“Yes, Master.” Chris expected him to be a shower, but he was actually a grower. His cock topped out at a foot erect, a shocking sight.
“How did you get your cock so big?”
“I just pulled and pulled on it, under an urologist’s watchful eye, Master,” droned on Brandon, while continuing to jerk off.
“Interesting,” Chris noted. They had to talk to their urologist about this. They then commanded him to stop jerking himself off, but remain rock hard as long as he could. Chris then spoke the ending 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.”
Brandon did so, still rocking a massive erection. “Dr. Chris, can I have your business card? I’ll like to attach it to our client sheet.”
“No problem, and remember to get dressed as well!” Brandon did so, and Chris got on their phone, to solidify a meeting they had hoped to get to for some time. For the time being, they would just do one celeb, unless there was a need for another.