Mischa, @mctf21, was excited. Today they would be hypnotizing their first victim, Tim Gabel. Mischa did this by having the guys go to his home gym, which became much more elaborate, thanks to the Celebworld money. He was already pretty famous in the field, so most bodybuilders and fitness models wouldn’t decline working with the hunk. Tim and Mischa spent a good two hours working out together. Both had gone shirtless by the end of it, and both were sweating buckets.
“You have a shower down here, too, man?”
“I do, but do you want to learn an easier way to cool down?”
“I guess. You’re not going to do any gay shit, right?”
“No. 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. Tim, 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.”
Tim’s eyes fluttered open, and lo and behold, there was the orange Mischa expected.
“Tim, who is your master?”
“You are my Master, sir. I live to please you.”
“Great. You will remain down here in an auxiliary part of this floor that has housing.”
“I will live here with you, Master.”
“You are to remain nude at all times, and not cleanse yourself unless I give you permission.”
“I will remain nude and smelly until you tell me otherwise, Master.” With that, Tim slipped out of his gym shorts and jockstrap, revealing an ample sized cock.
“Wow, you’re packing down there!” noted Mischa, who reached and grabbed the cock. Unlike Chris, Mischa didn’t have too many pesky rules controlling what he could and couldn’t do, and so began to stroke off the brain-dead himbo. It was hot seeing him relax as Mischa put in all the hard work. Eventually, Tim came, and it was quite the spectacle. Apparently, he hadn’t jerked off in a while, and so cum flew past his head as he writhed in ecstasy. Mischa was enjoying it a lot, too, collecting what he could in his mouth, and noting where it went so he could clean it up later.
“Now go to your room and get it ready,” commanded Mischa. Unlike with Chris, a script to bring them out wasn’t necessary, as they would remain at Mischa’s home until they were needed. And Celebworld’s expense account could easily cover transportation to Dr. Chris’ hidden from the public eye. Mischa got back to work getting the more famous Calum Von Moger to visit his home gym. And as he left, he placed his palm on the biometric pad, locking the doors once they were closed securely. Mischa had put in quite a few precautions in case his hypnosis didn’t stick, but he didn’t see any reason why it would not.