Dr. Chris had a very special guest today. Tom fucking Brady was coming to see him, and bringing the insanely hot Eric Decker along. The two arrived at their office, and Tom requested to go in first.
He shut the door and said, “I want in.”
“I don’t think your device or whatever works on me. I’ve been wondering where some of the NFL’s key players are, and I found out they are under your control.”
“So, you want to work with us?”
“Chris, I’m surprised my body hasn’t given out yet from all the football I’ve played. This will be an extremely lucrative career path once I retire.”
“I can see. Here, I’ll give you the contact for my Celebworld associate. You can talk to him while I work my magic with Eric here.”
“Of course.” Chris handed him the card, and then the two football players exchanged places.
“That was quick,” noted Eric.
“Oh, Tom just needed a tuneup. But what brings you in today, Eric?”
“I want to be a gym rat?”
“Well, I retired from the NFL, and my wife and I have enough income streams to make our lifestyle last for quite a while. But I need a way to maintain this body, and I don’t have team workouts anymore.”
“Very well then. 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. Eric, 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.”
Eric opened his eyes, and there was the orange they knew and loved.
“Eric, you now love working out by yourself. Your goal is to maintain that hot body of yours, and you won’t care what you have to do to do it.”
“I am now a gym rat, Master.”
“Good. Now take off your shirt and flex for me, boy.”
“Yes, Master.” Eric did so and revealed a ripped body, showing that he didn’t get too far behind on his workouts. He then went through a variety of bodybuilding poses for Chris’ enjoyment, including their favorite, the double biceps. Once they had enough, they issued the next command.
“Take off your bottoms for me.”
“Yes, Master.” Chris really didn’t care what underwear Eric was wearing, but was a bit shocked by the thong.
“Now jerk off for me.”
“Yes, Master.” As Eric started, Chris made sure they were filming. Eric was going to be the first nude leak in a while, and it was going to be juicy. His cock was massive, with it reaching about 10 or 11” rock hard. Chris sat back and enjoyed as Eric beat his meat for the entire world to see. Once they had enough, they stopped the video and went for 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.”
Eric’s eyes fluttered open, and they were the normal color. A brain reboot also took place again, and Eric flashed his pearly whites as he thanked Dr. Chris. He left, and Tom reentered the office.
“Trevor and I had a nice chat. I’m officially in, but he mentioned something about hypno-powers? Apparently, Mischa has them.”
“He does, but not too many bodybuilders and fitness models want to see a hypnotherapist. Football jocks consistently do, but you can help to goad them in my direction, and you’ll get a nice cut of the profits as well.”
“Sweet! Thanks, Chris. I won’t let you down.” Tom left with Eric in tow, as the world was quickly spreading the hunky football star’s sex tape. Chris had to do some menial work of adding Tom to the island’s various databases and bank accounts.