Mischa’s next target was his most difficult out of the three so far. Metodi Spasov had gone out of the public eye for quite a bit, but Mischa lured him in, offering a one on one training session with Calum Von Moger. The day that Metodi was coming, Mischa trained the bodybuilder on what to do.
“You are to work out with until he wants to stop. You will not go nude or pantless, but shirtless is fine. Do not push Metodi too hard. When you two are finished, sent him into my office.”
“Yes, Master. I will do all of that.”
“Oh, and speak normally!”
“You got it, sir!” Mischa retreated to his office and turned on the gym cameras. Metodi arrived a few minutes later, and the two bodybuilders walked downstairs. Metodi was still as jacked as ever, his t-shirt nearly breaking from his gigantic pecs and biceps. The two began to work out, and neither held back. Only a few minutes in, the shirts came off, and that caused the intensity to pick up.
After finishing up an intense circuit, Metodi called it a day.
“Good job, man. My trainer wants to see you in his office. He’s just through that door.”
“He owns this fucking sweet gym, and part of the deal of living upstairs is I need to bring in clients from time to time. Will you join?”
“Fuck yeah I will!” Metodi got up and made his way to Mischa’s office. Calum watched as it was quickly shut, which was his trigger to revert back to his new normal state. He stripped completely nude and went back into the bedroom area, where Tim was. In Mischa’s office, he wasted no time hypnotizing Metodi, having his eyes ready for quite a while.
“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. Celeb, 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.”
Mischa always laughed when the men slumped down on command, but he had some real work to do.
“Metodi, stand up and take off your bottoms.”
“Yes, Master.” Metodi did so, and revealed that those gains weren’t all natural. He was the first micropenis Mischa, or any hypnotherapist, had seen yet.
“Oh. Metodi, you are to remain nude in this house unless I tell you otherwise. You will follow the rules your fellow bodybuilders have set for themselves. Anything I say, you will do without question.”
“Yes, Master, I will do all of that.” Metodi left, which meant Mischa could get on the phone with Chris.
“Hey, Mischa. What’s up?”
“We have a situation on our hands. Metodi has a micropenis.”
“Are you sure it’s not a grower?”
“Chris, it was half a fucking ball long, flaccid. I’ll pay you my entire Celebworld cut if it was true.”
“I see. I wonder if Trevor has come up with a solution to that yet. Why don’t you give him a call?”
“On it!” Mischa hung up the phone and dialed Trevor’s number.
“What’s up, man? Is there an issue?”
“There is. Metodi is needed for the next fantasy, and he has a micropenis. And before you fucking ask, it’s not a grower.”
“I see. I think my team of scientists have a solution for that.”
“You have a team of fucking scientists?”
“Mischa, when your Swiss bank account asks you to leave because you have too much money stored there, you can afford a team of fucking scientists.”
“So, what’s the plan?”
“Chris will do the Celebworld script, and then I’ll inject him once he touches down on the island.”
“Great. Thank you so much, Trev!”
“No big deal. Money truly does solve any problem,” Trevor noted as he hung up. Mischa put down his phone and worked out the logistics of sending one of his men to Chris.