Tom Brady called up Chris. “New jock headed your way.”
“Who’d you get this time?”
“Danny Amendola. We reconnected when we played each other this season, and I told him you would be perfect for some of the problems he’s having.”
“Perfect. Your cut will be in the mail once he is fully processed.”
“No hurries,” replied Tom, who then hung up. Chris was excited for a new client, even though they knew were just going back to the grind. No Celebworld requests had come in for quite some time. Roscoe was the new hit in this world, sending random guys off to do porn, and leaving hypnotized celebrities in the dust.
Danny arrived later that day.
“Dr. Chris? Tom recommended that I see you.”
“Of course, Danny. Please, come on in. Why did you come to therapy today?”
“I think the Patriots gave me some sick twisted form of Stockholm Syndrome. I’ve escaped, so to say, but I’m longing to go back to them, but I can’t.”
“That is quite particular. And this only started after your trade to Miami?”
“Well, let’s delve deeper into your subconscious and see if we can find a reasoning for that. Would you be willing to go under so we can get to the bottom of this?”
“Of course, doc! I want to know why I’m feeling this way.”
“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. Danny, 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.”
Danny’s eyes fluttered open, and there was some orange. Chris did a bit of a different approach today. “So, Danny, why do you truly want to go back to the Patriots?”
“I lost my fuck buddy, Julian. It was easy to hide when we were on the same team, but traveling up and down the East Coast costs a lot of money, and I just know TMZ would either find out or report it to my team.”
“Highly interesting, Danny. You will come out as bisexual, soon, after talking with Julian and your girlfriend.”
“I will come out as bisexual soon, Master.”
“Good. Now strip to your underwear.”
“Yes, Master.” Even though Danny didn’t have a shirtless cover photo, like some gymnasts, Chris knew exactly what his body looked. They also had a laugh with Danny’s Patriot-branded jockstrap.
“Now take it off and jerk off for me.”
“Yes, Master, I will do so.” Chris made sure the cameras were rolling, but this was for their own personal enjoyment. Danny would already be making waves coming out as bisexual and in a relationship with a former teammate, and he didn’t a sex tape added to that. Still, it would have been impressive with Danny’s massive 10″ cock. After a few minutes, he came onto that meaty chest of his, which Chris then helped to clean up.
“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.”
Danny blinked, and opened his eyes. It took a couple seconds for Chris’ commands to take effect. “Oh my fucking god, I need to call so many people!”
“Wait! Get dressed first, and then leave!”
“Oh, right. Thanks!” As Danny hurriedly got dressed and started punching numbers into his phone, Chris got to work in incorporating a new bank for the obscene amounts of money the whole situation was funneling. It was a bit hilarious that new -illions needed to be made for the amount of money they had.