Dr. Chris received an odd phone call this morning.
“Hullo! Are you Dr. Chris?”
“I am. Who’s calling?”
“It’s Danny Care. David Beckham said you helped him solve a lot of his problems. Are you still accepting foreign clients?”
“Of course. Come on in at your earliest convenience.” Chris then relayed their address, and hung up. No Celebworld requests were in the queue, so they could afford to wait a day for the rugby hunk to show up.
He arrived at the office dressed in a sharp three-piece suit. “Hullo. Oh, is this too formal? I just deplaned and came straight here.”
“Yeah, therapy sessions are usually a bit more informal. But no worries. Please, come on in. What brings you across the pond today?”
“It shouldn’t really come as much as a shock to most, with big meaty guys piling on top of each daily. But most guys are bi, and lean to the female side. I’m one of the very few high profile gays, and I fear we could alienate a lot of fans if I were to come out.”
“So, do you want me to suppress it?”
“God no. Just my sex drive, so the tabloids don’t pick up on anything.”
“Would you be willing to try hypnotherapy to achieve this quicker?”
“That’s what David did, right? And it bloody worked for him before he decided to up and move to Celebworld.”
“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 cast rays of orange light out into the world.
“Danny, your sex drive will drop dramatically. You will only masturbate, or have sex with your boyfriend, if you have one.”
“I will become a more chaste individual, Master.”
“Good. Now take off your jacket and vest for me.”
“Yes, Master.” As Chris expected, the white dress shirt was quite tight-fitting on the rugby player, showing his massive muscles just straining to break through.
“Flex your arms for me.”
“Yes, Master.” Surprisingly, the fabric didn’t break or tear, but it was fucking hot seeing Danny’s massive biceps accentuated by the stark whiteness of the shirt.
“Now strip completely for me.”
“Yes, Master.” Chris made sure no cameras were on. It seemed Danny already had paparazzi breathing down his neck, and they didn’t want to add to that, accidentally. Danny revealed a pretty average sized cock. It was a bit clear that some of those muscles were roided up, but not to an obscene micropenis level.
“Now jerk off for me until I tell you to stop.”
“Yes, Master.” As Chris expected, Danny was a shower, probably due to the roids. Still, there was a tangible increase in cock size, and it was quite clear the gay man had had quite a lot of fun with his dick before. It was one of the best jerk-off sessions Chris had ever witnessed, and was actually a bit pissed that they couldn’t get it on camera. After seeing enough, they stopped Danny and did 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.”
Danny woke up, and had the himbo look on his face as his brain reset. “Thanks, Dr. Chris. I really hope this helps me out.”
“I as well, Danny. And don’t forget to get dressed before you leave. Just the shirt and pants will suffice.”
“If you say so,” Danny replied, as he got dressed and got ready to show off his massive muscles. Meanwhile, Chris just twiddled their thumbs waiting for John’s check to cash.