Dr. Chris was getting another sports star today, but from an entirely different field. Ben Simmons from the NBA was coming to see him today. This was partly due to a documentary Tom Brady had recently put out, attributing Chris with allowing his mind to function like he was in his prime, and slowly adjusting his body to it as well. Ben arrived at the office later that day.

“You must be Dr. Chris. Brady said you were the shit, man!”

“He is one of my most successful clients. So, why are you here today. Ben?”

“I need help concentrating, doc. To save money, they’ve got the cheerleaders practicing on the sidelines, and they’re so hot and sweaty by the time they’re done, I can see their fucking nipples.”

“And this makes you lose concentration?”

“It sure fucking does.”

“I see. 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. Ben, 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.”

Ben’s eyes fluttered open, and there was the bright orange, the same as a basketball.

“Ben, women who are not romantically involved with will not turn you on anymore.”

“I will be chaste unless a woman makes the first move.”

“Correct. Now take off your shirt for me.” Ben had a skinny body, but it was clear he worked out, given his supple pecs and six-pack of abs, very toned. Chris really didn’t need to see him flex, so they asked him to take his pants off as well. Ben did that as well, to reveal a jockstrap, as was expected. What Chris did not expect was the flaming orange of it, akin to a basketball or his eyes presently. 

“Ben, take those off for me and then jerk off for me.”

“Yes, Master.” Ben snaked the jockstrap off, and revealed a modestly-sized cock. In a bit of a shock, Ben was a shower, expanding quite a bit in girth but not that much in height. Chris thought the old adage that black is bigger still rang true, just in different circumstances with Ben. They watched the basketball star jerk off for a bit longer, and then they decided to do 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.”

Ben did so, and a couple seconds later, asked Chris, “Did it actually work?”

“It did. I made you semi-chaste, and since you’re not gay, that wouldn’t have an effect yet. You call me after your next joint practice and see how that turned out for you.”

“Will do, doc! Thank you so much.”

“No problem. And don’t forget to get dressed before you leave!”

“Of course!” responded Ben, as he changed back into his street clothes. Chris on the other hand was getting prepared for a very high profile football star to arrive tomorrow, thanks to Brady, as always.

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