Dr. Chris was quite excited, as they had another high profile football client, Odell Beckham, Jr. It was a bit easy for Brady to convince the pro football stud to see them. He was one of the most popular football stars of this era, and he would want to ride that for as long as possible. Dr. Chris patiently awaited him in their office.
“Hello, Odell! It’s a pleasure to meet you!”
“You as well, doc. Brady says you are revolutionary!”
“Ah, thank you. So, please, have a seat. What brings you in today?”
“I have a problem with my erections.”
“You do know I’m a hypnotherapist, right?”
“Yes, but you can help. You see, I’m bisexual, so both my fucking hot teammates and our fucking hot cheerleaders turn me on. Do you know why I usually do one-handed catches? It’s because I jazzed in the other hand earlier today.”
“I see. And you came to see me to help corral that desire of yours?”
“Yes, but not completely. I found some drive really helps my game, but it’s a bit too much right now.”
“Of course. 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. Odell, 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.”
Odell’s eyes fluttered open, and there was the bright orange Chris knew and loved.
“Odell, you will no longer have such strong desires for both males and females. The attraction will remain, but be at a manageable and productive level to your ability.”
“I will be less attracted to individuals, which will make me better at my game, Master.”
“Correct. Now take off your shirts and pants for me.”
“Yes, Master.” Despite not having a shirtless cover photo, Chris knew exactly what Odell looked like shirtless. They were a bit surprised by Odell’s choice of underwear, however. It was a pair of Versace briefs that was straining to keep his ample-sized cock inside. His balls were peeking out the side of the pouch as well.
“Now take them off for me and jerk yourself off to completion.”
“Yes, Master.” Chris then got a look at the monster cock. It quickly reached 11″, an impressive amount for most people. Chris most definitely had the cameras rolling for themselves, but didn’t want to add another sexual problem to Odell’s slate. They enjoyed seeing Odell use two hands to rub one out, and he was one of the very few who naturally played with his balls while he jerked off. The resulting cumshot was spectacular as well, with Odell coating his chest in his thick and viscous cum. Chris helped to clean him up, and then went in 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.”
Odell did so, and a few seconds later, he snapped back into reality. “Wow, it really fucking worked, Dr. Chris! I’m still attracted to you, but less so than before.”
“Great. Don’t forget to get dressed before you leave, and put in a good word for me if I ever come up.”
“Of fucking course, doc!” said Odell, as he finished getting dressed. Chris now was back on the grind, slowly but surely going through their master list.