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Dr. Chris was a bit hesitant to see this next celeb, as he was more of a model than a celeb, and he wasn’t as popular as their own slave, Pietro. However, Mischa and Roscoe didn’t think either of them would be a good fit, so Chris it was. They waited for the hunk, as Celebworld requests had all but dried up.

“Hello! You must be Trevor. Please, come on in.”

“I’ll admit, it is a bit strange seeing you, the hypnotherapist to the stars.”

“Oh, you are a star, Trevor, just not to as many people as Chris Evans, say. But you still came, so what is on your mind today?”

“I have a Ph.D. in molecular biology, but nobody cares about that when you flaunt your nearly nude body weekly to pay for the schooling. So, what I’m saying is I want to become a dumb himbo model so I can focus on what brings in the paychecks, instead of my passion.”

“And are you sure about this?”

“Absolutely.”

“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. Trevor, 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.”

Trevor opened his eyes, and there was the orange Chris had become accustomed to seeing.

“Trevor, you will now think of yourself as a himbo in your daily life. You will act exactly like one, but still have all the knowledge locked away if you so desire to access it.”

“I’m a himbo who still has their smarts somewhere, Master.”

“Good. Now take off all your clothes for me.” Trevor didn’t have a underwear photo like some other clients did, but considering he was a fucking male model, those photos weren’t hard to find. And as Chris naturally assumed, the muscles were natural, as Trevor’s cock was slightly above average.

“Jerk off for me.”

“Yes, Master.”

Chris definitely wanted to have the cameras rolling, but ever since the shake-up, they decided to keep all records to themselves unless the tape was part of their plan. So, they were the only one to enjoy the model’s sex tape, and his cumshot, which rivaled some porn stars. As they cleaned him up, Chris said 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.”

Trevor woke up, and because of the drastic shift, took a few seconds to come back to reality. “Like, thank you, Dr. Chris!”

“No problem. Please get dressed before you leave.” Chris saw Trevor really embraced the himbo lifestyle when he started to walk out without any clothes on. He was going to be a doozy out in the real world.

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Mischa was excited to finally get a new guy after the whole debacle Dr. Chris and their contact were going through. Ryan Terry was going to come check out Mischa’s gym. Much like the contact, Mischa created a new website for his gym with testimonials from some of the big names he had ensnared. No one needed to know they also lived in the gym.

Ryan arrived later that day and checked in. He noticed people like Calum and Steve working out, so he felt more comfortable going to this gym pretty much in the middle of nowhere.

“So, Mischa, you’ve really made a name for yourself in the community.”

“I have. It’s nice to have people like you who share in the common mindset that we should work together.” And the two did work out together. By the end of the two hour session, both males were sweaty and had gone shirtless. Ryan and Mischa made their way to the locker room, where Tim happened to be changing as well. He was stark naked, with no modesty towel.

“Umm, Tim,” Ryan got out before Mischa poked him on the shoulder. He turned around and was met with Mischa’s hypnotic eyes.

“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. Ryan, 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.”

Tim continued on with his business as Ryan’s eyes turned orange.

“Ryan, you will do whatever I say. You will continue to work out as normal, but nude. Your bunkmates will tell you more details and the idiosyncrasies they have.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Now strip for me and shower.”

“Yes, Master.” Ryan did so, and much to Mischa’s relief, he was not a steroid abuser. Trevor had shipped some formula over to him in the meantime, which had cured Metodi’s micropenis. He watched as the alpha stud went to go shower, as he had to return to his office for some paperwork on his end.

Just as a friendly reminder, Mischa is @mctf21 on Tumblr. They don’t have any plans to move, but their character still lives on!

 

Dr. Chris was a bit excited for the next pair of individuals to come to their office. JJ Watt’s siblings would be coming in any day now. After a bit of a snafu from his real-world contact, Dr. Chris and their friends were up and running again. The siblings arrived later that day.

“You’re Dr. Chris, right? JJ saw you before he left for Celebworld?” asked TJ.

“He did,” Chris responded. “But as you know, that was for the best for him.”

“And that’s why we’re here,” added Derek. “We want the same hypnosis that JJ got so we can be as good as him.”

“I see. And I assume you know this does involve hypnotherapy?”

“Yes, we were told,” responded TJ, a bit peeved after Derek already mentioned it.

“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. TJ and Derek, 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.”

The siblings’ eyes opened, and both had orange spirals in them.

“Derek, TJ, you will do exactly what JJ did while he was working out and playing football. This includes everything from exercising and eating.”

“We will be just like our older brother.”

“Good. Now both of you take your shirts off for me.”

“Yes, Master.” TJ already had a shirtless photo on record, but Derek did not. Both brothers were quite beefy, not unlike JJ.

“Now I want you to worship each other’s muscles and sniff their pits.”

“Yes, Master.” Chris rarely had two men come in at once, so this spectacle was a nice reprieve from just watching bodybuilding poses. After they had had enough, and the brothers had gotten a nice whiff of the other, they continued.

“Now take off both your pants and underwear and 69 each other.”

“Yes, Master.”

Derek and TJ both had on team jockstraps, a cute sight. Once they were off, they positioned themselves on the couch and began to 69 each other. Due to the circumstances, Chris couldn’t ascertain the dick sizes as easily, but it was clear neither was lacking in the cock department. They made sure their cameras were rolling, but this was just for them. The real-world changes meant their business was going to be rocky for a while, so they kept everything to themselves. Not too long after, both brothers cummed at about the same time. It thankfully went down their throats entirely, so no clean-up was necessary. They then said 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.”

Both brothers then woke up almost instantaneously, as Chris correctly assumed the three of them worked out together a lot.

“Wow, Dr. Chris. I’m starting to remember what JJ helped us out with! Thanks!”

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

“Of course!” they said, as they got dressed and left. Chris then made a call to Brady explaining the Watt brothers had come through already, so he shouldn’t try to send them. Normally, Brady would have sent them, but they already had a connection to Dr. Chris.

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Roscoe was excited, as he was going to capture another semi-famous fitness model, Stanimal de Longeaux. He too would be ensnared in a gym, but Roscoe finally found a way to spice it up. Stan was looking for a personal trainer, and thanks to some hypno shenanigans, Roscoe was waiting for Stan at the gym for their first day of training.
“Hello, I’m Roscoe.”
“Stan. And I assume you got my email about my workout specifications?”
“Of course.” With a little hypnotic help there as well. Roscoe then followed the schedule to the T, while building up his eye power. His master plan was necessitated on the idea that Stan was a big fan of cryo training, freezing your body to rid it of toxins and replace a cool-down. This high-end gym had one of those machines, so when Stan walked out clad in only a tight pair of briefs, that was when Roscoe unleashed his hypnotic eyes.
“Stan, I am your Master.”
“You are my Master.”
“You will do whatever I say.”
“I will do whatever you say, Master.”
“Now, follow me.” Roscoe escorted the nearly nude Stan out the back entrance and into his car. They drove to the complex, where Stan was processed and the next scene set up.

Andrew was patiently waiting in the doctor’s office, clad in his Under Armour practice clothes. He had just come from practice, as he thought he had pulled something quite severe. Dr. Longeaux then walked in, his lab coat nearly bursting at the seams from how muscular he was.
“Hello. Andrew, right?”
“Yes, doc.”
“And it says here you think you pulled your groin muscles?”
“Yeah. I’m the catcher, and I was trying to make a catch without moving from my stance, and I think I pulled something.”
“Ok. Let me take a look at it. If you would, please lie on my back.” Andrew adjusted himself, and Stan started rubbing and feeling around that area, close to Andrew’s genitals. “I can definitely feel it, but feeling it with skin-to-skin contact would be much easier.”
“Sure thing, doc.” Andrew took off his tight practice pants, to reveal his jock and the areas of the groin where it hurt the most. Stan then continued to massage and feel the groin, trying to find exactly where it hurt. He slowly made his way closer and closer to Andrew’s cock, and had just reached inside his pouch when he came to a conclusion.
“I think I know what happened. As you extended, one of the muscles just above your penis hyperextended itself. It is easily fixed with an ejaculation.”
“Do you want to help me out with that, doc?” asked Andrew, moving the pouch away to reveal a big and juicy cock for the doc to suck on.
“Anything to cure a patient,” Stan replied, as he winked and started to suck off his patient’s cock. Andrew quickly took off his shirt as well, and both men helped to get Stan undressed. Seeing that big and beefy doctor in the nude only helped Andrew to maintain his erection, and cure his pain. Meanwhile, Stan was having a lot of fun himself. This was definitely not the first time he had sucked off a patient, but this one actually had a valid medical point behind it. Still, he treated it like he did most of his hook-ups. He caressed the cock, making sure to reach all the erogenous zones, causing Andrew to moan in pleasure.
“Fuck, doc! I’ll be cured in no time!” Stan continued to suck off his patient, also fondling his balls and constantly lubing the cock up with his spit. Not too long afterwards, Andrew announced, “I’m goona cum, doc!” Stan quickly picked his head up and procured a petri dish from one of the room’s many cabinets. Andrew came, and most of it landed in the dish. Stan would throw it out, but that meant his “tip” to the cleaning staff would be less today.
“Hey, it actually feels much better, doc! I think you actually cured me!”
“It was a valid medical issue, Andrew. And if you’re ever in pain again, don’t hesitate to contact me.”
“I will, Dr. Stan!” Both men got dressed, and Andrew left the office. Stan relaxed and sprayed on some cologne before meeting his next patient.


Roscoe was quite excited for his first hit. Since his hypnotic targets were normal, everyday people, he had to do some undercover work to find the best time to hypnotize them. That was where his PI background came in handy. This mark was fittingly named Marc, and he followed him around for a week, trying to find a place he frequented the most often. Marc was easy, as he visited the same bar every night. 

It was easy for Roscoe to enter the busy bar and hypnotize the manager into letting him stay in the restroom. He had put on a nice suit, and he was told to reply to any questions about him that he was the new bathroom assistant. The plan worked, as most of the drunk bastards who stumbled in didn’t bat an eye at the well-dressed gent just loitering around. He patiently waited until Marc entered, and approached him. 

“Hello, Marc. Would you come with me?”

“Um, I guess.” One unfortunate side effect of the diluted hypno power was that Roscoe could not make long intricate commands. They could have drastic impacts on the person’s life, and ensnare them under his control, but they couldn’t be long. So, he escorted Marc to a side alleyway, away from the street.

“Marc, I am your master.”

“You are my Master.”

“Good. You will do whatever I tell you, with no questions asked.”

“I will do whatever you ask of me, Master.”

“You will have no memory whatsoever of your previous life.”

“I will have no memory whatsoever of my previous life, Master.”

“Good. I lock this in with the phrase ‘burnt baby powder’.” Using his compatriot’s lock words made it easier to remember, and since Roscoe’s victims were never fully lifted, they were always open. “Let’s see how well you can suck a cock, Marc. I haven’t had time to get my rocks off since I’ve been trailing you all fucking week.”

Roscoe then took out his cock. It was above the average of 5′ erect, topping out at a solid 10″. Marc got down onto his knees and began sucking him off. Unlike celebs, who were practically expected to dabble in same-sex experiences, random people were a hit and miss. Marc seemed to have some experience, at least, as he wasn’t biting or making any rookie mistakes. Even though they were tucked away far from the general public, the few who wandered down far enough to see them were quickly shooed away by Roscoe’s powers. 

After a few minutes, Roscoe was ready to burst. He had to have Marc swallow it, as public sex was still illegal, and cops were getting scarily good at finding sperm in this town. He watched as Marc swallowed all of his cum, seeing the thick globules of it go down his throat. Once he had finished, he zipped his pants up again and walked with Marc to his car. They drove to the warehouse district in town, which was abandoned no longer. Roscoe owned the entire complex, funded by Celebworld money. Most of the warehouse housed props and sets for the many pornos they were going to shoot, but a few were for living. Roscoe had one entire building to himself, and each new client had a small room to themselves, with their own bed, but a communal bathroom. Shooting was only fun with at least two people, so Roscoe decided to fall asleep.

Before he did, he shot an email to Trevor with Marc’s info. His name would then be fed into the Celebworld machine, slightly adjusted so that his disappearance wouldn’t matter at all to anyone that knew him.