When Hugh got the call about his agent’s retirement he thought it made sense. After all, he had been growing old in show business, long gone were his Wolverine days when his last film was Logan and though he dabbled in film, he was mostly into musicals now. The only big film that he had been really proud of was the one he produced in The Greatest Showman and he didn’t want to spend more money just to get films made just for him to star in. The point was that he was growing old, he didn’t like to admit it but he was and though he could easily get some work and bank off his very recognisable name, the industry was moving on. Already there was generation after generation of young starry eyed actors, many he came across from working with them, seeing them attend Academy awards. They were just a sea of unrecognisable faces, all with the same look he had when he first came into Hollywood, the look of someone who was ready to be a star. All the while directors and producers and the people behind the scenes that came along with him were growing old and beginning to retire themselves. They didn’t have the star power he had to keep shining bright. Nobody was coming to films for Roger O’Neill, a scriptwriter that he worked with before, and so Roger had announced his retirement.
Now it was just slowly coalescing, coming for the more important people bit by bit. At first starting with the camerapeople and boom mic operators that had been friendly names floated around, all the way up to his own agent. So when he got the call of his agent’s retirement it made sense. She wasn’t getting many more clients. Hugh wasn’t getting much more work. Overall, it was good to just bow out gracefully, like the end of a musical, better to have it be too short than last too long, leave the people craving more, a little ‘oh but what if they stuck around’ and so forth.
What surprised Hugh most of all wasn’t the fact that he got a new agent, but that the new agent actually wanted to meet with him. He had no idea what they expected to get out of it. It was only a day later after he got the call about his old agent that he was surprised when the agency called him back. He was still groggy, half asleep when he got the call and heard a voice speak before he could even attempt to think of the words.
“Hugh,” a male voice sounded out, a stranger’s voice, not anybody that he recognised from his team. The voice was buttery smooth with a slight accent to it. British? Somewhere that was not America though he could hear the distinct honks of some busy city street that for some reason reminded him of New York or Los Angeles. It was odd though, how the man just announced his name, not Mr. Jackman or a ‘hello’, just his name, like they were in a rush. “I’ll be representing you going forward. My name is Silas and I was wondering if you’d like to meet up to discuss things. Plus I thought it’d be best to introduce myself…in person.”
“Uh…alright?” Hugh was caught off guard by the sudden flurry of information, but then again he noticed how the younger generations seemed to always be in a rush. Even still this man didn’t sound too young, a confident and deep voice of someone settled in their thirties. Then Hugh wondered just why he was making so many assumptions.
“Great, I’ll have my assistant forward you the details. Would Wednesday be okay with you?”
Again, Hugh blinked in surprise. The man must have meant business. A thought sprung to mind that maybe they were expecting him to be in another Wolverine movie or something, even though he had shot down the idea repeatedly.
“Yeah,” replied Hugh, coming across as a bit more smarmy than he meant to. He almost answered back in the same way this Silas person did, as if sentences were to be clipped of all filler and just business. Was he mirroring them? He blinked.
“Just so you know we’ll be meeting in the New York office if that’s okay,” continued Silas at once. He swore the man spoke faster than thought. “I’ll be seeing you there Hugh.” The last use of his name felt almost pointed, a reiteration of how casual his new agent was being before they hung up. Hugh was left with two distinct feelings, confusion at his new overexcited agent and the worry that something was wrong, that this new film offer had to be something Wolverine related and probably with a lot of money. He hardly kept up with the superhero movies anymore besides Endgame a couple years ago, but then again who didn’t keep up with that one? All he knew is that they hadn’t replaced him with another actor for Wolverine…yet, so it left the idea that maybe he was meant to be coming back. Yet there was a calmness to his agent, a composed nature in their voice and a confidence to just call him by Hugh. Any other agent would have probably been rambling excitedly about the deal, especially if big money was involved. Yet not this time, this time it seemed different.
It left Hugh Jackman with the distinct feeling that something else could have been at play and though there was the mild worry, there was an excitement and confidence growing too. Maybe it was a serious film, a biopic or even a musical. Or maybe his new agent’s manner of speaking wasn’t the only thing that rubbed off on him in those few short moments? Maybe their confidence did too.
When Hugh Jackman got to the office he was surprised at how out of place he felt. The office itself was labyrinthian, with smells that didn’t exactly smell like a corporate office. It didn’t smell clean but oddly lived in despite how fresh everything was, especially the scent of leather, though he noticed a few men in suits walking around with leather gloves on. A lot of the people working there were men actually, Hugh noted, from the receptionist who greeted him saying he was a big fan to the numerous suited guys he saw skulking around. He was finally told which floor and room to head to after a short wait, managing to find it after a short while. It was like it was his turn to make Silas wait this time, even if it was by accident. He came to an ajar door which let slip the scent of leather polish and a metallic tang of something he couldn’t quite describe, before letting himself in. If Silas was surprised he didn’t show it, instead Hugh came across a man that oozed confidence and composure so much so that he wasn’t surprised it was their voice on the phone.
The man in front of him was green eyed and dark haired who looked like one of those men who could have been uglier if they weren’t so confident. They were shorter than Hugh expected, a head shorter than himself but was contained in a well cut suit that hugged at their shoulders and waist. Silas had an almost diamond shaped face at one end, his jawline coming to a point with a sharpness accentuated by a well trimmed beard. Everything about that just seemed well, well trimmed, well tailored, perhaps wealthy if Hugh could pardon the pun.
Hugh hadn’t realised how long he had been staring until it was Silas who broke the handshake and gestured wordlessly towards his desk. As Hugh glanced around the office, he saw that it was sizable, with sunlight slanted through a large industrial window. The office looked different than how he anticipated, whereas he expected off white walls and some sterile environment like he was in a lab, he instead saw brick walls peppered with some greenery around in the form of fake plants. Towards one side of the office was a mahogany desk, holding a laptop, a few files and a lamp that looked more like decoration than utility. Silas went to sit at the desk, relaxing in a dark armchair. Behind Hugh’s own seat, was a dark couch in the back and a few other plant pots, but the office looked big, too big for some low rung agent Hugh got tossed out. Silas was clearly important.
There he went with those assumptions again.
“Nice to meet ya mate,” said Hugh, though he sometimes subconsciously hid how severe his Australian accent was, he felt a little at ease with Silas. The man clearly was going to treat him like an actual person and not be some huge fan that was fawning over him, that’s what he liked about his last agent. He sat back in his chair (a low cushioned armchair). “So uh…Silas right?” Silas nodded.
“That’s right,” replied Silas. “I wanted to uh meet to get to know one another, I know you’ve probably had a long flight from Australia, you’re probably pretty…tired.” Hugh stiffened slightly, for some reason feeling a slight wave like he had yawned too much and his ears just popped. It was true, he thought, he was actually pretty tired from the long flight from Australia to New York. He had slept a little on the flight and a little more in the hotel, but it wasn’t enough to throw off the throes of jet lag. “Before we begin I want you to know this isn’t about any specific role per se, I mean we all have roles to play in this industry, you know times to be the dominant macho guy or the more…submissive type.” Hugh blinked again. There was a certain way Silas said certain words that really emphasised them, his voice rolling over the words like they were something to be savoured. He didn’t realise it but he stiffened up a little, paying a bit more attention.
“Right…well good I have to admit I was kinda worried this was gonna be about-”
“Wolverine?” It was almost like the man was in his head, but then again weren’t those the best type of people to have on your team? Whether a maid or a manager, Hugh always wanted someone who already knew what he wanted before he even knew it. It just made everything more efficient. That and he relaxed further when he saw Silas’ smile, not only because it meant that there was no Wolverine role to be pressured into, but how charming it was. His shoulders sagged a little. “No, this isn’t about Wolverine. Like I said, I think people are done with everyone competing for those macho roles right? People want to see men with who can submit a bit more, you know?” Hugh shifted in his seat at that. He wasn’t really sure if he agreed as he furrowed his brow, trying to think of an argument. But for some reason he was thinking more about the words than an actual response to them, delaying what he wanted to say by a couple moments.
“Oh uh…well yeah guess so mate, but y’know you still got all the superheroes and the action stars and whatnot,” said Hugh, waving his hand and gesturing at nothing in particular. Silas merely stared at him, those green orbs tracking his every moment. Hugh waited for a moment, seeing Silas just stare back with a slight smile.
“Course, course, y’know…but really a lot of people want men who…who are just relaxed, y’know? That’s what I’ve found,” explained Silas as Hugh went to argue, wondering how much his new agent knew about the industry. But he let out a breath, sighing and feeling tension roll off his shoulders as he blinked again. At the very least he had to admit he was feeling more at peace in the meeting than he thought he would’ve, especially knowing he wasn’t going to be forced to be in a superhero flick again.
“So uh what’s this meeting about mate?” Hugh asked, as he scratched at some of his scruff. He started to feel something curdle inside him, not necessarily a doubt but a pessimism that was peeling away something. Was he really just called to this meeting for a chat?
“Oh well let’s just cut to the chase…Hugh, may I call you Hugh?” Silas shifted, much like Hugh was becoming slightly more relaxed, Silas seemed to slip into something almost more observant. His eyes finally snapped away but remained on Hugh, trailing up and down. His confidence suddenly started to fill the room, as he stretched his legs out, placing one foot on his desk. “You see, I wanted to discuss your…mindset when it came to your roles.”
The first thing Hugh noticed was just how impossibly glossy both the shoes were, they were almost mirror bright, catching the sunlight from the wide window. However, instead of being irritating, they managed to bend the light into something like liquid streaks across each of the shoes, and as Hugh looked he was surprised, at both how big the feet looked and how casual too. In comparison, he was just in a denim shirt and jeans with trainers on, never needing to be formal when it came to these kinds of meetings. But something about the difference in their dress suddenly started to make him feel small, as if Silas’ confidence was taking up so much space that it was squeezing Hugh’s down.
“I heard you haven’t really taken on many roles in the past couple years, is that true?” asked Silas as he began to gently sway one of his feet slightly. Hugh wondered just how tight they must have been because he saw the toes churning inside the left shoe, moving almost like a rhythmic wave of light and leather at the very tip. “You can relax, you’re among friends here.” For some reason Hugh didn’t believe it even as his shoulders grew looser and he drew his eyes away from the wave of toes splaying and moving in one of the shoes.
“Uh well, just…I’ve been busy on theatre,” started Hugh, though he hated how weak he sounded, as if his logic was just an excuse.
“Hm, that’s fair but we want people to pay attention to you. You know…” started Silas as he started a rhythm, beginning to sway from side to side. “People nowadays just can’t pay attention, that’s what others say. But you know what I think? I think people can pay attention, there’s just a new way to do it, the mind always prefers a sort of…I guess rhythm, it follows you. You get it?” Hugh nodded though he didn’t get it. It sounded like the same old weird marketing babble to him, some pitch.
But for some reason he nodded. He told himself he was just being polite.
“I…I guess mate but what’s that-”
“Got to do with you? Oh everything,” chuckled Silas as he placed both hands behind his head, more casual and more confident and more attention grabbing to Hugh. He blinked and suddenly felt smaller in the room, that confidence pushing down on him, like it was trying to flatten him almost. “You feel it when you’re…on stage and the lights are in your eyes and the audience just disappears, and you are totally enthralled, immersed in the role, totally at peace with what you’re doing, how you’re feeling, just following a script.” As Silas spoke, Hugh could imagine it, as if the heat coming through the window was one of those stage lights, though Silas’ shoes were just as blinding. The shoes continued to sway, left and right and left and right as Hugh tracked the movement without conscious instruction and without realising.
“Yeah I…I mean I…” Hugh’s eyes blinked and felt heavier this time as he drew a deep breath in. What were they talking about? His mindset? His mind was fine, his mindset was fine, he was confused about what they were even talking about.
“Exactly people follow whatever they’re inclined to follow, they worship at the feet of whatever shrine or altar or whatever we’ve propped up,” continued Silas as he watched Hugh now, his eyes still staring at him as a foot moved in a wide arc from side to side, and he could see Hugh’s eyes going from side to side following it. “You must work very hard to do it, to prop yourself up…and I know actors deserve a break, to relax, but there are ways to go forward.” Hugh shifted in his seat, not realising he was leaning in.
“I don’t…don’t understand-” Hugh huffed, grimacing or at least trying to but it felt like he could only reach halfway there.
“That’s okay you don’t need to, as your new agent you just need to listen to me and follow my advice,” informed Silas as the foot continued to move from side to side. By then Hugh realised something was wrong, very wrong, but he couldn’t stop. He continued to watch as certain words Silas said continued to bounce around in his head, his eyes following the foot so obviously that he blinked as he stared.
“W-What am I…”
“Doing? You’re just relaxing Hugh, in fact I find it best to have all my clients relax around me because the more relaxed you are, the better it is for me to help you and for you to listen to what I say,” rambled Silas as he went on and on and on.
“In fact you have a hard time not listening, not relaxing and even not…staring, isn’t that right?” explained Silas he continued to move the shiny foot back and forth and back and forth. “In fact I could tell you to take a deep breath…” Hugh breathed in. “And out…” Hugh released. “And you’d follow just like that.”
“Follow…” Hugh wanted to say something else as his smile began to flatten the more he watched the shiny shoe, but he couldn’t. What had he gotten into? Why couldn’t he stop? “What…is…happening…”
“And another deep breath in…” Silas continued on, having a habit of doing that even as Hugh was shifting in his seat, trying to tear his eyes away from the shoe. “And this time when you breathe out, some of your thoughts will just exhale out. Now.” Hugh Jackman couldn’t help it as he exhaled and with it, felt his arms falling to the side, more and more tension he didn’t even know was still in him being breathed out of him and with it, so many thoughts. The exhale was long and dragged out and Hugh’s eyes were almost half lidded at one point before he tried to focus. “Very good, you only need to follow the shiny shoes.”
“Follow…shoes…?” Hugh sounded like he was asking a question but in truth he was just repeating what Silas said, any and all confusion mostly being why he couldn’t look away.
“Yeah my big shiny shoes, I bet you love my shiny shoes, you love how my shines shoes look,” said Silas, more like it was a fact than suggestion as he watched Hugh now helplessly staring at them. “You can’t look away from my shiny shoes.” Hugh tried to look away, his fingers tense against the seat like he was trying to resist and then suddenly splaying at once, relaxing.
“In fact you love shiny shoes so much Hugh that I’m going to do something. What are you wearing right now? Some old trainers right?” asked Silas although it was obvious that he already knew the answer. Hugh nodded before even thinking about it, the resistant parts of his mind wanting to deny it for some reason, go against Silas in any way, even if it was blatantly untrue. “I want you to exhale and as you exhale your thoughts transfer down to your feet, down to your shoes…Now.” SNAP. The sound of snapping fingers cut through the air and made Hugh suddenly hiss as he exhaled and felt like his thoughts weren’t coming out of his lips but were still escaping his brain. It was like there was a latch that was keeping all his thoughts in his head and with an exhale, the latch opened and suddenly all his thoughts went tumbling down. “Imagine your feet sweating and as they sweat your trainers are absorbing all your thoughts and free will Hugh.”
“Ohhh-” Hugh moaned as he suddenly felt it become true, his feet twitching within his shoes as he suddenly felt a constant fog over his mind. It was like he had walked into a room but forgotten why he came in or was trying to think of a word but it was on the tip of his tongue. But the feeling never faded and he could feel his thoughts draining away more and more, as his toes twitched in the trainers that suddenly felt too hot.
“Now Hugh…as I snap my fingers, you’ll find your feet getting bigger and the bigger they get, the less room for thoughts your trainers have. Just bigger and bigger feet as you feel your big feet crushing your thoughts, starting in 3…”
“Wha…” The panic that Hugh felt was enough to make him stir in his chair though it wasn’t long lived as he fluttered his eyes, resisting the urge to have them weighed down and half lidded again.
The sudden snap made Hugh feel a tightness around his shoes as his feet suddenly lurched forward. He could feel the toes beginning to press forward, growing more as the feet started to swell bigger. At first it felt like something was wrong. Obviously something was wrong, but he thought it might have been something medical. There was no way that his feet could actually be growing, this was just some weird trick. Yet the more he concentrated, the more Hugh Jackman could only feel his feet continuing to stretch out.
Hugh’s toes wriggled helplessly as they shoved forward, the fabric of his trainers stretching tight over them. He could feel the expansion as they continued to surge forward and as they did, it felt like his attempts to resist were being smothered as they got larger. It was like his feet were stomping all over his mind and his thoughts, squishing them down, leaving no room for them to breathe. As they started to grow, he could feel them beginning to sweat, almost like the feet were panicking and wanting to slip out of the trainers. But the more they sweat, the more musk he could start to smell wafting from the trainers.
The fingers snapped again and Hugh moaned, his head almost rolled into the back of his head as he gripped his chair. There was a pain that was rushing across his feet but a certain kind of pleasure too as there were bits of relief as the trainers started to creak. He could feel the seams about to snap and with it, his mind would too.
Hugh couldn’t handle it as his feet had grown a size too big and now almost two sizes, the soles getting bigger and longer as they stretched forward. The toes were lengthening and pressing up against the shoes so much that they were scrunched together and he could feel the same happening with his mind. His thoughts were all scrunching together like they had no space to go and Hugh couldn’t take it anymore, trying to resist but he knew he just wanted to feel his shoes burst out of the-
RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIPPPPPPP.
The shoes burst all at once as the seams of the trainers finally split apart. As his feet suddenly grew out of the trainers, an orgasmic feeling of relief suddenly filled Hugh as he realised that his feet had completely wiped away his shoes and with it, his mind. As the feet and toes burst forward, he could smell a wave of musk that was coming from them, making him inhale and his cock twitch with the manly and musky scent. His mind had become nothing more than tattered nylon as his feet continued to lengthen and broaden, growing thicker and longer as they burst through the shoes and with it…
Hugh fell forward in trance.
“Hugh? How do you feel?” asked Silas, his voice felt like it was echoing in Hugh’s mind as his eyes were closed, listening to the voice, only able to listen to the voice.
“Gooood…” said Hugh. He wasn’t really sure he could describe how he was feeling but his mind felt too dumb to say anything else.
“Very good Hugh, very good. Right now you are in a very deep state of trance and you are going to obey whatever I tell you, isn’t that right Hugh?”
“Yeahhhh…” muttered Hugh as he nodded, some drool starting to spill from the corner of his mouth as Silas smirked.
“Good boy Hugh. I’m going to give you some instructions and each time I do, you are going to find you cannot resist, you must obey what I say and follow. Do you understand?” Silas asked as his fingers were raised, ready to snap. Hugh nodded and Silas’ smile widened, for the first time bearing a genuine hint of cunning as he watched the mindless Hugh Jackman slumped back in his seat. “Very good, from now on you have a huge foot fetish.” SNAP and Hugh Jackman moaned as his cock suddenly sprang to life. It was already half hard from the manly and musky scent emanating from his feet but now it had suddenly gone rock hard. He swore it felt like his cock had somehow grown from how horny he was suddenly feeling, his mind filled with feet. “Next…you are going to strip and put on my huge…musky…smelly dress shoes.”
Another SNAP and suddenly Hugh got up at once. He moved like a robot as he began to strip naked, undoing his belt, taking off his shirt, stripping away all his clothes. As he did, he could feel how the sweat seeped into some of them and felt like he was lighter mentally, as if they were representing his thoughts being stripped away as they fell from him. After he stripped off his underwear, he moaned as his cock was beginning to leak, thick pre-cum starting to pool and drip from the head.
Then Hugh put on the dress shoes, the same shiny dress shoes that Silas was once wearing and the moment he did, he shivered and his cock throbbed. It twitched as it dangled between his legs, still hard as pre-cum was getting everywhere. All the while as he put the shoes on, he realised just how warm and musky they were, not even his huge size fourteen feet could smother the scent that was emanating from them. But as soon as he put the dress shoes on Hugh felt his cock throb once again as he saw Silas’ huge bare and sweaty feet for him, flexing, the toes wriggling.
He couldn’t stop himself from quickly going to worship them. His head almost collided with the damp, warm sole of Silas’s right foot as he dropped to his knees, the musky dress shoes squeezing his own feet with every shift. Hugh’s nostrils flared as he took a deep breath and felt his eyes almost roll into the back of his head. He couldn’t believe how good this felt, how hot it felt that he was around such huge and musky feet. The image of them splaying and shifting, the toes doing a rhythmic dance was too much for him and making his cock throb.
Hugh didn’t realise that his cock was practically throbbing with the feet, growing and twitching again as more pre-cum drooled from the thick cock. Silas chuckled and once again it felt like he was baring his real self for the first time as he continued to have Hugh Jackman take deep sniffs of his sweaty soles that had been packed in the too-tight dress shoes. Hugh had no idea that Silas had been planning to have his dress shoes be just a little too tight so that it would be packed full of sweat.
His own pheromones had travelled through the office by now and had made it stuffy, warm and made Hugh’s own feet begin to sweat.
Silas planted his foot against Hugh’s face, making the man moan and almost whimper around the feet from how good they felt, smushing against him as they continued to erase any thoughts and desires that he had about women.
All he wanted to do was continue to worship the feet, feeling them filling his mind. He swore he could hear Silas still talking and usually there would be something within his brain that was telling him that he should be listening.
The feet were continuing to dominate his mind as he continued to sniff and take in their musk. There was something about Silas’ words that still reached his subconscious, snaking their way in like the scent was physically worming its way into his ears and going directly to his brain. He just couldn’t get enough of the musk but finally he heard a-
“You want to worship my huge feet Hugh,” commanded Silas and suddenly Hugh looked up, as if there was a moment for his dull brain to finally understand what was being said. Then he suddenly began to pepper the feet with kisses before diving in even further. Hugh began to take one of the toes into his mouth, sucking hard and beginning to taste all the sweat and musk, the saltiness of it. “The more you worship my feet, you will feel your cock connected to it.” SNAP.
Hugh moaned and realised wide eyed that he couldn’t stop, that the more he worshipped Silas’ feet the more he suddenly felt something like his own tongue bobbing up and down the head of his cock. All the while he was sucking and bobbing up and down Silas’ toes, rubbing and stroking along the broad feet just as he was beginning to feel a ghostly hand stroking alongside his own cock.
By then his cock had definitely grown or at least in middle age Hugh had never gotten so horny, not in years, not enough to feel his cock jerk and slap against his muscles, drooling out pre-cum whilst Hugh drooled out of his mouth.
He wanted to say something, maybe even try to resist. But each and everytime he tried, his face was buried in one of the feet, unable to help himself as he continued to worship.
“You love the taste of my feet Hugh,” SNAP and Hugh moaned again as his cock throbbed. “It makes you want to empty your balls, makes you want to cum doesn’t it and when you cum you will be totally mindless, won’t you?” SNAP. Silas said his commands like they were questions, like they were something Hugh could choose to accept but he did. He continued to worship as he could feel his cock about to burst, twitching and throbbing and aching for more.
No…Fuck I must…must resist…
Hugh moaned in his mind but he knew it was too late as his cock was drooling so much pre-cum that there was nothing he could do. Any and all of his thoughts were splattered on the ground as his shredded shoes and soon enough he was going to totally and utterly cum out whatever remained in his mind. He didn’t know how to stop. Then Hugh realised he wasn’t even sure he wanted to stop.
The parts of him that wanted to resist sparked and died like a failed fire that just didn’t set. It never caught on and instead the only heat that Hugh could feel burning up was that of arousal that was coursing through him, making him just wanna give in. The pleasure was building up so much that there was nothing he could do to prevent it. If anything it was building up more and more, the more that Silas’ feet were twitching as his manager moaned in pleasure then the more that Hugh could feel his cock throb. His pleasure was penultimate and it was like his body knew it couldn’t do anything to obey, because despite how badly he wanted to cum, his body just wouldn’t give in.
It wasn’t until Silas glanced down at Hugh and chuckled, smiling from ear to ear that he finally gave in.
“Alright Hugh and now…you know what you wanna do? You want to just…CUM.” SNAP.
Hugh suddenly spasmed as the pleasure reached peak. He was stuck with his face buried against one of SIlas’ feet when he couldn’t help but cum, ropes of thick cum suddenly shooting out of his cock all over the desk and floor as he continued to throb and cum again and again and again. The pleasure ricocheted through his body, making him see white as more cum pumped out of him and as it did, Hugh had never felt better in his life, the orgasm was breathtaking as he continued to pump and cum all over the floor before he finally felt his mind shut down and with one last throb, he fell back in the chair. Silas took a moment, chuckling as he kept his damp and sweaty feet on the desk, watching Hugh Jackman collapsed against the seat with a smirk as he wriggled his toes.
“Very…very good Hugh. Now in a moment you are going to wake up with all these effects permanently lodged in your brain and you will have no idea that anything is wrong…”
Hugh Jackman awoke suddenly, startled like he just had a bad dream before he relaxed and smiled. He was just in his agent’s office, why would there be anything to worry about? He couldn’t exactly remember what it was they were talking about, but he felt good and relaxed and happy.
“So Hugh, still think hypnosis isn’t real?” Silas asked with a smirk. Hugh frowned. “I mean you could get hypnotised to really help get into the mood for your roles.”
“Mate, I’m telling you if hypnosis is real I would know.”
Hugh scoffed at the agent’s idea that some hypnosis would make him relax or get into character. He didn’t need that and besides, he was sure it would be a hindrance if anything. If he was hypnotised, he would know. After all, there was absolutely nothing wrong with the fact he was naked with nothing but a pair of musky and shiny dress shoes on. If he was hypnotised, he would know.
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