The Coffee Shop Pt. 02

"No, not really," Doug replied as he looked at me and grinned slightly. "I'm glad that you have the time to try this with me tonight. Especially considering that we barely know each other. I have strong doubts that this is going to work, but I'm willing to try."

"That's all I can ask," I told him as I walked over to him and looked him in the eyes. "You will find it easy to follow along with my suggestions as I hypnotize you, Doug," I mentally commanded him. "It will feel natural and easy for you to follow along as the suggestions take effect. You trust me so much that you have no doubts deep inside that I can hypnotize you and help you to feel so wonderful and good again. Even better then when you were onstage."

After blinking his eyes a few times as these command took effect, Doug's face became much more relaxed as he said, "I'm ready to start whenever you are, Paul. Just tell me what to do, and I'll give it my best shot."

"Okay," I said to him. "Just let me get something and we can start." I turned away from him and walked over to one of the nearby bookcases to pick up a motorized kaleidoscope, which I brought back with me and gave to Doug.

"What do I do with this?" He asked me in a puzzled voice.

"Why you hold it to your best viewing eye, and turn on the motor. The switch is there near the base," I told him. "What else would you do with it?"

"Yeah, but what has this got to do with hypnosis?" Doug asked even more puzzled than before.

"You'll see," I answered vaguely, and smiled a warm comforting smile at him. "Most hypnotists use a focus of some type, and this is the one that I like to use. It will work. Believe me."

"Okay, but I'm still not sure about this," Doug replied with doubt heavy in his voice. He put the kaleidoscope to his right eye, and closed his left eye. At my suggestion he turned towards the nearby lamp so that he'd be able to see the patterns the kaleidoscope generated clearly and easily.

"Hold the tube steady with both hands," I told him as he sat there and started to look at the assortment of colored plastic bits. "Be sure to keep the tube very steady. There is a large bright red strip of plastic in the collection of pieces of plastic in the tube. When you see that large bright red strip, just say 'okay' to let me know."

"Okay," Doug replied quickly. "I see it now. Now what?"

"Flip the switch at the base of the tube to turn it on," I told him. He held the tube with his right hand as he flipped the switch at the base of the tub with his left index finger, then resumed holding the tube securely with both hands. There was a low pitched hum as the motor started up and the round cylinder at the base of the kaleidoscope started to slowly turn in a clockwise direction. "Just try to let your eye follow the big red strip of plastic as it moves in and out of the patterns, Doug," I said to him in a soothing and mellow voice. "Just try to keep your attention on that large bright red strip and let my voice fade into the background where you can still hear and understand it. And each and every time you see the large red strip of plastic clearly, just say 'okay', and keep on looking."

"Okay," Doug replied. A few moments later he said 'okay' again.

"Just let your eye and your attention follow along with the ever changing patterns that you see," I said to him continuing to speak in smooth even and mellow tones. "In a few moments you will notice that the patterns seem to flow smoothly from one to the next as you keep watching, and when that happens just say 'okay'." (I might point out to you dear reader, that the patterns in a kaleidoscope do move smoothly from one to the next. But you would know that if you've ever looked at a kaleidoscope.)

"Okay," Doug said a second or two later, as I knew he would.

"The ever changing patterns move along in front of your eye, and soon and very soon indeed you will find it easy and even pleasant to continue looking at the patterns in front of you. When you feel that happen, Doug, you just say 'okay' and continue to look. Letting your attention become fixed and focused on the ever changing patterns in front of you." I paused for a moment to let Doug respond.

"Okay," he replied sounding slightly distracted.

"You notice now, as you continue to watch the patterns in front of you, that they are very relaxing to your eye and to your mind. You can feel yourself starting to go along with the flow to feel yourself moving along with the flow of the ever changing patterns as they move from one pattern to another. And each and every time you notice the large bright red strip of plastic in the pattern, you find it even easier to keep on looking at the patterns as they move in front of you. Finding it easier and easier to just go along with the flow each and every time you notice the large bright red strip of plastic in the pattern."

"Okay," he replied about a minute later. "Such nice pretty patterns. So nice to look at."

"Yes," I said to him in a very soothing and relaxing tone of voice. "They are most pleasing to look at and very relaxing. You can even feel the muscles around your eyes start to relax the more you keep looking at the patterns, Doug." I could see the muscles in his face start to go slack and relax as his attention became focused on only the patterns he was seeing and on my voice as he was listening to me.

"Yes. Okay. Pretty and nice to look at, yes," Doug said, and then a few seconds later he let out a long sigh of contentment and sank just a bit deeper into the chair. "Okay.....okay.....okay.....okay." He kept repeating as he continued to stare into the kaleidoscope, transfixed and entranced. A wonderfully handsome cowboy sitting there in my living room, with his legs apart a bit and looking into a kaleidoscope, and otherwise ignoring me. I would loved to have reached over and fondled his crotch to touch that slight bulge that I saw in his jeans. I was hard pressed to continue with the induction, but I knew that it was important to do so, if only so that Doug did not become suspicious.

"And now you can feel yourself being pulled into the patterns as you look. Feel yourself being drawn down and into the patterns. The nice relaxing patterns, where you just seem to go down deeper into them each time you see the big red strip of plastic. And the patterns seem to reach out to you and you can feel your body start to relax as you become drawn down and into the patterns, Doug. Deeper and deeper each time you see the big red strip of plastic."

There was silence for a few minutes as Doug continued to look at the kaleidoscope, and I thought at first something had gone wrong, though I couldn't imaging what. Doug should have been saying okay a lot as he saw the red strip of plastic, but he remained silent, except for some weak grunts. I looked closer at him and saw that sweat was starting to bead from his forehead and upper lip, and the muscles in his face were taunt and straining. He was under a lot of strain and stress for some reason. This did not seem right.

"Doug, what's the matter?" I asked him with concern.

"God, the tube is so heavy!" Doug whispered. "My arms are so weak and limp. I can barely hold it up. But I have to. I want to keep seeing the patterns and to just go deeper. Please, help me. Help me please."

I hadn't expected him to react so strongly to my suggestions. There was a very easy and fast solution though. I didn't want Doug to hurt himself. "Doug," I quickly said to him. "I've tied some helium filled balloons to the tube now. The tube is becoming lighter each time you see the bright red strip of plastic. Soon you will be able to hold the tube up easily and to go even deeper as you do. And when you are holding the tube without any strain, you will notice that you eye is starting to get tired and that you are beginning to blink more and more frequently."

Doug let out a few sighs of relief as he felt the tube get lighter. The sweat slowly dried on his face, as the strain and tension in his face faded. A minute or so later, his right eye began to blink very frequently as he started having some trouble keeping it open. His left eye remained tightly shut but I could see it twitching in unison with the right eye blinking.

"The patterns continuing to take you down and to help you go deeper, Doug," I said to him. "Your eye is getting very, very tired now. The longer you look the more tired your eye becomes. The eyelid becoming heavier and heavier each time the pattern changes, and with each breath you take. And in a few moments, in only a few moments, you will find it becomes harder and harder to keep your eye open as you continue to go down deeper and deeper." I could see Doug fighting to keep his eye open, and the tube was even beginning to dip a bit, now.

"And soon and very soon indeed, you will find it extremely difficult to keep your eye open and to look at the patterns as your eye becomes so tired, and with it your entire body becomes even more relaxed and loose as you start to slip down even deeper Doug."

Doug's head was beginning to node, and the tube was starting to dip and then pop back up level as Doug continued to struggle, torn between the desire to keep looking at the kaleidoscope patterns so he could go deeper, and the deep and profound relaxation that was building within his limbs. The struggle become more pronounced with each passing moment. I was enjoying the site of this beautiful cowboy balanced on the edge of entering a deep and profound hypnotic trance I tried to drag it out as long as possible so that when he went under he would go very deeply indeed, but in less than a minute I knew that I would have to take action before he went under on his own.

"SLEEP NOW!", I barked at him in a commanding tone of voice as I touched my fingers to his forehead. Doug's body went limp and he slipped down into the chair as his right eye closed as securely and tightly as his left eye. He was slouched too much in the chair to move much as the deep relaxation so long denied him over took his body quickly and quietly. In moments the only sounds were his deep and rhythmic breathing, my somewhat faster breathing, and the sound from the motor of the kaleidoscope. I quickly thumbed the button and turned off the kaleidoscope. I wouldn't be needing it any more.

"Just keep drifting on down, Doug, as you tell me how you feel right now."

"Very relaxed and good. I feel even better than when I was on the stage. It's great! You did it!" He said to me and then smiled for a bit. He was happy to be back in hypnosis, and was feeling very good right now.

"Doug, would you mind looking me in the eye for a second, please?" I asked him.

"Sure thing," he murmured, and then raised his head, opened his eyes and looked directly into my eyes.

"Tell me the truth when I ask you a question," I ordered him mentally. "You trust me so much and you feel so good right now, that it is incredibly easy for you to tell me the truth." Doug blinked a few times as these new orders were processed in his mind. To my surprise and delight, though, he actually smiled afterwards as if this were exactly what he wanted. I had not asked, ordered or even suggested that, and it was a good sign that he interpreted my orders to mean that he would enjoy telling me the truth.

"You have lady, don't you Doug?" I asked him out loud.

"Yes. We've been going out for a long time....over a year," he replied still looking me in the eyes.

"Darn," I thought to myself. "He's heterosexual....just my luck. Well that doesn't meant I can't have some fun with him anyway." Speaking out loud a few seconds later I said, "Doug, that is just fine. Just close your eyes, and let your head drop back now, and go down even deeper. Then take a few deep relaxing breaths and tell me what you would like to do right now."

Immediately Doug closed his eyes and his head dropped down to his chest. A few seconds later he spoke. "I don't really care. Anything, as long as I can stay like this for a while or maybe even go down deeper. I just like this so much."

"That's good. That's very good," I said. "Each and every time I say the phrase, 'your boots have spurs', you will return to this state or an even deeper state that this because it just feels so good and you want to return so badly. Understood, Doug?"

"Yes, I understand. I return to this state when you say 'your boots have spurs' I hope you say that to me a lot," Doug said as a smile again caressed his lips. "Boy, do I love this feeling...this state. Will you hypnotize me, if I ask you to?" He queried me.

"Only if it is a good time for both you and I, Doug," I told him. He seemed satisfied with that answer as he just slipped down a bit lower into the chair and sighed.

"You know Doug," I said to him with some naughty thoughts starting to run around in the back of my head. "Each time you carry out one of my instructions you go down even deeper and feel even better. Isn't that true.?"

"Oh yes," Doug responded quickly. "Yes, I can feel that. It's so good to go deeper. I like doing what you say."

"Doug, listen carefully then," I said to him. "When I snap my fingers, just this one time, you will stand up and walk to the dinning room table. When you get there you will take off your hat and your boots and put them on the table. Next you will walk back into the living room and lie down, face up, on the sofa. Then you will just lie there and wait for further instructions. Understood?"

"Yes," Doug replied and then just sat there waiting patiently.

"One more thing, Doug," I spoke to him trying to keep the excitement out of my voice. "Try saying this sentence a few times and tell me how it makes you feel. The sentence is, 'I will obey you, sir'. Try saying it now."

"I will obey you, sir." Doug said, with a slightly puzzled look on his face.

"I will obey you, sir." Doug's face became less puzzled and much more relaxed.

"I will obey you, sir." Doug was starting to smile now.

"I will obey you, sir." Doug's smile was getting bigger.

"I want to obey you, sir" Doug lifted his head, opened his eyes and looked directly at me. "Boy does it feel good to say that, sir," he said. "I really want to obey you, sir" Doug just looked at me then, and waited. I snapped my fingers.

Doug carried out all his instructions to the letter, and the entire time he kept saying out loud to himself, 'I want to obey you, sir', and smiling each time he said it. It wasn't hard to see that he was getting very excited and turned on by all this. His tight jeans left nothing to the imagination. Well, not much, anyway. Things were going better than I'd planned. I had this wonderful cowboy lying on the sofa, with his boots and hat off, and his cock nearly fully erect, pressing tightly against his jeans. Delicious. I quickly counted him out.

Doug slowly opened his eyes, and blinked them a few times. "Wha....what happened? Where am I?" He asked, puzzled, confused and just a bit concerned. He propped himself up on one arm and looked around until he saw me.

"Paul....okay, now I remember...the hypnosis, right? Did it work?" He asked me.

"You tell me," I said to him as I pointed to his boots and hat on the dinning room table, and then just smiled at him.

"Yeah, it did!" He exclaimed. "Hey, I feel as good, no even better, than at Herman's show. You really did it. Wow!" He suddenly blushed as he noticed the feeling of his erect cock in his jeans. I was about to tell him that everything was okay, when a look of horror crossed his face and he scrambled to his feet and rushed over to the table. He was frantically putting on his boots and had already popped his hat back on.

"What's wrong, Doug?" I asked him. I was worried. Doug was suddenly scared...no terrified of me. He had his boots on and was heading to the closet to get his jacket and leave. Somehow, I'd done something wrong but I couldn't imagine what it was. I quickly walked over to where he was standing by the front hall closet.

Doug stopped, and turned to stare at me. He face was red with rage, and he nearly shouted at me, "WHAT'S WRONG?? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME??? I come over here for some harmless hypnosis, thinking I can trust you and you do THIS to me??? You're trying to turn me on to you. Well, I'm not some screwed up fucking faggot, like you are. YOU JUST LEAVE ME ALONE FROM NOW ON!!! YOU GOT THAT, YOU FUCKING FAIRY?????"

"It's not at all like that, Doug," I started to say to him, as I placed my hand on his arm. "What you felt was...." And the rest of the words were lost as Doug roughly grabbed me by the front of my shirt, and shoved me to the floor. He was a LOT stronger than he looked. He turned back to the closet and put on his jacket and opened the door.

I quickly scrambled to my feet, and ran to the open door. Doug was only a few feet away so I called out, "your boots have spurs". The effect was immediate. Doug stopped, and just stood there quietly as his head suddenly rolled forward. I quickly walked over to him, and quietly said, "Doug, go back into the living room, sit down on the sofa and go even deeper."

"Yes, sir," he replied reluctantly. His steps were hesitant but he complied with my orders. I closed and locked the door when we returned to my apartment. I sat down in a chair next to Doug, as he sat there on the sofa looking at me. There was both fear and loathing on his face as he sat there. Clearly, he did not want to obey me, but he also knew that he could not disobey me either. Caught between two such conflicting wishes he had no choice but to do as I said, because deep down he knew that he wanted to.

"Doug, " I said to him. "In a few seconds I will wake you up. When I do so, you will be bound and be unable to move. You will be able to speak but only in a normal tone of voice, no matter how upset you might be. Understood?"

"Yes, sir," he replied quickly. He was not looking forward to this, and in his eyes I could see the fear that he had of me. Fear that was slowly turning to terror and probably hate I counted him out.

"So now what are you going to do with me, faggot?" Doug, asked me with a snarl. "Don't think you can get away with this forever. I'll get even with you if it's the last thing I ever do, you cock sucker."

"Doug, I don't know what your problem is, but I have a pretty good idea. Now just be quiet for a bit and please, listen to what I have to say," I instructed him. "Doug, you got upset when you noticed that you had an erection while you were hypnotized, and it concerned you, especially as you did NOT have one during Herman's show, right?'

"Yeah," Doug agreed with me. "But YOU caused my dick to go hard 'cause you're a fairy and you wanted to suck me." Doug said in an even tone of voice, but it was clear that he was very upset about all this. His eyes were shooting daggers of rage and hate at me. I shuddered.

"Actually, Doug, I did NOT suggest that to you at all. I just told you to keep enjoying the sensations.. The reaction you had was perfectly normal and is NOTHING to be worried about. Many men, both straight and gay have that reaction. It comes from the simulation of the brain's pleasure center that happens during hypnosis. Maybe you were having thoughts about your lady friend, and that is what got you hard. I don't know that for sure, but I suspect that it was the case. Or it could be that deep down you like the idea of someone telling you want to do, of someone else 'taking control of you' as it were, and that is what got you hard. Now, think about that for a minute. And by the way, you'll notice that your dick is no longer hard."

"Okay, well, maybe," Doug said with doubt in his voice, but at least he was a little bit calmer. "But why are you holding me like this, then?"