The Coffee Shop Pt. 05

"That's what Steve was just about to tell me, dear heart," I said to Andy, smiling at him. I looked back at Steve as I addressed him. "If you're not comfortable talking with Andy in the room, I'm sure he would understand." I suggested. I glanced up at Andy and saw him nod his head in silent agreement with me.

"No. It's okay," Steve reassured me, after nodding a quick hello to Andy and turning back to face me. "He can stay. I trust you, and you obviously trust him. Besides, he's a brother officer, so I trust him too. Maybe he might be able to offer some insight."

"We're both all ears, Steve," Andy said quietly as he walked over to the sofa and sat down on the far end away from Steve. Andy placed the index finger and thumb of his right hand on the left side of his mouth, just in front of his lips. Quickly he drew his finger and thumb across his lips in the universal sign that he was zipping his lips closed. Clearly Andy did not intend to say anything else, unless someone asked him a question. He intended to sit there and listen.

"Go on, Steve," I said as I tried to encourage him. "It'll make you feel better to talk about whatever this problem is."

Steve looked at me, glanced at Andy and looked back at me. Suddenly he stood up and started pacing around the room like a caged animal. It was so unlike Steve. As long as I'd known him he was always in control of himself. He didn't say anything he just paced around for a few minutes. I looked up at him pacing back and forth, and I became distracted by the grace and beauty of his body as he moved. I had to keep reminding myself that Steve was not here on a social visit. (Or a visit of any other type for that matter, damn my luck.) He had a problem, and he was asking for my help. It wasn't easy mind you. Steve's body was magnificent, and when he moved I couldn't help but follow him with my eyes. (Damn hormones!) I flicked a glance at Andy and flashed a quick grin at him as I realized Andy was watching Steve's pacing as intently as I was, and probably for the exact same reasons. Andy grinned back at me followed by a quick wink.

"I just don't know what to say!" Steve cried out after a few more minutes of frustrated pacing.

"Well, I could always hypnotize you to get you to talk," I joked at him as I looked up at him and smiled.

"Would you please?" Steve pleaded, as he plopped himself back down on the sofa in front of me. (Andy remained where he was, sitting on the far end of the sofa away from Steve and I. He could observe and listen without getting in the way, or being a distraction.) "If you think it would work, let's do it now. I've got to talk to somebody about this, or I'll go crazy!" The last few words were coloured with anger, frustration and even desperation. "It's been so long, though, that I don't think the old trigger will work anymore."

"Regardless of whether or not it does work, I think a new induction would be a better anyway," I said to him. Of course I knew that the old trigger phrase would still work. It was super hypnosis that I had used on Steve, and those types of triggers do not fade with time. They become a part of the subject's personality and the subconscious mind always remembers them. I could have put Steve under with the trigger phrase, but I thought it would be more fun to do a new induction with him. It would seem more logical to him, and if the truth be told, I would enjoy it a heck of lot more. (See? That wasn't just my hormones voicing their opinion. There was a logical reason behind my line of thinking. I don't always think with my dick, you know. Maybe sometimes, but not always.)

I looked at Steve for a moment or so before I spoke. "Are you sure you want me to do this? Are you sure you want me to hypnotize you here in front of Andy?" All of our previous sessions had been in private. I had never hypnotized Steve with a third person present. If he had any reservations about that, I wanted to know now. The last thing in the world I wanted to do was to embarrass Steve, however inadvertently.

"Yes, I'm sure," Steve answered without blinking an eye. "I trust you, Paul. I trust Andy too. Please, Paul. Please hypnotize me. I've got to tell someone about this before I go nuts!" The last sentence had an unmistakable ring of pleading in it. Whatever Steve's problem was, it was serious and he was desperate to talk about it.

"Okay, Steve. When you're ready for me to start, just let me know," I said to him as I looked him directly in the eyes, for a second or two. During that time I debated about implanting a few mental commands into Steve's mind, but decided against it. A better idea came to mind. I decided to start off with ordinary hypnosis and use Steve's trigger phrase later on to invoke a super hypnotic state in him. I needed to practice my ordinary hypnotic induction techniques anyway, and this was such a wonderful opportunity that I decided to take advantage of it.

Steve looked at me, and nodded his head slightly as he replied, "Sure. I'm ready now, I guess. Let's start." A shudder ran through his body as he sat there waiting for me to start the induction. It could have been from anticipation, fear or just general anxiety. There was no way to know. I put that concern out of my mind and got down to business.

"Steve, you seem just a tad bit tense," I said to him. "How about if Andy kneads your neck and shoulders and helps you to relax? He could do that while I start the induction."

"Well, if you think that would help, sure," Steve replied, and then turned his head to look at Andy. "How about it Andy? You interested?"

"I'd be glad to help out in any way that I can," Andy replied warmly as he stood up and walked around the sofa. It took him only a few seconds to position himself behind Steve. Andy looked over at me and winked. He silently mouthed the words 'thank you' to me and gave me a big smile. Clearly he liked the idea of being able to touch Steve. Hey Andy's mine, but he's not blind after all. He couldn't help but be interested in Steve's body. Since I felt the same way about Steve, I certainly couldn't fault Andy for his interest in Steve.

"Fine. Then let us begin with breathing shall we?" I said as I looked at Steve and glanced up briefly at Andy. Both men nodded in silent agreement with me. "Steve, all I want you to do right now is to concentrate on your breathing, as Andy places his hands on your shoulders." With my words Andy leaned forward slightly and gently placed one of his hands on each of Steve's massively muscular shoulders. Andy rested his hands there and looked over at me. I wasn't sure if he was asking me for a signal to begin, or if he was merely trying to tell me that he was ready to go. It didn't really matter which, though.

"Think about the simple mechanics of breathing, Steve," I urged him. "Let your mind become occupied with that and nothing else." I watched Steve for a second or two. As I saw him take several deep breaths I began speaking again. "Don't force yourself to take deep breaths, just breath normally in a relaxed and unhurried fashion. All I would like you to do right now is to become familiar with the simple process of breathing," I instructed him using an even smooth soothing tone of voice. I smiled slightly as I saw the first hints of relaxation start to creep into Steve's haggard and tense face.

"Andy, if you would be kind enough to start massaging Steve's shoulders?" I prompted him. "I think he could use it. The poor man looks as tense as a bridegroom on his wedding day."

"Glad to, Paul," Andy said in that smooth sexy tenor voice of his. I watched Andy's hands as he started to clench and release his fingers as he moved his hands along the ridge of Steve's shoulders.

"When you can feel Andy's fingers begin their kneading of your shoulder muscles, Steve, just let me know with a simple 'yes'," I suggested to him.

"Yes," Steve replied almost instantly.

"Good. Very good. Now don't forget to concentrate on your breathing, on the movement of the muscles of your chest and stomach," I reminded him. "Can you do that for me? Can you just think about your breathing?" I asked him quietly.

"Yeah, I guess so," Steve said with a trace of doubt in his voice. He looked at me for a moment and then let his gaze wander about the room. His eyes became slightly unfocused, staring at nothing as he tried to concentrate on his breathing

"Just listen to my voice, Steve. Listen to the sound and flow of my words. Let your attention flow with my words. Let them guide you. You know how. You've done it before. You know how to follow my words. Think back. Way back. Remember how it felt to follow my words? Of course you do. The mind, and the body remember, Steve. So just let go and let yourself follow my words. When you feel it happen you simply let me know and continue to find yourself focused on my words as you follow them along," I encouraged him.

"Yes?your words?.follow them?.want to," Steve replied softly, a note of desperation and longing in the tone of his voice. His eyes were open and fixed and focused but not on me. He was looking past me at some point on the far wall. Already he was starting to slip down in to the lightest stages of hypnotic trance, and we had barely begun. I wasn't all that surprised, though. Steve was a really good subject. It was one of the many things about him that I found so endearing. Even though it had been a long time, over a year as a matter of fact, since I had put him under, Steve was responding very well. I attributed it to a desire on his part to go back into hypnosis, and some lingering after effects of my implanted controls.

"That's right, Steve. You're doing just fine," I assured him keeping the tone of my voice even, low, smooth and soothing. " Just look around at nothing at all or let your eyes stare at one spot if you wish. Whatever works best for you. When you notice a change in your breathing, when you feel it start to become deep and even, really pleasant you let me know. Meanwhile, Andy will continue to work out the tension and strain in your shoulder muscles." I flicked my eyes up towards Andy and then down to Steve's shoulders. I could clearly see that Andy was making an earnest effort in trying to release the tension and strain in Steve's massive neck and shoulder muscles. From the sly grin on Andy's face I was somewhat sure that he didn't look upon this as a chore, rather more of a delightful opportunity.

"Oh??" Steve moaned softly, dragging my attention away from Andy's handsome face.

I looked at Steve's face and could see that his gaze was firmly fixed on some point on the far distant wall. What it was, I didn't know and frankly I didn't much care. It was far more interesting and delightful for me to look at Steve's face than to figure out what it was that had caught his attention. "That's right just go with the flow, Steve. Just think about how it feels as Andy works that nasty tension and stiffness from out of your shoulder and neck muscles," I softly urged him as I started to begin my hypnotic patter in earnest. "The warmth of Andy's hands. The hardness, firmness and gentleness as you feel his fingers dig a bit deeper into your neck and shoulders. And when you feel it, when you feel some small part of the tension start to melt away from your shoulders and your neck, you just let me know with a simple 'yes'."

"Yes," Steve replied a couple of heartbeats later.

"And when you notice a change in your breathing, you let me know," I said the instant I started to see Steve begin to take a deep breath. (Okay, so this was cheating, technically. It was more likely that Steve was taking a deep breath due to Andy's ministrations, than to my words. Still, it was an opportunity to strengthen the suggestion in Steve's mind that he was starting to react to my hypnotic induction. A little extra help never hurts, after all. Remember that this was just ordinary hypnosis that I was using on Steve.)

"Yes?.." Steve said letting the word slide out of his mouth.

"You've been so tense and keyed up for such a long time, that feeling Andy massage your shoulders and neck has got to feel pretty good right about now," I commented, keeping my voice low key, smooth and gentle. "It's okay to enjoy the feeling, Steve. Go ahead and let yourself go. You deserve it, and you know that there is nothing wrong in letting yourself enjoy the feeling of Andy's strong and gentle fingers and his hands massaging your neck and shoulders. It's helping you to let go, and to feel a bit more relaxed so that you can concentrate on my words even more strongly. And each and every time when you feel yourself relaxing just a bit more and able to concentrate even more easily on my words, you just let me know. You can even interrupt me when I am speaking, Steve. It's okay to do that." I paused for a few seconds. I needed to catch my breath and study Steve's handsome face for a second or two.

"Yes?.relaxing?." Steve muttered softly. His eyes were starting to blink a bit more slowly. I noted with suppressed satisfaction that the lines of tension that had been so heavily etched on his face at the start of the afternoon were starting to smooth out a bit. It was a very good sign. In fact it was a surprise to me that Steve was reacting so quickly to my suggestions, since I was using only an ordinary hypnotic induction. I had not yet uttered the trigger phrase that would put Steve back into a super hypnotic trance. Steve was entering ordinary hypnosis.

"And soon, and very soon indeed, you'll feel yourself starting to relax just a bit more, as you find it starts to become easier and easier to just follow along with my words. To follow my words and let them lead you down to that special place in your mind where you can become totally relaxed as you let go completely," I said letting the words roll out in an even smooth steady stream. "When you feel that happen, when you feel yourself starting to go down just a bit deeper and deeper into relaxation you let me know."

"Yes?I?.feel?.it?." Steve replied in a soft but clear voice. The pause between his words was becoming slightly longer.

"Each and every time, when you feel yourself starting to relax and let go even more, you respond. For the deeper you go the better you feel, and the better you feel the deeper you go. Always going deeper, always feeling better," I urged Steve as I saw his expression soften a bit more.

"Andy's massaging of your shoulders and neck helps to you go even deeper, Steve," I informed him as I shot a brief glance up at Andy. "When you can feel the warmth from Andy's skilled hands and fingers slowly start to penetrate and loosen up those tense and stiff muscles in your neck and shoulders Steve, you sigh with delight. For it seems with each sigh you can feel yourself going deeper in to relaxation."

Steven let out a long slow deep sigh the instant I finished making the suggestion to him. He sighed a second time a few seconds later and his face started to take a on a slightly blank look as he stared off at that distant point on the far wall.

I sat there looking at Steve for a moment, admiring the sight before me. A city police officer, in full uniform (yes he still had his hat on by the way) sitting on my living room sofa, gazing off in the distance, listening to my voice as it leads him into a deep state of hypnosis. Steve was sitting there on the sofa, with his hands resting in his lap. His legs were slightly spread apart, and his feet, encased in those black shiny leather shoes were planted firmly flat on the floor. His hands were hanging down blocking most of the view of the front of his uniform pants, but it didn't really matter much anyway. Those navy blue uniform pants prevented any significant details regarding the front of his pants and the placement (or displacement) of his penis from being detected. Despite that though, they were very nice uniform pants. Steve filled them out well and those pants only added to the delight of his overall appearance.

Steve was still wearing his utility belt, (gee that sounds like something out of a Saturday morning cartoon show, but I think that is what those belts are called) which blocked off any view of his uniform belt. I rather liked the appearance of that wide, thick leather belt about his waist. It made him seem more masculine, stronger and more authoritarian, somehow. (The fact that I had such a striking figure of a man well on the way to being under my control only increased my pleasure of the moment.) Steve's light blue long sleeved uniform shirt looked very nice on him, and the navy tie added to his appearance. If Steve had just come off of a duty shift, he would not have been wearing a tie as it wasn't the policy of the city police to wear ties on duty. A tie, especially a knotted tie, gave those less than cooperative suspects an opportunity to assault the officer and possibly choke him. As I let my gaze move up from Steve's arms which were lying in a relaxed heap in his lap, I took in the details of that massively muscular chest that rose and fell slowly like the bellows of some blacksmith's forge. I was slightly amazed that Steve could exude a sexual appeal by doing nothing more than sitting there in front of me, and breathing deeply. The simple and slowly rhythmic movement of his chest as it rose and fell, was mesmerizing. I had to shake my head slightly to throw off the spell. (Just who was hypnotizing whom, here?) I let my gaze move up past that slightly clinging uniform shirt of Steve's and on to his face.

Steve's face was completely blank. He looked like he was completely lost in his own thoughts, as he stared off into space. It was a pretty safe bet that that was exactly the situation. He was lost in his own little world right then. His face looked peaceful and at ease for the first time since I had met him this afternoon. It seemed that I was finally getting him down to the much deeper levels of hypnosis. Steve sighed softly, as his eyes blinked a few times. I saw those sexy lips of his twitch slightly as he sighed a second time.

"The more that Andy massages you, the easier it becomes to go even deeper, Steve," I continued as I picked up the thread of the hypnotic induction. "For the deeper you go, the better you feel, and the better you feel, the deeper you go. Always going deeper, always feeling better."

"Deeper?yes?." Steve muttered softly, followed by a loud sigh. His head dipped a fraction of an inch for a split second before he caught himself and raised his head back up. "Mmmmmm?.that feels nice," Steve grunted as Andy continued his kneading of Steve's shoulders.

"For it seems with each word that I utter, and with a each breath that you take, you can sense and feel yourself going down deeper and deeper, feeling more relaxed, more comfortable and more at ease," I encouraged him, while continuing to speak in smooth even soothing tones. "When you can feel that happen, you let me know. Just letting yourself go more and more, as you focus only on the sounds of my soothing voice and the wonderful warmth of Andy's fingers and hands. Soon and very soon indeed you'll feel your troubles, cares and concerns just start to melt away out of your mind. And when you feel that happen, when you feel your troubles, cares and concerns starting to melt away, you let me know."

"Melting?.yes?.melting?.away," Steve muttered a few seconds later. He sighed once again and a smile brushed across his lips. "Yes?finally?.melting?away?.finally?" Steve slumped down backwards, falling in to the sofa and his head rolled down to his chest as he took a deep breath and let out another deep sigh. His eyes closed easily a half a second later.

Andy continued his ministrations on Steve's shoulders and neck, as Steve sat back in the sofa, slumped down, relaxed and comfortable. Andy looked down at me and smiled a bright 'thank you' at me, but he didn't say anything. I guess he didn't want to inadvertently break the spell that Steve was under.