The Coffee Shop Pt. 05

"Just melting way. Your body becoming limp and totally relaxed now as your mind becomes empty of all troubles, cares or concerns. You mind becoming empty and at peace. And when you feel that happen you nod your head slightly, Steve, and that action causes you go do down even deeper and deeper into this wonderful and relaxed state," I prompted him.

A few seconds later Steve nodded his head several times. He sighed to himself and then muttered in a slightly slurred voice, "Melting?..away?." He sat there slumped down on the sofa, breathing easily with his lips curved in a small smile. He looked like he was feeling pretty good.

"How do you feel now, Steve?" I asked him softly.

"Really good, sir. Thank you, sir," He answered immediately in a soft but clear voice. "So calm and comfortable. So at peace, sir. My mind is empty. No troubles. No cares. Thank you so much for making them melt away, sir."

Steve had not said it, but he was feeling happy as he sat there on the sofa in front of me. He was truly at peace now. I was happy for him, and pleased with myself that I managed to get him this far down. But, it wasn't enough. Not quite enough.

"The deeper you go, the better you feel, and the better you feel the deeper you go. Always going deeper, always feeling better," I reminded him, keeping the tone of my voice even and smooth. "Steve, you're safe here. You know that. You can just let go anytime that you want to. You can let go completely. You can surrender completely. You are safe here with Andy and me. So go ahead and let go of everything Steve. Yield completely to my words, my voice and my power. Give up. Surrender all, and feel nothing but deep relaxation, peace and calm. Go down into that place in your mind, Steve. That special place where you can let go completely and still be safe, secure and at peace." It was a struggle to keep the excitement and glee from my voice as I verbally pushed Steve over the edge into total surrender.

"Surrender?" Steve asked in a slightly puzzled voice, as the smile faded from his lips and his face took on that blank look once again. He took several deep breaths as he seemed to roll that thought about in his mind. I waited to see what he would do. I could have easily pushed him mentally into submission, but I wanted the decision to be his not mine. He was here asking for my help. This was not the time to acquiesce to my personal desire to see Steve acting as my hypnotized policeman slave again, no matter how enticing the idea. I was sorely tempted to say Steve's trigger phrase, and enslave him once more, but I fought off the urge. I think it was Andy's presence that helped me to resist that temptation.

Andy continued to massage Steve's neck and shoulders. Steve let out several soft moans as he sank deeper into the back of the sofa. For several minutes Steve sat there slumped back in the sofa, oblivious to everything else, apparently. "Yes?.that's feels so good?" Steve muttered softly as he basked in the pleasure of Andy's efforts. Steve sighed a few more times as the smile on his face grew slightly larger.

I would be lying if I said that I wasn't somewhat disappointed in Steve's lack of response. Steve was one hell of a handsome hunk of a man, and having him surrender to me once again would have been very exciting. But, I had to leave the decision up to him. (Damn, ethics always seem to get in the way at the most inopportune moments.)

"You seem to be much more relaxed now, Steve," Andy commented to him as Andy kept up massaging Steve's shoulder and neck muscles. "Your muscles seem to finally have loosened up. I'm surprised that you haven't keeled over onto your side by now," Andy said with a smile on his face.

I couldn't help but chuckle softly to myself as Steve toppled over onto his right side, a few seconds after Andy finished speaking. Steve was a very suggestible subject and he had followed through on Andy's suggestion almost immediately. It was no surprise to me, but Andy did not know Steve as well as I did. I looked up at Andy, and I nearly burst out laughing at the look to stunned amazement that was frozen on Andy's face. Andy looked up at me, after staring at Steve for a few seconds. When Andy saw the mirth on my face, Andy relaxed and understood that there wasn't a problem. Slowly a smile graced those sexy lips of Andy's and he walked out from behind the sofa and stood beside me as I sat in the swivel rocking chair.

"He responds rather well, doesn't he?" Andy whispered as he looked down at me. The smile on Andy's face was like sunshine on a dark and stormy day, welcome and wonderful. (Yes, I'm in love with Andy, or couldn't you tell by now? Damn, I'm a lucky man!)

"Oh, yes indeed he does," I whispered back as I looked over at Steve's toppled form. Steve lay there on the sofa, lying on his right side. His uniform hat had fallen off of his head when his head had hit the cushion of the seat of the sofa. His hat lay there upside down a few inches away from Steve's head. Steve's right arm was partly pinned underneath the right side of Steve's body, where as his left arm was draped down and across his chest. His pelvis was now at an angle of about eighty degrees from the plane of the seat of the sofa, which meant that the curvature of Steve's left hip was clearly evident to anyone with eyes. And what a handsome hip it was, too. Andy joined me in sighing at the sheer sexiness of Steve's left hip, encased as it was in those tight uniform pants he was wearing.

"Going down deeper and deeper, Steve," I urged him. "Just letting go completely. You know that you are safe and secure, here in my apartment. So you can let yourself go, and enjoy the sensations of going down deeper and deeper into hypnosis, Steve." I paused for a few seconds as I listened to Steve's soft sighs of agreement. The smile on Steve's face got a bit bigger as he lay there on the sofa listening to me. "So relax now, and just let yourself go, Steve. Let go of all your cares, worries and concerns. Let all the tensions and troubles of the past few days and weeks, just let it all float up and out of your mind. Let yourself go, Steve," I said to him in a soft soothing tone of voice. I knew it was important to keep my voice pitched low and mellow as that would help Steve to relax even more.

"Yes?." Steve muttered sleepily with just the briefed nod of his head. "Yes?.go deeper." Steve looked relaxed and peaceful now, a far cry from the nervous, tension filled man who had arrived at my doorstep only a short while earlier. I might not be able to help Steve solve his problem, whatever it was, but at least I had managed to help him relax and feel better.

"He's really out, isn't he?" Andy whispered to me, as he turned and looked down at me.

"Yup. Completely," I whispered back, looking up at Andy. I absently reached up encircled Andy's waist with my right arm and gently pulled Andy towards me. Andy smiled at me as he took hold of my right arm and unwrapped it from about his waist. Andy bent over and pressed his lips lovingly upon mine in an all too brief kiss.

"So, what now?" Andy asked in a hushed tone, as he stood back up.

"That's up to Steve," I answered softly. "If he wants to talk about whatever it is that is troubling him, he will. If not, well that's his decision." A thoughtful look crept onto Andy's face as he nodded his head at me. I smiled back at Andy and then turned my attention back to Steve.

I looked closely at Steve's face, but his expression had not changed. He just lay there like a log, motionless except for his breathing. Mind you, he was a very sexy log, smartly dressed in a spotless and freshly pressed police uniform. I was content to sit there and watch Steve for the next half hour or so. Sometimes the simple pleasures in life are the sweetest.

Suddenly, Steve slowly moved his head and opened his eyes, and the smile faded from his lips. He blinked his eyes several times as he struggled to focus on my face. His face remained blank as he slowly struggled to sit up. Steve looked about the room as if searching for something. Slowly he reached over and picked up his uniform hat. A few seconds later he placed his hat on his head and fought his way to his feet. A part of me wanted to reach over and help Steve to his feet, but I knew better than to interfere. It took Steve several minutes to climb off of the sofa and to stand on his own two feet without swaying back and forth as if he were drunk. He didn't say anything the entire time. He merely looked at me with that same blank look. Carefully, as if he were walking on a tightrope, he walked over to where I was sitting in the swivel rocking chair. Steve leaned down and placed one hand on each of the arms of the chair. Sluggishly but firmly he swung the swivel rocking chair about until it (and I) was facing away from the sofa. Steve let go of the swivel rocking chair and stood back up. Steve walked over until he was directly in front of me and facing me. A moment later he took several backward steps, distancing himself from me. Steve stood there, a few paces away from me, looking down at me from that lofty six foot height of his, not saying a word. I looked up at him, silently admiring the view. Hypnotized or not, Steve was a very good looking man, so I took advantage of the opportunity to enjoy some eye candy. I wondered what Steve was up to as I sat there drinking in the sight of him. I had not expected him to do anything but sit there on the sofa and slump down into a sexy hypnotized heap of a hunk. He had something else in mind though. I couldn't help but wonder at what it might be.

Steve stood there looking down at me, breathing normally, but he wasn't taking any action. "Andy, please massage my shoulders some more," Steve called out as he continued to look at me. Steve was speaking easily, without the long pauses between words and without any slurring of his words.

'He's come back up to a lighter level of trance,' I thought to myself as I put the clues together. I successfully hid my disappointment, and decided to wait and see what happened. I had Steve's trigger to fall back on, if things didn't work out.

"Okay, Steve," Andy's voice answered pleasantly, from somewhere off to my right.

I turned my head, breaking my eye contact with Steve as I searched for Andy. He walked out from behind my chair and headed over to where Steve was. Andy didn't look puzzled at Steve's request. If anything, Andy looked eager to get back to massaging Steve's shoulders. Andy walked up behind Steve and placed his hands on Steve's shoulders.

"Steve, it's rather difficult for me to do anything like this," Andy complained after a few seconds effort. "I need have your shoulders at a somewhat lower level, to be able to give you a massage."

"Oh," Steve replied absently, as if he hadn't heard a word that Andy had said.

Andy got a gleam in his eye as he directed a glance in my direction.

"Down on your knees, Officer Stokes," Andy said in a commanding voice, as he pushed strongly down on Steve's shoulders. "On your knees, so that I may massage you into submission."

"Yes, sir," Steve responded as he slowly sank down to his knees in front of me. A smile blossomed on his face as he knelt down in front of me. Steve, the hunky hypnotized cop was now on his knees in front of me, and if the smile on his face was any indication, he was thoroughly enjoying himself.

'Why the heck didn't I pick up on that?' I wondered to myself. 'I should have clued in that Steve wanted to be ordered to his knees.' I filed that nugget of information off into the back of my mind for further analysis later. I had more interesting things to deal with.

"God, yes!" Steve cried out in delight as Andy stooped down and resumed his massaging of Steve's shoulders and neck. "Just a bit more, please, Andy." Steve begged Andy, while Steve kept his eyes focused on mine, as he knelt there in front of me.

"Glad to oblige, Steve," Andy replied happily as he continued with his task.

Steve grunted his appreciation of Andy's efforts over the next few minutes. A few moans of pleasure found their way out of Steve's mouth as well. I found it a curious but interesting and erotic sight. A big strong and hypnotized cop on his knees in front of me, grunting like an animal, while he was getting his neck and shoulders massaged by a hunk of an RCMP constable in jeans and an RCMP T-shirt. (Yes, there IS a God!)

Steve suddenly toppled forward, breaking the contact between his shoulders and Andy's hands. Steve broke his fall easily by planting his arms out in front of him. Steve kept his eyes locked on mine as he moved from a kneeling position to being on all fours in front of me. He didn't say anything for a few moments. He merely grinned at me like some love sick puppy. I'd be lying if I said that the sight of Steve on his hands and knees in front of me, and in uniform to boot, didn't cause me to have a reaction. (Okay, my cock went rock hard then and there, if you must know. How I managed to keep from blushing though, will remain a mystery to us all.)

Steve lowered himself to the floor, so that he was prone before me. He raised his head up and looked at me smiling that same happy sappy smile at me. "I surrender to you, master. I am yours once again. This hypnotized cop slave boy is now yours to command, master. I eagerly await your commands, master," Steve spoke with an assurance and calmness that was almost frightening. Steve was stating, what was for him, a simple truth.

"How do you feel now, Steve?" I asked ignoring his declaration.

'Fantastic, master, I hope that in some way I may serve you, so that I may continue to feel this good," Steve answered cheerfully.

"Well, if Andy has no objection, I would like you to get up on all fours so that I may examine you," I told Steve. I looked up at Andy. He looked down at me and smiled as he nodded his head.

"Yes, master!" Steve cried out joyfully as he scrambled onto his hands and knees. Somehow he had managed to keep his uniform hat on his head, so he was still in full uniform. Steve remained there on his hands and knees, eagerly waiting for me to start my examination of him. He panted slightly with pent up excitement. His eyes sparkled with anticipation, as he looked up at me and flashed me a sexy smile.

"I'll start in a few minutes, Steve. I need to have a quick chat with Andy first," I informed him as I stood up. "In the meantime, why don't you stare at spot on the carpet, and go down deeper and deeper with each breath that you take and with each blink of your eyes."

"Yes, master," Steve replied eagerly. He lowered his head slightly as he picked out a spot on the carpeted floor to stare at.

I walked over to where Andy was standing just behind Steve. I suspected that Andy was enjoying the rear view, but I had something else on my mind that I wanted to discuss with him. I waved at Andy to follow me as I lead him a few paces away from Steve's hypnotized form. With a slight sigh of reluctance Andy turned and followed me.

"Do you mind if I examine Steve, Andy?" I whispered to him, once we were standing a few paces away from Officer Steven Stokes.

"What exactly do you have in mind, and how far are you planning to go?" Andy whispered back.

"Clothes on, and get Steve to jerk off in a towel. Similar to the milking of Cody," I answered him keeping my voice to a whisper.

Andy looked at me thoughtfully, and then nodded his head at me. "Sounds okay to me, but only if I get to help," he whispered back.

"I knew there would be a catch," I replied with a soft chuckle. "You never let me have any fun," I said with a mock pout on my face.

"Yeah, right," Andy replied in a hush and grinned at me. "I prefer to think of this as a team effort. I call dibs on Steve's ass."

"Reserving the best part for yourself?" I asked Andy quietly as I struggled to contain my mirth.

"Maybe. I prefer to think of it as more along the lines of ensuring fairness. I know you've caressed Steve's butt cheeks before, while I never have. Besides I wouldn't want you to become bored. I am merely engaging in a selfless act to protect you from boredom," Andy answered quietly, keeping a straight face.

"You're all heart," I replied sarcastically, but the grin on my face took any sting out of my words. "Let's get to work."

"Right. I'll fetch a towel for Steve," Andy said flashing me a quick smile before he headed off to the linen closet.

I was content to pass the time looking down upon Steve as he remained planted on his hands and knees in front of me. I walked a few feet closer to Steve as I drank in the sight of him. His body was all that I had remembered and more. His body was as fit, hard and strong as I remembered. That police uniform on his body was like gift wrapping on a Christmas present. It only added to the excitement and joy of the moment. On his hands and knees as he was, Steve's uniform pants were very snug against his buttocks, crotch and thighs. The rather large bulge caused by his wallet in the right back pocket of his uniform pants only enhanced the tightness of those uniform pants. The right back pocket did not have a button closure, and the lips of the welt pocket were pulled apart slightly by both the bulge caused by Steve's thick wallet, and the overall tightness of his uniform pants in general. As I stared that that right pocket, it seemed that the lips of that pocket were pulled into a gentle beckoning smile that invited me to reach out and grab that big fleshly right buttock of Steve's. I pulled my gaze from that intriguing wallet of Steve's and scoped out the rest of his beautiful behind.

Those two uniform clad hemispheres were sinfully sexy. If I hadn't seen this sight so many times before, I would have been drooling. I moved my eyes over the central seam of those uniform pants and delighted in manner in which the material was stretched across Steve's butt crack, while still managing to follow every inch of the curvature of both of his buttocks. It seemed to somehow defy the laws of physics. There didn't seem to be any reasonable or logical explanation for the way in which those uniform pants could be so tight and close fitting, without showing the slightest sign of strain on the seams. As my gaze finally moved over and around Steven's left buttock I knew what I would find, and I was not the least bit disappointed. Another back pocket, yes, but a welt back pocket with a button tab closure, which was done up. Poor little button, though. I could clearly see that the pants pocket closure was under some strain, from the way that tab seemed to have a choke hold on the poor little button. A part of me wanted to reach over and rescue the little button by undoing the closure. (Yeah, right! I just wanted to get my hands on Steven's sexy butt. I love a good butt in tight pants or jeans, and brother that was most definitely what I was looking at.) I gulped a few times as the simple magnificent of that sight overwhelmed me yet again. I had seen that sight before but it had been so long that I had forgotten how sculpted and flawless Steve's ass was in those uniform pants. I felt a twinge of envy and also slightly jealous that Andy's hands, and not mine, would be exploring that territory. (Now in case you have not yet realized it, dear reader, I have a butt fetish. Men's butts are more interesting to me than their faces. I suppose that isn't very flattering to Andy, when you think about it. Let's just keep that our little secret, shall we?)

I wrenched my gaze away from Steve's backside and looked over the rest of his four on the floor form. I didn't walk around to see the rest of Steve, I stayed where I was, since I prefer a rear view, given a choice. (Like you haven't figured that out by now, dear reader?) The two pillars that were Steve's thighs filled out Steve's uniform pants from the buttocks down to the knees, keeping the material snug if not tight. Certainly it appeared to be tight around the inside of his thighs, with a razor sharp crease in the pants at the back which ended just below where Steve's buttocks started to strain those uniform pants. . (Oh, to be able to reach out and get physical confirmation of that fact! Lord, have mercy!) From the knees down to the ankles where his uniform pants ended, was a bit of an anticlimax. The pants were clean, neat and sharply pressed, true, but it wasn't anything unexpected. The soles of Steve' uniform shoes were slightly scuffed, but that was to be expected. I couldn't see much of the tops of Steve's shoes since his feet were top down on the floor. From the little I could see of the heels of the shoes and the sides, the shoes looked newly polished. They had a mirror like sheen to them that was attractive in its own way.