The Coffee Shop

"Steve, open your eyes and look at me, please," I said.

"Yes, Sir." He replied, as he opened his eyes and looked at me.

"Steve, do you like me?" I asked.

"Oh, yes, Sir. A lot, Sir."

"Do you want to serve me?" I continued.

"Oh, yes, Sir. More than anything, Sir."

"Steve, do you trust me?" I asked.

"Yes, Sir. With my life, Sir."

"Steve, I am going to tell you a secret about me, to show you how much I trust you. Do you understand?" I asked.

"Of course, Sir. I am yours, Sir. Mind, body and soul, Sir. I could never hurt or cause you hurt, Sir. If I ever did that, you would send me away, and then I could not serve you, Sir."

(Looking back, at that moment in time, I don't know who might have been more worried about what came next, me, or Steve. I wasn't 100% sure, but I believed that anything I told Steve I could make him forget, if it became necessary. So, there wasn't much risk to him or to me. Still, this was a huge and difficult step for me.)

In as calm a voice as I was able, I said to him, "Steve, I do not like women or girls. I like men. I especially like muscular men like you. Steve, I am gay."

His jaw dropped, and he just looked at me for a few moments. He stared so long at me...and into my eyes, that I thought maybe he had slipped down very, very deep so as to avoid this shocking bit of news.

All I can remember of the next few minutes is being swept off my feet as Steve grabbed me in a huge bear hug, and proceeded to carry me around the room, hugging me and kissing me and laughing. There were tears streaming down his cheeks again, but the full rich baritone of his voice conveyed limitless joy, not sorrow or fear. To this day, I am still not sure how he managed to avoid breaking any of the lamps, or me for that matter.

After what seemed like hours, he finally gently placed me on the sofa and sat down next to me. His face was aglow with joy and happiness. He swallowed a few times, and cleared his throat before he spoke.

"Oh, Sir! I'm so very happy to know you are gay! So am I! I was so afraid that if you knew I was gay, you would send me away, forever. I.....I....I.....I love you, Sir." With a huge sob, his big beautiful body began to shake again, as he started to cry uncontrollably.

I reached out and drew him close to me. I held him. I kissed him, and softly stroked his hair. Without needing to be told, his big strong arms enfolded me in their embrace as he took me gently into his arms and hugged me close. He gently kissed my face every now and then, as his sobs slowly subsided.

"It's all right, Steve. I'm here." I whispered in his ear. "You're safe with me. It's okay for you to love me, Steve. I care for you too, very much. I do not know if I love you yet, but we have time. Steve, I won't ever send you away."

With that last sentence, he pushed me away gently, turned my face to force me to look him straight in the eyes and said, "A slave is never worthy of his master's love. But perhaps someday, if I serve you well enough, I will have some small place in your heart. Until that day, I vow to serve you faithfully and completely. For I truly am yours, mind, body and soul, Sir."

This huge bear of a man, proceeded to kneel down in front of me and bow his head before me. There he stayed patiently awaiting whatever I might ask of him, much like an obedient dog lies by his master. I do not know if you can imagine, or even believe, the situation. Here is this large strong muscular hunk of a policeman, who could easily overpower me, kneeling before me, just waiting. I knew that I could have done anything, even raped him, and he would not have cared. His devotion to me was total, complete and absolute.. I could have ordered him to rob a bank for me, and I knew, (I do not know how I knew this but I DID know it) he would do so without question. My spine turned to ice, as the realization came to me that Steve would even kill someone, if I told him to.

"Steve" I said, as I stood up. "Lie down on the sofa, close your eyes and go even deeper asleep. Just enjoy yourself for the next few minutes."

"Yes, Sir." Steve replied calmly and carried out my instructions.

I looked at the clock. Only 9:30 PM. "Well," I thought to myself. "Looks like I've got some decisions to make. Steve's not kidding about all of this. What have I gotten myself into now? And more importantly, what do I do about it?"

Chapter 4 Decisions, decisions.

I knew I had some time to try and think about all this. About what had happened, and what to do about it. One thing I was certain of though, Steve was my slave....by his choice not mine. All I could do was send him away....and break his heart, and probably screw up his life in the process. All those masters in the hypnosis stories I'd ever read on the world wide web, never seemed to have problems like this. Of course that was fantasy, and this was reality, and a fat lot of good these thoughts were doing me.

I looked at the clock, 9:45 PM. Great, just great. Fifteen minutes had gone by and I was no nearer to a solution. My thoughts were running around in circles and going nowhere fast. "Okay, bright boy" I thought to myself. "Stick with what you know works. Treat this like any other hypnosis session where the guy says he wants to be your slave. Maybe that will work.." I had encountered a couple of guys, good looking ones too, who turned out to have a 'need' to be dominated and enslaved. Literally. I won't tell you what they wanted to do, though. Let's just say it went WAY beyond the line with me. I broke off all contact with them, and removed all post-hypnotic suggestions from them, with one exception. I told them they could never contact me, until I gave them express permission. Well, here goes.

"Steve," I asked. "Are you in the closet? And do you want to stay there?"

"Yes, Sir." He replied in that sexy baritone voice. "I might lose my job and friends on the force if I don't stay in the closet, Sir."

Well, this was better than I hoped. I had some room to maneuver now.

"Steve," I told him. "I am in the closet too. And like you I have to stay there. So, our relationships both gay, and master and slave, must stay in the closet too. The only time you may acknowledge that you are my slave, that I am your master, and that I am gay and that you are gay, is when we are alone and I hypnotize you. Understood?"

"Yes, Sir. Of course, Sir. I must protect you from harm, Sir." Steve replied.

"Steve, as for your other gay relationships, that is for you to work out. You, not I, must decide if you wish to continue them. If you do NOT, then you must break them off without arising any suspicion. Understood?"

"Yes, Sir." Steve answered immediately. "It is not a problem, Sir. I don't have a boyfriend, steady or otherwise, Sir."

"Looks like there are more surprises in store yet, this evening," I thought to myself. "I don't know how much more of this I can take." I sighed softly to myself.

"Good to hear that, Steve," I replied. "Now when you are not hypnotized by me, we are just casual friends who know each other through Phil. Sometimes you might come over for a normal hypnosis session to relive your stress, if you ever feel like it. Other times, I may want you to come over for other reasons. However, I will always check with you if this is a good time or not, before I hypnotize you...even if it is over the phone. Do you understand all this?"

"Yes, Sir," replied Steve. "It is very kind of you to look out for me like this, Sir. Thank you, Sir."

"One last thing, Steve," I said to him. "Your professional and private life remains unchanged in spite of this new relationship of ours. You and I will fit in time for ourselves around our normal lives. It may not be easy, but we will manage to do it because nether one of us wants to be discovered, do we?"

"NO, SIR!" Steve barked out. "I will be very careful, Sir. I do not want to harm or hurt you, Sir. I love you, Sir."

"Steve, you don't remember what happens at all when I hypnotize you, do you?" I asked him.

"No, Sir. I do not, Sir."

"And for your sake and for mine, it is going to stay that way," I told him. "You only remember in hypnosis what I tell you to remember. Whatever that is, plus the trigger phrase."

"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir."

A part of me cried that Steve would not remember his love for me except when I hypnotized him, but I knew it was for the best. Until I knew more about my abilities, it was best to keep things simple. But that didn't mean I couldn't still have some fun tonight. I looked at the clock. 10:00 PM. Good. Still enough time for a bit of fun.

I counted him out.

"Hi, Paul," he said. Then noticed he was lying on the sofa. "What the heck am I doing here? The last thing I remember was sitting on the sofa, in handcuffs. You put me back under, didn't you? You must have, I feel great."

"Yup." I replied. "You got it on the first try."

"Well", he said after looking at the wall clock., and sitting up on the sofa. "I guess I should be going soon. But we still have a little time if you want to talk for a while, say a half hour or so."

"Actually, Steve," I replied. "I was thinking of having some harmless fun with you, while I have the chance. You're such a natural and deep subject."

"Well, I don't know, Paul," Steve said looking at me square in the eyes, and smilling that killer smile of his. "You and I both know that I won't do anything I don't want to. So, I'm afraid a strip tease is out of the question," he laughed.

"Why don't we discuss that after you write me up a ticket for hypnotizing a cop, Steve?" I asked with a wicked grin on my face and wink of my eye.

Steve's eyes blinked three or four times, then closed, his head nodded forward, and he sighed as he started to smile. I think he was looking forward to some fun as much as I was.

Chapter 5 Time for Some Fun.

There were so many possibilities, that I wasn't sure where to begin. True, sex was out of the question, but that didn't mean I couldn't have him jack off for me, and give him the pleasure of an orgasm. Damn it! I was getting close to one myself as I thought about it. Best to start slow and easy, though, and relish the moments.

"Steve, open your eyes and stand up." I said.

"Yes, Sir." He replied as his eyes popped open and he stood up, in a fluid motion.

"Steve, When I tell you to, I want you to put on your hat, put your badge back on, and then I want you to do a police 'pat search' of me for any objects. While you are doing that, you'll find that it turns you on just a bit, and that you'd like to have me do that to you, when you are done doing me."

"Yes, Sir. I like that idea, Sir." He replied with shining eyes, looking at me.

"Let's start then, Steve." I said with a wink of my eye.

"Oh, yes, Sir!" Steve replied joyously. As he bent over and picked up his hat from the floor where it had fallen earlier, and put it on. (My cock saluted him.) He picked up his badge from the coffee table and replaced it on his uniform, then he reached over and grabbed my arm hard and pulled me (with little resistance, if any, I might add) over to the wall where he made me 'assume the position', that suspects always assume on police shows; facing the wall with my arms up and over my head.

He started with my right foot and gently but firmly moved his hands over and across my foot feeling every inch of it and patting it to see if there was anything concealed. I couldn't really see what he was doing, but I could sure feel it. I tried not to tremble when I thought of him searching my crotch. My breath was starting to come fast now. Steve was methodical, and efficient, as his searched first my right foot and leg up to the knee, and then searched my left foot and leg up to the knee. His hands were strong but very gentle as if he were afraid he would bruise me. Still his touch was warm and wonderful....all that I had ever dreamed it might be....and I still had my clothes on! He continued to search up my left leg to just below my crotch, and then switched over to the right leg and did it. The anticipation of him reaching forward and grabbing my now hard and throbbing cock, was sending waves of pleasure into my brain.

I was surprised then, when he suddenly put his hands on my head, and started to search there. In the same quick and methodical way he searched my head, arms, shoulders neck and chest, leaving only my butt and pelvic areas alone. For a second, I was not sure exactly what he was doing, until I realized that he was saving the best part of the search for last.....and my cock throbbed even harder as I started to sway gently back and forth with anticipation.

Without any warning he suddenly grabbed my ass and started to run his hands all over it. He wasn't just searching for a concealed weapon, he was giving me a butt massage! He wasn't deaf, so I know he heard me as I began to moan with pleasure and call out softly to him, "More....more...don't stop." He gently increased the pressure and push on my ass, with each and every stroke of his hands. I surrendered myself to the coming climax as I called out to him, "Oh, God, YES!. Oh keep doing it, Steve! Oh, I'm so close!" All at once his right hand reached out and spun me around to face him. In a heartbeat his right hand was down on my rock hard and hot cock and stroking it and grabbing it as best he could without opening my fly, while his left hand continued to massage my right buttock. This was every fantasy I'd ever had about a hunk cop, coming real at one time. I gave myself over to it, willingly and totally. I came. With the force of a thousand denied dreams, I came, and the ecstasy eclipsed everything. The hot liquid fire erupted into my shorts, as I threw myself forward at Steve. Effortlessly he caught my body as it suddenly sagged forward, and gently lowered me to the floor with all the care and compassion of a mother putting her baby down for a nap. I was totally drained.

I opened my eyes to find myself sitting in the chair by the sofa, with Steve watching me like a hawk, the concern and worry on his face only starting to fade as I smiled at him. "WOW!" I said. "What do you do for an encore?"

"Whatever you want, Sir," he replied, with obvious relief. He was sitting on the sofa next to me. "I was worried that I might have hurt you, Sir."

"No," I said, smiling at him easily now as my strength started to return. "It was such a rush and joy and so much more than I could have hoped for. I guess I shouldn't have skipped supper tonight." I looked at him sitting there beside me and my hands and arms ached to caress that body, but I was just too damn tired. Still there was one more thing that I did have the energy for, and after looking at the wall clock, I knew there was still enough time for it.

"Steve," I said as I looked at his handsome face. "I'm sorry but I'm too tired to do the police 'pat search' of you that I mentioned. So I'd like you to do something for me, instead. Strip for me. Give me the best male stripper show in the world. Do your best to turn me on, and to show off that incredible body of yours to me. And as you remove each piece of clothing, you'll get more and more turned on. Once you're dancing naked in front of me, Steve, you'll start to stroke your long hard hot cock. As you do, you'll get closer and closer to an orgasm, and when you do cum, Steve, you'll hold your cock against your stomach and cum all over yourself. The pleasure will be incredible."

"Right away, Sir!" Steve replied as he frantically scrambled off the sofa to go and stand a few feet in front of me and await my signal to begin. I nodded my head and smiled at him.

I suppose that if there had been some music playing on the stereo, the show would have been even better, but frankly, I doubt it. Steve slowly started to sway his hips as he made eye contact with me and smiled that killer smile of his again. The motion was gentle and regular as he slowly started to walk around in front of me and show off his uniform, in a coy and almost teasing manner, spinning around every now and then so that I could see all of him. Standing right beside me, he slowly lowered himself into a swat, and sensuously ran the fingers of his right hand down the red stripe on the seam of his pants, all the way to the cuff. Then he surged up and turned his back to me, and started to gyrate his hips as he raised his arms to clasp his hands behind his head. He thrust his head back suddenly, and his hat came flying off to land in my lap.

Suddenly he turned around and kicked off his left shoe, quickly followed by his right shoe, in my general direction. His hands traced a slow and sensuous path from his neck and down his chest to his waist where they met at the buckle of his gun belt. As his lips were blowing kisses to me, his fingers undid the clasp and he wiggled his butt until the belt dropped to the carpeted floor with a soft thump. He dropped to the floor and rolled onto his left side, facing me. Looking straight at me he slowly brought his right foot to his left knee making sure to keep his legs spread wide so I could see the hard on that he was starting to develop. His hands walked down that heavenly chest of his, down past his waist, and did a brief walk on his now harder cock. He proceed to remove his right sock, pulling it off slowly while smiling that killer smile at me yet again. The left sock quickly followed, except that Steve rolled over onto his right side first with his back to me, while he slowly brought his left foot up to his right knee, which afforded me a wonderful view of his uniform pants tightly caressing his butt. (The man had imagination, you had to admit that.)

Pushing himself easily off the floor now, Steve, moved in front of me again and turned to face me. His hands moved to his tie bar and effortlessly undid it. He stroked his tie a few times holding it out away from his body, and letting it fall back against his wonderful chest. Slowly his hands traveled upward towards the knot. When they arrived there, Steve gently pulled his tie down in a sensuous, smooth and fluid motion until there was just enough room for him to reach up and undo the collar of his shirt. Glancing back at me, he reached up, pulled his tie out from under his shirt collar, and then pulled the tie down until it was no longer knotted. I didn't think it was possible to be so turned on by watching a good looking guy undo his tie. Boy, was I wrong. My jeans were getting just a bit uncomfortable, but I was too engrossed in the show to really pay much attention to them. Steve moved over to one end of the living room, and looked around as if checking to see exactly where all the furniture was. "What is he up to?" I wondered to myself. He adjusted his tie again, making sure that it wasn't caught up on any other part of his uniform. Then with just the briefest grin at me, he did a cartwheel right in front of me, and his tie fell to the floor near my feet. I was amazed to say the least. He was putting on one hell of a show, and he hadn't even undone his pants yet! Walking slowly back from where his cartwheel had left him, his hands moved slowly but deliberately towards the topmost button of his light blue police shirt, the one below the collar button, and I stopped breathing as he slowly undid the rest of the buttons on his shirt, right down to his waist. Like something out of a Superman movie, Steve pulled open his shirt to reveal a white cotton T-shirt underneath. With a graceful and fluid motion, Steve pulled his shirt out from within his pants and slowly slipped it off his chest, and let it slide down his body to the carpet. He then proceeded to strut around the room for a few minutes being sure that I got a good view of every side of him. His hands were moving slowly across his body as he walked around, from his chest down to his mountain of a cock and from there to his beautiful bubble butt. The motion was continuous and completely natural. He looked as if he was enjoying himself immensely, almost as if he were caressing himself. In fact, I am sure that is exactly what he was doing.