The Coffee Shop Pt. 02

I lightly licked his nipples, but only enough to have Phil moan once or twice, after all I didn't want to exhaust the man. The night was still young. I reached over and pulled the cuffs of his shirt open easily, and then pulled his shirt out of his jeans. I had to roll Phil onto his left side and then back to his right to get the shirt off of him, but it wasn't any trouble. I enjoyed doing it, since it gave me the opportunity to caress his butt, and to empty out all the pockets of his jeans. (I'd always wondered what it would be like to 'rob' my boss, and now I was finding out.) I even told Phil that I was going to keep everything I took out of his pockets. His only reply was that since he was already mine, I could do whatever I wanted with him and his belongings, since they were already mine too. How I loved to hear him say that, to declare to me how submissive he had become. If anything it made me even harder. Undoing his belt was easy, as was unbuttoning his jeans, and unzipping them. But, I had to have Phil remove his boots himself as I just could not get them off. Once he had done that, though, I had him stand up so that it would be easier for to me to peal those jeans off of him, and the still wet underwear beneath them.

There he stood in front of me, swaying just a bit. My former boss. Nude, submissive, docile and obedient. His cock had shrunk back to normal size, and as I looked at him, I could see it start to stir. Phil's face was calm and relaxed and he was smiling slightly, as he looked at me and waited.

"Phil, go into the bathroom, and clean yourself up, then go to the bedroom and lie down on the bed face down. Once you are in that position, you will go even deeper than you are now, and will be unable to move. Your muscles will still be very relaxed but you will find it impossible to move your body until I tell you otherwise. It will not concern you, but it will make you feel good, because you are obeying me. You will still be able to talk, of course, and you will be able to move your head."

"Yes, sir," was all Phil said as he turned around and started to carry out his instructions. Meanwhile I hurried to the bedroom and got ready. By the time Phil had placed himself on the bed, I was nude and had managed to place a condom on my own throbbing cock. I climbed on to the bed and I mounted Phil. I told him exactly what I was about to do, that I was going to fulfill every workers' dream of screwing the boss.

"I am yours, sir," Phil replied quietly. "It is only right that you should have a good time too. Will it hurt, sir?" There was a slight quiver in his voice. He almost sounded scared.

"Not really, Phil," I told him. "You will find it very enjoyable, since I'll be stimulating one of your erogenous zones. You'll get hard and probably shoot another load. It does not mean that you are gay, Phil, only that you've been excessively stimulated. I've wanted to fuck you for a very long time, Phil. Now that you are no longer going to be my boss, I can screw you without feeling guilty or causing any problems at work since we will be equals now, at least at work."

Phil moved his head slightly so that he was better able to talk. "You're gay aren't you sir? Then what does that make me? Are all gay men able to do this sir, to completely take control of another man? I never knew you were gay. What will happened to me after this, sir? Will I be gay too?" The quiver of fear in Phil's voice had quickly grown into a torrent of fear. He was actually shaking with it. The expression on his face had melted from joy to terror. If it had not been for my command that he was unable to move, I'm sure he would have been running from me at that instance. I knew I had to calm his fears or I wasn't going to enjoy this at all.

"Yes, Phil," I said to him. "I am gay. I have wanted you for a very long time. For me this is a dream come true. For you, it will be at least as good as sex with your wife. It will not change who and what you are, Phil. It won't turn you gay or anything like that. Phil, this act is just as intimate and special between two men as it is between a man and a woman. You have given so much of yourself to me over the years and been so obedient and willing that I finally want to give you something very special in return. Until now, it would not have been right, because you are my boss, but now that is no longer true. Do you understand? Now, I could force myself upon you now, and you'd be unable to resist, but I'm NOT going to do that. Phil, I'm giving you the choice and the chance to say 'no'. So what is your decision?"

Phil lay there quietly for a few moments and then spoke. "I'm sorry, sir, but I don't want you to do this to me. I'm not ready, sir." His face was a mask of fear, since he obviously thought that I wouldn't keep my word. I climbed down off of him, very reluctantly and then told him he was free to move. I sat on the edge of the bed with my back to him, and nursed my erection which wasn't getting any smaller. I was very disappointed, and a bit frustrated. I'd thought Phil was ready, but it turned out that he wasn't. It was at least a few minutes before I noticed the muffled sound of sobbing. I turned around to see Phil curled in a ball with his head under the pillow. He was crying, and his back and shoulders were shuddering occasionally. That got me soft, but not much. Even in such a fetal position, Phil was still a very sexy and attractive man.

"Phil, " I said to him as I touched him gently on the shoulder. "Please, tell me what's wrong."

"I've failed you, sir," Phil sobbed. "I couldn't bring myself to do what you wanted, what you deserved. All these times, all these years of pleasure that you've given me, and I couldn't even give you that same pleasure once. Not even once. I know that you'll never hypnotize me again. I'll never be able to serve you again, not after tonight. Not after this failure. I know that you can't even bear to look at me, sir."

"That's not quite true, Phil," I said to him. "Yes, it is true that I'm disappointed. I will get over it, though. Hopefully, in time you'll be ready to try this. Forcing you to do it now would not be nearly as wonderful as when you agree to it. I can wait, Phil. I will be hypnotizing you again. You do have a wonderful body you know." I waited.

Phil pulled his head from under the pillow, rolled over and looked at me. "Really? Really, sir?" He asked, blinking the tears out of his eyes and letting them roll down his cheeks. "You'll hypnotize me again sometime and let me serve you?" There was hope painted on his face as he nearly pleaded with me.

"Yes, Phil," I told him with a small smile and a wink. "I will be hypnotizing you again sometime." "Oh, thank you, sir!" Phil exclaimed and kissed me briefly on the cheek. "But isn't there anything I can do for you now, sir?" He asked me.

"Well, you could take off my condom, and stroke my cock until I shoot all over you, Phil," I said to him, looking him square in the eye. (No I was NOT sending him any commands, by the way.)

"Right away, sir," Phil said as he reached down and gently almost reverently, removed the condom from my semi erect cock. He quickly rolled on to his back and motioned me to straddle him. Once I had, he gently cradled my cock in both of his hands and hesitantly at first, but with growing confidence started to stroke it. It didn't take long for me to get hard once again. I slowly let my eyes close so that I could focus my attention solely on Phil's hands as he gently stroked my now fully erect and throbbing cock. His hands were warm, and wonderful as they caresses my throbbing and aching member. I gave myself over to the delight, and sighed a few times before I started to grunt and moan with pleasure. Slowly, oh so slowly I felt myself getting closer and closer to shooting.

"It's so big and hard, sir," Phil muttered. "It feels so hot, too."

I felt Phil shifting on the bed, so I pried my eyes open. Phil had moved down so that his chest was directly in front of my cock and he was moving it back and forth across his chest and mumbling something. that I could not quite hear. "What was that, Phil?" I asked him, thought it seemed to take a great deal of effort. My thoughts and feelings were centered on that hot rod of mine, and there was little room in my mind for anything else.

"I want you to paint my chest with your seed, sir," Phil replied. "I want to feel your hot seed spray all over my chest and to rub my fingers in it and spread it all over me. Mark me as yours sir, please." Phil continued to stroke and caress my cock., as I felt myself starting to dance on the edge of release.

With an animal cry of passion, the dam burst. I arched my back and shot my load all over Phil. My eyes were open and saw the white stream of my seed spray all over Phil's chest and stomach. It was like white lava, hot and moving slowly across his body. Phil's hands were encircling my cock and with each shudder of my body he would squeeze my still throbbing member, trying to milk me of every last drop. After all too short a time, it was over. I was finished and I rolled off to the side of Phil and collapsed. I was drained, but Lord did I feel good. I scarcely paid any attention to Phil's mutterings as I lay there and tried to get my strength back. It returned, but very slowly. So I just lay there and tried to get my breathing back under control. After about ten minutes or so, I guess, I finally was able to prop myself up one elbow and turn my head to look at Phil.

He was lying there, with his eyes closed and a gentle smile on his face. Both of his hands were moving across his chest and stomach playing with the remains of my cum that had not dried out. He was moving it around and muttering to himself, still. "How are you doing, Phil?" I croaked at him. My throat was very dry.

"Wonderful, sir," Phil replied dreamily. He opened his eyes and turned his head to look at me. "Did I do good, sir?" He asked me. "Are you okay, sir?"

"I'm fine, Phil," I assured him. "It was incredible and you did a fantastic job. I am very pleased with you. I'm sure we will be doing this again sometime. I think, though, that you need to clean yourself up and change into that suit you brought. Your cowboy clothes need to be washed before you leave here. Well, the jeans and your underwear for sure."

"The shirt too, sir", Phil said to me. "I got cum on it as well. Thank you so much for this, sir." Phil moved next to me and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, before he rolled away and off of the bed. I watched him as he headed off to the bathroom to clean up and change. I felt a brief touch of sadness that I had not explored that wonderful ass of his. Maybe next time.

I forced myself out of the bed and got dressed in my jeans and a casual shirt. I collected Phil's cum stained clothes from the living room and headed off to the laundry room with them. Once they were being taken care of in the washing machine, I headed back with Phil's belt to the kitchen for a cup of tea. I arrived in the kitchen to find that Phil was waiting for me there, with a hot cup of tea, and dressed in a wonderful dark brown two piece, two button, single breasted suit. There were vertical stripes in the suit but they were very subtle, so you could not really call it a pinstripe suite. In the breast pocket of the suit jacket was a burnt orange silk puff that matched the burnt orange tie that hung down in front of the light cream colored shirt that accompanied the outfit. All in all a most stunning and eye pleasing ensemble.

"Oh, good, you have my belt," Phil said to me. "I was wondering where that was." He reached over and plucked it from my hand as he handed me the cup of tea. He took off his jacket and hung it up on the chair beside him. He hummed happily to himself as he fed the belt through the loops of his pants. It was a bit hard at first as the belt was almost too wide to fit in the belt loops, but Phil managed to do it. My eyes drank in his appearance, without his jacket on. The shirt fit him very well, sung but not tight. The pants were the same. Wonderfully snug, but not anywhere as tight as those jeans had been. I put the cup of tea down on the kitchen table and walked over to Phil just as he was doing up the belt buckle.

"Go even deeper now, Phil, and just relax as you stand there," I said to him as I touched him on the forehead. His eyes closed, and he sighed with pleasure as his entire body relaxed while he stood there. I counted him out.

"Oh, hi," Phil said to me in a small voice, and blushed.

"Hi, yourself.," I said to him. "Have you enjoyed the evening so far?"

"That would be an understatement, Paul. It was wonderful, and I thank you for not pushing me beyond what I was ready for. You really are a very kind and understanding man, you know," Phil said to me. "But why did you bring me out? I really would liked to have stayed under. Are we finished for tonight?"

"No, we're not finished," I said to him. "I just wanted to be sure that you are okay with everything that has happened."

"Oh, I see, I guess," Phil replied in a slightly confused voice. "I never realized that you were gay, Paul, although the thought did cross my mind once or twice. Funny thing is, it doesn't seem to bother me in any way. I feel like I can trust you now more than ever before. Somehow I know that I'm safe with you."

"That you are, Phil, " I told him with sincerity. "But you are not quite out of hypnosis yet. In fact if you put on your jacket right now, you'll go back under and start to get hard."

"Really?" Phil asked. It was obvious that he didn't believe me. "You're bluffing I think, and I'm going to call your bluff." Phil said as he reached over and took his jacket off of the chair, and put it on. "I know that the trigger will put me back in hypnosis, but there is no way that putting on my jacket is going to......" Phil's eyes closed and his head rolled forward onto his chest as he returned to the state of hypnosis that he had left only a few minutes ago. I looked down at the front of his pants and I could see a growing bulge there.

"Just keep going down deeper with each breath you take, Phil," I said to him with a smile on my face. I just loved it as Phil stood there in a suit & tie, hypnotized and waiting to obey me. As much as I might like good looking guys in tight jeans, good looking guys in suits are my first passion.

"Yes, sir," Phil replied. "Feels so good to keep going deeper." I walked up and stood just behind Phil. I reached out and cupped his butt with my hands, and then gently pressed inward. Phil moaned and groaned. He was enjoying this, as was I. I stopped and went to get a clean dish towel from the kitchen drawer. I placed the towel on the kitchen table beside Phil, and went back to my kneading of his butt.

"You're getting harder and harder, aren't you, Phil?" I asked him.

"Oh yes, sir!" Phil exclaimed. "You're driving me crazy, whatever it is that you're doing, sir."

"When you are fully erect Phil, you'll wrap your cock in the dish towel on the table. You don't want to get any cum on your clothes this time," I instructed him.

"Yes, sir, when I'm erect," Phil gasped between groans. He gave himself over to the feeling of my hands on his butt. His pants were wonderfully smooth and warm to the touch. In less than two minutes Phil unzipped his pants, and pulled out his hard cock. He reached for the towel, and very quickly wrapped up his cock. He held the towel there around it. Slowly at first, he started to pump his hips as he became more and more enthralled with the sensations he was experiencing. The pumping became harder and more urgent as he started to build closer and closer to that sweet moment of release.

"Phil," I said softly in his ear. "You don't need my permission to cum this time. Just shoot when you have to, and when you do, you'll say whatever it is that you most want to say to me. Anything at all. Whatever it is that you most want to do or to be, that is what you will say." I looked forward to what Phil might say. I hoped it would be what I most wanted to hear. I kept massaging his butt and occasionally ran one of my hands down to his crotch and in between his legs. I knew how much that turned me on, and I suspected it would do the same for Phil.

"God that feels good!" Phil nearly screamed out. "Don't stop it, please, I beg you! Keep doing that! I'm so fucking close! I don't deserve this sir, but Christ I WANT IT!!!" I did not say anything. I just kept on caressing Phi's ass and his crotch. Moments later Phil cried out as he came, "I'M YOURS SIR! TOTALLY AND COMPLETELY YOURS!!! YOUR SLAVE!!! I OBEY YOU SIR!!!" As he continued to shoot Phil kept repeating 'your slave' over and over until at last he was finished. As his body started to relax and become limp he continued to mutter 'your slave' as he stood there smiling and swaying a bit. As for me, I was smiling too. Phil had said what I'd hoped he'd say, and without me having to give him a command. Okay, so maybe I hinted a little, but Phil took it from there.

"Clean yourself up, Phil," I instructed him. "Then go and sit down in the living room and tell me who you are."

"Yes, sir," Phil replied with a yawn. It appeared that he was getting just a bit worn out by all this. I waited for him in the living room, while he attended to matters in the kitchen. Phil sat down on the sofa next to me a few minutes later, turned to look me in the eye and said, "I am your slave, sir. I do anything and everything that you tell me without question or concern, in the hope that it will please you sir, so that you will let me cum."

"But only when I hypnotize you, Phil," I cautioned him.

"Yes sir, only when you hypnotize me, sir," Phil quickly agreed. "If I may say sir, I hope you will hypnotize me a lot, but I will never ask you sir. No matter how much I might wish it, I will leave the choice of where and when up to you, as always, sir." Phil smiled at me and sat there on the couch with his hands in his lap patiently awaiting my next command.

"Well, Phil," I said to him. "It's going to be at least an hour until your clothes are done and you can change out of that suit and head home. So, in the meantime how about you make me a cup of tea while I sit back and watch a movie?"

"Yes, sir, of course," Phil replied as he stood up and headed to the kitchen. "Is there anything else you wish, sir?" He looked at me eagerly, hoping that there might be something, some small thing that he could do for me.

"Well, I've never had a foot massage....." I hinted.

"Then I'll give you one, sir, as soon as the movie starts and you have your tea," Phil beamed at me. He was so happy to be able to do something for me, that I almost felt a twinge of guilt about using him like this. Well, as long as I didn't push him beyond anything he was comfortable with, I guess it was okay. It was difficult for me to tell which I enjoyed more, the massage, or the sight of Phil dressed in a suit giving me a massage. In either case, I was pleasantly stimulated for the next little while as the movie began.

So, for the next couple of hours I had my ex-boss hopping to every snap of my fingers (and I do mean that literally), as he willingly and obediently served me. Once Phil's western clothes were dry I had him change back, and then woke him up. He remembered every detail of the evening and thanked me for it profusely before he left for home. His only regret was that the evening had to come to a close. I agreed with him completely. We both knew, though, that there would be more evenings in store for us.

Chapter 5. New Job, New Face

The new job was kind of tough at first, but thanks to a few helpful suggestions from Phil, I was able to get to know my new subordinates and what they were like. It took a few weeks, but slowly I started to earn the respect and trust of my subordinates. I should mention that Doug and I did get together once during those weeks, and I would have liked more, but I didn't want to push him. Each time he let me 'ride him' as he put it, he was more responsive and loving than before. He was slowly coming around to the idea of screwing me, but I knew it would take more time. I just had to be patient.