The Coffee Shop Pt. 03

His eyes opened and he sat up. "What the hell?" He exclaimed. He looked over at me angry, upset and pissed off to say the least. In the back of his eyes, though, I could see a touch of fear and then he blushed bright red. His hands went do the front of his pants and his face became a mask of astonishment as he confirmed the sticky truth for himself. He had ejaculated inside his pants, at my command. His thoughts were in turmoil and he was confused, so I kept my mouth shut and let him work things out for himself. He swallowed several times as he became aware of the events of the last forty-five minutes.

"I'll erase the tape, if that is what you want," he said quietly as he sat there on the floor. There was no arrogance in his voice, no smugness. He had accepted the facts, and had decided not to resist any longer.

"Yes, you do that, doctor," I said to him. He looked up at me in surprise. He had not expected me to address him with any degree of respect. "Did you enjoy your orgasm?"

"Yes, but I don't understand how you accomplished it," he replied hesitantly. Clearly he was afraid of annoying me. "If I might ask, that wasn't ordinary hypnosis you used on me was it?"

"No, it wasn't," I agreed. "You will never know what it was, exactly. I will tell you, though, that this is exactly what I used on Officer Stokes earlier. Now you understand why it was so effective."

"Yes, I see that now," the doctor replied quietly. He looked at his watch. "Excuse me, Mr. Walton, but I do have to go and make rounds in about ten minutes."

"Go ahead, I'm not stopping you," I told him coldly. I knew what he was hinting at, but I wasn't going to make it easy for him.

He swallowed nervously, and started to tremble. He bit his bottom lip, and looked at me. I could see the fear growing in his eyes. The anger and dislike he had felt for me earlier had long since been replaced by the growing sense of helplessness and fear. I held my two fingers together as though I was about to snap them. Bernie scrambled to his knees in front of me and held his hands in a pray position in front of his chest. "Please, Mr. Walton, sir. Please don't make me pee my pants!" He begged. "Everyone would see, and know and I would never be able to regain any respect from the people I work with. And don't forget the patients. They would lose confidence and trust in me." His eyes were filled with tears and he was on the verge of sobbing as he knelt there shaking like a leaf in storm. "I know you can make me pee my pants, and I know I cannot stop you," he continued, now that he had my attention. "All I can do is to beg you not to do this, and to beg your forgiveness."

"Nothing else?" I asked him. "You not going to say something like you'll do whatever I say, if I don't make you pee your pants?"

"You already know that, sir," he said in a trembling voice. "I know that whenever you like you can hypnotize me and make me do what you want. It is easier to agree with what you say now, rather than try to resist. I can't win anyway, so it's better, and much easier, that I do as you say." Bernie dropped his head and sniffed back a few tears as he tried not to cry. He was a beaten man. At least that is how he appeared. I walked over in front of him and placed my hand on the top of his head. My mental probe encountered no resistance, and it took me only a heartbeat to confirm that Bernie was telling the truth. He was a beaten man, as far as I was concerned. He would never resist a waking suggestion from me. I sighed quietly. I had what I wanted, and it was enough.

"A pickle in my cowboy boots," I said out loud. Bernie let out a soft sigh, and his sniffles stopped as he returned to his hypnotic trance. His eyes closed easily and his head slumped down quickly. He swayed slightly as he knelt there in front of me. "The previous suggestion about peeing your pants is now removed from your mind Bernie," I said to him.

Bernie raised his head, opened his eyes and looked up at me. He reached out and grabbed my legs and hugged them for all he was worth. "Oh thank you, thank you, thank you, sir!" He called out to me.

"0...1....2...3....4...5 WIDE AWAKE!" I said to him, while he was still thanking me profusely.

Bernie let go of my legs, and slowly stood up in front of me. It took him a minute or so, but he finally looked me in the eye and said, "Thank you for that act of compassion and kindness, Mr. Walton. I know I did not deserve it. What happens now?"

I snapped my fingers and Bernie jumped. He didn't pee his pants, but he was very startled. "Just proving to you that I did what I said I did," I said to him. "As for the future, well, I may need your services some weekend as a chauffeur, but I will give you plenty of advanced warning," I continued. "Or I may want you to spend some money on me, in return which I will arrange for another orgasm like the one you just had."

"I see," he said quietly, as he mulled the ideas over in his mind. "That seems fair. I'm surprised that you are being so reasonable and considerate about this. You know that I wouldn't be, not if our situations were reversed." It wasn't a threat, merely a statement of fact, and I accepted it as such.

"That's one of the big differences between us, Doctor," I said. "A long time ago I learned that with great power there must also come great responsibility."

"I see," he said humbled by my words. Then his expression perked up for a moment. "Speaking of fair I believe I owe you this." He reached back, took out his wallet and opened it. He counted through the bills and then pulled out several of them. He replaced his wallet. He looked at me, and paused for a moment, concerned that I might misunderstand his gesture. "You provided me with a most incredible experience, and I would like to offer you something in return. However, I have no idea as to what you might enjoy so all I can offer you is a monetary consideration. I am not trying to bribe you or pay you off. I want to thank you for that mind boggling orgasm that you gave me, and this seems the simplest way." He held the bills out to me.

I looked down at the money he offered me, and thought about what he had just said, but I did not make any effort to take what he offered. He carefully reached out and grabbed my right hand with his left hand, turned my right hand palm up and pressed the money into my open palm. "Take it please, Mr. Walton," he implored me. "I owe you this for the pleasure and joy that you have given me."

"First tell me what you think of me now, Bernie," I said to him. "Tell me how you feel about me."

"I like what you did for me, and I enjoyed it tremendously," he replied, and then paused to think for a moment or two. "I do not know if I like you as a person, but I don't dislike you any longer. You had the opportunity to humiliate me, and you chose not to. I'll have to think about that for a while."

"Fine, you do that," I said to him. "Right now, I think there is something else you need to do."

"Oh yes, the tape," Bernie replied quickly. "I nearly forgot." He stood up, walked over to the VCR and inserted the tape. He rewound it for a few moments and then press the PLAY button, to find where the tape was positioned. It took Bernie only a couple of minutes to locate the start of the scene in Steven's hospital room. With the tape correctly positioned, he pressed the RECORD button, which started erasing that section of the tape. While he did that, I took the money in my palm and counted it. The total was seventy dollars. Not a lot true, but it was the thought that counts, and since this was a gesture made totally without my suggestion, I was in fact touched by it.

"This will take about thirty minutes, Mr. Walton, and I have to be going now," Bernie said to me as I watched the VCR as it erased the tape. "There is another tape in the security section of this wing of the hospital, which still contains a copy of the events that are being erased on this tape." Bernie looked a bit nervous as he told me this. I was pleased that he had volunteered this information, as it confirmed that he was openly accepting his subservient role to me. I already knew this, though, since I'd seen that fact clearly in his mind when I'd scanned him. It was the other reason why I'd scanned him in the first place. I needed to know if there were any other copies of the tape.

"Well, then, you and I will have to visit the security wing and get that tape," I said to him.

"But, my rounds?" he inquired.

"Will have to wait, Bernie," I said to him in a firm tone. "You will have to come up with some story to explain why you are late. I'm sure you'll think of something."

"Yes, Mr. Walton," Bernie said somewhat uneasily. "I'm so stupid!" He exclaimed suddenly, as his face lit up with an idea. "Let me make a quick phone call and we can be on our way." Bernie pounced on the phone and was punching numbers frantically, in his haste to make his call. I listened carefully, curious as to the solution that he had come up with.

"Hello, Harry? It's Bernie. Fine. How about you? That's great. Listen, I just came up with an idea for the intern rounds this afternoon. Yes, I know that they start in about five minutes. Just listen a second okay? How about we have the interns interview my patients without me being there? Afterwards we can have them compare notes with the patient history that I've already obtained from the patients, and see how well they did. Those want-to-be doctors have got to learn how to do this sooner or later. If I'm not there then I can't inadvertently give away any clues. What do you think? Well, yes, I know it is short notice, but it adds some reality to the situation don't you think? They are going to have to deal with all sorts of surprises, and I think this would be good practice for them. Yes, I've kept all the charts up to date. So you'll do it then? Great! I'll meet you and the interns in the staff lounge in about an hour, say. Fine see you then. Bye."

Bernie hung up the phone and looked at me. "I'm free to go now," he said.

I had to admit, it was a clever solution. I smiled at Bernie to show my approval. "A pickle in my cowboy boots," I said to him, with a smile on my face. Bernie's eyes snapped shut almost instantly, and his head sagged forward as he slipped back into his hypnotic trance. I walked over to stand next to him and waited a few moments.

Slowly a smile came to his lips and I heard him mutter, "Ready, sir."

"Going down even deeper, Bernie," I said to him as I pressed down on the top of his head. "You handled that problem very well, and as a reward, your cock is becoming rock hard right now, and a wonderful intense feeling of sexual pleasure and simulation is coursing through your body as I speak to you. You do not want or need to ejaculate. It is enough to be fully erect and to enjoy the sensation."

Even before I'd finished speaking Bernie had started to moan softly. I looked down and could see a distinct bulge in his pants, again. Slowly he lifted his head and opened his eyes. Like a man asleep he slowly turned his head to look for me, moaning all the while. Upon finding me, he moaned a few more time and then slowly spoke.

"Thank you, sir," he said thickly. "I feel so good. Oh it is so nice. I'm so hard. Oh..."

He had the vacant blissful look of someone who is thoroughly enjoying himself, but I could not let him stay like that for more than a few minutes. There was work to do.

"As I speak to you now," I said to him. "Your cock returns to normal, and the wonderful sensations fade way slowly. I know that you do not want them to go away, but they must, at least for now. " The blissful expression on Bernie's face faded slowly to be replaced by a small expression of sadness and disappointment. "Don't worry," I continued, trying to reassure him. "You'll feel this again sometime soon." With that he nodded his head and muttered a soft 'thank you' at me, then waited patiently (no pun intended) for my next instruction. "When I wake you up, Bernie, you will pay me what you think this session and all the others were worth." He blinked his eyes a few times, and then nodded his head. I counted him out.

"I guess we'd better head off to the security wing," Bernie said to me as he slowly came to full awareness. "First, though, I'd like to give you something." He slipped off his hospital coat, letting it fall to the floor. He turned so that his right side was facing me. His right hand came around and unbuttoned his back pocket, then slowly he pulled his wallet out, and to my surprise, he moaned out loud with delight. He turned back to face me while at the same time bringing his wallet to the front. He moaned out loud again, and his face broke into a huge grin as he looked at me and nodded his head a few more times. Before I realized what had happened, his hand darted into the now open wallet, snatched a bill from it and tucked it into the front of my jeans, right behind my belt buckle. Before I could do more than blink a few times, the action was repeated two more times, and with each repetition Bernie grinned at me and moaned out loud again.

"That's all I can afford right now, Mr. Walton," he said with just a light touch of disappointment in his voice. "I hope you have fun with it. Now I guess we'd better see to that tape, now." With that Bernie returned his wallet to the right hip pocket of his pants, and buttoned the flap closed. He turned around and bent over to pick up his discarded hospital coat, presenting me with a nice view of his butt in the process. I knew it was intentional, and silently thanked him for it. As he put on his coat I reached down and retrieved the three bills from my jeans. They were all fifty dollar bills. Not bad for only a few moments work on my part, and there wasn't even any sex this time. I wanted to dwell on this a bit more but Bernie was waiting at the door. He was right. We needed to get going. Pocketing the money for now, I quickly followed him out the door.

It took only about ten minutes to reach the security wing. Bernie was calm enough to all outward appearances, but I could see a hint of worry in the back of his eyes. On the way over he'd mentioned that although he might have access, there was no way he could sign me in, since guests were not allowed. Furthermore the guard would not allow the only other copy of that tape to be out of his sight, unless the tape borrowed by the doctor was returned first. I wasn't at all worried. There was only one guard on duty this time of the day, according to Bernie, which would make things easier.

The security area was unremarkable. There was a sturdy looking door, locked of course, with an 'authorized personnel' only sign on it. A few feet from the door, and half way up the wall, was a window approximately one meter (okay just over 3 feet) wide and tall. The glass looked thick and was probably bullet proof. I'm no expert though, so don't take my word on it. There was a small half moon hole at the bottom of the window to allow for small items to be slipped in and out. Seated at the counter behind this window was the security guard. He looked up and took notice of Bernie and me as we stood across the hall from the door. The guard went back to work, but continued to glance up and note our presence every minute or so. The sign of an alert guard. I looked around quickly and noticed a few people walking by, one of whom appeared to be a janitor of some type. They took notice of Bernie and me, which was not good. I had enough loose ends to tidy up. I didn't need more. I closed my eyes and set up a zone of compulsion to encompass the entire area. I filled the zone with a few simple commands. "Nothing out of the ordinary is happening here. There is nothing special going on. All is as it should be," I thought intensely. It took a couple of minutes for me to create the zone. These things are always a bit tricky. I waited for a good five minutes, silently reinforcing the zone, and building up its strength slowly, as I waited for it to take effect. I smiled with delight as I noticed the janitor continued on with his work, and no longer paid me or Bernie, any mind.

"What are you going to do about the guard?" Bernie asked me nervously. He was totally unaware of what was going on. "He's not going to let you inside, not even if I tell him to. I don't have that kind of authority."

"Nothing to worry about, Bernie," I said. "Watch and see what happens."

I turned my full attention back to the guard. Quickly I sent out a full force mental probe and was satisfied to feel it make contact with the guard's mind. There was no resistance at all. In fact, as I thought about it for a moment, I realized that making contact had never been this easy before. I had not imagined it. My powers were stronger, much stronger than they had ever been before. Contact was smooth and quick. "Look at the cowboy across the hall," I mentally commanded him. "Your eyes are being drawn to his eyes. The moment you make eye contact with the cowboy, nothing else will matter to you. Your mind will become blank and you will stand up." As I waited for the commands to take effect, I thought carefully about what the next sequence of commands should be. The guard raised his head and looked around searching. He noticed me, (I was the cowboy), and his eyes began searching for mine. I stared directly into his eyes and had the satisfaction of seeing his face go blank. Slowly he stood up, with his arms dangling by his sides.

"Come on," I said to Bernie, and walked over to stand next to the window by the security office, not taking my eyes off of the guard's the entire time. Bernie followed with great trepidation, but he followed.

I looked at the guard and thought quickly. "Come out here and stand beside me so we can talk." The guard's face remained blank, as he slowly turned towards the door and walked over to it. He moved like a sleepwalker, sluggishly and slowly, which was to be expected. Bernie's jaw dropped open as he watched the guard slowly open the door. The guard carefully closed the door and walked over to stand beside me, still gazing into my eyes and behaving more and more like a mindless zombie than a security guard. Bernie remained speechless, but he was watching very closely everything that happened.

"You feel good as you look into my eyes, and when you do you nod your head," I said to the guard. I would have preferred to have him repeat out loud everything I said to him, but time was of the essence. The zone of compulsion would not last forever. The guard nodded his head. "Everything I say is the truth, and you know it," I continued. "You can feel yourself slipping down into a wonderful secure state where there are no problems or worries or cares. A place where I will take care of everything and of you. All that you have to do, or want to do is to obey me. Each and every time that you do, you feel even better. The only thoughts that you have are to hear and obey me. So you repeat that phrase, 'hear and obey' fifteen times now, slowly and out loud. Each and every repetition making you feel even better, and causing you to look forward to doing whatever I tell you to do." (Okay, so I was indulging myself a bit by having the guard repeat the 'hear and obey' phrase. I wanted to experience the thrill of hearing him say it, and to feel the confirmation of my control over him. I figured I deserved a little treat for all the good work I had done today, what with helping out Steven, and dealing with Bernie. Besides, I knew that as long as I kept an eye on the compulsion field, and did not let it weaken too much it would last long enough.) I waited for the commands to take effect and for the guard to start speaking. In the meantime I took a good long look at him.

He wasn't wearing a uniform, surprisingly. He was dressed in a black single breasted jacket, unbuttoned, with a badge on the chest pocket. The badge was a simple black rectangle with the word 'security' on it and the name J. Turner below that. The rest of the outfit consisted of a white shirt and black tie, accompanied by medium gray pants with a plain black leather belt. I glanced down to see a pair of nondescript plain black shoes on his feet. A simple outfit. Unremarkable.