"Actually, I was wondering about the shirt that you are wearing," I said to him as I looked him over a bit more. "Do you have it in stock?"
"I am afraid not, sir," he said, sadly. "We expect a shipment sometime in the next few weeks, but right now we are out of this particular shirt. I could reserve a shirt like this for you, if you like, though."
"Thank you, but I think I will pass on that offer," I said to him, with a warm smile on my face. He nodded at me and continued to smile as he turned around and walked back to the counter. I got a very good look at his butt in those snug fitting jeans, and was not at all disappointed. His wallet was nestled in his right hip pocket and provided an attractive bulge as his hips subtly swayed back and forth as he walked. I turned back around to look at more of the shirts. Well, not immediately.
There didn't seem to be much of interest in the racks on the floor, so I decided to try my luck among the wall racks. I did find a few shirts that caught my eye, but they were not in my size, as ill luck would have it. I continued my search and hoped that I'd find something somewhere. I was so engrossed in what I was doing that I wasn't really paying any attention to where I was or to anyone around me. I backed away from one of the wall racks and bumped into someone behind me. I turned around to apologize, but the words remained stuck in my mouth as I looked up and my eyes met up with the most incredible pair of tawny eyes that I'd ever seen. They were a lovely hazel with flecks of gold in them, and I swear that those eyes seemed to glow as they looked at me.
"Excuse me," I muttered a half second later, barely able to speak, and with my gaze locked on one of the most handsome men I'd ever seen in my life. I felt like a small helpless bird hypnotized by a rattlesnake. Totally exposed and defenseless.
"Better watch where you're going there, little feller," said a deep sexy voice with a southern drawl that would have put John Michael Montgomery to shame. I swallowed, unable to speak further. All I could do was to stare helplessly at the man in front of me, and try to take in every detail of his appearance before he left.
He was very tall, well over six feet and since I didn't have a tape measure with me at the time, the best estimate I can give is about six feet three inches in height. (You want to know for sure, then go measure him yourself. I dare you!) His build. Well, let's see. He was only slightly on the muscular side, which suggested that he probably went to a gym somewhat regularly. He was well proportioned, and not overweight by any means. His weight seemed in proportion to his height. What would be about right? Two hundred and thirty, two hundred and forty? I really don't know, except that he wasn't at all fat. A simple white long sleeved cowboy shirt covered his chest and arms. The shirt was open at the neck and I could see just the uppermost top of the white undershirt that he wore beneath it. The shirt was tucked into a pair of tight fitting dark blue jeans. There was a brown belt in those jeans, drawn together at the front by a simple cowboy belt buckle with an eagle on it. The belt was totally unnecessary, at least in my opinion. There was no way those jeans were ever going to fall off that body! The man's waist looked to be maybe 32 inches, and his chest was an attractive 44 inches, and his hips were stuffed tightly, not skin tight but very close to that, into those jeans. I don't think that you could have inserted a bill of any denomination into the top of those jeans. A part of me wanted to try, though. On his feet were a pair of dark brown cowboy boots, that matched the brown belt he wore in those delicious jeans. I know that for a fact, because I was so flustered that I let my gaze drop to the floor for a second, before I looked back up at his face.
Those eyes! They belonged to a face that must have broken hearts from here to Dallas, Texas, and back again. Surely a lot of women's hearts and probably a hell of a lot of gay men's hearts too. He was easily in a different league from the store clerk. His eyes were only one small part of a wonderfully handsome face. No glasses impeded my view of those breathtaking eyes. They were separated by a firmly sloping nose that was the perfect size. Not too large and not too small. (How does one measure how well a nose fits a face, anyway? I have no idea, but this nose fit this face!) Between his nose and his upper lip was a full, almost bushy mustache. A warm smile graced that face of his, and showed off his even white teeth, framed by sensuous lips. They were not full or thick, nor were they thin and stretched, just average sized lips that would set off a mouth like his. (Boy, did they!) His face overall was lean, but not gaunt. His skin was smooth and slightly tanned suggesting that he was more the outdoors type than indoors. I did not notice any scars on his face or other markings. His ears were unremarkable, just the average size to fit his face, and I was pleased to note that he did not have any earrings in them. Don't ask me why but the sight of a guy wearing earrings is a turn off for me. I guess I'm just old fashioned. To top it off was a thick carpet of coppery bronze hair that was due for a trimming. His mustache, I noted was a few shades lighter in color than his hair.
He nodded his head at me slightly, and turned away from me to continue with whatever it was that I had inadvertently interrupted. He took a step backward, turned around and bent over to pick up his off-white straw cowboy hat that was now sitting on the floor next to his feet. Yes, you guessed it. I obtained a completely unexpected, unplanned and entrancing view of his butt. When he bent over, I thought for a minute I had died and gone to heaven! His jeans were now so snug, that skin tight would have been an understatement. I could not believe my good fortune to be in the right place at the right time. In all my years of hypnotizing guys I'd never been able to arrange something like this. Well, that is a lie. I had been able to arrange something like this, but because this was NOT an arranged event it was ten times more delightful, erotic and stimulating that anything I had yet encountered. Idly, the practical part of my mind noted that he did not carry his wallet in either of his hip pockets. Small wonder, though, as with those skin tight jeans I'd be surprised if he could have slipped a dime into either pocket and not caused a pocket seam to rip away!
He placed the cowboy hat on his head and headed off to look at some boots on the far wall. I was too dazed to really think straight for a minute or two, and just stood there like a star struck fan who's just met his idol. I shudder to think of what the expression on my face was. Thank goodness no one had a camera, and took a picture of me. I would have died from embarrassment. I finally pulled myself together and got to work.
I turned and started to slowly look through some shirts, but most of my attention was spend focusing and gathering together my mental powers. I carefully composed my thoughts and when I was ready, I broadcast a very power and clear compulsion field throughout the entire store. I made sure that I could feel the field pass right through every wall in the store, throughout the sales floor and even in the stockrooms out back. It was odd though, that I could see the layout of the store with my mind. It was almost as if I were flying above the store and looking down into it with x-ray vision. I could not see the people, but the layout was as clear as if I were looking at the blueprints for the building. I'd never been able to do that before. I filed that thought away to think about later, as I had a somewhat more interesting task at hand.
"Everything is normal. There is nothing unusual going on in this store." I sent out in wave after wave of mental energy. "All is as it should be. Nothing that happens here is noteworthy or of any importance. Everyone will continue to do what they came here to do, and will enjoy themselves." There, the safety net was in place and now I could start to find out a little bit more about that major league stud muffin, in skin tight jeans that had just walked away from me. I hurried after him, knowing that no one would pay me any mind.
Suddenly I stopped, and decided to try a different approach. I selected my target, as it were, and focused my gaze upon the back of his head. Making sure that there was a clear path between us, I sent out the command, "Turn around and walk straight ahead until you are told to stop." It was a simple command and yet it was also unusual. It was direct, and I had not actively taken control of that cowboy's mind. At least, not yet.
I smiled in anticipation as the cowboy suddenly froze in his tracks and turned around slowly. With surprise and bewilderment painted on his face he started to walk towards me. He moved with the same fluid grace as when he had walked away from me only moments before. I was both pleased and thrilled to see this handsome and comely man walking towards me, and having no idea as to why he was doing it.
"Stop!" I called out to him as he passed by me. He froze in his tracks again, and stood there like a statue. I thought about placing my hand on his forehead so that I could link with his mind and quickly implant my controls and suggestions, but then a better and somewhat naughtier idea popped into my head.
"Bend over and touch your toes. Remain that way until told otherwise," I said to him. "What? What is going on here? I...I don't understand," he cried out, his puzzlement and confusion growing. He bent over and touched his toes while continuing to speak, and panic started to color his tone. "Why am I doing this? Why can't I stop myself?" The edge of panic in his voice was starting to grow, and there wasn't really any need to cause him alarm or concern, so I placed both hands on his butt and reached out from my hands to link to his mind. (See, I told you it was a naughty idea. I didn't need to touch his butt. I just wanted to.) It took only a second or two for me to establish contact.
"Everything is fine. You are going down into a wonderfully deep state of hypnosis, where you don't have to worry about anything. I will take care of it all, and of you," I said in my most soothing mental tones. "Feeling better and better with each breath that you take and with each caress that I give your ass. Letting go and going deeper into this wonderful state is all that you can think of or desire." I gave those commands a few minutes to sink in before I spoke out loud to him.
"Tell me how you feel, and also your name," I said to him as my hands kept on moving around on that beautiful pair of killer buns before me.
"I feel good, and at ease. Kind of relaxed, and the blood is starting to rush to my head. My head is starting to pound," he replied in that same deep sexy southern accent as before. Then as almost an after thought he added quietly, "My name is Travis Taylor."
This was all very nice, but I couldn't leave him bent over like that much longer, as much as I might want to. I needed to find a focus that I could use to deepen Travis' trance. I looked around and finally spotted some string ties on display nearby. I took a few more seconds to do a mental scan of Travis' mind, and was able to confirm that he was not lying about how he was feeling or about his name. I also determined that he was heterosexual. Just my luck. A knockout of a guy, and he's straight. I could still have some fun and some enjoyment with him, though.
"Stand up, and go into a deep, relaxing, and restful hypnotic sleep Travis," I commanded him. He slowly stood up, and then his body relaxed as my commands took effect. His head dropped down to his chest and his arms hung loose and limp at his side. He let out a few soft sighs as he slipped down deeper, and a small smile touched his lips. I just watched him as he stood there. He was so enjoyable to look at that I was reluctant to have him move from that spot. My hands were still on his butt, and I could feel him swaying back and forth slightly as he stood there. I gave a great big squeeze on his buttocks, and whispered into his ear, "You like that don't you, Travis? You like having your buns squeezed like that. My touch on your body is magic. It turns you on more than anything you've ever known." Silently, I pushed those thoughts into his mind to reinforce them, but I did it gently, after all he was heterosexual and I did not want to upset him.
"Oh yes, yes I like that," he breathed. "Feels so good. Oh yes. I don't know why, but it does."
"So just enjoy it, Travis. Just enjoy yourself," I whispered into his ear. "Just do whatever you want, and let me know when your cock is hard. I think you will find that as you enjoy yourself more and more, you'll start to wiggle around just a tiny little bit, and maybe shudder or two might pass through your body. When you feel this happen, Travis, you'll moan out loud. All of these are signs that you are going down deeper into hypnosis, Travis. You are going down deeper and deeper into my power now. So deep that you can't resist even if you wanted to, and now you don't even want to." Boy, I was really laying it on thick, and overloading poor Travis' mind. But he would not suffer any mental harm or discomfort. I made sure to see to that. Travis would think that all of this was just a dream. A very intense dream that he'd had while falling asleep in the store.
"Oh....oh....oh...." He moaned out loud, and wiggled his body before me. "My cock is so hard. It's never felt this big before. My jeans are so tight. Oh I'm on fire! So hot! So hot! Oh squeeze me! Squeeze me more, please! Oh my ass is yours! Such a big cock! My ass is on fire! Your hands are so strong! Squeeze me! Squeeze me! SQUEEZE ME!" He wiggled around a bit more, and his hands fumbled towards the front of his jeans, and I guessed that he was probably rubbing his cock, at least from the outside of his jeans, but since he was turned away from me I couldn't be sure. He was starting to move around a bit too much for me to retain a solid grip on those sweet cheeks of his, so it was time to send him on his way. His reaction to my suggestions and commands was much stronger than I'd expected, especially as I'd barely used any mental force on him at all. He must have a very open and suggestible mind, either that or my powers were a lot stronger than ever before. I turned my attention back to Travis.
"To your left you will see a display of string and bolo ties. Walk over to the display and find a tie that catches your eye. You will find that the longer you look at the tie the more pleasurable it is. You will find yourself dropping down even deeper into hypnosis, Travis," I said to him, as I released my grip on his butt. Slowly he raised his head up and turned around. His eyes were wide open, and he had the dumbest look on his face that I had ever seen on any man. Travis looked at me for a second or two, smiling, and glanced around looking for display I had mentioned. He finally spotted it and his face became completely blank. His eyes widen slightly as he slowly raised his arms straight out in front of his body. Like some zombie from a Grade 'B" horror movie, Travis walked, more like lurched, over to the display and quickly focused his attention on a large bolo tie with an eagle on it. He sighed with contentment. He slowly lowered his arms back down to his sides and let them dangle limply. The dumb look on his face returned and he started to smile like some kind of love struck or love sick idiot. If his mind wasn't blank now, he was giving a really good impression of it. I can't tell you how happy it made me to see this big tall cowboy standing there like some empty headed, half-assed, wet behind the ears greenhorn, who'd never seen a bolo tie before. (Ah, yes, this is why I enjoy my powers so much. These quiet moments when I can savor in the sight of a good looking man slipping down slowly and gently into a very deep hypnotic trance. Becoming more submissive and obedient with each passing second. Heaven.) I left Travis like that for a few more minutes while I took a look around the store. Everything seemed normal, and the compulsion field was as strong as when I'd first set it up. No problems so far.
"Tell me how you feel right now Travis, and what you most want to do," I prompted him.
"I...feel...great So... comfortable... and... relaxed. Like... I'm... floating... on... a... cloud...," Travis replied slowly with a pause between each word. He spoke clearly, without any slurs or stutters. "I... just... want... to... keep...looking... at... the...bolo... and... to... go...deeper."
"Deeper into hypnosis, Travis?" I asked him.
"Yes...yes...deeper...into...hypnosis." he replied after a moments hesitation. "I... never... knew... hypnosis... could... be... like... this. It's... so... great."
"Travis, you believe everything I tell you. You trust me completely. You want to obey me more than anything else right now," I mentally commanded him. (You expected me to do otherwise? In your dreams!)
Travis blinked a few times as my suggestions took root in his mind, and then he let out a long deep sigh of satisfaction. His dumb expression faded and was replaced by a gentle smile. He said out loud in a clear and strong voice, "I will obey." He began to repeat the sentence over and over automatically. Each time that he said it, I noticed his smile got bigger and bigger. Soon he was smiling a huge smile and then he started to snicker. I was mildly surprised at that reaction, but hey if he's enjoying himself who am I to stop him. I had barely decided that when his snickering had turned to chuckling. The chucking got stronger and louder each time he said "I will obey." A few seconds later he was laughing. Travis started to laugh more and more loudly each time he said, "I will obey." His laughter got stronger and stronger with each passing moment. In less then a minute he was bent over double by the huge belly laughs that were wracking his frame, and still he managed to say "I will obey" over the laughter. . I was thrilled and enthralled at the sight of Travis bent over double in those wonderfully tight jeans of his. So much so that I had difficulty in thinking about anything but those killer buns of his only inches away from my hands. Travis was unable to remain standing and slowly sank to his knees as he continued to laugh and repeat that sentence. Watching him do that caused my own cock to become rock hard and I moaned out loud with joy, in spite of myself. Slowly he lowered himself down to his hands and knees and laughed all the harder still saying "I will obey." The doggie position! I bit my lip and tried to get my mind off of my throbbing cock and back onto Travis, which actually wasn't of much help since he was the cause of my throbbing cock in the first place. Travis started to wobble while groveling there on his hands and knees, speaking and laughing at the same time. Slowly he lowered himself down onto the carpeted floor with his hands by his sides and his legs stretched out behind him. His laughter didn't stop or even pause for a second. He rolled over on his back, knocking his cowboy hat off of his head, and continued to laugh, only now he was shouting out "I will obey" at the top of his lungs. In a few seconds he was rolling back and forth on the floor and continuing to laugh and shout. He was quite literally rolling on the floor laughing. I'd never seen anyone do that before. I could see tears in his eyes, and that prompted me to finally take action, in spite of the profound pleasure I was deriving from seeing this man so totally enjoy himself. (Okay, let me rephrase that statement. I was enjoying seeing this man roll around on the floor and show off his body in the process.) It made me wonder what the joke was. I'd find out soon enough.
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