The Coffee Shop Pt. 03

"Stop laughing, Travis! Stop repeating that sentence!" I barked out at him to be sure he heard me. Too much of anything, even laughter, isn't good for you after all. "Just relax and go even deeper into hypnosis. When you are calm and relaxed and centered once again, you can tell me in a calm clear voice what you found so funny, and why you kept repeating that sentence."

Travis' laughter subsided and he lay there on his back on the carpeted floor, letting himself calm down. It took about a minute for him to finally stop laughing, and catch his breath. All that was left of his laughing fit was a smirk of a smile on his face as he lay there on his back, on the carpeted floor, his eyes closed and his body completely limp and relaxed. Well not entirely completely limp. He was still sporting a powerful erection in his jeans, which did not seem to have soften at all during his laughing fit.

"It's just so damn ironic," Travis said after about another minute. "I just couldn't help from laughing. For years, I've been using my good looks and charms to get people, women especially, to do what I want and to get what I want. I saw how you looked at me, and I was going to try and charm you out of a few bucks. I would have succeeded too. I'm pretty good at it. Gay or straight doesn't matter to me, I can charm them all. Now, in only a couple of minutes you've got me twisted around your little finger! I can hardly believe it! All that I want to do is to obey you!"

"What exactly do you mean, Travis?" I asked him although I knew perfectly well what he meant.

"Can't you tell?" He asked in response, lying there smiling in delight, and slowly opened his eyes. He looked up at me with those exquisite tawny eyes that I'd fallen in love with and continued speaking. "You say 'jump' and I say 'how high'. The only thing in the world that is important to me right now, is obeying you. I don't exactly know why, but I know that I don't care. Whatever you want me to do, I'll do it. Willingly and completely. You want my bank card and access number, I'll give them to you right now. You want me to take off all my clothes and run naked down the middle of the street yelling something obscene, just tell me the words and I'll hop right to it."

I was stunned. It appeared that my commands had been a bit more effective than I had anticipated. Travis was very deeply under and was surrendering totally to me. I'd never been THIS successful with a subject before, well at least not THIS quickly. I'd barely made use of my super-hypnosis powers, and Travis was responding as if I'd spent five or ten minutes of intense effort inserting my commands into his mind. Talk about an unexpected bonus. I decided to continue with my original plans for Travis, and then see how things went.

"Looks to me like you've got a rather big problem there in your jeans," I said to him in obvious reference to the tremendous erection he was blessed with.

"Yeah, great isn't it?" He agreed and grinned happily. "Listen, would you mind fondling my ass a bit more? I really like it, when you do that. I'll pay you for it. Here let me make it easier for you." With that Travis sat up. He looked around and then winked at me with a wolfish grin. Quickly he scrambled up until he was on his hands and knees, turned around and pointed his butt directly at me. Slowly he spread his legs out just a little bit, and lowered his head until his forehead was touching the carpet.. He turned his head to look back at me, and grinned what could only be called a killer smile. He remained in that submissive position patiently awaiting my pleasure.

I walked over to where he was and knelt down beside him, keeping my hands by my sides, with a great deal of difficulty I might add. I was more than willing to accept the generous offer than he was making to me, but I wanted to be sure of one or two things first. "So you're gay, then Travis," I said to him.

"Hell, no!" He shot back at me, a tiny bit of anger coloring his tone . "I like women not men."

"So why do you want a guy to fondle your butt then, Travis? And in public no less?" I asked him point blank.

"I only like it when you fondle my butt," Travis said after a moments thought. "You told me that I'd enjoy that, and I do. I believe what you tell me, you know, and you told me that I'd enjoy having you fondle my butt. Now, would you please get started? I...I want this very badly. And as for being seen in public doing this, who gives a shit?"

"And you don't even know my name," I said to him as I smiled at him anticipating the granting of his request.

"Yeah, that's right," Travis agreed. He looked at me and shook his head and chuckled. "I have no idea who you are at all, but more than anything else right now I want to feel your hands on my butt. Please, will you start now?"

The last question had more than a whist of pleading in it. Travis wanted this very badly, but he wasn't quite ready to beg for it. That didn't really matter to me. It wasn't necessary to have him beg for it in a completely humiliating fashion. He'd done enough.

"Travis," I said to him as I placed both hands firmly on his buttocks, one on each cheek as it were. "I know this feels good, and it gets you harder and harder and harder, but no matter how hard you get, you cannot cum until I tell to you. You don't want to have an accident or anything like that, so you have to wait until I let you cum. I will caress your butt for about 10 minutes, Travis. When I am done, you will get up and try to walk to the nearest bench so that you can sit down and do whatever you like, except cum." I had spotted a few benches in the boots section of the store, and while they were not very comfortable looking, they would be better for Travis than lying on the floor.

Travis moaned out loud at the first touch of my hands on his backside. As I drew my hands in big slow circles around his butt cheeks, Travis continued his moaning. He nodded his head in silent agreement as he listened to my words. I stopped moving my hands for a few seconds.

"Yes," he gulped. "I understand. I cannot cum until you tell me that I can. When you are done, I get to go and sit down and do whatever I want, except cum."

Satisfied with his verbal acknowledgment of my instructions I resumed my caress of his butt. I slipped my hands in between his legs, and he literally howled with delight. I ran my hands over the throbbing hot mound that was his cock, and he barked and panted with joy. I didn't have to say a word. Travis responded to my simulations like a pro. (A pro what I'm not saying.) I squeezed those firm, hard sexy killer buns that were in front of me, for all I was worth. I didn't try to hurt Travis, but I made sure that he knew I was there. Firm, hard, tight killer buns, encased in wonderfully tight denim. My fingers were in heaven as they traveled across and around those two denim encased hemispheres of firm, hard, flesh. I tried to probe a finger in between those two butt cheeks, but those jeans were just too tight to permit more than a slight indentation. I made due by running my hands in between Travis' legs and over his crotch. Travis shuddered with joy each time my hand slipped in between his legs.

"Oh YES! SQUEEZE ME! SQUEEZE ME MORE!" Travis cried out each time I grabbed a handful of his ass and closed my hand around it. This was so satisfying, and hearing him ask for more of it was almost as enjoyable as the feel of my hands on his ass. I wasn't in heaven, but I was having a LOT of fun. If I had been more daring and less inhibited I would have rammed my face and nose between those butt cheeks of his and nipped him a few times. Not enough to cause bleeding, but enough to get a good mouthful of denim, and give him a good licking as it were.

In only a heartbeat the ten minutes were up, it seemed, and true to my word I had to stop groping Travis. "The ten minutes are up, Travis," I said to him with sincere regret in my voice. I slowly stood up and waited for him to stand up as well.

"Yes, I know," he said sadly and slowly staggered to his feet. He blinked a few times, and rubbed his aching cock (well it had to be aching by now), looking around a bit. He spotted his hat lying on the floor and bent over to pick it up, presenting me with a wonderful profile view of his butt. Travis plopped his hat back on his head, and looked around for a bench. He saw one and slowly walked over to it. His movements were slow and careful. He was a bit sweaty, but he didn't seem at all tired. If anything his eyes were bright with joy and anticipation. (The Energizer Bunny should have his stamina!) He was about halfway when he suddenly stopped walking and leaned up against a chest high shelving unit that was packed full of jeans. He slowly turned around until his back was against the cabinet and stood there with an expression of bliss on his face. Concerned I hurried over to him to find out what the matter was.

"I can't wait," he said answering the unasked question. "I can't stand waiting any longer." His eyes became unfocused as he slowly slide down the cabinet, knocking his hat off his head in the process and exposing that lovely thatch of coppery bronze hair of his. It was actually kind of sexy to see him slowly sliding down to the floor until he sat there on those killer buns with his hands and arms hanging limply by his side and his legs tightly held together while still curled up in front of him. "Now. Yes, now." Travis said hoarsely, but he wasn't paying attention to anyone. He was talking more to himself. Slowly his legs moved apart ,until they formed about a ninety degree angle. (Hey, I didn't have a protractor with me at the time so I'm guessing here.) I was presented with an outstanding view of his crotch in all its glory, and that huge throbbing mound that was his cock still trapped inside those jeans. The material look stretched so tight I though for sure the seams would burst. They had to be defying some law of physics to hold together like that. I licked my lips without quite realizing it. While I had just recently been exploring that beautiful countryside with my fingers only moments ago, this was the first time I'd actually seen it with my eyes. Fingers can tell you a lot, but so can your eyes.

Those long lovely legs of his started to stretch out as Travis became more and more relaxed. He slumped down a bit and sighed few more times, as he wiggled around in a vain attempt to find a more comfortable position. If it were not for the fact that he was moaning in obvious joy, and that I knew better, I would almost have thought he was drunk or had been knocked out by someone, and had collapsed here. He looked exactly like one of those cowboys you see in the movies after the fight scene, where everyone is either drunk or knocked out.

His hands moved towards the front of his jeans, and he started to slowly unzip that bulging fly of his. He worked zipper open slowly and carefully, as if he were uncovering his pride and joy and did not want to scratch it. From the grin of relief on his face, this was probably not too far from the truth. Slowly, carefully and with great patience he worked that monster of his out of its confining cave. It sprang forth with a vengeance, as Travis let go a loud groan of relief. I gulped in surprise as I realized that he wasn't wearing any underwear! My tongue would have been closer to that ass of his than I would have realized! His cock was a monster! It was long and hard and thick, and I swear I saw steam rising up from it. It swayed back and forth like some kind of huge pink one eyed snake looking for something to strike. It throbbed and seemed to become longer and stiffer the more I watched it. It was mesmerizing.

I forced myself to look up at Travis' face and see how he was doing. That wonderfully dumb and idiotic expression was plastered on his face once more, and he was lost in his own world once again. He let out a long low moan and slide down a bit more. Smoothly and tenderly his hands cradled that monster of his and he slowly started to stroke himself. I was just a bit surprised. I didn't think he would do something like that in public!

"Travis, what are you doing?" I asked him quietly. "Trying to masturbate and keep myself hard until you let me cum," he said forthrightly. "It's never felt this good before, though." He said with a brief smile on his face.

"Uhm...you do realized that you are playing with yourself in public, right in front of everyone, don't you?" I asked.

"So what?" He answered back. "If a cop comes by and hassles me I'll give him the blow job of the century and he'll leave me alone." Travis nodded his head in silent agreement with himself and continued playing 'Name That Tune" on that massive organ if his. He wasn't worried about anything. I wasn't surprised. Considering where his current attention was focused, a fire alarm going off next to his ear wouldn't have made any impression on him.

His candor was refreshing, as was his honesty, but I think the logic of his statement left a little something to be desired. Fortunately, the compulsion field I set up was still in effect (and still full strength I was a bit surprised to note), and would prevent such a possible scenario. Still Travis was suffering in a way. He might be able to keep himself hard, but he would never get relief that way. I had to give him relief. There were several options open to me, and I carefully considered all of them. (1) I could handle him personally, a very attractive option. I already had a hypnosis session booked tonight, with Jay Turner the young and sexy security guard from the hospital, though. It could wind up being intense, and I was not as young as I used to be. Besides, I didn't want to spoil my dinner. Regretfully, I had to pass on option one. (2) I could have him put that monster back inside his jeans and cum. He would be embarrassed by having to go home with obviously wet jeans that everyone could see. Not fair to him, and completely unnecessary. I wasn't trying to teach Travis a lesson and he had never harmed me. Well, this eliminated option two. (3) He could cum all over his clothes and then lick it up before it got them more than damp. I liked the idea, because it was something that most men wouldn't normally do, and it was a great way of demonstrating, at least to myself, my control over Travis. It was better than option two, but not really practical. No one can lick up semen THAT quickly. To be honest, it was also unnecessary. So option three was out. (4) I could send Travis to the washroom and have him cum inside the toilet in one of the stalls. He could sit there and push his cock down so that it squirted inside the bowel. Practical. Humane. Compassionate. It was also the absolutely least attractive and fun option, but I knew that if I couldn't think up anything else I would be obligated to use this option. (5) Have someone, preferably a good looking, sexy, gay man, give Travis a blow job. Now this option had distinct possibilities, if I could set it up. I looked at Travis and scanned his mind looking for one particular bit of information. I found it a half a heartbeat later and I smiled. Travis was HIV negative and had been having himself tested regularly for the past three years. It looked as if he had a brain of some type underneath that cowboy hat. Funny thing though, I had not needed to touch his body to obtain that information, this time. Previously I'd found it necessary to have physical contact with a subject to find out any personal information like that. I shrugged it out of my mind and gleefully turned my attention back to the task at hand.

Concentrating carefully, I created a very specific addendum to my compulsion field, to be sure the right sort of gay man responded. "Only good looking gay men will respond to this message. There is a handsome cowboy sitting down leaning against a cabinet with a huge erection. He requires help to be able to achieve his orgasm. All those gay men wishing to perform this service will report to the boots area where the cowboy is located, and will talk to the man with his boot on the cowboy's leg." With that I carefully placed my right foot onto Travis's left thigh and waited. I only hoped there was someone the store who met the criteria.

I looked around the store to see if any man was walking towards me or Travis. Everyone seemed to be going about their business. Then I felt a tap on my shoulder and a slightly familiar voice asked, "May I be of service?" I turned around to see the store clerk standing next to me with a huge grin on his face. He looked around and spotted Travis. The clerk licked his lips and smiled in anticipation.

"Perhaps," I answered cautiously, trying to look noncommittal. I didn't want it to appear that I would settle for the first good looking gay man who answered my call. Inside though I was delighted, and very, very pleased to discover that the clerk was gay. I'd found him attractive and sexy when I'd first seen him and now I was going to have some fun with him and Travis. "What is your name?" I asked him.

"Ben Cartwright," he answered with a sunny smile.

"You're kidding," I said lamely.

"No, I'm not," he said, continuing to smile at me. "That really is my name."

"Wait here," I said the clerk. He looked at me, and reluctantly nodded his head, but remained standing where he was. I took my foot off of Travis' thigh, closed my eyes and thought carefully as I created another addendum to my compulsion field. "A response is no longer required. Everyone will return to what they were doing before the request was issued." I opened my eyes, turned around and looked around the store again. I noticed several men suddenly turn around and start walking away from the area occupied by Travis, Ben and myself. I did not get a good look at them, but from the back, two of them appeared to be wearing some very nice jeans, and the third was a police officer. Who says there is never a cop around when you need one?

I swatted down next to Travis. "How are you doing there, Travis?" I asked him. It was a really dumb question.

"Fantastic," he breathed in ecstasy. "Oh, take your time, please. I could do this forever. I don't ever want to stop." Travis closed his eyes slowly and several shivers of delight and pleasure chased each other down the length of his body. He continued to stroke that huge hot cock of his with long slow smooth flowing strokes. Eventually he would have to have relief, if only to get rid of that huge load he was building up. But there was no reason why someone else shouldn't benefit. "Travis," I said to him. "Look at me."

Slowly he opened his eyes and dragged them up to look me in the eye. "Y...yes?" he answered quietly, barely able to focus his attention on me. I guess he was just a tad bit busy right then.

"Ben, here, is going to stimulate you to release that load of yours, and you are going to work with him to help him do that," I instructed him. "The touch of Ben's lips and tongue on your cock and balls will be as good if not better than any other tongue, lips or mouth that may have ever touched your cock and balls before. You don't care that a man is going to give you a blow job, because this is going to be the best blow job that you have ever had. You need release, Travis, and this is the only way you are going to get it."

Travis swallowed a few times and shock his head from side to side. He looked at me, and then slowly spoke. "N...no. Please. Please, no. Please don't make me do this." His lips began to tremble, and the look of apprehension on his face was as disturbing as it was self evident. He stroked himself and moan out in joy, unable and unwilling to stop himself. Clearly he had a problem with getting a blow job from a guy, and I wasn't ready to push him into it. Fortunately, there was an easy way to fix that.