The Coffee Shop Pt. 03

"Fine," I said to Travis. "I'll come up with something else. Don't worry I've sent Ben away. You no longer know anything more about Ben, than when you first came into this store."

"Oh, thank you," Travis said and a huge smile of relief broke out on his face. "I understand. Ben is gone."

"Now close your eyes until I tell you to open them," I instructed him. He snapped his eyes shut gleefully, and let out another moan as he busied himself with the task at hand. I thought for a moment and then continued speaking. "When I tell you to open your eyes you will see the most beautiful woman in the world standing in front of you, waiting to give you that blow job that you need so badly. You will have to ask her to start, and once she does start, Travis, you will be unable to resist any command that she gives you, until after you cum. Once you do cum, though, this woman will lick you clean and help you to tidy up. She will even help you over to that bench so that you can rest for ten minutes. You will look at your watch as you rest and when the ten minutes are up you will wake up and know only that you just had the most wonderful dream ever. You will not remember this woman, whose name is Gloria, after you wake up. Do you understand all of this?"

"Oh yes, yes I do," Travis said panting eagerly. "Is Gloria going to arrive soon?"

"Very soon, Travis," I said to him. "I'll be sure to let you know."

I turned and began whispering in Ben's ear. I'm sure you can figure out for yourself what I told him. It was simple. He was going to be the Gloria that Travis was about to meet. He would respond to that name, and be very gentle and kind with Travis. I specifically instructed Ben not to try and obtain any money or valuables from Travis. Ben's eyes lit up as he thought more and more about giving Travis a blow job, and impulsively Ben reached over and gave me a hug and a kiss on the mouth. I told Ben to stand in front of Travis and get ready to do some customer service. He winked back at me, and grinned all the more.

I walked over to stand beside Travis and then said to him, "She's here, Travis. Gloria is here now. You can open yours eyes and you will see her."

Travis' eyes snapped open, and he looked up at Ben, whom he saw as Gloria. Travis' jaw dropped open. Slowly he brought his lips together and let out a long wolf whistle of appreciation. He was dumbfounded, and looked like he had just been hit over the head with a two by four, and was seeing stars. I grinned silently to myself and stood back to watch the fun. If it got out of hand, though, I was ready to jump in and put a stop to it.

"Is that any way to greet a lady, Travis?" Ben said to him with scorn in his voice, his hands balled into fits resting on his hips.

"No, ma'am. Sorry ma'am," Travis said as he leaped up to his feet. He struggled to get that huge cock of his back into his jeans, and for a moment I wasn't sure that he would succeed. He turned away from Ben for a moment, and in the process wound up facing me. He slipped open his belt and undid his jeans. Reaching down he forced that huge cock of his back inside and with a touch of difficulty managed to zip up his fly, part way. His strong hands moved quickly to button up his jeans and do up his belt. This relieved some the stress on his zipper (and NONE of the stress on his cock), and he was able to zip it up the rest of the way. He turned back towards Ben, looked around sheepishly, and actually blushed. He knew what he wanted, and he knew what Gloria (in reality Ben) wanted to do for him. He was unsure how to continue, though.

Ben looked at Travis, and then Ben let his eyes wander down to the front of Travis' jeans. "It appears that you are happy to see me, though, Travis," Ben said with a smirk on his face.

"Yes, ma'am, I surely am," Travis said and flashed his most charming smile at Ben. Travis reached over and with his right hand he gently plucked Ben's left hand from Ben's left hip. Slowly Travis, uncurled Ben's left hand, and then brought it to his lips as he kissed it softly, while looking up at Ben with the best set of bedroom eyes that he could muster. Ben smiled back with delight, and with a twinkle of mischief in his eyes.

"Kiss me you fool," Ben breathed at Travis. Ben's face flushed as Travis walked towards him and held out his arms, open and inviting. (Like Travis would have to say anything at this point?) Ben stepped into Travis' arms, and was immediately pulled towards Travis' chest. Their mouths hungrily sought out each other, as they embraced like two long lost lovers. The kiss was full, deep and passionate, at least from what I could see. The arms encircling these two handsome men, did not rest around their chests and shoulders. All during that lip lock of theirs, two pairs of hands were roaming about those entwined bodies. Each man grabbed the buttocks of the other and squeezed tightly. I actually saw Ben stand up on tip toe a couple of times as Travis squeezed Ben's butt.

Finally though, Ben seemed to have had enough and he gently but firmly pushed Travis away from him and severed the contact between them. Travis still looked slightly dazed. Ben though looked as if he knew exactly what he was doing. Without giving Travis more than a moment or two to catch his breath, Ben reached out and firmly grasped Travis by his belt buckle. Ben pulled strongly and Travis, caught off balance, stumbled forward. Ben dropped down, and slightly forward of Travis, all the while continuing to pull Travis forward. Travis flew over Ben, and started heading towards the carpet. Ben nimbly caught Travis and executing some type of judo move, managed to roll with Travis to the floor. The result was that neither of them actually fell and hurt themselves. They just rolled on the floor, for a bit, winding up with Travis flat on his back and Ben lying on top of him.

Travis looked at Ben, and chucked as he said, "That was sure some fancy footwork, there ma'am."

"Yes, Travis," Ben agreed as he moved his hand down to the front of Travis' jeans and rubbed at the huge mound that was still there. "Let's get down to business shall we cowboy?"

"Oh..." gulped Travis, and his eyes went wide with erotic excitement. "Oh, Gloria. Yes, please. Please do it. I'm so hot for you." Travis' eyes became glassy as his hands moved down and fumbled to open his fly. Meanwhile Ben raised himself up off of Travis and crawling backward a couple of steps moved into position. Travis' cock sprang forth again, as big or bigger than it had been before. (Darn it, I wished I'd had a camera so that I could have taken pictures, then I would have had some kind of souvenir of the event.) Travis let out a groan of relief and anticipation at the release of his monster.

Ben looked at that willing cock and he licked his lips. Slowly he leaned forward carefully supporting his weight on his hands and knees, until his lips were less than an inch from that throbbing cut head. Ben breathed gently but firmly on that head. Travis howled, and then howled again. "Oh please, Gloria! Please, I need to feel your mouth on my cock! I need to have you suck me dry! PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE!"

Saying nothing, Ben slowly extruded his tongue and with infinite care, touched the tip of his tongue to the tip of Travis' steel hard cock. Travis' body shuddered like he'd just suck his wet finger into a light socket, and he squeezed his eyes tightly shut. Delighted with the reaction he had achieved so far, Ben lowered his head closer and closer to that huge udder of Travis's that silently screamed and begged to be milked, and milked dry. Ben extended his tongue slowly, and licked the top of Travis' cock. Unable to stop himself, Travis squirmed around in rapture which caused his cock to slip out of the reach of Ben's probing tongue. Ben pulled back and frowned slightly in frustration, while Travis continued to squirm some more. "Please Gloria!" Travis cried out in desperation. 'Please don't stop. Please, I'm begging you. SUCK ME DRY!"

"If you'd lie still and stop squirming around, maybe I could," Ben replied in exasperation. "I don't want you to poke my eye out with that thing, you know."

"Yes, ma'am!" Travis exclaimed, nearly shouting. He suddenly went very still, almost as if he were lying at attention.

Satisfied, Ben got back to work. He moved his face beside Travis' rigid member, and sniffed it a few times, savoring the aroma and scent that seeped out of it and seemed to hover around it like a cloud of perfume. Ben inhaled deeply, drawing in every molecule of that pungent musty masculine musk of this oh so willing cowboy. Finally he extended his tongue and started to caress that straining, steel shaft. With each stroke of Ben's tongue, Travis moaned out loud, lost to everything and everyone. Ben worked his way down slowly, and carefully to the two ripe fruit that were nestled at the base of that skyscraper of a cock. He licked and slurped and sucked Travis' balls. Firmly but gently. Ben cleaned every inch of Travis' cock and balls several times before he decided it was time to move on to the main event. (What was I doing during all this? Why I was taking notes. What the heck do you think I was doing? I was enjoying the show and wishing it was me there instead of Ben. Oh, the things I do for my subjects.)

He opened his mouth wide, and plunged down on Travis' cock, taking in as many inches as he could. He wrapped his lips around Travis' throbbing member and began to suck, slowly and carefully. Travis did his best not to squirm around, and managed to merely shudder as his body was racked with wave after wave of pleasure. I did not have to see it to know that Ben's tongue was moving around and all over Travis' shaft and caressing it with loving strokes. Travis was working up quite a sweat. His brow was covered in it, and the underarms of his shirt were starting to darken. Suddenly he started to thrust his hips up and down, pumping for all he was worth. Ben's eyes opened wide and he somehow managed to node his head several times in anticipation.

"Oh please!" Travis cried, and I could hear the pain in his voice. "I can't stand it any more! I have to cum now! Please! I'll do anything you want! Please, I'm begging you with all my heart! Please let me cum!"

"Pump your hips ten more times Travis," I said to him. "And then you will cum. You'll shoot until you are dry." I thought about having Travis do something else when he came, such as barking like a dog or clucking like a chicken, but it didn't seem right somehow. The man was actually in pain and suffering to a degree. There was no need to add humiliation, remembered or not, to this little adventure.

"OH GOD YES!!!" Travis called out and started to pump his hips vigorously. Poor Ben was now challenged with trying to hang on while Travis' cock was thrust farther and farther down Ben's throat. Like a champion, though, Ben rose to the challenge and wrapped his arms around that sexy waist of Travis' and hung on. Right on cute Travis let loose his load with an animal roar that shook the windows of the store. (Okay, so it wasn't really THAT loud, but I think you get the idea.) Ben started swallowing frantically as he tried to keep up with the river of semen that exploded into his willing and hungry mouth. Somehow he did it without choking, but don't ask me how. Maybe Ben had really good breath control, or maybe he just knew what he was doing. In any case, Ben was able to keep up with the flow of white hot lava that spewed forth from Travis' pink volcano. Travis pumped and Ben sucked and swallowed. The rest of the world disappeared as far as these two men were concerned.

Five minutes? Ten minutes? Who knows? Who cares? All I know is that all three of us enjoyed the spectacle for as long as it lasted. When Travis finally collapsed back onto the floor, he was smiling like a baboon, and so was Ben. Neither man seemed able to move a muscle, they were so spent. I stood there and watched as both of these men slowly regained their strength and opened their eyes. (I had not cum in my jeans, in case you were wondering. I was very hard and turned on, but I had controlled myself.) Since Ben had done such a good job of sucking off Travis there wasn't any need to clean anything up. So, Ben had just collapsed beside Travis when their connection had been broken.

"I need a nap," Travis declared to no one in particular as he stuffed his shrunken cock back into his jeans, and zipped the jeans closed.

"I'll help you up," Ben said as he climbed to his feet while Travis lay there still resting.

"Thanks Gloria," Travis said with a smile, as he took the hand that Ben offered to him.

"Come on, cowboy," Ben said to Travis and chuckled softly. Ben slowly lead Travis towards the nearest bench. "You've earned your afternoon siesta."

"Thanks," Travis said as a huge yawn escaped his lips. His eyes were blinking frequently and he was having trouble keeping them open. He stumbled a few times, and were it not for the strong arm of Ben, Travis would have tripped over his own feet and fallen. Silently I followed the two of them, enjoying a double helping of skin tight jeans parading in front of me. It was a pity that the trip to the bench was so short.

"Gee, you're mighty strong ma'am," Travis commented between yawns. "You sure don't look it, a pretty little thing like you."

Ben concealed his mirth with difficulty, but he managed it. "Here we are, stud," he said as he and Travis approached the bench. "Sit down here, like a good cowboy. Close your eyes and wake up in ten minutes."

"Yes, ma'am" Travis replied as he sat down on the bench, a smile of satisfaction pasted on his face. He sat up straight and placed his feet flat on the floor. He put his hands in his lap and sighed quietly a few times. He made himself comfortable and closed his eyes. His entire body went limp and he slumped down seeking that rest that his body now craved. About a minute later he lifted his head and opened his eyes. He moved his left arm and pulled back on the sleeve of his shirt exposing his wrist watch. He focused on it for a second or two and then his head nodded forward again. I did not see it of course, but it was a safe bet that Travis' eyes were open just enough to keep track of the time. Ben sat down on the bench next to Travis and looked at him. You didn't have to be a mind reader like me to know that Ben was hoping he could service Travis some more.

"Ben come here please, I said to the clerk as he sat there next to Travis and looked at him.

"Yes?" He said as he got up, rather reluctantly and walked over to where I was standing.

"You will remember this only as a dream as well," I said to him. "As far as you are concerned it happened only in a dream. Now go get Travis's hat and put it on his head, then go to the washroom, sit down in one of the vacant stalls, just as if you are using the facilities. You will gaze at your watch for 10 minutes and then wake up. You will NOT be able to remember the face of this man. The harder you try to remember, the more blurred and fuzzy the face becomes. Go now."

Ben looked at me in shock and for an instant tried to protest, but it was futile. I had pushed those words and thoughts into his mind while I was talking to him. I could seem them take effect as he silently nodded his head. Ben walked back to the cabinet where Travis's hat lay on the floor, bent over (Yes presenting me with yet another nice view of a nice ass in tight jeans. This seemed to be my lucky day.) and picked it up. Ben walked over to Travis and carefully placed the hat on Travis's head. There was a slightly sad look on Ben's face as he turned away from Travis and headed off to the washroom. As much fun as this had been to watch, I did not want to start something between Ben and Travis that really had no future. Travis was straight and had no interest in gay men at all. Ben, though, was sure he could 'convince' Travis otherwise. I thought it best not borrow trouble. In the back of my mind it struck me as odd that I could be so sure of these facts when I had not done a deep scan of either Ben or Travis. It was almost as if I could 'see' what was foremost in their minds, and see which thoughts might cause me problems. It also struck me as odd that I had been able to implant my commands into Ben's mind so easily. I had not actually instigated a full super-hypnosis session with him. I had merely decided what had to be done with Ben, and then sent the appropriate commands into his mind. They had taken effect almost immediately. I decided to think about that later and get back to my shopping.

Luck was with me that day. I did manage to find a couple of nice shirts. One was a solid green with a scene of horses and mountains sketched in brown black and white that ran all across the shirt, front and back in a band that was about mid chest. The other shirt was plain black with red roses and green leaves on each shoulder and a row of roses on the back. (I know what the heck do you care, what clothes I buy? Well I have to brag to SOMEONE about these things since I did wind up getting them for free.) During the time that I'd been shopping for my shirts I had also been checking the compulsion field that I'd set up and noticed that while it was a bit weaker then when I'd first set it up, it was still fairly strong. I must have been reinforcing it more than I'd thought. It would not last too much longer, say maybe another twenty to thirty minutes. If I were assured of staying around that long then there would be no need to actively dissipate the field. I dissipated it anyway, though, just to be safe. What if after I left, someone arrived with the intent to rob this place? They would be able to do so easily and the staff and customers would be only to willing to help out since they would consider this to be 'normal'. I did not want to have that on my conscience.

I headed off to the counter with my purchases and was relieved to find Bernie already there. I was concerned that I would have to go searching for him. He greeted me with a smile, and then shook his head at me and laughed.

"That's the last time I bet against your team!" He exclaimed as he brought out his wallet to pay for my shirts.

"Well, maybe you'll know better next time," I said to him going along with the act that we were performing for the clerk at the counter. The clerk turned out to be Ben Cartwright, and he did not treat me any different from the first time that he'd come up to me asking if he could be of any help.

"I'm glad that you found something to your liking, sir" he said as he rang through my or rather Bernie's purchases.

"Hey let me see that for a second, will you?" Bernie asked. "I am paying for this after all." The clerk passed over the shirts and Bernie looked at them and then held them up again me. He studied me and the shirts for a minute or so before handing them back to the clerk for packing. "Well, I have to admit it. You do have good taste."

"Thank you," I said to him. The clerk handed me the bag, but Bernie intercepted him.

"I'll take that, thank you," he said to the clerk. "It's part of the bet. I have to carry this stuff over to his place." He continued as he jerked a thumb at me.

"You're welcome, gentlemen," the clerk called out to us as we headed to the doors. "Please come again." At that point I nearly burst out in laughter, as the unintentional pun from Ben reached my ears. I merely smiled and choked back the giggles that threatened to overwhelm me. I barely made it to Bernie's car without laughing out loud. Once we were both safely inside the car with the door closed I finally gave in. I laughed for a good thirty seconds or so before I managed to get myself back under control. All Bernie did was stare at me as if I'd lost my mind. He patiently waited for me to calm down, and hopefully let him in on the joke.