The Coffee Shop Pt. 03

"Slip off your jacket, Jay," I instructed him. "Hang it up on a chair in the dinning room and then return here." I was through with his jacket anyway, and I was understandably curious to see what Jay's ass looked like in those gray pants he was wearing. If it was anything like his front had been, I was in for a real treat. I swallowed nervously and waited.

"Yesssssss....." Jay hissed at me. He slowly opened his eyes and blinked them a few times as he focused on me and on the task at hand. He smiled at me, and nodded his head. He was so enraptured by his experience so far, that he was all too willing to follow along with what I told him to do. In a smooth and fluid motion, Jay slipped his jacket off of his shoulders and let it slide down his arms a bit. He slipped his left arm out of the left sleeve of the jacket and then swing the jacket around to the front with his right arm. Jay grabbed the jacket with his left hand and extracted his right arm from the right sleeve of the jacket. Holding the jacket out in front of him, Jay turned to the right slightly and headed off into the dinning room.

My eyes traveled quickly to the back of Jay's neck, the collar of his dress shirt, and started the long and tantalized trip down the center of Jay's back headed for his ass. I must confess that I did not really pay much attention to Jay's back, because I was in a rush to see what the back of his pants looked like. Jay's back was nice. His shoulders tapered smoothly down to his wonderful narrow waist My gaze jumped over the black belt that encircled Jay's waist and headed on down to the main event. His butt. His ass. His cheeks. Whatever you want to call them, my eyes locked onto those two gray clad hills and stayed there devouring every second of that tantalizing sight. The back of Jay's pants were smooth and wrinkle free. There were no hip pockets in his pants to distract from the way that the material of his pants clung to his sweet butt cheeks. As he walked away from me I could do nothing but moan silently in awe at the sight. He wasn't doing anything in particular to turn me on. He was not swaying his hips suggestively at me. He was just walking. Some guys, though, move in a graceful and sexy way without even being aware of what they do, and he was one of them. I suppose it was the way that those pants clung to not only his buttocks but also up and around his crotch, that was causing me to get excited. (Excited hell! I had a hard on the size of Texas! I could have drilled for oil with my cock, it was so hard!) It was as if those pants were mapping out all of the territory of Jay's ass and crotch for me, and letting me see with x-ray vision as it were. I swear I could even see the lines from his underwear on his ass, as he walked away from me! (Okay maybe I was exaggerating just a tad, but I hope you get the idea.)

Unexpectedly Jay turned around and my eyes were presented with the front of his pants. I looked up in surprise to see that Jay was heading back towards me from the dining room, having finished hanging up his jacket. I was a bit disappointed to have that wonderful view cut off, but I consoled myself by knowing that I'd be looking at it again soon enough, and that I'd be much closer this time. So, I started studying the front of Jay's pants as he walked towards me. The material of Jay's pants was clinging as closely at the front as it had been at the back, partly due to the huge mound that was jutting forth from the front of Jay's pants. Jay was obviously feeling pretty good and happy with himself, in more ways than one. The smile on his face was relaxed, natural and very big. I licked my lips nervously as that huge mound got closer and closer. I knew that I was going to give that ever expanding mound a close up examination as soon as it got within reach. I found it took some effort to remain where I was and wait for Jay to walk back to me.

Jay stood in front of me and grinned like an idiot, with a somewhat vacant glazed look in his eyes. He did not say anything as he stood there relaxed and at ease, except for his 'south pole'.

"Good boy, Jay," I congratulated him. "You did that very well."

Jay beamed with satisfaction, and his eyes lit up with joy. I reached forward with both hands to begin my examination of Jay's confined cock, but was denied the opportunity. Jay suddenly dropped to his hands and knees, and looked up at me as he stuck out his tongue and panted a few times. I stood frozen with surprise for a few seconds, unsure what had just happened. Suddenly I remembered the events at the hospital security wing, how Jay had dropped to his hands and knees, barked at me, and then said that he wanted to be a dog for me. It seemed this was happening again. I suppose it made sense, since I had told Jay that we were going to continue from where we left off. The question was how to proceed from this point.

I had to admit to myself that I suffered from a surge of sexual excitement seeing Jay there on his hands and knees wanting to be my pet dog. (Okay, I nearly came in my best pair of jeans!) I did not usually entertain such ideas, but when a good looking guy has presented such an opportunity to you on a silver platter, it is hard to say no. (Yes, something ELSE was hard too, which only made matters more complicated.) Jay looked up at me expectedly, as I stood there thinking. I don't know what possessed me to do it, but I reached down and patted Jay on the head as I spoke to him.

"Such a good boy, Jay. Such a smart doggie you are," I told him. "Why you're the smartest, most clever doggie in the world, Jay. And you enjoy following your master's commands more than anything in the world. You are a housebroken doggie and you stand by the door when you need to go outside to do your business." I didn't want Jay peeing on my carpet or on the leg of my dining room table, after all.

Jay nodded his head eagerly in agreement. He looked up at me, and smiled in silent joy. He tilted his head at me as a puzzled expression surfaced on his face. I did not do anything since I was not sure what it was that he wanted.

"What's the matter, doggie?" I asked him. "What do you want? Can you show me?"

Jay wagged his butt with joy, an attempt to wag his nonexistent tail, and then scampered across the living room carpet heading over to his duffel bag. Jay reached the bag and then sniffed it a few times. He looked up at me for a second, and then climbed on top of the bag and my heart skipped a beat. "God damn it! He's good looking, especially in that position!" I thought to myself. Gripping the bag firmly in between his two arms, as a dog would using its front paws, Jay lowered his head and managed to grip the handle of the zipper on the bag, with his teeth. He unzipped the bag completely, although he had to adjust his position and grip a couple of times. I didn't mind, though. I could not have been happier watching 'Jay the dog' in action. The sight of Jay on all fours, with those gray dress pants of his snugly stretched across his buttocks and crotch, with his legs spread apart so he could straddle the duffel bag, made me wish I'd had a camera nearby so I could snap a few pictures of him. I owned a camera, but I could not tear myself away from the sight in front of me to go and get a camera. If you had blown a trumpet in my ear, I'm not sure that I would have noticed.

With the bag now open completely, Jay plunged his head into it. His head emerged a scant second later, and he backed away from the duffel bag. He had what looked like a red golf shirt clamped firmly in his mouth. He dragged the shirt across the floor a bit and then dropped the shirt, turned to look at me, barked once and then headed back to the duffel bag. My eyes widened in surprise, but I said nothing. I decided to wait and see what happened before I did anything. I had to admit it. Jay had aroused my curiosity, amongst other things. Upon reaching the duffel bag Jay plunged his head inside again, and a moment later his head popped back up. He backed away from the duffel bag dragging a pair of dark blue jeans gripped firmly in his teeth. The jeans soon joined the red golf shirt in a pile on the floor a few feet away from the duffel bag. Jay made a few more trips to the duffel bag and retrieved in no particular order, a belt, some socks and a couple of pairs of underwear. It was an interesting pile of clothing he had accumulated, but I still could not figure out what he was up to.

Jay smiled at me and barked a couple of times at me as he remained on his hands and knees, beside the pile of clothing he had retrieved. He headed back to the duffel bag, burrowed his head into it yet again, and started rooting through the bag looking for something. After a few minutes he found it, but apparently had trouble picking it up with just his teeth, since he inserted his right hand into the bag in order to capture whatever the object was. This was a most definitely not a dog like thing to do, but I wasn't going to complain to him about it. Jay got a good grip on the object with his teeth and placed his right hand back down on the floor. He turned around and urgently crawled over to where I was standing looking at him. Jay dropped the object at my feet, looked up at me, barked a couple of times and just smiled at me. Curious I looked down at my feet to see what my doggie had brought me.

Lying on the floor just in front of my black leather cowboy boots was a black leather studded dog collar. Suddenly I felt a very cold chill go down my spine. I didn't know what to think. Was it a bondage collar that I was looking at or was it an actual dog collar? It didn't make much difference, because now I was scared. Scared about where all of this might lead. My mouth became cottony, my throat dried up, my hands started to shake and my legs became weak. I felt lost, like I was adrift on a small wooden raft in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. It seemed like we were heading into an area that scared me. Bondage. Bondage and tying people up. I shuddered a few times as I tried to control myself.

"Lie down, boy!" I called to Jay in a shaky voice. He complied, lying full out on carpet, on his stomach, but he stopped smiling. "Now STAY, boy!" I ordered him as I turned and headed off to the kitchen. Jay lay on the floor looking up at me with questioning eyes, but he stayed where he was. I stumbled into the kitchen grabbed a glass of ice water from the refrigerator. I drank down the water slowly and that routine everyday action helped to calm me down. My mouth wasn't cottony anymore and I was able to swallow normally. I headed back out to the living room.

Jay had not moved an inch when I arrived, other than to place his hands over his head, like a dog places his paws on his head when he knows he's been bad. It was a submissive and slightly stimulating posture, but I had to do my best to ignore that. It was time to find out more about this collar that Jay had dropped in front of me.

'Zero, one, two, three, four, five, wide awake!" I called out to Jay to awaken him from his trance. We needed to talk about this and I wanted him in his normal state of mind.

Jay blinked his eyes a few times, and then shook his head in disbelief as he came back to his senses.

"I...what....why?" He said, his voice full of confusion. He slowly got up off the floor to stand in front of me. Even that simple motion was sexy, and helped to keep me hard. I noticed that Jay's erection had deflated completely as he returned to full awareness. It was not unexpected, but it was a letdown nevertheless.

"Do you know what just happened, Jay?" I asked him, unable to conceal the tremor in my voice. .

"Yes.....yes I do, sir," he answered as he looked at me. He wasn't upset or concerned. If anything he seemed very disappointed and a bit sad. "Why did you stop? Did I do something wrong? Don't you like dogs?" He asked in a timid and soft voice.

Before I could open my mouth to answer, Jay spoke again, in that same wistful and pleading tone of voice. "If you tell me what the problem is, then maybe I could fix it. Or is it just something about me that you don't like? If it is the clothes I could change into something else. I brought more clothes in the duffel bag, as you saw. Or I could be nude." The last sentence was almost a whisper and Jay blushed when he said it.

"Slow down, Jay," I said to him in a soothing and mellow voice. "Nothing is wrong. We just need to talk for a few minutes. Come and sit with me on the couch okay?"

"Uh...okay," he said quietly, and somewhat reluctantly.

Once we were settled, I asked Jay to tell me what had happened so far tonight.

"Well...." Jay said as he thought for a moment, and then looked me right in the eyes. "I came over here tonight, dressed for work due to a post hypnotic suggestion of yours from the time when you hypnotized me at the hospital. You...you took me very deep, and you got me very hard and very excited. You managed to take out my wallet and to get my jacket off. I felt you controlling me more and more as time when by. And then I got down on my hands and knees, like I did back at the hospital."

"Why did you do that, Jay?" I asked him when he finished speaking, and did not continue. "Why did you want to act like a dog then, or now for that matter?"

"I'm not sure," he answered. "It just seemed like the right thing to do at the time. I wanted to obey you so much, that well, I sort of felt like a dog being trained. It...it just felt, well, natural, I guess." Jay blushed as he forced out the last sentence, and he looked at me worriedly.

"Have you always wanted to be someone's dog, their pet, so to speak?" I asked him.

"No. Never before," Jay answered. "But there is something about you, sir. When you hypnotized me I felt like the only way I could truly obey you as I should was to be your dog. I don't feel that way right now, because I'm not hypnotized. But, I do want to feel that way again. I...uh...I liked feeling hard like that. It felt so good." Jay sat there looking at me waiting for my response.

"And then?" I prompted him.

"Well, then, I....well....I wanted to feel more like a dog," Jay said softly, still looking me right in the eyes. "So I decided to get out the dog collar that I brought with me, and give it to you in the hope that you would put it on me." Jay blushed as red as a beet, dropped his eyes to look at the floor and then turned away from me.

I wasn't sure what to do next. Oh sure, I could have used my powers to have fixed everything and made it all okay for Jay and for me, but that would not have explained what was going on or why. The only thing I was sure of, though, is that this was not another one of Lyle's tests. I was not getting any feelings of danger or that something was wrong, as I had been with Mike Walker and Phil Turnbill.

"Jay, is this what you want?" I asked him.

"Sir?" He replied as he turned his face to look at me, confused and worried, unsure of what I was asking him.

"Jay, do you want to be a dog when I hypnotize you?" I asked again. "Is that something that you really enjoy? Does it make you feel good to do that?"

"Yes, sir, it does," Jay answered. He blinked his eyes a few times as he continued to look at me and then added. "I don't know why, sir, but I want you to control me more and more when you hypnotize me. I only know that I feel really good, happy I guess, when I know I'm your doggie. I guess that's kind of weird, sir, but I can't seem to help it. It is how I feel, about being hypnotized by you."

"I see," I said cautiously. "What about if I hypnotize you and don't have you act as a dog? How do you feel about that?"

Jay looked at me for a minute before he spoke. "You're gay, aren't you sir?" He asked me.

"Yes," I replied surprised at the sudden switch in the conversation. "But what does that have to do with anything?"

"You're not interested in animals are you, sir?" Jay asked me.

I was stunned silent for a second as the question caught me completely off guard.

"Ah, no, Jay," I replied numbly. "I prefer to stay with my own species, thank you very much." I was not following Jay's train of thought at all. I had no idea where he was going with all this.

"Well, I prefer it when you have me be your dog, sir," Jay said to me. "I think I feel safer as a dog, because then I know you won't try to force yourself on me."

My mouth dropped open in amazement as I heard this. I'm sure I must have had an idiotic and stunned look on my face. Jay gulped nervously and started speaking again.

"It's not that I don't enjoy you touching me, sir," he said. "I enjoy that a lot. Why just thinking about you touching my chest and caressing my nipples is getting me excited again." Jay's face suddenly flushed as he spoke, suggesting the truth of his statement. "It's just that I don't want to have sex with you, and as a dog I feel safer. Do you understand, sir?"

"Give me a minute to try and understand this, okay?" I said to him, still somewhat dazed at what he had told me. Jay nodded his head silently, turned his head away from me and looked at the bookshelves on the far wall. I wasn't sure but I thought I could see a tear forming in his eye.

I sat there in silence and tried to understand what Jay was and was not saying. The more I thought about it, the more it started to make sense. Jay was straight, and had no interest in gay sex, yet he wanted to feel controlled by me. As a dog, he could do that and still be safe, since in his mind, I would never have sex with an animal. The logic was a bit on the weird side, but it did make sense when you thought about it. Or was I just trying to justify this in my own mind, trying to find an excuse to agree with Jay? There was one way to be absolutely sure. I projected my powers outward and scanned Jay's mind as deeply as I could. I was surprised at the clarity of the scan, since I normally required physical contact to obtain such clear information. It was but another indication of how much my powers had recently changed. The scan confirmed all that Jay had told me. He wanted hypnosis with me, but felt safest when acting as my dog. Jay was not interested in bondage or in having pain inflicted on him. (I breathed a mental sigh of relief at discovering that.) He had a basic need or urge to feel controlled and dominated by someone, and while he wanted it to be me because the hypnosis made the experience all the more erotic for him, he did not want to engage in gay sex with me. He liked women and wanted to keep it that way. (Boy I could really pick 'em, couldn't I? All these good looking guys who wanted to be controlled but are straight. Wasn't there anyone out there for me?) Deeper in his mind I could clearly see the knot of worry that remained, the worry that I might try to change his sexual orientation while I had such a profound level of control over him. I completed my scan of Jay's mind. I was thankful that Jay's face was still turned away from me. I wasn't sure what to make of all this.

I thought about what I had learned about Jay from having scanned his mind, and about what Jay had told me. I could not think of any reason why we could not explore Jay's dog role playing a bit further, as long as it was only role playing.

"If I had wanted to take advantage of you, don't you think I would have done so by now, Jay?" I asked him.

"I guess so, sir," Jay agreed still looking away from me. "But maybe when you had me really excited and turned on so that I would agree to anything, you would choose then to make your move, sir."

A valid point. He was sharp. I had to admit that. How could I prove to him otherwise, though?

"I wish there was some way I could prove to you that I would never do that to you, Jay," I said to him quietly. "But there isn't. I can promise you that I will never do anything related to gay sex with you, but only time will prove to you that I intend to keep that promise. I only do what my subjects want to do. All I can offer you is my word, my promise. If that is not enough, then you had best leave now." I thought about reaching inside Jay's mind and making a few adjustments so that he would agree to this, but I didn't. I knew that such a relationship would be fun at first, but would quickly become hollow and unsatisfactory for me.