The Coffee Shop Pt. 04

To my left was the butt belonging to Justin. Light blue jeans, covering a noticeably nice pair of buns. I was a somewhat thwarted that these jeans were not tighter, but those feelings quickly passed. The jeans were snug enough so that as Justin walked, the jeans were stretched tightly across each buttock. First the right buttock, then the left, and then the right one again. The jeans were clean but well beyond the stage of being broken in. The hip pockets had white lines of wear on them in the outline of the items that had been carried there for so long. The large white rectangular outline on the left hip pocket was clearly from the wallet that resided there. It bulged out somewhat, but not enough to make me wonder was might be inside of it. On the right hip pocket was a white circle of wear. I was puzzled for a moment as to what the round circular bulge in the right hip pocket might be. Then it came to me. It was most likely a tin of chewing tobacco. These two significantly large objects caused the seam of the jeans between the buttocks to become stretched a bit more tightly as Justin walked. In fact, these nice big bulging objects caused Justin's jeans to cling somewhat more tightly around his buttocks and the back side of his crotch. I smiled in keen appreciation at the sight before me.

I suddenly remembered Cody and his skin tight jeans! Frantically I jerked my eyes to the right to look at Cody's butt. What I saw left me feeling slightly intoxicated. Cody's butt in those skin tight dark blue jeans was a masterpiece. Cody wasn't merely garbed in skin tight jeans. Those jeans were not merely clinging to Cody's butt, it was more like they had been shrink-wrapped around his ass. I swear I could see every muscle on his buttocks and thighs ripple as he walked in front of me. I could feel a hot flush creep up my neck and cover my face as my attention became rivetted on that remarkable sight in front of me. (Yes, I'm a butt man, however this was by far the most remarkable rear I had seen in a long time. Dare I even think it? It even outshone Andy's.) The way those jeans wrapped around every inch of Cody's butt was awe inspiring. I didn't think it was physically possible for denim to stretch that much, and not have it show the slightest sign of wear. I knew there were no signs of wear on those jeans, at least not around the seam that ran from the waist and down in between these two perfect half hemispheres of Cody's denim clad buttocks. I eyeballed those jeans so closely that it was a wonder I didn't wind up permanently cross-eyed. I was so awestruck by Cody's practically perfect posterior, that at first I failed to notice the bonus item. Snuggled into the right hip pocket of those exquisite jeans was Cody's wallet. Not just any wallet though. This thing was huge. It looked as if it were at least an inch thick, and it stuck up out of the hip pocket a good inch or so. How Cody ever got that thing in that pocket in the first place will remain one of the mysteries of life. All I knew for sure was that the huge brown wallet in his right hip pocket made Cody's ass even more sexy.. Don't ask how that was possible, but it was. I swear it was. (If someone had handed me a stack of bibles right then I would have sworn then and there that Cody's ass was the best that I'd ever seen in my life. Of course that wasn't all that likely to have happened at the time.) I swallowed a few times as I fought a powerful urge to place my hands on those buttocks and give them a great big hard squeeze. I knew that if I did that, I wouldn't be able to stop myself for a long while.

It was with sincere regret that I forced my hungry eyes off of Cody's backside, and off to the right. I wasn't disappointed by the regal rear that I gazed upon, though. This magnificent creation belonged to Dallas. Dark blue jeans, wrapped clinging closely around his beautiful buttocks. The jeans were snug enough so that as Dallas walked, the jeans curved up and around his thighs, crotch and the inside of his legs. The hip pockets of those jeans were not empty either. The large rectangular bulge in the right hip pocket was most likely Dallas's wallet, while the round circular bulge in the left hip pocket was most likely a tin of chewing tobacco. These two significantly large objects caused the seam of the jeans between the buttocks to become stretched tightly as Dallas walked. In fact, these nice big bulging objects causes Dallas's jeans to cling somewhat more tightly around his buttocks and the back side of his crotch, in a similar manner as Justin's jeans, but somewhat more sexily.

As far as butts were concerned, it looked as if this was going to be my annus mirabilis. (No, that is NOT what you are thinking. It means 'a year notable for disasters or wonders'. The phrase is New Latin: annus, year + mirabilis, wonderous. Look it up, if you don't believe me. Who say's romantic novels aren't educational?)

It seemed as if I had barely finished my butt survey, when the walk to the alleyway suddenly ended. I swear I had taken only three or four steps before those fantastic fannies stopped their sexy subtle swaggering and stood motionless in front of me. I blinked a few times before I broke my attention away from those handsome haunches, and walked around that terrific trio to face them head on. I was not disappointed by what I saw. No, not in the least.

Justin was to my right, with Cody next to him, and Dallas next to Cody. All three men were moaning softly as they held their arms out in front of them. Their eyes were closed in sensuous surrender to the waves of erotic pleasure that poured into their minds. They stood easily, without any strain. I looked down to my left, centering my gaze upon the fly of Dallas's jeans. There was a large steaming bulge in the front of his jeans. Well, okay, so it wasn't steaming. But when I placed my right hand on that monster it was hard, long and very warm to the touch. I let the tips of my fingers wander up and down the entire length of that wondrous bulge.

"You like that don't you, Dallas?" I asked him. The very nature of the question implied that Dallas would like my slight fondling of his cock.

"Oh, yes, boss," Dallas panted between moans. He shuddered once or twice as he stood there. I looked over to right and saw that the front of Cody's jeans contained a significant bulge as well. I flicked my eyes further to the right, and as expected Justin was sporting a tremendous woody too.

"All of you may let lower your arms to your sides, open your eyes and go even deeper into hypnosis and into my power," I command my trio of hypnotized cowboys. They complied quietly and quickly, lowering their arms and opening their eyes. They each turned their gaze to my face and stood there wondering what was going to happen next. For a few moments I indulged myself. I stood there and devoted my attention to enjoying the sight of three good looking hypnotized cowboys standing front of me, each of them with what appeared to be a fully erect penis swelling the denim around the fly of those jeans. Three cowboys. Three farm boys. Suddenly the phrase "Milking time" popped into my head. A smile, a slightly evil smile crept onto my lips.

"You've been such good boys that I'm going to give you a treat," I said to them and smiled at them as innocently as I could. "Would you like that?"

"Uh, Huh," they muttered in unison, while nodding their heads up and down slowly.

"Good, boys," I said as I continued to smile. "I bet you're feeling very sexy and hard right now. So sexy in fact, that you just can't stop yourself from reaching down with your hands and rubbing those long hard and hot bulges in your jeans. You know how good it will feel. You want to do it so very badly, that you can't stop yourself."

Their faces went blank for a moment and they blinked at me stupidly for a few seconds as they stood there. They took to the suggestions like a fish to water. Their hands practically flew down to the flies of their jeans, and started groping around for their swollen cocks. I smiled with satisfaction as their moans became more intense and slightly louder as they stroked themselves as best they could. I stood there looking at them, and as I did I noticed that Justin's face appears to be torn between ecstasy and worry.

"What's the matter, Justin?" I asked him. "Aren't you enjoying yourself?"

"Oh, yes, I love it, sir, but " Justin replied letting his answer trail off.

"But what?" I prompted him.

"This this is wrong, sir. We we shouldn't be doing this in public. We shouldn't be doing this in front of you, sir," Justin choked out the words in between his moans.

"Very, true, Justin," I agreed with him. "But it's much too late to think or worry about that. You all feel so good as you rub your swollen cocks, that you don't care about anything except listening to me, obeying me and rubbing your nice hard pieces of man meat."

Justin's eyes went slightly wide at the sound of my words, but the next moan that forced itself from between his lips erased any lingering doubts or concerns that might have been plaguing him. His face melted into an expression of euphoric bliss, as pleasure in obeying me dominated every cell in his brain. His eyes were unfocused as he stood there lost in his own world of erotic pleasure. I looked over at Cody and Dallas. Their expressions mirrored his. All three of these cowboys were long since past the point of no return.

"Stop rubbing your cocks, boys," I said to them quietly. They obeyed instantly, freezing their hands in place. I waited. Slowly they came down from whatever cloud nine they were on and looked over at me. A look of longing and sadness crept onto their faces at the sudden loss of their physical stimulation.

"Each of you, open your fly, boys," I said to them slowly. "It's time to show me some Texas longhorns."

"Yes, boss. Yes, sir. Yes," they said in a mixed reply, smiling slightly. My ears were caressed with the thrilling sound of zippers being pulled down. My eyes thrilled at the sight of three pairs of hands diving into the front of those somewhat tighter jeans. I flicked my eyes rapidly from one pair of hands to the next as I tried to simultaneously take in the sight of each of those monsters emerging from it's cocoon of confinement. I almost became dizzy with the effort of looking around so much. (And I bet you thought this was nothing but fun and games.)

Three long steel hard rods emerged almost at the same instant, from three denim caves. Three uncut, long hard penises, that looked to be about the same length. As I gazed down at this cowboy equipment, I found it both odd and amusing that these three cowboys should have cocks of about the same length, which I estimated at about six and one half inches. (Sorry, but I left my pocket ruler at home. I had no idea I would have need for it tonight.) I wet my lips in anticipation of my next command, and hesitated for only a second or two.

"Now stroke yourselves, boys," I commanded them in a clear and strong voice. "Play with yourselves, and with each stoke of your hands on your cocks, you'll get harder, more excited, and go down even deeper into my power. As you go deeper you will get closer and closer to coming. But you will discover that when you arrive to the very edge of your release, you will NOT be able to shoot your loads until I expressly tell you that you can."

All of their eyes went wide as they listened to my commands, and came to understand exactly what they were about to do. It was more surprise than fear that painted their faces and caused their jaws to hang slightly open. Slowly they nodded their heads in agreement. (As if they could have said 'no' at this point? Not bloody likely!) I diverted my gaze down to the terrific trio, and waited with baited breath for the show to start. The curtain went up almost immediately. As I flicked my eyes from one swollen cock to the next, I witnessed three pairs of strong hands, start to slowly caress those throbbing members. I'm not exactly qualified to judge how well these three men stroked themselves, but I can tell you that they were effective and enthusiastic about it. After watching them beat their meat for a couple of minutes, my ears picked a chorus of moans. I glanced back up to their faces to discover that all three cowboys had their eyes squeezed shut, and their head tiled slightly back as they surrendered themselves to the rapture building within.

I stood there silently watching the spectacle unfold before me. Even after all these years, I am still amazed by my powers and what I can do with them. Three cowboys, who only a half an hour ago were ready to beat the snot out of me, were now jacking off (or at least trying to) in front of me, and best of all, they could not stop themselves. The moans became more and more intense, and the stroking became more energetic, as all three of these obedient slaves of mine rushed their way towards the climax that they felt building within. I was looking directly at Justin, when out of the corner of my eye, I saw something move. I looked over to the left and saw Dallas starting to thrust his hips forward and back as he pumped himself closer and closer to the edge of release. It was amazing, but I could see beads of sweat starting to form on Dallas's forehead and his upper lip. Clearly he was putting forth his best effort tonight.

"Oh, please, sir!" Justin's voice called out, capturing my attention from Dallas. "I have to shoot! I'm so close, sir! Please, sir? Please can I shoot, now?" The pleading tone of his voice were most emphatic. I turned back to the right and looked over at Justin. His eyes were open and his brows where knotted, in an earnest attempt to acquire my permission to release his load. I walked over to where he was standing, and his eyes followed my approach like radar tracking an incoming missile. I placed myself so that I was standing in front of Justin. Then having second thoughts, I moved over to the right some more and turned slightly to the left so that I was at about a ninety degree angle from the plane of Justin's body. This would leave me out of the line of fire, when Justin released his load.

"Really, sir," he continued to plead, when he saw me move slightly away from him. "I really, really need to cum. I'll do anything you want me to, sir. I'll do anything, if you let me cum." A quick glance down at his throbbing and aching cock confirmed that Justin was ready to cum. He had pulled back the foreskin of his penis in anticipation of being granted his release, and I could see pre-cum starting to drip down from the tip of his steely rod.

I smiled at him as I spoke to him, in a clear and commanding voice. "When I touch your cock, Justin, you will cum and experience the most intense orgasm you've ever known."

"Oh yes, sir!" he cried out, cutting me off. "Please, sir! Please touch my cock now!"

"But when I do that, Justin, and you cum, do you know what it will mean?" I asked him.

Somehow he managed to looked puzzled for an instance before another moan forced itself out of his mouth. "No, sir," he answered, his hands still stoking his penis.

"It will mean that my control over you will be total and absolute," I said to him loudly. "You will be my hypnotized smutty cowboy slave. You will do anything and everything that I tell you, while I have you hypnotized. You will be powerless, and have no will or even the slightly desire to resist my commands."

Justin looked down at his cock and nodded his head slowly.

'And Justin?" I said to him. His raised his head up and looked at me again, wondering what I was going to say now. "You will enjoy being my hypnotized smutty cowboy slave. It will be the most wonderful, exciting and enjoyable experience you have ever had." Justin nodded his head somewhat more enthusiastically at hearing my words.. There was no reason why I shouldn't make Justin's enslavement pleasant for him.

"Did you hear what I just told Justin, Dallas?" I called out to Dallas.

"Yes, yes, I did," Dallas replied, his eyes closed in sensuous pleasure as he continued fondling himself.

"How about you, Cody?" I called out to him.

'Yes, boss. I heard what you said," Cody answered as he continued his massage of his cock.

"Good, because what I just told Justin applies to you as well," I informed them. "When you understand that, bark once."

"Woof," Cody called out, followed quickly by a similar woof from Dallas.

I reached out and gently pressed the tip of the index finger of my right hand on to the top of the head of Justin's cock. The result was mind-boggling. Justin thrust his hips forward and up which effectively batted my finger away from his cock. A white stream rocketed out from his cock, while a long ear shattering howl tore itself from Justin's throat. I'm not sure, but I think I heard a small sonic boom as Justin launched his stream into the sky. How far did it fly? Six feet? Five feet? Ten? I had no idea. I was too engrossed in watching Justin's body squirm and shudder as he kept pumping his hips back and forth, trying to squeeze out every last drop. It was the most incredible sight I had ever seen. Justin looked as if he were trying to hump some invisible woman standing in front of him. His cum was jetting out from his still stiff cock, with much less force than before. It was forming a small pool on the ground a foot or so in front of him.(Now you know why I had decided to stand off to the side of Justin and not in front of him.) Justin's howls moderated themselves into groans and moans of joy as he stood there humping and pumping. Texas longhorn or not, eventually his oil well ran dry, if you catch my drift. I suppose it was only a few minutes, but it seems to last a heck of a lot longer than that.

Slowly Justin opened his eyes and looked over at me. He was smiling like he'd just won the state lottery. "Your hypnotized smutty cowboy slave, sir," he said quietly, just loud enough for me to hear. His body started to sway slightly, as he spoke again. "I am your hypnotized smutty cowboy slave, sir." Quickly I walked over to him and grabbed his arm to steady him.

"Sit down, relax and rest, Justin," I said to him.

"Yes, sir," he replied as he started to lower himself to the ground. It took but a moment for him to place himself sitting on the ground, with his legs straight out in front of him and his hands resting in his lap. He looked up at me, with a happy smile on his face. Then he spoke to me, in a voice overflowing with sincerity. "Thank you sir, for such a wonderful gift. I'll do anything for you, sir. Anything you want, I will get for you, sir. I hope you know that, sir."

"I know that, Justin, and I appreciate it," I said to him. "Now close your eyes, sit there and rest for a bit. I'll call you when I want you."

"Yes, sir," he acknowledged as he quickly closed his eyes. The happy smile faded to a satisfied smirk as he sat there, on the dirty ground of the alley, only inches away from a pool of his own cum, content to wait for my next command. I looked down at him and realized that his cock, now limp, was still hanging out of the front of his jeans. It seems I had forgotten something.

"Justin, put your cock back in your jeans, and close your fly," I said to him.

'Yes, sir," he replied as he opened his eyes. His hands flashed down to the front of his jeans to carry out my command. Justin easily stuffed his shriveled cock back into his jeans. He had to lean back a bit, though to zip his fly closed. Once he was finished with his task, Justin sat back down, made himself comfortable and closed his eyes. He was quite disposed to sit there on the ground and wait for my next command, whatever it might be.

A few more somewhat louder moans dragged my attention back to the other two cowboys whom I had not yet dealt with. As I turned to face Cody and Dallas, it occurred to me that Justin's howling could not have been as loud as I'd thought, since no one had come into the alleyway to investigate the noise. Briefly I recalled my original idea to have all three men come at the same time, when the tips of their cocks were touching. I realized now, that as exciting as that idea had been, it would not have been practical. To judge from Justin, the effort would have tired out all three men and they would have tottered to the ground before I could get to them. They very likely might also have hurt themselves in the process, which was something that I did not want have happen after all. Just imagine the predicament I would have found myself in at the emergency room of the hospital, as I tried to explain what had happened to these three men. Maybe you could have come up with a good cover story, but I was fresh out of ideas. Oh sure, I could have sent them to the emergency room by themselves and kept out of it, but that would have been irresponsible and cowardly. I'm neither.