The Coffee Shop Pt. 04

"Boss, could I please be next?" Cody cried out to me . "I really need to" His words were snapped off as a very loud and emphatic moan overtook him. His entire body shook with the force of the moan that emerged from his mouth. I glanced over at Dallas briefly to see that he was standing there smiling outrageously while he continued to stroke his hard and happy cock. Clearly he was having a good time, but he wasn't ready to shoot his load yet. (I know, I have a gift for stating the obvious.) I felt it was safe to turn my attention back to Cody. As I had with Justin, I walked over to Cody and stood just off the right of him, standing at about an ninety degree angle from Cody.

"You want me to touch your cock, don't you Cody?" I taunted him. Another idea had popped into my head.

"YES BOSS! YES!" Cody cried out frantically, as he looked at me.

"Kowtow to me, Cody, and I will touch your cock," I told him.

"Kowtow? What's that, boss?" Cody asked, perplexed.

"Kowtow means to kneel and touch your forehead to the ground in an expression of deep respect, worship or submission, as formerly done in China," I explained to him.

I had to give him credit. When he understood what was asked of him, Cody obeyed instantly. In the blink of an eye he had tuned so that he was facing me and dropped to his knees. He moaned once, probably in anticipation, and then dropped down so that he was on his hands and knees in front of me. Only a moment passed before he started to lower his head to the ground. Of course as his head went down his ass went up. (Ah yes, kowtow was most definitely my favorite word in the dictionary.) Cody's cowboy hat was pushed up and off of his head as he eagerly touched his forehead to the ground in front of me. His cowboy hat toppled off to his right (which was my left), but I ignored it as I slowly walked around to stand behind Cody. There was something that I definitely wanted to get a good look at, and I do NOT mean his boots. I swatted down behind Cody and let my eyes devour the sight of that skinny butt of his in ultra skin tight jeans, bent over and sticking up in the air. Oh how I wanted to wrap my hands and fingers around those sweet cheeks of his, but I knew that this was not the time and place for that. It was not easy to resist that temptation. Heck, it was the most arduous task I had ever known, and to this day I'm still not sure exactly how it was that I turned my attention from his butt to his cock. I managed it though. I got down on my knees and moved over to the Cody's left side and bent down to see how he was doing. I was delighted to see that his cock was jutting out to full length from within his jeans at about a forty-five degree angle. It looked like he would be sure to hit the ground when he came. (As if he could have missed a target that close.) Still, I did not want to take any unnecessary chances.

"Cody get back up on your knees now," I instructed him.

He complied instantly. A few seconds later he turned his head to look me directly in the eyes. "Please, Boss?" He whimpered at me. "It's starting to hurt, boss."

Enough was enough. I gently reached out and touched the top the head of Cody's ridged and straining cock with the tip of the index finger of my right hand.

"Yyyyyyeesssssss!!!!!" Cody cried out as he squeezed his eyes tightly closed and surrendered to the animal gratification that had been so long denied him. He arched his back mightily as he thrust his pelvis forward and his chest upward toward the sky. He thrust his left arm out back, while his right hand and arm descended upon his straining cock. With the ease that comes from years of practice, Cody, snapped his foreskin back with a crack, only half a heartbeat before an incredibly long white stream smashed its way out of the tip of his straining cock, shooting out into the evening air. Cody's animal grunts, growls, groans, and moans filled the evening air as he fired round after round out of that six shooter of his. Just when I thought he must be finished he fired off another round. Mind you, he did not get the same distance as the first shot. In fact with each shot the distance he achieved was markedly less. When Cody finally ran out of ammunition, there was a small white stream painted on the ground in front of him, that started about an inch from his knees. The stream was about two and a half feet long, I would have estimated, and about one quarter to one half of an inch wide. An impressive and admirable accomplishment to say the least.

"Thank you, boss," Cody muttered dreamily as he knelt there swaying back and forth slightly, his eyes closed and his face decorated with contentment . "That was the best ever.." Clearly the effort had drained him, though. His cock had deflated completely and hung there like a shriveled grape still on the vine.

"You're welcome, Cody," I responded absently. I was still trying to adjust to the unbelievable event I had just observed. "Now put your cock back in your jeans and zip up your jeans. Sit back on your heels, and make your self comfortable. You just sit there like a good little cowboy, until I call for you. Oh and put your hat back on."

"Oh, yes boss," Cody agreed wholeheartedly, in that same soft voice, as he started to tuck his penis back into his jeans. "Like a good little cowboy, 'cause that's what I am. I'm your good little cowboy." He smiled serenely as he spoke the last few words. It took him only a few moments to stuff his deflated monster into his jeans and zip his fly closed. Cody sat back on his heels and let his hands hang down on his thighs. He was the picture of contentment. I knew I could safely leave him like that for the short time I would need to deal with Dallas. There were some questions that I wanted to ask Cody, but they would have to wait for a while. I still had Dallas to attend to.

I turned and took a good long look at Dallas. He stood there smiling while he continued stroking his penis. I was mildly surprised that he had not asked me to let him relieve himself by now. Cody and Justin had been most emphatic about their desire to shoot their loads. Oh well, everyone is different I guess. I walked over to Dallas, my ears picking up the sound of his moans as he continued to stimulate himself.

"How are you doing, Dallas?" I asked him.

"Great boss. Just great," Dallas replied happily. He moaned a few more times, but did not saying more. For a brief moment I thought I saw a shadow of pain cross his face, but I could not be sure. I looked down at Dallas's cock and saw that it was just as stiff and hard as it had seemed earlier. I wondered what was taking him so long to work himself up to the edge of his climax.

"Do you feel like you want to cum, Dallas?" I asked him point blank.

"Oh yes, boss! I feel like I'm going to explode!" He answered in between breaths. "Boss, it's really starting to hurt!" He suddenly cried out in a pain wracked voice. I stood there stunned as I saw the joyous expression on his face crack and fall away to reveal the pain he clearly felt. Dallas wasn't just on the edge, he was hurting, really hurting. I reached out and touched his throbbing and sore cock with the tip of my right index finger.

Dallas screamed out loud with relief as he let fly. His eyes were bulging and his mouth was locked open as a wordless scream hurdled it way out of his throat. Dallas's entire body became rigid as every muscle seemed to lock in place. He was like a statue except for the wailing that continued to spill from his mouth. The stream of white lava that erupted from the tip of his aching cock arched up into the night air to land a few feet away from him, although I very much doubted if he even noticed. His eyes were unfocused looking at nothing as the waves of ecstasy crashed through his brain obliterating any and all thoughts that he may have had.

The shot of seamen was quick and brief. Well, compared to Cody and Justin, Dallas's eruption was brief, but far more intense. He shot his wad a surprising distance. I'm not sure how far it was exactly, but he out distanced both Cody and Justin. (Welcome sports fans to the newest Olympic event, the 'standing jerk off'.) I chuckled softly to myself as that thought rolled around my head for a few seconds. I stood there looking at Dallas standing there still holding his stiff and hard cock, wondering how long I should wait until I brought him back down to earth from whatever cloud nine he was on. Suddenly Dallas let out another howl of passionate joy, as an all too familiar white liquid oozed forth from the tip of his still swollen penis. The flow was slow and gentle, and it dribbled slowly to the ground in front of Dallas. I was caught off guard by the turn of events, but that did not lessen my enjoyment of it.

Dallas continue to pump his hips back and forth as his semen oozed out of the tip of his penis. All the while he moaned softly with joy, keeping his eyes closed. After about five minutes he stopped moving his hips and let his hands and arms drop down to his sides. His huge cock slowly deflated like one of those long tube balloons with a slow leak in it. It did not take long, though, before his cock was hanging limply from the front of his jeans. Dallas just stood there, though, with his eyes still closed and a smile on his lips.

"Thank you, boss," Dallas muttered. "I feel so much better now." Dallas let out a long slow sigh, slowly opened his eyes and turned to look at me, as he swayed slightly like a tree in a breeze.

"You'd best sit down and rest, before you fall down, Dallas," I told him, as his swaying became more pronounced. " But first you'd better put your cock back in your jeans and zip up your jeans," I added as an afterthought.

'Yes boss," he agreed as he crammed his cock into his jeans and zipped his fly closed. With that task completed he proceeded to slowly lower himself into a sitting position on the ground. Unlike the other two gentlemen, Dallas sat cross legged on the ground, with his denim covered legs barely an inch away from the not so small pool of his own semen that remained in front of him. He stared out into space, looking at nothing in particular.

I stood there looking down at Dallas, lost in thought for a few moments. I wasn't exactly sure as to what else I wanted to do with these cowboys tonight, but maybe if I chatted with Dallas I'd come up with something.

"Dallas, you were ready to cum for quite a while, weren't you?" I asked him.

"Yes, boss," he answered as he slowly turned his head and focused his eyes and attention back on me.

"If you've been that close for so long, why didn't you say anything?" I asked him.

"I didn't think that I should, boss," he said calmly. "I didn't' want to rush your time with the other guys. I figured that you get around to me eventually, and in the meantime I'd just have to hold it in."

"Even though you were hurting very badly, you didn't want to say anything?" I inquired.

"Yes boss," he answered.

"Dallas, you should have said something to me anyway. You might have hurt yourself by holding back like that. I don't ever want you to hurt yourself. So in future, when you are close or on the edge of your release be sure to tell me, okay?" I told him sternly.

"Yes boss. In future when I need to shoot my load I'll be sure to tell you," he agreed.

"Why d you keep referring to me as 'boss', Dallas?" I asked him. Now that the immediate demands of the cowboys had been met, as well as my own, I could indulge my curiosity about this rather strange form of address that both Dallas and Cody used when talking to me.

"A trail boss is in charge of the hands on a cattle drive, boss. You're in charge of me, and the other cowboys, and you're a cowboy too, so you must be a trail boss. Is there something wrong with that, boss?" Dallas said as concern and worry started to obscure the expression of delight that had been on his face earlier.

"No, it's fine," I reassured him. "I was just wondering why, is all. You go ahead and call me boss if you like. It's just fine with me."

"Thanks boss," Dallas said and the happy expression returned to his face.

"Would you mind answering a few questions for me, Dallas?" I asked him.

"I'd be happy to, boss. Ask way," Dallas beamed at me.

"Tell me the truth, though. Okay?" I said to him, while looking him in the eye and silently enforcing the command mentally.

"Of course, boss. I would never lie to you, boss," Dallas said, looking shocked at the suggestion that he might not be truthful with me.

"How did you, Cody and Justin arrive here tonight? Did you take separate vehicles?" I asked him.

"Cody drove us all over here from his place. He has a four by four truck with an extended cab, so there's enough room in the cab for four or five guys to sit comfortably," Dallas answered my question with a smile.

"I see. Thank you, Dallas," I said to him. He beamed back at me, happy to have been able to answer my question. "Cody said that all three of your were real cowboys. Would you mind telling me what event it is that each of you participates in, at a rodeo?"

"Sure thing, boss," Dallas answered eagerly. "Well, Justin there, he's a calf roper. Cody's a bull rider. And as for me, I'm a bull dogger."

"A bull dogger? What's that, Dallas?" I asked puzzled at his statement.

"I wrestle steers to the ground. I guess the greenhorn term is a steer wrestler, boss," Dallas offered in explanation.

"Thank you again, Dallas," I said as I smiled at him. Dallas's grin got even bigger when he saw the smile on my face. "Cody, Dallas, and Justin," I called out loudly so all three cowboys could hear me. "I would like all of you to stand up and walk back to the area of the parking lot where we first met. Be quick about it, now."

"Yes, boss! Yes, sir! Right, boss!" Three replies rang out almost as one. All three men sprang to their feet instantly, turned about and quickly walked off towards the area where we'd first met that evening. I followed, wondering what anyone else walking down that alley tonight would make of the small white puddles they would encounter. It did not take long for the group of us to arrive a the spot where all of this had started. The three cowboys stood there looking at me, their faces wreathed in smiles.

"Now cowboys, I would like you to stand in the same positions as when I first suggested the hypnosis tonight," I told them. They nodded their heads and started walking around. Cody placed himself in front of me, a few feet away. Dallas walked off to my right and stood there looking over at Cody. Justin walked off to my left and stood there looking back at Cody. The stage was set.

"Very good," I said to them. "None of you will remember jacking off in the alley. Until I tell you otherwise, it never happened. In a few moments I will count from zero to five. When I reach five only Cody will wake up. Justin and Dallas will remain hypnotized. Cody, you will have no knowledge that you were hypnotized. Does everyone understand?"

"Yes boss. Right, boss. Yes, sir," they answered all at once.

"Fine. Zero. One. Two. Three. Four. Five." I said as I counted Cody out. He woke up with a start. He looked at me confused for a moment, as if he were unsure what had just happened.

"So when are you going to start?" He asked me.

"I've already finished, Cody," I answered him. "Take a look at your friends."

"What?" He cried out in disbelief. He turned to his left and looked at Dallas. Cody's jaw dropped open in silent surprise as he saw his friend standing there will a blank look on his face, and a smile on his lips. Cody swallowed and then turned his attention to Justin. Cody's eyes went wide with surprise when he saw that Justin had the same blank smiling expression on his face.

"You hypnotized them? But why don't I remember them going under then?" He asked me, when he turned his attention back to me.

"You were so involved in watching them, Cody, that you almost went under too," I answered him. (So it was a lie. I planned to reacquaint Cody with the truth a bit later on.) "I had to yell out your name several times to get your attention."

Cody looked at his friends and looked back at me. "I still don't believe it," he said. "If they're hypnotized, make them do something silly." He challenged me.

"Dallas, go and kiss Cody's belt buckle, and stand beside Cody," I said to Dallas.

"Yes, boss," Dallas replied as he started walking over to Cody. Dallas moved in a completely normal manner. He didn't lurch or stumble. He simply walked over to Cody, bent down in front of Cody, and planted a quick kiss on Cody's cowboy belt buckle. Dallas then moved over to stand to Cody's left (or from my viewpoint to the right of Cody) and stood there, looking over at me calmly, waiting for his next instruction. The look on Cody's face when Dallas kissed his belt buckle was comical to say the least. Cody could not seem to believe that his friend had been hypnotized and was doing this.

"Justin, go and kiss the top of Cody's right boot. Afterwards you can go and stand on the other side of Cody and wait there," I said to Justin.

"Yes, sir," Justin replied and grinned at me happily. He walked over to Cody and dropped down to his knees in front of him. Justin bent down, kissed the top of Cody's right boot and then stood up. All the while, Cody's jaw hung open in total amazement at the behavior of his friend. Dallas's actions had surprised Cody, but Justin's were putting Cody in to a state of total shock. Oblivious to the effect he was having on Cody, Justin calmly walked over to Cody's right side, turned around to face me and stood there waiting patiently.

While Cody tried to gather up his scattered wits, I smiled to myself in silent satisfaction. I had thought about having Justin and Dallas kiss Cody's backside, but decided that might be too much for Cody to deal with right now. I didn't want to scare the guy, at least not just yet.

"Okay, I believe you," Cody admitted to me, somewhat reluctantly. "You hypnotized them, although I'm still not sure how you did it."

"Well, then, pay up," I said to him.

"Pay up?" Cody asked puzzled.

"The twenty dollars for cab fair that you mentioned earlier?" I reminded him.

"Okay, sure," Cody agreed, as he reached back and dug out his wallet. Oh how I wanted to see that action close up, but Cody was facing towards me. Maybe I could arrange something a little later. Somehow Cody removed that bulging wallet of his from his skin tight jeans. It took him only a few moments to fish out a twenty dollar bill. When he had done so, he replaced his wallet in his jeans, although I had no idea how he managed it. Cody walked over to me nervously and handed me the money. "I keep my word, greenhorn," he said with a slight curl to his lip. The man didn't like being proven wrong, obviously. My success tonight wasn't helping matters any.

"Dallas and Justin, this one time, when I say the word rope you will wake up and not remember anything that happened tonight during the time that I hypnotized you. Is that understood?" I asked the two entranced cowboys.

"Yes, sir. Yes, boss," they replied in unison.

I stuffed the twenty dollar bill from Cody, into the right front pocket of my jeans. "Rope," I called out. Dallas and Justin woke up with a jerk. They looked about confused and unsure of what had happened to them.

"Wait a sec," Justin said as he started to realize that something was amiss. "You and I were over there surrounding the greenhorn, and now we're standing here. Cody was standing over yonder, and now Cody and the greenhorn are standing beside each other. What in the name of red hot branding irons is going on here?"

"You tell them Cody," I said as I crossed my arms and relished the situation.

"The greenhorn did it," Cody said to his friends as he looked over at them. "He hypnotized the two of you, and thanks to you two I'm out twenty bucks." Cody sighed at his friends, and looked back at me, a grimace emerging on his features as he looked back at me. Cody looked back at his friends and then walked over to them. "Are you two okay? How do you feel?" He asked as his concern for his friends finally surfaced.