The Coffee Shop Pt. 04

"I'm okay," Dallas answered looking Cody square in the eye.

"I feel pretty good, actually," Justin replied. "In fact, I can't remember the last time I felt this good."

Satisfied that his friends had not suffered any from my hypnotizing them, Cody turned his attention back to me. "Go on, get out of here, greenhorn," he ordered me. "I told you I'd let you off if you succeeded in putting my friends under, and you did. I'd still like to teach you a lesson, but we had an agreement, and a cowboy keeps his word." Cody glared at me like a gold medal winner at the Olympics who's just been cheated out of his meal on a technicality.

"I bid you good night, gentlemen," I said to them. I slowly turned around and walked away from them, satisfied that my point had been proven. The next thing I knew my right arm was being wrenched behind my back and a hand was covering my mouth. In short order I was marched over to a remote section of the parking lot. That's what I got for turning my back on guys like this. I had tried to find an easy and harmless way out of the situation. I had even offered these guys a chance to just walk away from the situation and to leave me in piece. Apparently they were slow learners. I'd soon fix that.

It did not take us long to arrive at a truck. Logic suggested it was Cody's truck. As soon as we got there I was turned around to see a rather angry Cody looking back at me.

"I want my money back, greenhorn," Cody declared. "You have a choice. You can hand it over quietly, or we can take it from you. Which is it going to be?"

I looked at Cody and waited for the hand to be removed from in front of my mouth. When it was clear that I wasn't going to resist them, the hand was slowly removed, but the grip on my right arm remained.

"Fine, you can have your money back," I said to Cody. "So this is how a cowboy keeps his word, is it?" I asked as I looked around a bit. Cody was in front of me, with Justin standing beside him on Cody's right. So it had to be Dallas who was holding me. Now that I knew that, the rest would be easy.

"I kept my word," Cody said as he grinned at me. "I said I'd let you go, but I never said that my friends would." He chucked at my predicament. "They are the ones retrieving my money for me. I'm not laying a finger on you."

"That's the first intelligent thing you've said all evening," I said to Cody and grinned back at him, with more self assurance and confidence that a person out numbered three to one, should have had.

"What are you smiling at, greenhorn?" Cody asked, as his quick temper flared up again.

"I'm smiling at three rednecks who don't know when to leave well enough alone," I said to Cody. "Cowboy up, Dallas." I called out. A few seconds later the hands holding me slipped away and I was free. I turned around to take a quick look at Dallas. As expected he was standing there with his eyes open, looking off into the distance, a small smile on his lips. His arms were hanging limply by his side. He was once again my hypnotized cowboy slave, responding only to me. I turned back to look at a surprised Cody and Justin.

"Cowboy up, Justin," I cried out. Cody was too stunned at Dallas's unexpected release of me to react at first. With the mention of Justin's name, Cody snapped his head to his right and saw Justin's eyes become unfocused and his gaze distant as he returned to his hypnotic trance. As he stared at Justin, Cody saw Justin's lips slowly curve into a small smile similar to the one on Dallas was wearing.

"Dallas and Justin, grab Cody and hold him," I called out. My two cowboy slaves reacted quickly. Justin grabbed Cody's right arm securely and hung on like a bulldog until Dallas could arrive to grab Cody's left arm. Cody never had a chance. They overpowered Cody in less than thirty seconds. I waited to be sure that they hand a firm grip on Cody, before I did anything else. Cody struggled for a minute or so, trying to break away, but he wasn't able to.

"What the fuck did you do to my friends?" Cody cried out as he glared at me in frustration and fear.

"I merely put them back into their hypnotic trances," I informed him. "I never said that I wouldn't hypnotize them again. In fact I even gave you a chance to walk away from all this, but you decided not to take it."

"Chance what chance?" Cody asked, as he continued his struggle to break free.

"You could have just left me alone, after you paid off your bet with me," I said to him. "I did as I said I would. I hypnotized your friends, and I proved it to you. You could have just left me alone at that point. But you didn't. You and your friends decided that you still wanted to teach me a lesson. I'm afraid that is it you and your friends who are going to be learning a lesson or two this evening."

"I don't think so," Cody said sneering at me. "These guys can't hold me forever. Sooner or later I'll break free and then you are dog meat."

"Your friends don't have to hold you much longer, since you'll be joining them momentarily," I informed Cody.

"Me? No way!" Cody cried out. "You never hypnotized me!" He was quick to understand what I had implied, but that would not help him any.

"Cowboy up, Cody," I said quietly.

Cody's response was immediate. His eyes took on a vacant stare, and his entire body went limp as he ceased his struggling. He stood there looking out at nothing, waiting for my command.

"Dallas and Justin, release Cody," I commanded them. They complied instantly. Cody's arms dropped down to hang limply by his side. Like Dallas and Justin, Cody was back in his hypnotic trance, and he too was smiling a small smile. He was once again my willing and obedient cowboy slave. (Maybe I was stating that fact too often, but I could not help it. I did so enjoy these situations, where guys brought this on themselves.) I looked at my watch. It was only 8:30 PM. I smiled to myself as I realized I had lots of time available to continue playing with these cowboys. Originally I had planned to let them off the hook, but their sneak attack on me had convinced me that they would only understand a show of force. So a show of force is exactly what I intended to give them, but not here in the parking lot.

"Cody, that's your truck right?" I asked him.

"Yes, boss. It's my truck," he acknowledged.

"Good. Go and unlock the doors and then get inside," I ordered him. "You're going to drive me home."

"Right away, boss," Cody responded and walked over to the truck and unlocked the passenger side door. Cody then walked around the truck, unlocked the driver side door, opened it and climbed inside. He made himself comfortable on the seat and then slammed the door closed with a thump.

"Dallas and Justin, get inside the truck and sit in the back seat," I instructed them.

"Yes, boss. Yes, sir" they chanted at me and walked over to Cody's truck. It took them only a minute or so to open the passenger door, flip the passenger seat forward and climb in to the back seat. Of course this meant that they had to present their backsides to me as they bent over to climb into the back seat of the truck. It was a wonderful, if all too brief, sight. I didn't have time to take advantage of the situation, though. Besides there would be time enough later on for me to examine those denim clad buttocks. Right now I had other concerns to deal with.

Once Dallas and Justin were seated in the back seat, I walked over and took a look in the bed of the pickup truck. I grinned as I saw some rope and a couple of lassos lying there. It was better than I'd hoped. I headed back to the open passenger door of the pickup truck. I flipped the passenger seat back, and then climbed into the passenger seat of Cody's truck. I reached over and slammed the door shut. I looked at Cody sitting there, with that blank expression still on his face. I knew that I couldn't expect him to drive his truck while still in hypnosis, so I would have to bring him out of it. But first, I would have to come up with an acceptable cover story for all three of these cowboys.

(By the way, Cody's pickup truck was dark midnight blue, with brightly polished chrome. I don't know much about automobiles, makes and models. I can tell the difference between a pickup truck and min van, but that's about it. I much prefer to focus my attention on my hypnosis subjects and how they are dressed. We all focus on what is important to each of us.)

I sat there in that pickup truck with three hypnotized cowboy slaves, trying to think up a good cover story. I decided to keep it simple, since the story would only have to be believed by these guys during the drive to my apartment. I wet my lips and spoke out loud to them. "Cowboys, listen up. In a few moments I will count from zero to five. When I reach five all of you will wake up. The only events that you will remember from your hypnosis tonight are that I successfully hypnotized Justin and Dallas. You will also remember how I had Dallas kiss Cody's belt buckle, and had Justin kiss the top of Cody's right cowboy boot, to prove to Cody that both Dallas and Justin were hypnotized. You will not recall any of the events in the alley, nor any of the events of your attack upon me after Cody paid off his bet to me. None of you will not remember Cody being hypnotized by me tonight. Is that clear?"

"Yes, boss. Yes, sir. Right, boss," They chimed in, and nodded their heads slightly.

"Good," I said and continued with my instructions. "Justin and Dallas so enjoyed the brief bout of hypnosis that they wanted to be hypnotized some more. It was Cody's idea to drive over to my apartment to continue with the hypnosis of Justin and Dallas. Cody wants to see what else they will do while they are hypnotized. When you wake up it will seem perfectly normal to you, that we are about to drive over to my apartment for some more hypnosis. When we get inside my apartment, all of you will be eager to get started. Cody, you will be sure to bring the lassoes with you to my apartment."

I paused to catch my breath. "Is every one clear about this?" I asked them.

"Yes, sir. Yes, boss. All set, boss," the cowboys replied, still grinning and looking off into space.

"Zero. One. Two. Three. Four. Five." I said slowly and clearly, while looking over at Cody.

He blinked his eyes a few times, and then looked around a bit as if he were unsure of where he was, and why. The confusion on his face evaporated when he turned to his right and saw me sitting there.

"Buckle up, Hoss," he said to me, as he reached over and grabbed his seat belt. He quickly snapped it into the catch. "We ain't going nowhere until everyone's strapped in."

At least he wasn't calling me greenhorn anymore. I guessed that was an improvement of some kind. I reached over and did up my seat belt. "I'm all set, Cody," I said to him.

"So am I," Dallas called out from the back seat.

"Me, too," Justin chimed in.

"Good," Cody said and looked over at me expectantly. "Well?" He asked me a few seconds later.

"Well, what?" I asked him back.

"Well, where are we heading off to?" He asked me, as he started up the engine. It rolled over easily and purred into life.

"Oh, sorry," I said, as I realized I had neglected to tell him my address. As soon as I had given him my address Cody pulled smoothly out of the parking lot and headed off in the general direction of my apartment. The trip to my apartment building was short, but only because Dallas and Justin kept pestering me with questions about hypnosis and how it was that I had managed to hypnotize them in the first place. I gave them my standard pat answers. I explained to them that hypnosis was based on trust and on a desire of the subject to actually want to be hypnotized. Cody didn't say a word as he drove to my apartment. He was listening to our conversation no doubt. Justin and Dallas expressed concern that they wouldn't be able to go back under when we got to my apartment, because they were nervous about being alone with me. I assured them that since Cody was there, nothing would happen, and that they would be safe enough. For some reason they didn't take much comfort in that fact.

We arrived at my apartment building soon enough, but not soon enough for me. I was really looking forward to putting these three cowboys back under. Cody parked his truck in the parking space reserved for me. It wasn't a problem since I didn't have a car anyway. The trip up in the elevator was quiet, without anyone saying anything. Cody merely smiled at me in silence, as he held onto the lassoes that he was carrying. Dallas and Justin looked nervous for some reason, but I put that down to the excitement of being hypnotized again. We arrived at the door of my apartment. I opened it, and walked in with the three cowboys in tow. They followed me into the apartment and waited quietly while I closed the front door. I motioned them to follow me as I headed for the living room.

"Would you guys like anything before we start?" I asked them as we stood there in the living room looking at each other. Dallas and Justin walked away from Cody looking around the room a bit. In a few seconds they were beyond my line of sight.

"We surely would," Cody answered as he grinned at me, while he played with the lassoes in his hands. He nodded his head and his grin took on a menacing overtone. Suddenly I felt a stab of fear in my stomach, and I felt that familiar sudden creepy crawly feeling on my forehead. I took a deep breath as I felt my arms being grabbed by two sets of hands. You think I would have learned my lesson by now, at least as far as Cody was concerned. He was not a man to be trusted, or so it would seem. Then again, I had not told him that he and his friends could not attack me.

"Cowboy up, Justin! Cowboy up, Dallas!" I screamed out as quickly as I could. As fast as I was, I acted barely in time. My mouth was covered just as I finished saying the name Dallas. The hands that had been gripping me suddenly relaxed. I quickly shook myself free of their gripe while keeping my eyes on Cody. Waves of relief washed over me and I realized just how close I had come in avoiding another serious problem with Cody and his friends.

All those thoughts were momentarily eclipsed as I enjoyed the change in Cody's expression. The gloating grin on his face melted away to be replaced by a state of complete surprise and shock, as he beheld the sight of his buddies slipping back into their hypnotic trances. (That's what I get for telling these guys to forget their earlier attack on me. They didn't know that it hadn't been successful, and so they were trying it again.) It was a comical sight indeed to see Cody standing there moving his mouth without making a sound. He looked like a fish out of water. If the truth be told, I actually enjoyed seeing Cody standing there puzzled and confused as to what had just happened. My enjoyment was cut short as Cody suddenly dropped the lassoes from his hands, turned and bolted towards the front door, with his hands covering his ears. .I smiled to myself as I realized that I would not have to send Dallas and Justin out after Cody. The front door wasn't locked, it was true, but that wasn't necessary either. Cody wasn't getting away, although he was probably too confused right now to realize it.

"Cowboy up, Cody!" I screamed out at him as soon as he placed one hand on the doorknob, in an attempt to open the door. That was all it took. Cody froze in place as he dove down deep into his hypnotic trance.

"Close and lock the front door, Cody. Then come back here and tell me what you had planned to do just a few moments ago," I ordered him.

"Yes, boss," Cody replied as he closed the door firmly and fiddled with the dead-bolt. Slowly he turned around and walked over to where I was standing in the living room. He walked right up to me and began speaking to me. "I was planning to rob you, boss. My friends and I were going to take all your money and wreck up your place, to teach you a lesson about hypnotizing cowboys. I figured that if we could gag you, you wouldn't be able to put Justin and Dallas back under." Cody stood there grinning at me, happy to have carried out his instructions. He didn't much care about what it was that he was saying, only that he was obeying my orders. I was only mildly upset with Cody. His plan had failed. Now I would have some fun, with him and his friends, while teaching them a lesson or two in the process. I started by having them clear out the living room furniture, so that there would be lots of room for us to play. With the three of them working as a team, this didn't take long. Afterwards, I told them to all sit down on the living room sofa and wait for further instructions. I needed a few minutes to think about and plan out what I was going to do with my three cowboy slaves.

I stood there looking down at Dallas, Justin and Cody as they sat there on the living room sofa, which was now in the dining room. The sight of three major league stud muffin cowboy hunks, deeply hypnotized and just waiting for my next command was intoxicating to say the least. Their faces were calm and relaxed, with a slight smile brushing against their lips. They were staring off into space, totally oblivious to anything that happened around them. I touched each of their foreheads, one at a time, and scanned their minds. What I found made my cock stiffen with joy. They were completely and totally willing to do anything I told them. They didn't care what happened to them as long as they could continue to serve me. (I had a brief flashback to my first session with Steven Stokes, the hunk of a cop who had been one of my first subjects. He had reacted the same way. It had been a long time since I'd encountered a subject who surrendered so completely. Usually I had to enforce that surrender, but these three guys were different. Their surrender was total and absolute. It must have been from that powerful compulsion field I'd set up when I first hypnotized them. It seemed that the field was far stronger than I'd realized.) I leaned over and kissed each of them gently on the cheek, in silent thanks for the wonderful subjects that they were. They each reacted in the same way. They let out a soft sigh, and the smiles on their faces grew bigger.

I looked down at them, lost in the wonder of the moment. I couldn't help smiling to myself as I realized that the evening was going to be a heck of a lot more fun that I'd thought. Originally I was going to have some harmless fun with these good ol' boys, but not any longer. Now, I was going to have fun AND educate them. "Well, kiss my ass," I declared absently, into the dead silence of the room.

Suddenly all three of the cowboys bolted off the sofa and ran around to the back of me. Before I quite realized it, I felt several hands grabbing my thighs and holding on tightly, while my buttocks were assaulted by something being pressed into them, over and over. Loud smacking sounds assaulted my ears and slowly I suddenly realized that my expression of awe had been interpreted by my cowboy slaves as a command. I would have to watch what I said in the future, lest there be an unfortunate accident. Still this was a most enjoyable turn of events.

"Keep on kissing it, boys," I told them as I savoured the moment, and the feeling of these three cowboys worshipping my ass. (I just bet YOU wish you could arrange something like that don't you? Well, I suppose you could try hanging out at a rodeo, since that is where you will find real cowboys. However, without powers like mine you're not going to be very successful. You're more likely to get your ass whipped than worshipped. Don't say I didn't warn you.) "When you have kissed my ass five times, declare to me how much you enjoy kissing my ass. After you do that you may continue to kiss my ass. Each time that you kiss my ass, you go down even deeper, and become more and more relaxed. Soon and very soon indeed you'll be so relaxed that you won't be able to get up off the floor. All you will be able to do is to lie there on your backs and purse your lips as you try to keep kissing my ass." Oh I was one bad boy for doing this. There was no need to have these cowboys humiliate themselves like this. They were all straight men, after all. (Another fact I obtained from my scan of their minds.) However, we were alone and it would serve a purpose. It would teach them not to mess with me in the future. It was also a hell of a lot of fun! (There I go again, justifying my actions to myself. That's the problem with having a conscience. It keeps you from doing anything really naughty.)