The Coffee Shop Pt. 04

"Your ass is so round and perfect," Cody cried out as he pulled his lips away from my buttocks. "I've never seen anything so beautiful before, boss."

"The denim of your jeans is like silk on my lips, sir," Justin cried out joyfully. "I wish you would let me lick your jeans, sir! I love the taste of your jeans on my lips, sir!"

"I want to rub my face all along your butt cheeks, boss," Dallas exclaimed. "I wish you would let me bury my nose in between your buttocks, boss. I want to get high on the perfume of your ass, boss," (Dallas was really laying it on thick, but I didn't care.)

"Oh, I'm in love with your ass, boss," Cody declared a few moments later. "I'll do anything you say, for just one more chance to put my lips up against those sweet butt cheeks of yours. God, I love your ass, boss."

"I want to buy you new jeans for your ass, sir!" Justin cried out. "An ass like yours deserves the best jeans that money can buy! You should have jeans in every colour of the rainbow! And if you were wearing jeans from me, sir, maybe you'd let me squeeze and fondle your ass, while I kiss it."

"Oh boss, I wish you would fart in my face right now," Dallas piped up. "Kissing your ass is so wonderful, but I wish I could smell you too. I hope one day you will let me wipe your bum after you take a shit, boss. It would be such and honour to clean the shit off of your ass."

I was flabbergasted by Dallas's remarks. Clearly he had taken the 'worship my ass' command a bit too far. It took me a few moments to realize that the kissing had stopped and that no one was grabbing my legs any more. I turned slowly about and looked down on the floor. There they were. My three little cowboy slaves, lying on their backs, their eyes closed and their lips puckered as they made soft kissing sounds. Their cowboy hats had been knocked off of their heads and were scattered about them.

"That's enough with the kissing boys," I told them. "Go and sit on the sofa again, like good little cowboys and wait for me there." They opened their eyes and bounded to their feet. Looking around for a second they each bent over and picked up their hats from the floor. Satisfied to have their hats back where they belonged, the three cowboys then headed off to the sofa and plopped themselves down on to it. I stood there in front of them as they wiggled around and made themselves comfortable again. Dallas was on my left, Cody on my right and Justin directly in front of me. I smiled as I realized this was the same arrangement as when I had first told them to take a seat on the sofa. The three of them sat there staring off into space looking at nothing in particular. The idiotic grins that they wore on their faces only added to the general impression of blissful happiness that they seemed to be lost in. I was sure I could have let them sit there all evening and they would have been as happy as pigs in muck. That suggested something intriguing, but I decided that I didn't want to deal with the hassle of a messed up living room this evening. So, I shelved that idea for another time and place.

"Dallas, remind me what event it is that each of you participates in, at a rodeo, would you please?" I asked Dallas as a new idea started to take shape in my mind.

"Sure thing, boss," Dallas answered eagerly, as he looked up at me. "Justin's a calf roper. Cody's a bull rider. I'm a bull dogger."

"Thank you, Dallas," I said to him. He beamed at me happily for a few seconds before he let his gaze drift on back to the far distant wall, and continued to stare off into space.

I knew now, what I was going to do with these cowboys. (Dramatic drum roll please. Damn. There's never a band around when you want one.) The only question was which cowboy would perform first. I looked down at the three of them sitting there staring off into space. Three handsome, hypnotized cowboys just waiting for me to start playing with them. Oh the possibilities. The sweet possibilities. My cock stiffen in anticipation.



Chapter 5. At The Rodeo.

"Justin, go and pick up one of the lassoes, and then come and stand by me," I ordered him.

"Yes, sir!" Justin cried out as he leaped from the sofa onto his feet. He looked about frantically trying to find the lassoes. He spotted them and dashed off towards them. He plucked one of the lassoes from the floor and then trotted over to where I was standing. He looked at me quizzically, wondering what I had in mind.

"Cody, remain on the sofa, and watch what happens," I told him. "You are going to be the crowd for this little rodeo of mine."

"Yes, boss," Cody grinned as he focused his attention back on me. "I love a good rodeo, boss."

"Dallas, take off your cowboy hat and then get down on all fours, please," I said to him. Dallas looked over at me, raised one eyebrow in surprise, and stood up. For a second I almost thought he was going to refuse my command, which would have been remarkable in itself. Instead he slowly grinned at me as he reached up and grabbed his cowboy hat with his right hand. He pulled the cowboy hat up and off of his head, turned to his left and tossed the cowboy hat unconcernedly on the sofa. His grin became larger as he slowly lowered himself down on to his hands and knees. He had a glimmering of what was probably going to happen, and it was clear that he liked the idea.

"Good going, guys," I commended them. "Now Justin when I snap my fingers you will wake up and be showing me just how good a calf roper you really are. You will see Dallas as the calf. He is a very special calf and you have treat him gently. Do not pull the rope tightly when you have it around his neck. You'll find that when you have snagged him with the lasso, he'll become docile and easy to manage. Your task with this roping is to get him onto his back and to use the lasso to tie up his front legs and then his back legs."

I paused for a breath and to gain a measure of control over the intense excitement I was starting to feel. "Dallas, when I snap my fingers you will wake up and be the calf that Justin is going to rope. You will not try to gore or harm Justin with your horns, your head or your limbs," I said to Dallas as I looked at him waiting there on all fours. "Remember Dallas, that once the lasso is around your neck you will stop moving about and become a docile and easy to manage calf. You'll cooperate with Justin as he ties you up."

I had a sudden flash of inspiration and called out to Cody, while I continued looking at Dallas. (What can I say? I so enjoy the sight of a cute guy, especially a cowboy down on all fours that it's hard for me to look away from such a delightful sight as that.) "Cody, when I snap my fingers you will wake up and be the judge of this rodeo. You get to score Justin on how good a job he does roping and tying up his calf."

"Great, boss!" Cody replied. "That's a lot more fun that just sitting here and watching."

"The snap of my fingers applies just this one time. Is that clear? Does every one understand what they are to do?" I asked.

"Yes, boss. Got it, boss. I'm ready to go, sir" They replied one after the other. A shiver coursed through my body as I placed the middle finger of my right hand next to my right thumb, and got ready to snap it. All the eyes of the cowboys were locked on my right hand as I held it up for them to see.

SNAP!

I glanced over to see Dallas, in full blown calf mode, scampering about the living room floor, on all fours. He was moving this way and that, zigzagging around and constantly changing his direction. I guess that the calf didn't want to make it too easy for the calf roper. Dallas even managed a few bellows as he scampered about the living room floor on his hands and knees.

The whirling sound of a lasso being twirled about caught my ears, and I moved my attention over to Justin. I backed up a few feet to try and get a better over all view of the rodeo that was taking place before me. Justin had a good firm grip on his lasso as he whirled it about his head getting ready for that all important first toss. He had a nice rhythm to his swinging of the lasso above his head. I especially enjoyed the manner in which the swaying motion of his body worked its way down to his hips. I backed up a bit more to get a better view of Justin's backside. My eyes were glued to that gently gyrating gluteus maxims of his, and I had no desire to look away. It was only the curiosity as to what Dallas's butt would look like as he scampered about, that caused me to look away from Justin and those killer buns of his.

Dallas looked as if he were thoroughly enjoying himself. He moved about the room eagerly on his hands and knees, showing not the slighted inclination to stop, and revealing just glimpses of his butt in the process. I felt a rush of excitement as Dallas turned away from me and moved off. Those jeans were beautifully wrapped around that ass of his. The wallet in his right hip pocket and the can of chewing tobacco in his left hip pocket helped to accentuate the wonderful curves of his buttocks, by pulling those jeans even more tightly across those sweet cheeks of his. I let my gaze follow Dallas about the living room as I watched him. It was both amusing and erotic, to see this cowboy taking on his role of a calf, so wholeheartedly. Dallas turned about and started moving towards me. It meant less of his butt to view, however his handsome face and heavy build made up for that. Dallas paused for a few moments, as he looked up at me, and that was his undoing. In the blink of an eye a rope looped over his head. A second later the lasso tightened about Dallas's neck. Dallas immediately froze where he was, his eyes glazing over. The rope of the lasso went slack.

"Got ya!" Justin cried out in triumph, as he hurried over to where Dallas crouched on his hands and knees. The look of joy on Justin's face was remarkable to me. He seemed genuinely happy to have snagged Dallas with the lasso. Perhaps it was because he was successful on his first toss of the lasso. In any case, Justin arrived beside Dallas in less than two shakes of a lamb's tail. Justin looked down at Dallas, as if unsure how he should proceed with the roping of this calf he'd just caught. Justin swatted down just in front of Dallas, to my everlasting delight, since this presented me will a full rear view of Justin's butt in that delectable position. (Sometimes things work out even better than you plan, or hope.) In that position his jeans were very snug against his buttock and thighs. As with Dallas, the items in Justin's hip pockets, the wallet in the left hip pocket and the can of tobacco in the right hip pocket made his jeans and his butt in general all that more appealing. This part of the show was over all too soon though.

Justin gently pulled Dallas to the ground by first lowering his head to the carpeted floor, and pushing him over. Dallas toppled over onto his left side which presented Justin and me with a view of the front of Dallas's body. It took Justin barely a second longer to roll Dallas onto his back. So there Dallas lay, flat on his back with a lasso snugly, but not tightly, around his neck, looking up at the ceiling with a completely blank expression and glazed over eyes. (Is that a picturesque sight or not?)

Justin grabbed Dallas's right wrist, and pulled up on Dallas's right arm. When Justin had Dallas's right arm positioned so that the elbow rested on Dallas's chest and the right arm pointed up in the air, Justin looped the rope about Dallas's right wrist. Justin placed the rope in his left hand and pulled upward gently to keep Dallas's right arm in that position. With his free right hand, Justin reached down and snagged Dallas's left hand, placing Dallas's left wrist beside Dallas's rope wreathed right wrist. It took only a few more loops of the rope about both of Dallas's wrists to effectively tie them together. I noted that Justin left some lack in the rope between the noose about Dallas's neck and his roped tied wrists. Dallas would be comfortable, but still bound. Justin placed the extra rope that dangled down from Dallas's bound writs so that the rope hung down in between Dallas's legs. Dallas seemed content to let his bound arms flop down on his stomach while Justin reached down towards Dallas's feet. Fortunately for Justin, Dallas was totally relaxed and limp otherwise I do not think that Justin would have been able to grab hold of Dallas's ankles and push up on Dallas's legs. Justin managed to keep Dallas's legs together while he folded them at the knee. It was as if Dallas had drawn his legs up towards his chest and stomach, only Justin was doing all the work. With Dallas's legs where he wanted them (where I wanted them too, if the truth be told), Justin managed to hold Dallas's legs in position with one hand while fishing for the rope with his free hand. Justin enthusiastically wrapped most of the remaining rope about Dallas's boots at about ankle level, effectively binding Dallas's feet together. As Justin let go of Dallas's legs and threw up his arms to signal the end of his run, the slight slack in the rope between Dallas's bound ankles and wrists was quickly taken up. I gulped a few times as the sight of Dallas lying there on the floor, hog-tied, and completely content to stay that way. During this time my cock not only remained stiff and hard, but it got harder if that was possible. I was vaguely aware that some drops of pre-cum were oozing out from the tip of my rock hard, rock steady cock. I was too engrossed in the scene before me to pay much attention to much of anything else.

Feeling quite proud of himself, Justin swaggered over to Cody, the judge of this event, to receive his score. I was hard pressed to force my eyes to follow Justin, instead of Dallas. I knew, though, that I would have to deal with Justin and Cody before I could start having my type of fun with Dallas. Apparently, the Cody and Justin did not see eye-to-eye on what score Justin should have been given, since their discussion started to get some what heated, by the time I arrived.

"I told you what you got, and that's that," Cody declared to Justin. I could hear a slight tone of annoyance creeping into his voice.

"But it's not fair," Justin complained. "I couldn't just throw the calf to the ground, like I usually do. I had to be gentle with him and that takes more time."

"Is there a problem here?" I interjected.

"There sure is," Justin said as he turned towards me. "This judge you appointed isn't being fair."

"Well never mind that, Justin," I said to him. "I'd like to shake your hand and congratulate you myself, if you wouldn't mind."

"Why, sure, go right ahead," Justin grinned at me as he held out his right hand. I placed my hand in his and smiled at him as I shook his hand.

"Yup, you did a great job, Justin," I praised him. "And now, as I shake your hand you're going back into that wonderful state of hypnosis."

"What?" Justin said looking baffled at my words. "Just by shaking your hand? Naw, there's no way that's gonna work on."

Justin's words faded away as his eyelids fluttered closed and his head dropped forward to his chest. He and his buddies were so suggestible from being in and out of hypnosis that I didn't need to use the trigger phrases. Just reminding them that I could hypnotize them would trigger the subconscious desire and need in their minds to go back into hypnosis. Justin stood there completely at ease and all too happy to be back in his hypnotic trance. A small smile graced his lips as he waited for his next command from me. Justin was still holding my hand as he stood there in front of me, hypnotized once more and awaiting my next command. I let go of his hand as I smiled at him. His right arm dropped swiftly to his right side.

"That's a pretty good trick," Cody said as he looked at Justin standing there, hypnotized and quiet. "I wish you could teach me that sometime."

"Time for you to join him, Cody," I said as I turned and looked at him.

"No way!" Cody cried out to me, as he realized what I was implying. "I'm not letting you shake my hand. Not after what I just saw. And I ain't going back into a trance, neither." Cody moved a few steps away from me, crossed his arms in front of his chest and glared at me. Cody may have been hypnotized by me and been molded into my willing slave tonight, but he still retained his disbelief that he could be hypnotized. I suppose that is one of things that made hypnotizing him such fun in the first place. I got a big kick out of proving him wrong.

"There's no need for me to do that, Cody," I said to him calmly. "In fact, I don't have to touch you or even say your trigger phrase. Just the suggestion from me, that I want you back in your hypnotic trance is enough to send you back now. In a few seconds you're going to look down at my belt buckle and the sight of it will cause you to go back into your hypnotic trance. Even now you can feel the urge to look at my belt buckle, building within you. In less than a minute you won't be able to resist a quick peek at my belt buckle and that is all it will take." (You see the incredible possibilities that my super hypnosis powers present? Is it any wonder that Andy felt he had to test me?)

"You're crazy, do you know that?" Cody exclaimed, as he continued to glare at me. He deliberately turned his head up and to the right, looking as far away from me as he could. I merely smiled to myself as I waited for the inevitable.

"There just isn't any way that line of bull is going to work on me," Cody declared out loud as he continued to look away from me. I saw his eyes glance in my direct for a split second, though. The urge was building, just as I said it would.

Cody's head twitched and moved slightly in my direction. A few seconds later he turned back to face me, making sure to look directly into my eyes. He smiled at me full of confidence. "It's not going to work you know," he assured me. "But I'll humor you anyway." He flicked his eyes down to look at my belt buckle as he continued talking. "See? I told you" His words died on his lips as he slipped back into his hypnotic trance. In less than a heartbeat Cody's eyes snapped shut and his chin dropped down to his chest as he let out his breath in a long slow deep sigh. His arms remained crossed in front of his chest.

"Cody and Justin, you two be good little cowboys. Go sit on the sofa and make yourselves comfortable again until I call for you," I ordered them. "And be careful not to sit on Dallas's hat." I cautioned them.

"Yes, boss. Yes, sir," they chimed as they opened their eyes, turned around and walked over to the sofa in the living room. They sat down on the sofa, one at each end. They settled in, and proceeded to stare off into space again, with those stupid (but strangely attractive and sexy) grins on their faces. They were facing towards me.

Now I was free to play with Dallas. I walked over to where he was lying there still tied up, and I smiled down at him. I was standing over him, a cute tied up cowboy. It was a wonder that I didn't drool on him. Let's face it. The situation was arousing to say the least. A blonde haired, blue-eyed, good looking, stud of a cowboy lying there on the floor hog-tied with a lasso around his neck. (I'm not sure why exactly, but I think there is just something about blonde-haired blue-eyed guys that really interests me.) His legs drawn up to his chest, and bent at the knee of course, which meant that his jeans would be stretched snugly across his buttocks. Even if you are not a butt man like me, you have to admit that such a sight would interest you at the very least. (If not, then I'm sure some other aspect of the situation would be attractive to you. After all Dallas was at least an 8.5 out of 10 on the cute meter.)

I knelt down beside Dallas and spoke softly into his ear, "Dallas, this one time, when I touch you on the forehead you will awaken from your hypnotic trance. You will no longer be a calf, you will be yourself fully awake and aware of what is going on." I wait a few moments for my words to sink into his mind before I touched his forehead.