The Coffee Shop Pt. 04

"No, Justin, it does not mean you are gay," I assured him. "It only means that you are being a good little cowboy and following all my suggestions. Your body and mind are simply responding to my hypnotic suggestions and power. Your interest in women has not changed." I moved my face away from Justin's left nipple and unwrapped my hands and arms from about his chest. I looked down at the front of Justin's jeans. Once I had clearly located my target, I placed my hands on top of that long hard denim shrouded shaft of his and moved my hands slowly up and down along its entire length.

"CHRIST ALMIGHTLY, SIR!" Justin screamed out at me. "Your your hands on my cock! Oh god, sir! I've never felt so good, sir! Please sir, please? Please, sir take out my cock and hold it, sir?"

I continued to stroke Justin's long hard organ, while I ignored his pleas. It took only a few more strokes of my fingers over his hot and hard card to start the loud moans splashing out of his throat, which cut off any further pleas from Justin. I was amazed at the hardness of his cock and how when I pressed down on it just a bit, Justin let out a loud hoot like an owl overdosed on amphetamines. As much as Justin might want to feel my hands on his cock, that simply wasn't going to happen. I knew that as surely as I knew my own name. My promise to Andy stood between my fingers and Justin's cock like a six inch thick steel plate.

"Do your shirt back up, Justin," I ordered him as I continued to move my fingers about and around his cock. I might not wind up with my fingers encircling his cock, but I was going to enjoy myself as much as possible. I got ready to move my hands to other interesting areas.

"Yes, sir," Justin called out in between hoots. I flicked my eyes upward to confirm that Justin was carrying out his orders. Justin continued to move his body up and down in time to some musical beat that only he could hear, as he dragged his hands and arms back up towards his chest. Slowly his hands fumbled their way to the lowest button on his cowboy shirt. His fingers clumsily inserted the button into the button hole, but it took several bungled attempts before the task was completed. In all fairness to Justin, I wasn't exactly helping his concentration any, with my enthusiastic playing of his organ.

I thrust my hands down past the end of the fly of Justin's jeans, heading directly for his crotch. I didn't stop when I got there though. I let my hands roam all along the bottom of Justin's crotch, and then out and downward along the insides of both his thighs. I stroked the inside of his thighs, with long smooth gentle brushes of my hands.

"OH SIR!!!! YOUR HANDS ARE DEVINE!!!!!! OH GOD, SIR!!! PLEASE DON'T STOP, SIR!!!" Justin caterwauled as his sexual excitement continued to sore.

"Let me know when you're done with your shirt, Justin," I said calmly as I continued to amuse myself with Justin. I reached up past and behind Justin's crotch with my right hand as I groped Justin's buttocks. I had to bend down a bit to get a really good gripe on his buns with both of my hands, but it was worth it. They were such nice fleshy round mounds. I sighed with pleasure as I gave them a great big two handed squeeze.

"FUCK ME, I'M DONE, SIR!!!" Justin screamed back at me, heedless if anyone in the next city heard him, much less anyone in the next apartment. "YOU'RE GRABBING MY ASS, SIR! I CAN'T BELIEVE HOW GOOD THIS FEELS!! YOUR HANDS GRABBING AND SQUEEZING MY ASS, SIR! PLEASE, SQUEEZE ME LIKE A GRAPE, SIR!!"

(By now the more astute readers may have come to the conclusion that at this point in time, Justin was enjoying himself just a tiny little bit. Gee, what was your first clue?) I stopped my manhandling of Justin's rear, with extreme reluctance, as I saw the light blue denim start to darken around the end of that long hard bulge in Justin's jeans. "Justin, open your fly, take out your cock and point it up towards your chest," I instructed him as I backed a step or two away from him.

"Oh, yes sir!" He cried out joyfully, knowing what was about to happen. His hands practically flew to the front of his jeans, and whipped open his fly in no time flat. There wasn't any bungling this time. Justin extracted his cock from his jeans in a smooth and quick motion, that came from long hard years of practice. He gulped a few times as he tenderly wrapped his hands about his cock and pointed that monster of his towards the sky. Slowly Justin looked over at me, and silently begged me to let him launch his missile from his silo.

"Justin, you will cum when you say out loud, 'I am your cowboy toy and my ass is yours'," I called out to him.

"I AM YOUR COWBOY TOY AND MY ASS IS YOURS, SIR!!!!" Justin screeched out immediately. His entire body went ridge like an iron rod as Justin erupted. The white lava that spewed forth from that steaming slit at the tip of Justin's cock, shot upwards to the roof of my apartment. It fell far short of the mark though. Justin's cum flew up past the top of his jeans and on past his belt buckle, landing just below his sternum. Actually, it was difficult for me to be sure exactly where Justin's cum landed on his white cowboy shirt. White on white is a bit hard to make out, after all. Justin howled with gusto as his mind and body were flooded with wave after wave of erotic bliss. His muscles slowly relaxed as the strain of his ejaculation started to fade. Justin continued to pump his body up and down slowly as he leaned his weight against the living room wall. After about a minute of this Justin's eyes cracked open and he looked over at me. He smiled at me as if he had just won a multimillion dollar lottery, or something. Unquestionably he was very pleased with himself. I smiled back at him in a friendly manner. (What else do you do at a time like that?) Justin closed his eyes dreamily as a sudden loud and low pitched moan forced itself from his lips. I flicked my eyes down from Justin's flushed face towards his still stiff cock. As I expected, a somewhat smaller flow of white liquid was ebbing over the top of Justin's cock and making it's way down the sides if his cock. There wasn't very much cum, but it did manage to spread out and over the tops of Justin's uppermost fingers as they lay clutched around that steel hard shaft of his.

I stood there and luxuriated in the sight of this 100 percent all American (actually he was Canadian,) cowboy, leaning there against my living room wall, making a mess all over himself. All the while Justin continued to move his body up and down as he repeatedly stood up on his tips of his toes, and then lowered himself back onto his heels. It was a tad humiliating for him, true, and would be even more when I brought him out of hypnosis. It was, however, poetic justice as far as I was concerned. What made it all the more delightful for me, was that he was enjoying himself completely, and later there would be no way he could deny it, even if he wanted to. The expression of utter bliss on his face, mixed with the somewhat empty look in his eyes was a captivating combination. I toyed with the idea of walking up to him and planting a long deep kiss on those lovely lips of his, since I knew he wouldn't offer even a token of resistance. It's my weakness, I guess. My knees melt when I see a good looking guy, hypnotized into a state of total servitude, while enjoying himself completely in the process. I knew that was Justin's mental state. I'd discovered that fact when I was sucking his nipples earlier. It had become a somewhat involuntary habit of mine, to scan a man's mind when I had physical contact with his body. I knew when I was doing a scan, but the scans started without exerting any conscious effort on my part. I suspected that these mental 'checks' of mine were becoming instinctive.

Justin's flow of semen stopped a few minutes after his initial release, and a few minutes after that Justin's body stopped moving in that cycle of up on his toes and back on his heels. Justin was drained in more than one way. His legs slowly buckled beneath him, and he gradually slid down the wall like a plant slowly wilting in the hot afternoon sun, smiling that sappy smile of his all the while. Justin ended up sitting on his bum, still leaning back against the wall, with his legs folded up in front of him, but that didn't last long. As the waves of relaxation passing through his body started to melt his muscles, his legs slowly crept down and out in front of him, moving apart slightly at the same time. As I stared at Justin sitting there with his legs splayed out in front of him, I had to admit to myself that he was a very tempting target. If I hadn't had something far more interesting in mind, I would have started stripping him down on the spot. (Come on now, admit it. If you had a guy in a position like that wouldn't YOU want to see what he looked like with his clothes off?) I noticed that Justin's legs weren't the only part of him that had become relaxed. His cock had long since become flaccid and was reverting to it's normal state.

"Justin, listen up," I said to him raising my voice slightly to be sure I caught his attention.

"Yes, sir," he said dreamily as he slowly turned his head to look at me and focused his eyes on me. It seemed to take a major effort on his part, which wasn't all that surprising when you consider what he had just been through.

"Put your cock back in your jeans, and do up your jeans. After that you may spread your cum all over the front of your shirt and your jeans," I said to him looking him squarely in the eyes. I wasn't sending commands to him, I was merely insuring that he knew I was serious. "When your cum has dried up you can go and sit on the sofa and slip back down into a wonderfully deep level of hypnosis. You'll like that, won't you?"

"Oh, yes sir, I will!" Justin agreed heartily. He broke his eye contact with me, and looked down towards his fly. I watched as he crammed his cock into his jeans and zipped his fly closed. His right hand moved down to the front of his jeans searching for some semen to spread around, while his left hand flew up to the middle of his chest and got to work on the pool of semen that clung there. As Justin began to move his fingers over his messy shirt and jeans, he let out a long sigh of subdued pleasure. It was clear that he truly did enjoy doing anything that I told him to do. I did so love it when my powers turned a man into such a responsive and receptive subject. I left Justin to tend to his duties, walked a few feet away from him, and turned toward the sofa. The best I had left for last. Cody.



Chapter 6. Cody.

You have to understand that when I said I had left the best for last, I wasn't only referring to those sprayed on jeans of Cody's that covered his wonderful butt. I was also referring to the fact that the evening's adventures and my nearly being beating to a bloody pulp were the direct result of Cody. It all originated with him. So, since it was all his idea, I had to come up (no pun intended) with something especially different and unique for him. The problem was, I couldn't think of anything at the moment. (Oh such a dilemma. To have a hypnotized hot hunk of a stud of a cowboy, and not have any idea what to do with him. Woe, is me!) Well, that's not exactly true. I knew what Cody was going to do to help Dallas out with his role in the rodeo, but after that it was anybody's guess. I let out a small sigh of exasperation, and decided to continue on with what I had in mind. Maybe something would pop into my head while I was watching Cody and Dallas. (I had heard of writer's block, but this was my first encounter with hypnotist block, that situation where you run out of ideas of what to do with the stud that you've just hypnotized.)

"Dallas and Cody come here and stand by me," I called out to the two spaced out cowboy studs. They blinked their eyes a few times as my instructions sank into their minds, passing through the mental fog of delights that they were lost in.

"Yes boss," they chimed in unison as they slowly stood up. They blinked their eyes a few more times before they trotted over to me with that classic and very sexy cowboy gait. You know the one, where the cowboy walks with just a slight swagger? I felt a slight rush of pleasure surf through me as I watched them amble over to me. I made a mental note to myself to see about attending the Calgary Stampede next year. (If one wants cowboys, one must go where the cowboys are.)

Dallas and Cody looked at me calmly with small smiles on their faces, ready to do whatever I might ask of them. (This was the reason why I so enjoyed hypnosis sessions with guys. The heady feeling that I got knowing that these men, and their bodies were mine to command, literally, was a thrill beyond any drug or amusement ride in the world.) "Dallas, you're going to show me your steer wrestling skills, and Cody you're going to be the steer," I instructed them. "Dallas be careful how you handle Cody. I think it would be best if you grabbed his shoulders when you wrestle him to the ground, rather than grabbing his head. When I snap my fingers the steer wrestling even starts. Does everyone understand what they are to do?"

"Yes, boss," Dallas answered as he walked away from me and headed out into the open area of the living room. He was going to need some space to do his bull dogging.

"Okay, boss," Cody responded with somewhat less enthusiasm than Dallas. Cody slowly dropped to his hands and knees as he got into character. Cody reached up with his right hand and removed his cowboy hat. He tossed his cowboy hat in the general direction of the sofa, not seeming to care if he managed to get it on the cushions of the sofa. He looked up at me for a moment and I could see that he was unhappy about having to play his part. His heart just was not in it. I reached down and touched Cody's forehead. As he was on his hands and knees right next to me, it was a short reach.

"Cody, you're going to be the best steer you can possibly be," I told him. "Dallas is your friend, and you want him to enjoy himself, so you're going to do your best and you're going to enjoy it." It seemed only fair to make sure that Dallas had some fun. Besides which, with Cody down on all fours I got to see that wonderful butt of his in action. (Okay, so the REAL reason for this entire steer wrestling event was that I wanted to see Cody's butt in action. Could you blame me?)

"I sure will, boss!" Cody replied, as his eyes lit up with newfound enthusiasm.

"Ready, boss," Dallas called out to me as he stood there looking over at Cody and myself. I moved away from Cody a few feet as I realized that I might get caught up in the crossfire, as it were. I held up my right hand, being sure that they could both see it, and placed my right middle finger next to my thumb as I prepared to snap my fingers.

SNAP!

They were off! Cody scurried away on all fours as fast as he could, with his lovely behind wiggling back and forth like a honeybee doing one of those tail wagging dances that bees do to tell the other bees where the honey is. (Cody didn't have to do that though. I KNEW where the honey was. That honey of an ass of Cody's was heading away from me as fast as it could!) Dallas walked quickly to where Cody was. There was no need for Dallas to run, since the distance between the two cowboys was so small. At the last possible second, though, Cody swerved to the right and away from Dallas causing Dallas to miss his mark. Dallas nearly lost his balance as he stumbled over Cody's lower legs. Or it could have been that Cody used his lower legs to trip Dallas. It all happened too quickly for me to be sure. (Like I could have asked for an instant reply? Not likely.) The net result though, was that Cody gained a few more seconds of freedom. Dallas recovered from his bumbling stumble, his face taking on a much more determined and serious expression as he searched about for Cody. It was a very short search. Dallas trotted up behind Cody, and launched himself down and across Cody's upper torso. I nearly clapped my hands with glee as I wallowed in the ambrosial sight of two cowboys bent over showing me their best assets. (Where is a camera when you really want one?)

Dallas wrestled his steer (Cody) to the ground all too quickly, which was to be expected. Dallas was much stronger and heavier than Cody. Dallas was lying on top of Cody's back and was flipping Cody over to his left side before I could do more than blink my eyes once or twice. Dallas rapidly grabbed Cody's two arms and brought them together next to Cody's left leg. Dallas held Cody's three limbs there for a second, then Dallas let go and raised his arms up in the air to signal the end of his run. Dallas stood up, turned about to face me and bowed deeply to me. It was fun and interesting to watch but it ended much too soon, I thought. Released, Cody climbed back onto all fours and started scampering about the apartment. It seems he was still in steer mode.

"Freeze!" I called out. Cody and Dallas froze instantly. "Dallas return to the sofa and your wonderful trance. Cody, you are no longer a steer. However you remain on your hands and knees, until I say otherwise."

"Right away, boss," Dallas acknowledged as he turned away from me and walked over to the dinning room, heading for the sofa. Justin was back sitting on the sofa I noticed as I walked Dallas head off in that direction. Justin must have returned to the sofa sometime during the bull dogging exposition that Cody and Dallas had just demonstrated.

"If you say so, boss," Cody said to me as he made himself comfortable on his hands and knees. I looked over and down at Cody for a second or two. Satisfied that he was going to stay where he was, I headed out to the kitchen for an item. I had finally decided on what I was going to do with Cody. It wasn't very original, but I would find it thoroughly enjoyable. I was back in less than a minute with a long rectangle shaped piece of waxed paper. During my trip, I debated on whether or not I should wake Cody from his trance or continue on as he was. I wasn't in the mood for a full fledged fight with Cody in his normal state. Leaving him in super hypnosis would be easier and more enjoyable for both of us. Besides it would be interesting to see how much of Cody's normal values and limits would surface while he was in this state. It is true that he was my hypnotized cowboy slave, but that didn't stop him from thinking on his own or voicing his objections. I walked over to where Cody was waiting on his hands and knees. Calmly I knelt down beside Cody, so that I was perpendicular to Cody's torso. I carefully placed the waxed paper so that it covered the area of the rug that was beneath Cody's torso and head. Cody turned his head to his left and watched me the entire time, but he didn't say anything. It wasn't necessary. The puzzled look on his face spoke volumes.

"I'm sure you are wondering what is going to happen now, aren't you Cody?" I asked him. (Talk about a superfluous question!)

"Yes, boss, I am," Cody answered me, blinking his eyes quizzically at me.

"Well, I'm going to milk you, Cody," I said to him, and smiled a small smile of anticipation.

"Milk me, boss? I'm not a cow!" Cody exclaimed shocked and surprised at the idea. The calm, mellow open and accepting expression on his face had been completely replaced by one of trepidation.

"True, but I am going to make something white come out of you, all the same," I said to him.

"You're going to make me cum?" Cody exclaimed in horror. "But but I'm a guy and you're a guy. That's that's not right, boss." The shock was starting to grow in Cody's mind as he realized that I was implying. "Besides, boss, I'm not turned on by guys. Not at all. The idea of another guy touching me, touching my body makes me feel sick." Cody actually seemed to turn slightly green as he spoke that last sentence.