The Coffee Shop Pt. 04

"Oh, you're not gay then?" I asked him. (Yet another superfluous question.)

"Hell no, boss!" Cody exclaimed clearly indignant that I had even suggested such a thing. "I'm as straight as an arrow!"

"Too bad," I sighed dramatically. "You might have enjoyed this more if you were gay. Still, I know you'll enjoy yourself as I get you nice and hard and help you to shoot the largest load you've ever shot." Cody looked aghast at me as I spoke to him. He shook his head from side to side in an emphatic if silent 'no'.

Yes, this was cruel and unusual action on my part. I admit that. It was also part of Cody's punishment, and it was necessary. I was going to drag out the entire process of stimulating him and having him cum, and he was going to remember each and every second of it. Still, I couldn't help but have a few pangs of guilt as I set out on this course. It was not like me to do this. The guilt was because I knew I was going to enjoy it. A few months ago I doubt that I could never have brought myself to have done this to a man. (I knew that I was dipping just a tiny little bit into that dark well in the bottom of my soul. As I had predicted, it was a lot easier to do, this time.) Cody was an unusual case though, that required unusual measures. He had attempted to arrange a beating of me. I knew that the only way to insure that Cody would never try this with me again was to instill in him a healthy and long lasting fear of me. I did not want any possible future trouble from Cody or his friends.

"Oh, I understand your reluctance, Cody," I told him. "But you really have no choice in the matter. You can't get up off your hands and knees, because I haven't yet given you permission, and you know that you have to obey me no matter what. You are my obedient cowboy slave after all, aren't you?" I asked the last question knowing full well what the answer had to be. (Yup. I was toying with the man. On one level I enjoyed it while on another level I felt a twinge of guilt for doing this. Talk about mixed emotions.)

"Yes, I'm your obedient cowboy slave, boss," Cody admitted through clenched teeth, as he looked at me. His expression was less than friendly. He didn't want to admit that truth, but he had to. Clearly he was fighting the milking idea as much as he could. The irony of the situation was not lost on me. If anything that made the situation even more enjoyable for me. Consider exactly what was happening in this situation if you would. A hypnotized slave, who knew that he must obey, was at the same time exerting his utmost effort to avoid doing something that he didn't want to do, even though he knew deep down that he was going to wind up doing it anyway. Why did Cody put himself to so much useless effort? I did not know, but if I had to make an educated guess, I would have said that it was due to his basic personality. He was a fighter and he never gave up or gave an inch.

"Since you are straight and not gay like me, I'm sure that the idea of another man touching you and making you hard is difficult for you to come to terms with," I told him.

"You're gay, boss?" Cody asked, stunned at my revelation. "I I didn't. Dear Lord, help me," Cody said in a quite whisper as the blood drained from his face. Cody looked at me, his face as white as new fallen snow in the middle of January. He gulped a few times, and small tremors started to run across his body. His breathing became short and sharp. I could see the muscles in his arms and legs tense up.

I had a pretty good idea what was causing Cody to get a sudden case of the shakes. "I am not going to have any anal or oral sex with you Cody," I said to him. "I am going to run my hand over your body, but there will not be any exchange of body fluids. I'm not even going to kiss you on the mouth."

Cody nodded his head at me in silent thanks, the relief washing over him like a warm relaxing shower. I saw the muscles in his legs and arms loosen up, while his breathing became deeper and slower as his fear started to dissipate. "I still don't want you to do this, boss," Cody protested, an edge of fear still present in his voice. "Please don't, boss. I'll I'll be good, I promise. I'll I'll do anything else you want, but please, please don't do this to me. Please, in name of everything that is decent, please don't milk me."

Cody's pleading did not fall on deaf ears. A part of me felt for him, for the helplessness that was surely making him feel like a fly trapped in amber. Yet at the same time, that part of me acknowledged that this was one lesson that Cody had to be taught, and like it or not I was the teacher. I did like the idea, very much in fact. I had wanted to grab that Grade-A behind of Cody's all night. It was ironic indeed that a man, who only a few short hours ago had intended to beat me up for no good reason, was pleading for mercy. I looked at Cody waiting there on all fours, wondering what I was going to do next. I couldn't go through with it I decided. I had to teach him a lesson, but maybe just the threat of milking him would be enough. It was time to end this little adventure before it went too far. I reached out my right hand and touched Cody on the forehead, intending to calm and remove his fears before I sent him back down into a deeper and more profound state of hypnosis.

Imagine the bolt from the blue that crashed through my mind as I discovered that I'd been neatly conned by Cody! I scanned his mind, expecting to encounter a calm surface with fear and terror swirling around just beneath the surface. Instead, what I found was a light dusting of fear, like sprinkles on the frosting of a cake, atop a solid foundation of calm and self confidence. It did not take much effort for me to read Cody's thoughts. They were as plain as if they had been written on the side of the Chrysler Building, in billboard sized type.

Cody was fearful of gay sex, due to AIDS. (These days, who isn't?) He didn't like the idea of me, or any other man, touching his body. He doubted that I'd be able to stir up any type of reaction in him, no matter how deeply he was hypnotized. (Cocky and self assured to the end, that was Cody all right.) By doing his best to pretend to be terrified of me, Cody was certain he could play on my sympathies and get me to call off this charade. Cody didn't think I had it in me to continue with such a farce. He didn't think much of gay men, although he had nothing against them. In general, he considered gay men to be something less than 'real' men. He was sure that any 'real' or 'normal' man was more than a match for any gay man. (Hey these are his thoughts not mine. You have a problem with this, you take it up with Cody.)

I was flabbergasted. Numbly I let my right hand and arm drop away from Cody's forehead and drop down by my side. I didn't know what to think at first. Cody's act had been very convincing. He had persuaded me to call a halt to my plans for the evening. If I had not scanned his mind, I would never have guessed in a million years that it was all an act, on his part. Of course this revelation only served to strengthen anew my resolve to continue on with what I had originally planned. If anything it renewed and whetted my appetite for Cody's Grade-A butt. I would not be denied my prize this evening. Not now.

I suppose I should explain something about my powers which you may be wondering about at this stage. I had said earlier that my scans of the three cowboy's minds revealed that they were totally submissive to me. That is true. They would do whatever I wanted, and they would be happy to serve in that respect. But it did not mean that their personalities were gone. They were the same men as they had been before the super hypnosis with the same strengths, likes, dislikes and phobias as before. If something was upsetting enough to them they would react just as they normally would, except that their desire to serve me would urge them to express their worries and concerns to me. In some rare cases such as that first time with Steven Stokes, if the suggestion is upsetting enough the subject can actually refuse the suggestion. The subject will carry out the suggestion if given it a second time (this is known as a level two enforced directive), but the subject will ask or plead to not be forced to carry out the suggestion. Cody, though had taken that one step further, which was an interesting and completely unexpected turn of events. Cody had used his basic distrust and loathing of gay men combined with his fear of contracting AIDS, and his self confidence in his own abilities, to create enough elbow room in his mind to permit him to slither around and avoid or resist my suggestions. It wasn't exactly a shield on his mind, more a way of finding a loophole in a contract. Cody had the instincts of a good lawyer, or a con man. (Or are the two, one in the same?)

These thoughts and revelations flashed through my mind in only a minute or so. It wasn't long enough for Cody to start wondering at the delay. I flashed a smile at Cody as I got back on track, but it wasn't the track that he was expecting.

"The touch of my fingers and hands on any part of your body is like magic, Cody," I said to him as I looked him directly in the eyes. (Super hypnosis powers, ya gotta love'em.) "It starts off small and tiny at first, mind you. Only a feeling of slight pleasure and warmth. But as I continue to touch you, and to caress your body, the feeling starts to grow of it's own accord, getting stronger and more powerful, as I continue to caress, fondle and explore your body."

"I don't think so, boss," Cody replied matching my stare. Surprisingly he managed to inject a look of coldness and defiance into his eyes. "Maybe I can't get up and walk out of here, but there is no way in the whole wild world that I'm gonna do like you just said. Now that woman friend of yours from the restaurant, she could get a rise out of me, but you never will." Cody firmly pressed his lips together, and set his face in a cold stony stare as he glared at me. He wasn't angry, or upset, just stating a plain and simple truth as he saw it. It wasn't going to happen, and that was that. He had an aura of confidence about him like a gambler who has a royal flush when the dealer has only a pair of deuces. Cody was going to have to be convinced of this the hard way, if you will forgive the pun.

I kept that knowing smile on my face as I reached out and ran the tips of the fingers of my left hand down the bridge of Cody's nose. "How was that?" I asked him.

"It it was okay, boss," Cody admitted, keeping his gaze locked on my face. The look of stunned surprise on his face, though belied his mild words. It was more than okay, but Cody wasn't about to admit it, at least not yet.

I ran the finger tips of my right hand across Cody's left cheek, a few times. (No not that one, the one on his face. Don't get ahead of the story! Damn it!) "And how about that?" I queried him.

"It was better, much better, boss," Cody sighed softly. His lips were no longer firmly pressed together, but his face retained that cold stony look.

I reached up and ran my right hand across Cody's slightly muscular shoulders, from his left side over to his right side, and back again. I had to reach across Cody to do it, but I wasn't complaining.

"And that?" I prompted him.

"Much better, boss. It felt, kind of nice, actually", Cody admitted as he sighed once or twice. The cold stony expression on his face was starting to melt and soften. Not much, but a bit. Still getting Cody to admit to what he was feeling was like trying to get a politician to speak the truth; difficult at the best of times.

I ran my right hand over Cody's shoulders again, but more slowly this time, as if I were savoring the touch of his light red cotton cowboy shirt. I was savoring that touch, as a matter of fact. "How about now?" I inquired.

"Better. Much, much better, boss," Cody sighed. He took a few deep relaxing breaths and his entire face started to relax. A second later a small grin broke out on his face. "Ituhit feels kind of good," he confessed, as he blinked his eyes a few times. His eyes were starting to lose their focus on me.

I let my right hand move up Cody's left shoulder yet again, but this time I moved my hand up onto the back of Cody's neck. I kept my hand there as I moved it about slowly, while I spoke to him. "Getting ride of all the tension and strain in the muscles of your neck now, Cody. Letting my touch relax the muscles and remove the tension and strain so that you can let your head hang down comfortably and easily, now."

"Oh, yes, I can feel that, boss," Cody confirmed a few heartbeats later. Slowly his head turned away from me, moving to his right until Cody was looking down at the wax paper on the living room rug. Slowly, as I continued to move my right hand over and about the back of his neck, Cody's head dropped down lower and lower. It was such a wonderful sight to see, Cody's head continuing to drop down until it was hanging there limply and loosely. I lifted my hand off of Cody's neck and let my right hand and arm return to my side. Gradual surrender of a subject is so much more satisfying than a quick conquest.

"Do you want more, Cody? Do you want me to continue to move my magic hands over your body?" I asked him as he stood there on all fours, with his head dangling down.

"Maybe just a little bit more, boss," Cody answered softly, turning his head to his left to look up at me as he spoke. The glassy-eyed stare that he sent my way confirmed that he was feeling the effects of my magic hands much more than he was letting on.

I regarded Cody as he remained perched there in front of me, on his hands and knees. He was quite a sight, close up. A handsome skinny cowboy wearing a bright red cowboy shirt tucked into a pair of painted on dark blue jeans, with black cowboy boots stuck on his feet. A wide black leather belt with an enormous belt buckle at the front, encircled his narrow waist, accentuating Cody's slim and trim body. Bent over the way he was, his butt looked fantastic, and that was only in profile. I could hardly wait to see his butt head on, close up. As for running my hands over that butt, just the thought of doing that was making my jeans somewhat uncomfortable, if you know what I mean. (It was a great feeling, let me tell you!) As much as I was hankering to get my hands on that butt as soon as I could, I knew it would be far more enjoyable to draw out the moment as long as I possibly could. I licked my lips and got started.

I put my hands on Cody's left hand and slowly moved my hands up Cody's left arm. I let my fingers explore every square inch of the material of Cody's cowboy shirt. Up and around his elbow, across his biceps, into the crook of his arm, and back down around his wrist. Slowly I worked my way up to his left shoulder. Cody sighed and breathed deeply the entire time, letting out only a few soft yelps of delight as his responsiveness to my touching his body grew.

I got up on my knees now so that I would better be able to explore Cody's body. My hands moved up and over Cody's left shoulder. They lingered there a moment or two before I let my hands move on across Cody's firm strong back, heading for Cody's right shoulder. Back and forth my hands moved, across Cody's shoulders and upper back, dancing in slow interact swirls to music that played only in my mind. I smiled as I heard Cody whimper with pleasure at what he was feeling. Still a whimper could indicate pain. It was best to check.

"Do you want me to stop, Cody?" I whispered into his left hear, my lips a scant inch from his left ear.

"No, boss," Cody muttered. "I like this. My back feels so good. The muscles are so relaxed and warm. You could do the rest of my back if you like." A few more whimpers made their way past Cody's throat as my hands started to move down Cody's narrow but firm back. It did not take me long to explore the remainder of that red terrain that was Cody's back. I stopped, somewhat reluctantly as you might well imagine, where Cody's red cowboy shirt was tucked into his jeans. Letting my fingers walk amongst the hills of Cody's behind was definitely on my list of things to do today, but there was one slight detour I had to make first. I wanted Cody far more excited and aroused than he was now, before I made camp on Cody's butt.

Cody arched his back in sheer delight as long low moan made its way from between his lips. He was definitely starting to respond to my earlier suggestions and my caressing of his body. (Now there's a bulletin from the news room for you!) Quickly I pulled my hands off of Cody's back and lay down on my back. I wiggled my way beneath Cody's chest and got ready to turn up the heat a few more degrees. I was lying perpendicular to Cody's body so that his head was off to my right and his butt was off to my left. I almost groaned out loud with annoyance as I remembered I was right handed! I'd have to squirm about somewhat to direct my attentions to Cody's butt when the time came. Oh well, that's the way the cookie crumbles, as they say.

I reached up, pressed my hands on his flat stomach and began to move my hands about his stomach and lower chest. Cody's sighs increased in frequency and loudness as I continued my caressing of his wonderfully flat stomach. "How's that?" I taunted him, after a few minutes work.

"Ohhhhh.' Cody moaned out loud as he thrilled to the sensations of my hands moving across the lower front part of his body.

"It feels so good." Cody answered in between moans. His eyes were firmly closed as he began to give himself over to the feelings of pleasure and joy that were slowly building within him.

"I'll bet that you know your nipples are one of your strongest erogenous zones, Cody," I said to him matter-of-factly. Cody's only response was a few more moans, and a slight nodding of his head. I continued to caress Cody's lower chest and stomach, occasionally letting my hands reach up and around to touch parts of Cody's back. I let out a few sighs myself as I maintained my stroking of Cody's body, letting the minutes slip by so as to build up the expectation in Cody.

"When you want me to stroke and fondle your nipples, Cody, all you have to do is ask," I prompted him. I didn't need Cody's permission, but making him ask me to do this was eminently satisfying. Cody just moaned at my words. His moans though were louder and more frequent than his sighs. Clearly he was starting to become aroused. I flicked my eyes to the left but due to the poor lighting and the colour of his dark blue jeans, I couldn't determine if Cody was staring to get hard or not.

"Ohhhh." Cody moaned again. He gulped a few times and his body shuddered once or twice as he fought back the urge to moan again. "I I never thought I'd say this, especially not to another man, but would you please stroke my nipples, boss?" Cody blurted out in a soft quiet voice. The words seemed to rush out of his mouth as if he had to say them before he lost his nerve.

My answer was to move my hands up Cody's chest and to cover each of his nipples with one hand.

"Oh thank you, boss!" Cody cried out with profound joy. "Oh God! Your hands on my nipples! Pressing down! Moving around all over my nipples! Oh the joy! I I never knew it could be like this, boss!" Cody arched his back up and down repeatedly as he surrendered to the pleasure that was flooding into his brain.

"A man is fondling your nipples, Cody, and you don't care that it is a man, do you?" I asked him, having a pretty good idea of what his answer would be.

"GOD DAMN RIGHT, BOSS!" Cody screamed out at me. "I DON'T GIVE A FUCK THAT A MAN IS PLAYING WITH MY NIPPLES AND DRIVING ME FUCKING CRAZY! THIS IS SUCH A FUCKING TURN ON!!! I DON'T GIVE A SHIT!!!" Having voiced his opinion on the matter, and rather loudly at that, Cody returned his full attention to the erotic stimulation that my talented fingers (and my super hypnosis powers) were providing him. He began to rock his body slowly from side to side as his moans of pleasure became louder and more frequent. He closed his eyes in sensuous surrender to my fondling of his nipples.