The Coffee Shop Pt. 04

Cody's butt reminded me of Andy's butt except that his was larger and had more meat on it. Oddly enough, it was the thought of Andy popping into my head that kept me from ordering Cody to shuck off his jeans. I knew that he would have, if I'd told him to. I knew that Cody was ready to do practically anything I told him at this point. A part of me did want Cody to strip right then and there. The other part of me, the part that was in love with Andy was much stronger though and that part of me kept those words locked in my throat. It was far easier than I had imagined it would be to keep myself from going too far with Cody. It was a combination of my deep love for Andy, and my fear of losing control. The memories of my near night of disaster with Chuck were burned into my mind. Once again I saw the dark side of my nature, the evil well at the bottom of my soul, if you will. Those images and feelings flashed through my mind like an early warning alarm. They didn't dampen my feelings or enthusiasm for the moment, but they pulled me back from the edge of the canyon of ecstasy that I had been about to jump into.

"Moo!" Cody bellowed out loud as he stood up on his knees suddenly. His hands flow toward the front of his jeans. His body trembled like a leaf caught in a storm as he frantically tried to force his fumbling fingers to open his fly and release his aching cock from its long imprisonment. Success was finally achieved after a few failed attempts. It probably took about 30 seconds, although I'm sure it seemed much longer to Cody. Cody let out another loud 'moo' as he dropped back down to his hands and knees. Cody spread his legs apart a bit but it was unnecessary. I could clearly see his long hard cock jutting out from the front of his jeans and pointing downward at a firm, hard forty-five degree angle towards the floor. I could see the pre-cum dripping off of the head of Cody's penis. He was very close to shooting his load, it would seem.

"Moo! Moo! Moo!" Cody cried out to me as his body trembled with the strain of holding back his release. His head bobbed up and down slightly as he fought against the pressure to ejaculate. He struggled for breath for a moment or two, as more 'moos' forced their way past his lips. "Please boss? I have to cum so badly, boss?" Cody managed to call out to me, in desperation. "Thisthis bull is ready to be milked, boss! Please milk me, boss? Please put your warm strong fingers on my cock and milk me boss. Please?"

"This one time only, when you next hear me say your name, Cody, you will feel my fingers encircle your cock and you will release your load," I told him. "It will be a ten times better than the best jerk off that you've ever had." Cody nodded his head in frantic agreement as a stronger tremor shook his body.

I put my hands on Cody's butt, one hand on each buttock, and pressed down firmly. I didn't want Cody to miss his target, because then I'd have a heck of mess to clean up. I cleared my throat nosily, and then wet my lips. "Cody," I called out to him.

He bucked, pushing his buttocks back and into my hands for a split second. Then he thrust his hips forward, while arching his back. He pointed his head up to the high heavens and let out an ear shattering screech of euphoric delight. I was surprised that the plaster didn't start to fall off of the ceiling of my apartment, from the force of Cody's yells. He was loud, and that was putting it mildly. Boy was that an understatement! His was the Mount St. Helen's of yells.

Cody did not miss the target fortunately. He shot his entire load onto the waxed paper on the floor. How could he have missed? It was a large enough target after all. Cody's jeans remained nice and clean. The same could not be said for mine, however. Since I was in contact with Cody's body at the time of his moment of intense pleasure, I received a bit of feedback through my hands and into my mind, which caused me to release my own load at the same time. I didn't need the extra simulation, but it was a most delightful addition to the experience for me. I had the good sense of mind to push Cody to the right and roll him on his back, before I lowered myself onto the floor to rest for a few moments. I closed my eyes gratefully and gulped air as I tried to slow my breathing.

As intense as the experience had been, it had not been as draining for me as it had been for Cody. I open my eyes a few minutes later and crawled to my knees. Cody was still lying on the floor, with his eyes closed and a grin on his face. His cock was limp and still hanging out of the front of his open fly.

"Cody, get dressed," I told him. "Put your cock back in your jeans and close your fly. Be quick about it. You can leave your hat off."

Cody blinked his eyes open and looked at me stupidly as if I were speaking in some other language. "Oh, uhyes, boss," he said as comprehension dawned. Cody raised himself up into a seated position and then crawled up onto his knees. He snatched his discarded cowboy shirt and slipped it on as he began executing my instructions. It did not take him long to put on his shirt, open his jeans, tuck his shirt in, and then close up his jeans, returning his penis to its lair in the process. I watched him silently.

"Good, now lie down on the floor on your back, like a good little cowboy," I told him.

"Yes, boss," Cody commented as he complied. He looked up at me calmly wondering what was next.

I moved over beside Cody and carefully scooped up the cum covered wax paper from the carpeted floor. I moved over to Cody and knelt beside him, the messy wax paper held just above his chest and stomach. In one smooth fluid motion I turned the wax paper over while slapping it down on top of Cody's body. Cody twitched at the touch and the sound of the paper hitting his body.

"Now, you take your hands and move that paper around, Cody." I told him. "I want you to cover as much of the front of your shirt and your jeans as you can with that sticky mess of yours. As you do that, you'll feel a warm pleasant feeling that will cause you sigh with delight. You keep that up until the cum has dried. After which you can carefully crumple up the wax paper and put it in the trash in the kitchen."

"Yes, boss," Cody said mildly, as he placed his hand on top of the wax paper. A smile graced his lips and he let out a soft sigh as he started to move the paper about his body. I watched him for a moment or two before I climbed to my feet and went to the kitchen for a drink of water. I was thirsty after all this hard work of mine.

Five minutes or so later Cody came strolling into the kitchen. He walked over to the garbage can, pressed down on the foot pedal open it and casually tossed a small ball of wax paper into the can. Satisfied he closed the lid and strolled back out of the kitchen into the living room. I followed him, enjoying the sight of that bull rider's butt of his once again. Cody walked into the middle of the living room, and stood there staring off into space. I walked over to him, and walked around to the front of him to get a good look at him. The entire front of Cody's shirt from just below the neck to the waist of his jeans was dark and looked wet. The front of Cody's jeans from just below his belt buckle right down to the crotch appeared to be slightly darker as well. It appeared that he had carried out his instructions well.

I called Dallas and Justin over to where I was and had them stand beside Cody. I looked all three of the cowboys over, as they stood there staring off into space. Justin and Dallas were wearing their cowboy hats, but Cody wasn't. I corrected that problem with a few quick words to Cody. When he returned from retrieving his cowboy hat, I took another close look at these three hypnotized and obedient cowboys. The fronts of their jeans and their shirts showed a darkness that suggested a stain of some type. Someone walking by might not be able to tell what the stain was, but they would notice it. Even if they didn't, the cowboys would know what the stains were, and how they had come about, and that would be enough. I was satisfied. I decided to abandon my further plans for the evening. Teaching these men a lesson was one thing. Humiliating them needlessly was something else. Besides, I was getting tired. Three cowboy butts in one evening was almost more than I could handle.

"Right now I would like the three of you to put the living room furniture back the way it was. When you are done that you can sit down on the sofa and we will have a little chat," I instructed them.

"Yes, boss. Right away, boss. Yes, sir," they replied in unison. The three cowboys blinked their eyes and slowly that 'lost in space' look on their faces faded away. They looked over at me, grinned, and then turned around heading for the dining room. I walked over to the front door to be sure that I was out of their way. They made their way about quickly and efficiently, like a team of professional furniture movers. About ten minutes later they had replaced all the living room furniture and were sitting down on the living room sofa waiting for me. Each of their faces wore the same self satisfied look of having completed a job well done. Cody was sitting nearest to me on the right side of the sofa. Justin was next to Cody, and Dallas was sitting on the far left end of the sofa. All three cowboys were dressed as they had been when they first walked into my apartment, well except for the cum stains on their clothes. The lassoes were on the coffee table where I had placed them, after picking them up from the living room floor during my walk over to the swivel rocking chair.

"Cody, Dallas and Justin, listen to me very carefully," I said as I spoke clearly and distinctly to them. I waited for a moment to be sure that I had their undivided attention, before I continued. "This one time only when I snap my fingers you will each wake up and be your normal self in every way. You will remember each and every detail of what happened to you this evening during your hypnosis with me. You will know what you did, and why you did it. However, you will be unable to harm me in any way, physically or mentally, no matter how you might feel about me. Nor will you be able to arrange for anyone else to harm me on your behalf or at your bequest. You will able to talk to me and to each other about tonight's events, but you will not be able to talk to anyone else about this evening. If ever you are hypnotized by anyone else, you will still not be able to talk about the events of this evening. Nod your heads if you understand."

The three men each nodded their heads several times while they continued to look at me with those open and accepting expressions on their faces. "One last thing. Until I tell you otherwise your feet will remain stuck to the floor, when you wake up. You will be unable to move them, lift them or to walk," I said to the three cowboys sitting on the sofa across from me. I didn't want them rushing out of my apartment the first chance they got. A part of my revenge was to see their reactions to all that they had done this evening. I snapped my fingers and prepared myself. In all probability, this wasn't going to be pleasant, quiet, or enjoyable. Well not for them, any way. I was certain to enjoy this, though.

The cowboys reacted slowly to the snap of my fingers. They blinked their eyes and continued to look at me, with those open and accepting expressions. It took several minutes for those expressions to melt and change as they left their wonderful worlds of hypnosis and emerged back into the harsh and cold reality of the real world. Happy they were not. Their expressions were in a state of flux for a few minutes. The mixture of emotions and feelings on their faces included shock, astonishment, puzzlement, embarrassment, disbelief, anger, and many others that I could not qualify at the time. I waited patiently for them to sort it all out. I could have just sent them on their way, but I wanted to be sure that we fully understood each other before they left for the evening.

"Why you cock sucking, fag!" Cody screamed at me as he jumped up to his feet, his face red with anger. "I ought to smash your face in for what you did to us!" Cody tried to walk over to where I was sitting, but his feet would not move. He looked down at his feet in frustration, as he tried to move towards me. He balled up his hands into white knuckled fists, and stood there shaking with anger. He glared at me silently, too angry to speak any more.

Dallas and Justin's reactions were somewhat different. Justin sat there, with those smoke gray eyes of his looking directly into mine. From the way his lips were pressed together in a firm hard line, and from the sparks that seemed to be shooting out of his eyes, it was a foregone conclusion that Justin was not at all pleased with me. He was probably as angry with me as Cody was, only Justin was doing a much better job of controlling himself.

Dallas was a bit of a mystery. He sat there with his head bowed, and would not meet my gaze. It was impossible for me to say exactly what his reaction was. He sat there sitting slumped in the sofa, unmoving and silent. Well I would deal with him soon enough. Right now, I had Cody and Justin to deal with. I took out my wallet and fished out a twenty dollar bill. After returning my wallet to my left hip pocket I held the bill out to Cody.

"Here. Take this," I said to him, hold out the bill in the fingers of my outstretched right arm.

"What for? You think you can buy your way out of this with a measly twenty dollars?" He snarled at me, incredulously.

"It's the twenty dollars that you gave me earlier this evening. I don't need it, and I've proven my point," I said to him.

'Oh yeah, you've proven your point all right," Cody snarled as he bent over and snatched the bill from my fingers. "I know exactly what you are." Cody reached back and dug out his wallet.

"If you'll climb down from your high horse for a minute, you'll see that you all got off lightly tonight," I said to Cody as I watched him tuck the bill into his wallet. "I could have made you do many other things, had I wished to."

"Really?" Cody asked with sarcasm as he replaced his wallet in the right hip pocket of his jeans and then sat back down on the sofa. The man's stubborn streak was kicking in again. This was getting us no where.

"Cody, you and your friends here had planned to beat me up this evening," I said to him as I looked him right in the eyes. "Not only that, but you tried it two more times. Once in the parking lot by your truck and then again when we arrived in my apartment."

"So?" Cody snarled back at me, not giving an inch.

"I didn't do anything to you," I said to him. "Why would you want to beat me up? I didn't humiliate you at the restaurant."

"Because I can," Cody told me coldly and grinned at me with an expression that could only be called evil. I had never before looked into the eyes of an unfeeling brute of a man. It was unsettling. I gulped nervously.

"I'm going to get you for this, you little cock sucker," Cody said to me in a voice as cold as ice. "Someday, sometime, when you least expect it. I'm going to get you for this."

I shook my head back and forth as I realized that there was no reasoning with Cody. I broke eye contact with him and looked over at Justin. Justin stared back at me indignantly.

"What about you, Justin?" I asked him.

"What about me?" He asked me back.

"Why did you agree to attack me tonight? Why did you go along with Cody's plans?" I asked him.

"Cody's my buddy, and that's reason enough for me," Justin answered.

"Even if what he was doing was wrong, and you knew it was wrong?" I asked as I tried to fathom Justin's actions.

"Cowboys stick together," Justin replied. He didn't say anything more.

Great. Here I was with two bull headed, stubborn fools who could not or would not consider their actions in any other light. It was sad, actually. I looked over at Dallas's bowed head and wondered if he shared these same sentiments.

"Dallas, what about you? Why did you go along with Cody's plans?" I asked him.

"He's my buddy just like Justin," Cody said.

"I wasn't asking you, Cody. Kindly keep your mouth shut," I said to him.

"Make me," Cody taunted me.

"Yeah, go ahead and make him," Justin jeered at me.

"Cowboy up, Cody. Cowboy up, Justin," I said quietly. The post hypnotic triggers kicked in immediately. Cody's eyes and Justin's eyes glazed over as they slipped back down into the trances that they had left so recently. They both stared off into space content to just sit there on the sofa, once again. I turned my attention back to Dallas.

"Answer my question, please Dallas," I told him.

Slowly Dallas raised his head up and turned his face towards me. I was surprised to see the tracks of tears on his cheeks, and two of the saddest eyes in the world looking back at me. He had the look and aura about him of a beaten and broken man.

"I went along with Cody because he's my buddy," Dallas said softly. "He said that he wanted to teach you a lesson."

"Did you agree with what he had planned?" I asked Dallas.

"Yyes," Dallas said and blushed. He dropped his head.

"And now?" I pressed him.

"Does it make any difference how I answer you?" Dallas replied with an angry edge to his voice, as he jerked his head up to look at me again. "You can make me do anything you want. You proved that tonight. I I hope you're happy with what you did to me." Dallas let his voice trail off and he dropped his head down again.

Considering tonight events I couldn't help but wonder if the emotions Dallas was showing were genuine. It could all have been an act to play on my sympathies, much as Cody had done earlier. There was an easy way to find out. I stood up and walked over to where Dallas was. I knelt down in front of him and placed my left hand on his right hand. Dallas jerked his hand away from mine as if my hand were burning hot. Dallas looked up at me and as he spoke to me I could see a tear roll down his right cheek.

"NO! Don't touch me!" He cried out in a voice filled with pain. Dallas leaned back into the sofa in an attempt to move away from me. He wasn't just sad, he was scared. Scared of me clear down to his toes.

"I'm not going to hurt you, Dallas," I said to him quietly in an effort to calm him down.

"Hurt me?" Dallas cried out in anguish. "After what you've done to me tonight, how in the hell do you think that you could possibly hurt me any more?" The tears in Dallas eyes started to flow freely now. They rolled down both of his cheeks like a sudden spring shower.

"I only taught you a lesson," I said to him.

"Taught me a lesson?" Dallas howled at me. "You you you turned me into your boy toy! I'm a fucking queer now! I'll never be able to hold a woman in my arms without thinking of you! I'll puke my guts out every time I even see a beautiful woman! Isn't that enough? Haven't you done enough? I have to go through the rest of my life pretending to like women when what I really want is your cock in my mouth!" Dallas glared at me, the fear and frustration clearly evident on his face.

"No, you're not," I said to him, after his screaming had subsided.

"Not what?" He asked me.

'You're not gay, or a queer or anything like that," I assured him. "Think about it for a minute. Think about something with a woman that really turns you on. Then when you feel yourself start to react, think about me stroking your ass again."

"Why bother? I know what will happen," Dallas said dejectedly, as he shook his head slightly.

"Do it. Do it, before I make you do it," I told him coldly.

Dallas gulped nervously and nodded his head at me. He closed his eyes. After a minute or so a smile blossomed on his face and he opened his eyes to look at me. "It worked," he said with amazement clearly in his voice. "It worked just like you said it would. I got hard when I thought about sex with a woman, and I got soft when I thought about you caressing my ass." Dallas looked at me for a few seconds before he continued speaking "Does this mean I'm not gay after all?" He asked me.