The Coffee Shop Pt. 04

I snatched a bottle of syrup from the counter and walked over to stand directly in front of Todd. I unscrewed the cap of the bottle, letting the cap fall to the floor. It wouldn't be needed any more this night. I reached out, grabbed the unbuttoned flap of the inside left breast pocket of Todd's suit and flipped the flap up unblocking the opening of the pocket. Quickly I placed the neck of the bottle of corn syrup into the top of the pocket and gave the bottle a soft squeeze.

"What? What are you doing?" Todd asked me quietly, as he watched the thick viscous liquid shoot out of the bottle and into his suit pocket. "You're covering my wallet in syrup!" Todd blurted out, in surprise. "You're ruining it!"

"Yeah, that's the idea, Todd," I said to him. "This is what you get for trying to blackmail Andy and me. Your credit cards, your identification, and anything else in your wallet is going to be sticky and messy. Now you know why I had you give me your driver's license and your keys. You'll be able to drive your car home, at least."

Todd looked at me, his face unreadable for the moment. "Oh," he said, as he stared at the syrup working it's way out of the bottle and into his pocket. He could not seem to stop staring at the bottle as the syrup continued to pour out of it.

"Go ahead and try to stop it, Todd," I commanded him. "Try and grab the syrup bottle from my hand. I won't attempt to stop you." I assured him.

Letting go of the right side of his jacket, Todd brought his right up towards the bottle. Slowly he moved his hand toward the bottle. His hand was a good four or five inches away when it stopped its approach to the bottle. Todd's right arm quickly dropped back down to his side, as Todd let out his pent up breath in a loud sigh.

"II can't," he breathed at me. "Idon't want to stop it. I said you could do anything you wanted to me, and I meant it." Todd turned and looked me dead in the eye. "It's strange but this actually feels good. I should be upset and angry about having all my credit cards and stuff ruined. It's going to be a lot of work to replace everything. But if anything, this is a turn on."

"Your wallet and everything in it is going to be destroyed, Todd," I informed him.

'Yeah, and I like it," he agreed, as a grin broke out on his face. "How'd you know I'd like this?" He asked me looking at me dumbfounded.

"That's my secret, Todd," I said as I winked at him. "You need not worry about that. Now then why don't you finish covering your wallet in syrup for me, okay?"

"Yeah, sure thing," Todd said and moaned.

"If you have any other valuables in the other pockets of your clothes, you should pour some syrup over them as well, to make them messy as well," I told him, as I pulled the bottle up and away from his suit jacket pocket. I held the bottle out to Todd.. "If there is any syrup left over in the bottle, pour it on your shoes.

"Oh, yes." Todd hissed as the sexual excitement started to flood into his mind, and his grin became a bit bigger. Todd blinked a few times before he reached out for the syrup bottle that I held out in front of him. "Got to do it." Todd slipped the neck of the bottle back inside his suit jacket pocket and continued to fill the pocket. Todd let out a few more moans as the syrup continued on its erotic journey from the bottle to his pocket. After a few more minutes Todd pulled the bottle away from his pocket.

"Done," he moaned as a shudder passed through his body. He let his left arm drop down to his side, as he let go of his suit jacket. Todd closed his eyes as he surrendered to the sexual arousal he was feeling. "I've got my money clip in the right front pocket of my pants, some change in the left front pocket of my pants and a pen here in a special pocket of my jacket.

"Go for it, Todd," I encouraged him. "There's no need to do the pen pocket though."

"Oh kayee." Todd hissed softly, as he shoved the syrup bottle into the right front pocket of his pants. "It's so thick and heavy," he muttered as he held the bottle there, letting the syrup run into his pocket. About thirty seconds later Todd transferred the bottle from the right front pocket of his suit pants, to the left front pocket of his suit pants. "Time for some change," he said and started to giggle at the humor of his pun. Actually, I didn't find it all that funny a pun, but I guess Todd thought it was. I suppose you could say that Todd's state of mind could not exactly be called 'normal'.

Todd pulled the bottle out of pocket of his pants, looked up at me and flashed me a smile as he upended the bottle and poured the remaining syrup on the tops of his shoes. All of this took only a few minutes, if that. Todd dropped the now empty bottle and stood there with his suit jacket hanging open, looking at me. Todd awaited his next instruction from me with a blissful and slightly stupid expression plastered on his face.

"Ready for the next phase, Andy?" I called out to him as I lobbed a squeeze bottle of ketchup over to him.

Andy caught the bottle deftly, and grinned at me as he answered my question. "You'd better believe it!"

"Todd, I want you to spin around very, very slowly in one spot, until I tell you to stop. Let your arms hang down naturally," I directed Todd, as I picked up a squeeze bottle of mustard.

"Yes, sir," Todd replied as he started to spin around. The gleam in his eyes betrayed his anticipation. He had a pretty good idea of what was going to happen next, and it was clear that he wanted it to happen.

"Time to add a little colour to your outfit, Todd!" I cried out as I squeezed the bottle and shot a short stream of yellow mustard towards Todd's chest. It splattered on the left side of Todd's suit jacket with a satisfying if quiet smack. As Todd continued his slow twirling about, I noticed a small splatter of red on the back of Todd's suit jacket, at about waist level. I glanced over at Andy, who nodded at me and grinned wolfishly. This was fun, but I wanted to be a bit more artistic.

I walked up to Todd, as close as I could get to him and started to paint him with mustard. I held the bottle only a few inches away from Todd's moving body and I squirted out the sticky yellow semi-liquid all over his jacket. Andy kept up with me as far as using the ketchup was concerned. We had a joyous time painting Todd's jacket. By the time we were done it was difficult to tell what the pattern of his jacket had been originally. We'd even managed to get some of his dress shirt and his tie. The entire time Todd had been softly moaning with delight. It's difficult to say who among us enjoyed this more, Todd, or Andy and me.

"Stop turning about Todd," I barked at him. Instantly he stopped. "Good. Now slip off your suit jacket and let it fall on the floor."

"Thank you, sir," Todd said as he slowly grabbed the front edges of his jacket and worked his way out of it. He slipped it off and it flopped to the ground just behind him. "It was getting kind of heavy and hot under there. This feels much better, though," he said as he sighed with relief and continued to grin at me.

I asked Todd to slowly turn about one more time. He complied easily enough. I took a good look at him as he turned in front of me. For the most part his dress shirt and suit pants were still clean. Oh, there was a V-shaped area on the front of his dress shirt that had a few yellow and red marks on it. (Three guess what they were, and the first two don't count.) There were a few dribbles of macaroni and cheese as well but for the most part the dress shirt was clean. Todd's suit pants were fairly unmarked as well.

"It seems as if your shirt and pants are still somewhat clean," I informed Todd with a knowing grin.

"I guess it is, sir," Todd said as he turned about and looked at me. "Do you think you could do something about that?"

"Oh yes. Yes, indeed." I assured him. "Andy, would you please hand Todd that big bowl of cake batter, please?"

"Well, I don't know about that, Paul," Andy answered as he picked up the bowl and walked over to Todd. "Can't I have some fun too?" He asked me as jerked his head towards Todd. I had a pretty good idea as to what he was hinting at.

Todd looked back at me. "Sir? What does he mean, Sir?" He asked me, excitedly. Todd was an intelligent man. He had picked up on the hint that Andy had dropped.

"Todd, is your penis fully erect?" I asked him as I changed the subject slightly.

'Oh yes, sir!" He informed me as he panted slightly with arousal. "It's so hard and hot! It's been pushing against my pants ever since you started with the syrup. Will you please let Andy do whatever he wishes with the cake batter, Sir?" The last question was asked with an all too evident tone of urgency.

"Todd, you're right. It's only fair that Andy have some fun too. But first I'd like you to tell me the truth about something," I answered him, as I dragged out the anticipation just a bit more.

"What's that, sir?" Todd asked, confused by my sudden switch in topics.

"I'd like you to tell me how you feel right now, and what you think of tonight's proceeding so far," I informed him calmly. (Good grief! I was starting to sound like a lawyer now!)

"I feel sexually aroused, sir," Todd began after a few moments of thought. "I never knew that getting messed up like this would be such a turn on. I can't recall the last time I felt such a thrill, such an overwhelming enrapture. I'm so turned on, so excited that I don't care what happens now, as long as I can keep feeling this way. I want to get more messy for you, Sir. I felt so humbled and humiliated when you tied me up, Sir, and got me messy. I felt so out of control, so controlled, Sir. Ititit got me even hotter and harder. And then when you covered my wallet in syrup, Sir! It was fantastic! I felt so used, so owned, so dominated by you, Sir. I want to do whatever you want me to, Sir. I really want you to command me to make myself even more messy, Sir. I never imagined that being subjugated could be so enthralling. I'm owned, Sir. You own me, Sir. I couldn't be happier, Sir. I love being humiliated by you, Sir."

I blinked my eyes a few times after Todd had finished speaking. His little speech had caught me by surprise. I had not expected him to keep going on and on like he did. I suppose I should have expected it. Who ever heard of a 'brief' lawyer, after all? (Yes, another bad pun.) I wasn't too surprised at the declarations of delight and satisfaction that Todd had made about being humiliated and getting messy. I had expected something along those lines after seeing those deeply hidden desires in his mind during my mental scan of his mind.

"Stand with your feet slightly apart to insure that you are standing comfortably, Todd," I ordered him.

"Right away, Sir!" Todd barked out. He positioned his feet slightly apart and looked over at Andy expectantly.

"You may proceed when ready, Andy," I called out to him, anticipating some more fun.

"At last!" Andy cried out as he raised the bowl full of cake batter high about Todd's head. Todd closed his eyes and moaned softly in anticipation of feeling the cake batter rain down upon him. Andy did not disappoint him. Andy tilted the bowl just enough to let a small steady stream of chocolate cake batter pour out of the bowl and onto the top of Todd's head.

Todd squirmed and shuddered with delight as he moved his head about under the stream of falling cake batter, letting it flow down across his face and on the sides and back of his head.

"Stand still, Todd" Andy barked out at him. Todd stood up straight, and stopped his squirming about. "That's better, thank you," Andy tilted the bowl a bit more to increase the thickness of the stream of cake batter. Andy moved the bowl in slow circles about Todd's head. Andy directed the flow of cake batter all down the front of Todd's shirt, as well as down his back. By the time the bowl was emptied, Andy had managed to even pour some of the batter down both of Todd's arms. It was an awesome sight. Todd standing there with chocolate coloured cake batter dripping down all over him. Let's just say that Todd wasn't the only guy in the room who suddenly found his pants somewhat confining.

"How's that, Todd?" Andy asked with a loud laugh.

"Fantastic, Sir!" Todd called out as he wiped away the batter from his mouth and his eyes. "I'm covered in batter and it couldn't be better!"

"Do you want desert, Todd?" I inquired.

"Yes! I want desert! Please! Please, will you give me some desert?" Todd called out to Andy and me as we stood there smiling at this messy man.

"Maybe if you got down on your hands and knees and asked Andy nicely, he'll give you some chocolate pudding for desert," I taunted Todd. (Was that mean? Yes. Was it necessary? No. Did I enjoy it? HELL YES!)

Todd was on his hands and knees in a flash. He spun around towards Andy. Looking up at Andy. "Please, sir, please can I have chocolate pudding for desert?" Todd pleaded with Andy.

Andy stood there and laughed at Todd. I laughed with Andy. It was amusing and entertaining, to say the least. Imagine, if you can, the sight of Todd on his hands and knees covered in cake batter and other food items, begging Andy to dump chocolate pudding on him. This was the same man, who only a few hours ago was trying to blackmail the two of us. Todd had certainly been taken down a few pegs. After a minute or so, Andy picked up the big bowl of chocolate pudding as well as a spatula, and walked over to where Todd was kneeling down.

Todd quivered with excitement and he crouched there on his hands and kneels, waiting for Andy to start. Andy shoved the spatula in to the bowl of chocolate pudding and slapped some onto the middle of Todd's back. Todd arched his back and grunted with animal gratification. Like some painter painting a living canvas, Andy used the spatula to spread the chocolate pudding all over Todd's back, from his neck right down to his waist. Todd hooted with joy when Andy used the spatula to spread chocolate pudding all over Todd's buttocks. Andy even managed to slap some of the chocolate pudding in between Todd's butt cheeks, well as much as Todd's pants would allow.

"Oh, GOD! YES!!!" Todd screamed out suddenly as Andy moved the spatula along the inside of Todd's thighs.

"Lie down and roll over onto your back, Todd," Andy ordered him, as Todd crouched there panting.

"Yes, Sir!" Todd responded as he dropped down to lie on the floor. Quickly he rolled over until he was lying on his back. He cracked his eyes open and looked up at Andy. "Please, sir, will you do my front now?"

"Only after you open your fly and take your cock out," Andy answered him. I was slightly taken aback at Andy's request. I looked over at Andy, confused at his order to Todd.

"Anything for you, Sirs," Todd replied as he reached down and fumbled with the fly of his pants. It took Todd less than a minute to extract his monster from within its lair, during which time I came to understand the reason behind Andy's order. It was a part of his humiliation. Todd's penis was long, hard but not especially thick. Clearly he was excited, which was reflected in the aroused state of his cock. It was standing up like a miniature flagpole.

Andy scraped the sides of the bowl to gather up all the remaining chocolate pudding that he could. Andy squatted down beside Todd and began pouring the chocolate pudding over Todd's hard and stiff penis. Todd moaned and groaned with pleasure, like some animal in mating heat. Andy poured all the remaining chocolate putting on and round Todd's open fly. The pudding oozed inside of Todd's suit pants, with a little encouragement from Andy. All the while Todd's moans and groans became louder and stronger. Not all of the chocolate pudding found its way inside of Todd's pants, though. Andy spread some of the chocolate pudding up the front of Todd's dress shirt and down the front of Todd's pants, during which time, Todd's moans and groans grew in frequency and volume. Andy even managed to cover most of Todd's red silk tie with chocolate pudding.

I noticed that Todd was also starting to whimper a bit. I had a pretty good idea as to what was causing that. "Todd, you're getting close to shooting your load, aren't you?" I asked him.

"GOD YES, SIR!!" He screamed out. "I'M SO CLOSE IT HURTS, SIR!!!"

"There is no need to hold back, Todd," I informed him. "Just let it happen when it will. Just let yourself shoot until you can't shoot anymore."

"THANK YOU, SIR!" Todd cried gleefully, as his body shuddered with anticipation.

Andy stood up and walked a few paces away from Todd, keeping his eyes on Todd the whole while. I too was watching Todd, wondering how much longer it would be until the inevitable event occurred.

"OH GOD! I"M COMMING!!" Todd screamed out as he let go and shot his load into the air. The hot white stream flew up into the air and fell back down all over Todd's chest and stomach. It stood out in stark contrast to the chocolate pudding, and other food items, that were smeared over Todd's clothes. It didn't add much to Todd's messy appearance, but it was very satisfying to me.

"When you've recovered Todd, you must stand up and strip down to your underwear and socks," I told him being sure to speak clearly.

"Yes, Sir," Todd acknowledged as he opened his eyes and started to climb up off of the floor.

"Todd, tell me how you feel right now, considering all that has happened to you this evening," I asked him as he grabbed at his tie and started to pull at it.

"I'm not exactly sure, Sir," he answered as he undid his tie and pulled it off of his shirt. "I feel good, for the most part, and the orgasm I just had was fantastic, sir" Todd looked at me and then looked down at his food encrusted shirt as he fumbled at the collar button of his shirt. After several failed attempts he managed to undo the button and tackled the remaining buttons on the front of his shirt.

"You don't feel, ashamed or humiliated at all, Todd?" I asked him, surprised that he had not mentioned it.

"Yes, I did at first, Sir," he answered me as he finished unbuttoning his shirt and turned his attention to the buttons of his shirt sleeves. "But I came to realize that deep down I've always wanted someone to do something like this to me. If anything I'm thankful to you sir, to both of you."

I supposed I should have expected something like this, since I'd seen the desire clearly in his mind. Still a part of me couldn't help feeling a tiny bit annoyed that Todd didn't feel a stronger sense of humiliation. I contented myself by knowing of all the problems he would face replacing the contents of his wallet, not to mention the explanation he would have to give to the his client about this failed blackmail attempt. These thoughts rolled about in my head as I watched Todd continue to remove his clothes. He looked about and then walked over to the chair and sat down in it. He bent down and removed his right shoe, tossing his shoe aside. He turned his attention to his left shoe and removed it, tossing it aside as well. Slowly he stood up and took a couple of steps away from the chair. He unbuckled the belt on his pants and then tackled his pants. It took him only a few seconds to undo his pants, as the fly of his pants was still open.. He shoved his pants down off his body with a loud sigh of relief. As his pants plopped to the floor I saw some of the syrup in the front pockets dribble out. (Thank goodness for the plastic sheet on the floor or we have had one heck of a monster of a mess to clean up.) Todd stepped out of his pants as he peeled his shirt off of his body. Peeled was accurate. There was so much food on that shirt that it had soaked through the relatively thin material of the shirt and glued it to the formerly white undershirt that Todd was wearing. Todd dropped the dress shirt on the floor next to his now ruined suit pants and jacket. Todd's flaccid penis was still hanging out of the front of his briefs. I guess it was tired from the nights activities.