The Coffee Shop Pt. 04

"Bark like a dog until I tell you to stop, Bernie," I said to him as I turned away from him and dashed down the hallway towards the linen closet. I suddenly realized that a most important item was missing. I most certainly did not want an accidental mess in my dinning room, nor did I want Bernie to ruin that wonderful suit he was wearing.

"Woof! Woof! Woof!" Bernie cried out into the air as I left him occupied with that mindless and menial task. It was all I could think of to occupy Bernie's mind while I yanked the closet door open and pawed through the stacks of assorted towels, bed sheets and face clothes. Colour was the least of my concerns. I snatched up the nearest clean bath towel that I could find, and hurried back to the dinning room.

"Bernie, stop barking like a dog. Now take out that rock hard monster of yours and wrap it securely in this towel," I said to him as I tossed the towel to him.

Bernie caught the towel with both hands, and placed the towel beside him on his right side. "Yes, master," he responded as he reached down with both of his hands and worked at his fly. Moments later Bernie worked his hard and hot cock out of from the confines of his suit pants. It stood there in all its glory stiffly vertical, like a miniature flagpole, as Bernie fumbled to retrieve the towel he had placed beside him. I saw a few small drops of pre-cum oozing from the tip and slowly working their way down that shaft. From what I saw it seemed that Bernie was wearing plain white silk boxers, but I could not be absolutely sure of what I had seen. When Bernie started to wrap up his cock in that dark brown bath towel that I had given him, my view of his cock and his boxers was effectively cut off.

"Done, master," Bernie declared as he finished wrapping his cock in the towel. "Oh, master that towel feels so nice.." He moaned dreamily. He kept his hands firmly fasten on his towel enshrouded penis, as a few shudders ran down the length of his body.

"It's warm and soft, and it feels wonderful to have your cock wrapped up like that, doesn't it, BOY?" I asked him, putting an obvious emphasis on the word 'boy'.

"Oh, yes, master," Bernie answered in that same dreamy voice. "Yes, sir. Yes, master, I'm your boy, now. Thank you for letting me be your boy, master," Bernie was nearly gushing in his gratitude for my addressing him as a boy. Clearly he was taking this slave role very seriously now.

"Boy, I am going to unbutton your vest now. When I am finished you will shoot your load into the towel. It will be the most profound and intense climax that you have ever had. You will cum like you've never cum before. You will be able to say anything that you wish while you shoot your load. In fact, you will find yourself saying what ever it is that you would most like to say, but have been unable to say to me for whatever reason. All your inhibitions and limitations will be removed while you shoot your load." I paused for a few moments to let my commands sink into Bernie's mind. "Do you understand, boy?" I asked him.

"Yes, master. I understand completely," Bernie answered without hesitation. "I can't wait for you to unbutton my vest! I can't wait to cum, master!" Bernie gulped a few times, as he panted in anticipation.

I moved next to Bernie and leaned over his torso. I looked down at that handsome man before me and I marveled once again at the depth of control that my super hypnosis powers gave me over the average man. He lay there waiting as patiently as he could for me to start undoing his vest. The vest fit very well on him, I noted. All five buttons were done up, and the vest was pulled down over the top of Bernie's pants. I thought about it for a few seconds and then made my decision. I would start with the bottom button of the vest. I reached down and carefully undid the lowermost button of Bernie's vest. Bernie's body jerked once and a loud moan poured from his mouth as he climbed a little bit closer to his release. I undid the next button up on the vest and was rewarded with another loud moan from Bernie. I pushed the flaps of the vest up and to the side as far as they would go. I was curious to know what the top of Bernie's pants looked like. It was a bit of an anticlimax to discover that a plain black leather belt encircled Bernie's waist. The belt had a simple gold tongue and buckle closure. It wasn't anything all that remarkable, but it did fit in with the rest of Bernie's outfit. My curiosity satisfied, I let the sides of the vest fall back down onto Bernie's stomach, and turned my attention back to undoing Bernie's vest.

The third button of the vest was easy to undo. Bernie wasn't putting up anything in the way of a struggle, unless you can call squirming about in delight a struggle. The moans he was uttering were getting some what longer and louder, as he climbed closer and closer to his release. I waited a few heartbeats before I attacked the fourth button on that vest. I wanted to build up the anticipation, not that it was really necessary. Only one button remained. I looked a Bernie's vest now as it lay on his chest. The vest was parted down the middle and hanging off to the sides of his chest. Only one button remained between Bernie and ecstasy beyond belief. I blinked as my ears picked up some soft whimpering. Three guesses as to who was the source of the whimpering. I listened carefully, and was able to make out the words that Bernie was muttering..

"Please master? Please undo the last button? I'll be a good boy for you, master. I'll be the best boy ever, master. Please, master, please? I'm so close, master. I want to cum so badly, master. Please master, I'm begging you. Please master, please undo that last button on my vest." Bernie's words trailed off into the quiet of the room. His eyes were closed during the entire time that he was begging me for release, and I could see tears starting to leak out of the corners of his eyes. Enough was enough. My fingers unhooked the last button on that vest and I took a step back to await the result.

"YYYEEEESSS!!!!" Bernie screamed out at the top of his lungs, as he came like a locomotive. His back arched as he thrust his pelvis into the air. His torso and hips were completely suspended in mid air. More than that though, his legs were stiff too and suspended off of the top of the table. He looked like a bridge with his shoulders as one anchor point and his heels as the other. I squatted down and peered up at Bernie's body. I discovered that I had a clear view of his ass suspended in the air, and it was a most interesting view. His buttocks were clenched tight and they seemed to have gripped the material of the suit pants somehow. The result was that the pants were pulled skin tight against Bernie's buttocks, showing the outline of ever muscle. A few seconds later he lowered his torso back on to the top of the table, as his muscles relaxed. This cut off my view so I stood up and looked down at Bernie. His eyes popped open and his mouth hung open as grunts, groans and moans tumbled out of his mouth like cars whipping down the expressway during rush hour. (A rush hour without any traffic jams, just in case you were not clear about that.) Bernie wasn't the most eloquent person when he came, but he more than make up for his lack of words with the volume and enthusiasm of his vocal display. Bernie wasn't finished yet, apparently. He started to pump his hips up and down as he continued to shoot his load into the towel. Soon Bernie's body started to undulate in time with the rhythm of his hips as they moved up and down. I stood there and watched as Bernie worked through his release. Slowly his hips moved less and less as the last few drops of his load were squeezed out of the tip of his penis. (I didn't see that, but I could guess that it was probably the case.) After about eight or nine minutes Bernie was finished. He lay there, on the table with an expression on his face that could only be described as blissful. His arms were lying by his sides now, instead of holding tight to that towel. The towel was no longer standing stiffly in the air. This was one tent whose main support pole has just been removed, if you catch my drift. Bernie's eyes were open and he was staring up at the ceiling, but I'm sure he wasn't paying any attention to anything. There were a few drops of sweat on his forehead, but otherwise he looked fine. He didn't look spent or tired, just outrageously pleased with himself. Only his still heavy breathing betrayed the fact that he hadn't yet completely recovered.

Bernie blinked his eyes and turned his head as he came to his senses. He looked up at me, and smiled at me with unconcealed devotion and trust. He swallowed a couple of times and he licked his lips as if he were getting ready to say something to me. I suddenly recalled that Bernie had not yet executed all of his instructions. I wondered what it was that Bernie was going to say to me. I figured it was going to be something along the line of him being my devoted slave, and that he considered me his master now. As strange as it may sound to you, that can get somewhat boring and repetitive after a while. I schooled my face into a neutral expression so as to hide my disappointment at hearing the same old line, yet again.

"I'm sorry, master, but I will not do absolutely anything that you wish me to," Bernie said with a gulp.

"Now this is interesting," I thought to myself. I kept quiet as I waited for Bernie to explain.

"I must draw the line at supplying you with drugs or medicines or anything that would require me to violate my Hippocratic oath, master. I am sorry, but being a doctor, a good doctor is more important to me than being your slave boy, master. My career and my patients must come first, even before you, master. I'm sorry, master," Bernie lay there looking up at me waiting for my response. He trembled once or twice at my continued silence.

"I don't see any problem with that, Bernie my boy," I said to him with a warm smile. I was pleased that Bernie had found the courage to tell me what his ultimate limits were. I could, of course, have circumvented Bernie's limits, but I wasn't likely to ever do something along those lines. "Is there anything else you would like to say to me now?" I prompted him.

"Nothing more, master, other than to say that I am extremely happy with tonight's events. Is there anything more that I may do for you?" Bernie asked the question with a wistful tone, as if he were trying to make up for his declaration earlier.

"Stand up and clean yourself up, Bernie. Then be a good boy and put that used towel in the dirty clothes hamper in my bedroom," I instructed him.

"Right away, master!" Bernie replied as he wiped himself clean and placed the towel on the right side of his body. He reached down and tucked his now thoroughly deflated cock back into his boxers and zipped his fly closed. Bernie carefully climbed down off of the dinning room table and snatching up the used bathroom towel, he headed off to my bedroom.

As I stood there waiting for Bernie to return, I wondered what I should have him do next. Coherent thinking was a tad bit difficult, as I watched that butt if his motion while he walked way from me. It wasn't only his backside that had a clamp on my attention, it was the way that his big wallet was nestled in the right back pocket of his pants that that drew my attention to him. I was still standing there staring at where Bernie's butt had been when he emerged from my bedroom a few minutes later and walked towards me.

"Done, master," he stated simply as he stood there in front of me, awaiting further orders.

I looked at Bernie standing there in front of me, ready and willing to do nearly anything that I wanted. I thought about having him drop his pants and his boxers. I thought about having him give me a blow job. I even thought about having anal sex with Bernie. I pushed those thoughts out of my mind, though. As tempting as it was, there was something stronger, more powerful that steered me away from that temptation. When I saw Bernie standing there I was reminded why Bernie was here in the first place. It was because of Andy, and thinking of Andy made everything crystal clear. I recalled the promise that I'd made to Andy those many months ago. The promise that I had so far managed to keep. I remembered all the promises and words that Andy had spoken to me, and how he had kept his word. How could I do any less? Then I recalled how Andy looked when Bernie had sneaked me in to see Andy that night in the hospital. I remembered the love, concern and devotion on Andy's face when I'd held his hand and told him I loved him. It wasn't worth it. Breaking my promise, my word, to Andy wasn't worth it. When Andy found out, and I knew that he would eventually, I would lose him. I'd almost lost him once, and it had nearly crushed me. I couldn't take a chance like that now. It simply wasn't worth it.

So sex with Bernie was out of the question, as was any direct touching of the private areas of his body, at least when his clothes were off. As long as Bernie kept his pants on, I could play with him. My promise to Andy allowed for that at least. So, I would make the best of the situation. I could still have a little fun with Bernie and keep my promise to Andy.

"Good boy, Bernie," I said to him. Bernie's eyes lit and he grinned happily at hearing my praise. "How about making me a cup of coffee and bringing it to me in the living room?" I asked him.

"Yes, master! Right away, master!" Bernie exclaimed looking a bit starry-eyed. "Might I ask how you take your coffee?" he inquired politely.

"One teaspoon of sugar and milk, please," I answered him.

"Thank you, master. Coming right up!" Bernie called out to me as he executed a snappy about face and headed off to the kitchen.

"One other thing, boy," I called out to him before he'd taken more than a step or two.

"Yes, master?" He answered immediately, stopping dead in his tracks and turning about to look at me.

"Remove your vest and hang it up on one of the dinning room chairs, first," I told him.

"Of course, master," he responded. Bernie happened to be standing beside one of the dinning room chairs so it was a simple matter for him to slip off his suit vest and hang it on the back of the chair. Bernie continued his interrupted trip to the kitchen.

I meandered my way to the swivel rocking chair in the living room, wondering what else I should have Bernie do for me this afternoon. Other than the request for coffee, which I really didn't want in the first place, I was fresh out of ideas. Well, maybe if I sat there and sipped my coffee, something would come to me. I looked about the room, letting my eyes wander this way and that, hoping that something would inspire me. I directed an occasional glance in the direction of the kitchen, so as to monitor Bernie's approach with my cup of coffee.

I happened to be gazing in the direction of the kitchen and so I saw Bernie as he entered the dining room when he exited the kitchen. He was carrying the cup of coffee (on a saucer), in his right hand as he walked towards me. He walked confidently and easily as he carried the cup of coffee towards me, unconcerned about spilling the cup of coffee. He did present a very nice picture as a butler, or servant, even if he wasn't wearing all of his suit.

"Here you go, master," he stated as he carefully placed the cup of coffee resting on its accompanying saucer, on the coffee table in front of me. "I hope it is to your liking."

"It's fine, Bernie," I said to him after I took a very small sip of coffee from the cup. I eyed him over the rim of the coffee cup as I sipped the steaming hot liquid. Bernie stood there just in front of me with his hands in the front pockets of his pants as he patiently waited for his next series of instructions. He smiled a small smile at me that seemed to say that he was content to stand there all day and all night if need be. He looked like he didn't have a care in the world, except for wanting to serve me. Even without the jacket and vest of his suit, Bernie still looked good. The powder blue dress shirt was a good match to the sky blue dress pants and plain black leather belt with the gold tongue buckle that encircled his waist. The plain burgundy tie hanging down the front of the dress shirt provided a slight dash of colour and contrast without being loud or showy. I was content, at least for the moment to merely look at Bernie.

"Turn around and touch your toes with your back to me, Bernie," I said to him. I couldn't think of anything else for him to do, and I did want to see that nice butt of his.

"Yes, master," he said quietly as he continued to smile at me. Bernie took his hands out of the front pockets of his suit pants and slowly turned around. When he was sure his back was presented to me, he slowly bent over and reached down to touch his toes with his finger tips. This resulted of course, in the material in the seat of his pants being pulled tightly across his buttocks. (As if I had to tell you that? You should have been able to deduce that by now. I mean, really! Why else would you want to have a hypnotized man bend over and touch his toes, if not to show off his butt?) Yes indeed Bernie had a fine butt. The bulging wallet in his right back pocket enhanced the deliciousness of that backside before me. I carefully placed my cup and saucer on the coffee table in front of me and walked to where Bernie was bent over.

'You're my boy toy, aren't you Bernie?" I asked him as I lightly caressed his backside with my hands.

"Oh yes, master!" Bernie answered eagerly. "You can do whatever you want with me, master!"

I grabbed hold of his buttocks, one with each hand and gave them a big firm squeeze. "You're my squeeze toy, Bernie," I stated clearly.

"Yes, master. I am you boy toy, your squeeze toy, your plaything, master," he agreed and moaned out loud.

"Down on all fours now, boy," I ordered him.

"Oh thank you, master. The blood was starting to pound in my head, master," Bernie said as he dropped down on to his hands and knees.

My contact with Bernie's butt was broken by this action. No matter. I could reestablish contact with Bernie's behind whenever I wished. It wasn't like he was going to object after all. Seeing Bernie down on all fours, made me think of playing fetch with him, except that I didn't want to damage his clothes.

"Bernie, I am going to count from zero to five. At the end of the count you will be wide awake, completely your normal self and you will recall in complete detail everything that has occurred this afternoon. You will awaken feeling refreshed and completely relaxed," I told him. I wanted to know what he thought about all this, since this is the first time that he had ever, in all the sessions that we had had, referred to me as 'master'.

"Yes, master. I understand, master," Bernie assured me as he remained on his hands and knees looking away from me.

"Zero. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Wide awake! Wide awake!" I called out to him as I completed the count.

Bernie's body jerked once as he came out of his super hypnotic trance, and returned to his normal state of mind. He remained on his hands and knees for a few moments as he got his bearings. Slowly he stood up and dusted off the knees of his pant legs. He turned about slowly as he searched the room. He stopped when he saw me standing there a few paces away from him. A tender and gentle smile blossom on his lips as he walked towards me holding his arms out from his sides. Seconds later Bernie wrapped me in a firm warm hug and laid his head on my right shoulder. After a few moments Bernie let go of me and took a step back from me.

"That was the most incredible session that we've ever had, Paul," he said to me with a slightly glazed look in his eyes. "I haven't felt this good in a very long time. Thank you so much for this."