The Coffee Shop Pt. 04

Cody's only response while I took him deeper and deeper into his hypnotic trance was several sighs of delight and general lessening of the tension in his face and shoulders, and an almost inaudible 'yes boss'.

"Cody, for the remainder of this evening, you are no longer able to clearly see the face of the other man in this apartment. His face remains blurred and indistinct to you. Even your memories of seeing this man earlier this evening are now blurred and indistinct. When this man speaks, you will hear his voice as that of a young woman. This will not upset or concern you. When you know and understand this, let me know," I said to Cody in a clear voice that rang with authority.

"Yes, boss. I understand. Is this man gay too?" Cody asked as he stood there in front of me with his eyes closed and a slightly dreamy expression on his face.

Cody's basic personally was unchanged by my control of him, so his persistence in wanting to know if Andy was gay was unaffected. For some reason, determining this fact was important to Cody.

"I will let Alpha answer that question, Cody," I told him.

"Who's alpha, boss?" Cody asked in a puzzled tone.

"That is this man's name, Cody, and that is how you will address him," I instructed Cody.

"It's not his name, boss, but that is how I will address him," Cody responded.

It was perfectly in character for Cody. He never gave an inch. "Zero. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Wide awake! Wide awake!" I barked at Cody.

Cody blinked his eyes open and looked at me, with a look of complete bewilderment replacing the happy expression that he had just been wearing. "Hello, boss, er Mr. Walton. Why did you bring me out of hypnosis?" He asked.

"Come and sit down and the three of us will talk about it, Cody," I told him as I turned and headed back to the sofa A confused and curious Cody followed me. Cody took his place in the swivel rocking chair, while I sat down on the sofa next to Andy. The three of us sat there not saying a word for about a minute or so.

"Aren't you going to put me back under and uhm do as I asked, Mr. Walton?" Cody asked shattering the uncomfortable silence that had enveloped the room. He looked over at Andy, and blinked several times, as he rubbed his eyes with his finger tips. He kept looking at Andy, looking over at me and then looking at Andy again.

"In a moment or two," I answered him. "Something wrong, Cody?" I asked him.

"It's kind of weird. I can see your face clearly, Mr. Walton, but not this other guy. Alpha's face is kind of blurry whenever I look at him. Oh, I know why I can't see his face clearly, but it still takes some getting used to," Cody answered, with a slightly puzzled look on his face.

"I think Alpha has something he wants to ask you, before I take you back into your trance, Cody," I informed him.

"Paul is correct, cowboy," Andy said coolly. "I will answer your question as to my sexual orientation, if you will answer a question of mine."

"Seems fair," Cody responded softly. "Ask away."

"How do you feel about being tied up and gagged, while you are hypnotized?" Andy asked him bluntly.

"You'd you'd really do that to me?" Cody asked in a quivering voice as his body began to tremble. I began to wonder if this might be too much for Cody, from the way he was beginning to shake.

"Yes, I'll do that to you, and I promise to be gentle about it. I won't hurt you," Andy promised him. Andy kept his voice cool and calm, not betraying the excitement he felt at the idea he was proposing.

Cody launched himself out of his chair. He stood up and looked down at Andy with eyes as wide as saucers. "I don't believe this!" He cried out. "You want to strip me down and tie me up?" He asked as the fear blossomed on his face.

"Not exactly. I would tie you up, and then Paul here would milk you. He would get you turned on and acquiesce to your request regarding that dildo you're carrying in your suit jacket pocket," Andy stated calmly, with only a light tremor of excitement in his voice.

"Oh. But what about my pants?" Cody asked as he started to calm down. "I don't want you to rip them or ruin them. This is my best suit after all."

"I'm sure I could manage to pull your pants down at the proper time. With a few commands from Paul, I'm sure the proper position could be established to insure that you do not ruin any of your clothes, while at the same time insuring that you suffer a little bit of extra humiliation. I would enjoy seeing you tied up, gagged and helpless, Cody," Andy admitted softy with a small smile. It wasn't an evil smile or a mean smile, but rather a pleasant almost joyful smile.

"You're gay and your Paul's lover, aren't you?" Cody asked as he put two and two together. "Paul told you about our first encounter and you want get even with me, right?" Cody posed the question standing there in front of us, looking down at us. He crossed his arms in front of his chest and smiled a knowing smile at us. Whatever fear he had been feeling seemed to have been washed away by his deduction.

"You're correct, on all counts, cowboy. Now how about answering my question?" Andy asked him, as Andy stood up and locked eyes with Cody.

"At last a fag that I can understand. Let me think about this for a second," Cody said as he met Andy's gaze for a few seconds. Cody closed his eyes and pursed his lips thoughtfully.

I was starting to feel invisible. These two men were discussing Cody's future session with me as if I were not even in the room. I held my tongue in check, which wasn't made any easier by Cody's fag remark. I looked from Andy to Cody and back again. It was an entertaining little drama that was playing out in front of me.

"I supposed it would be okay, except that I didn't bring any rope with me," Cody said after a few minutes silence. Cody looked over at me, locking his eyes on mine. "I always wondered what it would feel like to be made helpless by someone," he muttered softly as his face gradually reddened. Cody licked his lips, as excitement crept over his face. Another tremor passed through his body. This time, though, I recognized it for was it was, a tremor of excitement, not fear. It seemed that Andy had struck a cord with his idea about tying Cody up.

"We can make due with some cord from the kitchen," I responded to Cody's remarks.

"You'd have to use a lot of it to tie me securely. I'm a lot stronger than I look," Cody said doubtfully.

"I think a few hypnotic suggestions will take care of that, Cody," I assured him. 'Ready to start?" I asked.

"Oh, I suppose so, but the cord isn't going to work," Cody said as he kept his arms crossed in front of his chest and looked down at me. He almost sneered at me, as if he were challenging me to take control of him again. Another tremor ran through his body. I didn't need to have a degree in psychology to know that Cody earnestly wanted to me to put him back into his hypnotic trance. He just didn't want to come right out and ask me. Maybe he was tired of asking me, since he'd already done that twice tonight. Perhaps he felt he'd swallowed enough of his pride for the evening. Whatever the reason, Cody was daring me to prove to him, yet again, that I did have control over him.

"Cowboy up, Cody," I said clearly. (After all, I didn't want to disappoint him, now did I?)

Cody's eyes fluttered closed and his head slumped down to his chest as he reacted to the post hypnotic trigger and slipped back into his trance. He took a few deep breaths as he stood there swaying slightly. His cowboy had was still pushed back on his head, I noticed.

"Straighten your cowboy hat, Cody, and go even deeper," I instructed him.

"Yes, boss," he muttered softly. Cody unlaced his arms from in front of his chest. He reached up and settled his cowboy hat on his head so that the hat was sitting properly. His task completed, Cody let his hands and arms drop down to hang limply at his sides. His eyes were still closed, but his face was graced with a small shy smile. Clearly he was enjoying himself once again.

I looked over at Andy and winked conspiratorially at him. "Shall we get started, Alpha?" I asked him.

Andy remained silent as he waved me over to where he was standing. I walked over to him, wondering what was the matter now.

"Paul, don't you find this all just a little bit strange?" he whispered to me.

"No, not really," I whispered back. "What do you find strange about this?" I whispered the question to him.

"Come on Paul," Andy whispered shooting a look of slight annoyance at me. "Cody's playing games. First he comes over here asking you to put him under. Then when you agree, he claims that you really don't control him. A few minutes later, when he's out of hypnosis he claims to be scared about getting tied up, and a few minutes later he admits that he would enjoy being tied up. He's flipping back and forth like a seesaw."

"I suppose he is," I said in hushed tones. "That's just the way it is with Cody. Hypnotized he is completely obedient and submissive. He's very happy being controlled in hypnosis. In his normal state of mind, his personality reasserts itself and he is a arrogant cowboy who has to feel that he is in control of the situation. I've seen subjects like him before. Cody's a bit of an extreme case, I admit, but we have nothing to worry about, Alpha."

"Okay. If you say so. But I still don't trust Cody," Andy said as he clung to his doubts.

"I don't trust Cody, either. Not even when he's in this controlled state. I'll be sure to keep a close eye on him," I said to Andy as I attempted to reassure him. "Oh, that reminds me" I said as a thought popped into my mind. I turned away from Andy and walked over to Cody. "Zero. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Wide Awake! Wide Awake!" I said to him in a clear and commanding tone of voice.

Cody's eyes popped open, and the smile left his face as he returned to his normal state of mind. He looked at me, standing only a few feet away from him, and as he stared at me, his face slowly took on a look of complete puzzlement. He gulped once or twice as he swung his gaze over at Andy, and then swung his gaze back on me. "Uhm .did I do something wrong, Mr. Walton?" He asked quizzically. "Why did you take me back out?"

"I forgot something, Cody. I forgot to check and see if you followed ALL my instructions," I hinted at him. Cody wasn't a stupid man. I was sure that he would figure out to what it was that I was referring. Then again, I had completely forgotten about it myself, so it would not surprise me if I'd have to drop another hint or two before he would be able to put two and two together.

"Your instructions?" Cody asked dumbfounded.

"Wallet," I said dropping a not so subtle hint.

"Oh, right. Uhokay," Cody said with a sudden lack of enthusiasm. Cody reached back with his right hand and fished his wallet out of his right hip pocket. I was mildly surprised to see a plain black tri-fold wallet grasped firmly in his right hand. The last time I had seen Cody he had been carrying an oversized brown wallet in the right hip pocket of those wonderfully tight jeans of his, and that wallet had stuck out an inch or so from the top if that hip pocket. Yet here was Cody with a different wallet, a black tri-fold wallet in his hands. Unusual, to say the least. Cody looked at me with a sad expression on his face as he unfolded the tri-fold wallet and opened it, showing me the contents of the bill compartment. I looked down and saw that contrary to my expectations, there were only a few limp bills residing in the compartment. Cody plucked the bills from his wallet with his left hand. Cody flipped his wallet closed and returned it to his right hip pocket. Cody gulped and spread out the bills in his right hand so I could clearly see them as he held them out to me. Two twenty dollar bills, one ten dollar bill and two five dollar bills were all that were there. "I'm sorry, Mr. Walton, but that's all I have. II couldn't get any money from an ATM. This is all I have. Cowboys don't make much money, you know." Cody offered in explanation. "It's not enough is it?" He asked, the disappointment clear in his voice.

"No, it's not enough," I confirmed. Cody looked crestfallen, like a little boy who's just had his favorite toy taken away from him. "But that doesn't matter. I didn't want your money anyway. Now put your money away, Cody," I told him with a half smile on my face.

The surprised look on Cody's face melted into an expression of relief as he retrieved his wallet from his right hip pocket. He looked down at his hands as he opened his wallet in preparation to stuffing the bills back into his wallet.

"I should warn you Cody, that this one time when you put your wallet back you will go back into your hypnotic trance. You see, you may no longer be in hypnosis right now, but you are still very suggestible," I said to him with a grin.

"Really?" Cody asked as he looked up at me, his hands frozen in the action of opening his wallet.

"Really," I assured him.

Cody looked at me and blinked several times. He looked down and continued with the task of opening his wallet. "I kind of hope you're correct, Mr. Walton, but I can't help but have my doubts," Cody said as he finished opening his wallet. He stuffed the bills into his wallet and folded his wallet closed. He placed the wallet in his right hand and got ready to slip his wallet back into his right hip pocket, then he paused and looked up at me. "I am relieved that I don't have to pay you for this session, Mr. Walton," Cody commented as he looked at me and grinned. He moved his right hand back towards his right hip pocket and smoothly inserted his wallet back into his right hip pocket. He fiddled with the back pocket for some strange reason for a few seconds. He kept his eyes locked on mine as he let his right hand and arm return to rest hanging by his right side. "I guess you're going to have to find anoth." He began speaking but his words were cut in mid syllable as his eyes closed quickly and his head slumped down so his chin was resting on his chest.

I looked at Cody standing there, swaying ever so slightly as he stood there back in his super hypnotic trance. I couldn't help but smile with glee at the sight of him. I do so love it when a subject reacts well to a verbal suggestion to go back into his trance. "Going down deeper and deeper with each word that I utter and with each breath you take," I instructed Cody. "For the deeper you go, the better you feel and the better you feel, the deeper you go. Knowing that every time you carry out any instructions or commands that I give you, you will go deeper and deeper, becoming more relaxed more comfortable and more carefree. For you know and accept that right now, you can do nothing but obey me. It is all that you want and wish to do, for the rest of this session."

"Yes, boss," Cody said softly, nodding his head slightly in agreement.

"Going down ever deeper my good little cowboy," I encouraged him. "When you feel yourself completely at my mercy you will raise your head open your eyes and smile at me. You'll feel so good, knowing that you are completely at my mercy, that you wont' be able to help smiling. In fact the harder you try not to smile the bigger your smile will become. As you stand there smiling at me you will be able to tell me whatever it is that you most want me to do to you, or that you wish to do for me." I never tired of saying things like that to willing and cooperative subjects. I guessed it was because I always got a thrill out of saying that and hearing the positive reactions from my subjects. (Yes, it was also a bit of power trip, too.)

Slowly Cody raised his head up and opened his eyes. He smiled at me warmly, as if he had encountered an old and trusted friend. "You are the trail boss. I'm a good little cowboy, and good little cowboys always obey the trail boss," he declared calmly as if he were discussing the weather. Cody's smile grew into a grin as he stood there staring at me for a few more seconds. He sighed softly once or twice as he grinned at me like some star struck idiot. (Yes, I thoroughly enjoyed that sight too. I smiled back at him as I waited for him to continue speaking.) "I want you to milk me, boss. I want you to take that dildo I brought with me and shove it up my ass." (Crude, but to the point.) Cody actually blushed just a tiny little bit as he spoke. He gulped once and continued speaking. "You you can even tie me up and gag me first if you want to boss." He let the words trail off. I could have sworn I saw a small glint in his eyes as he spoke.

"Cody, in one of the drawers in the kitchen you will find a big spool of cord. Now be a good little cowboy and go fetch it for me," I ordered him while trying my best to keep a patronizing tone out of my voice.

"Yes boss. Right away," He exclaimed happily as he turned about and trotted off to the kitchen.

"Alpha, come and help me clear off the dining room table, would you please?" I asked Andy as I turned and addressed him.

"Okay," Andy agreed as he walked over and headed to the dinning room table. As we got to work clearing off the few books that were on the table Andy addressed me. "So who gets to tie up Cody when he comes back?"

"Why you do, silly," I said to him with a smile. "It was your idea after all. I'll have my own fun with Cody, rest assured."

"That is the least of my worries, Paul," Andy said with a smirk. "Do you think you could get Cody to respond to me, instead of to you, while I'm tying him up? It's going to be kind of awkward to keep having to ask you to tell Cody to do what I want."

"Not a problem, Alpha," I answered with a smirk of my own. I was pleased that Andy was beginning to enjoy what was about to happen to Cody.

Just then Cody appeared from out of the kitchen with the spool of cord in hand. He made his way over to me and held out the spool of cord to me. "Here you go, boss, just like you asked. I'm sorry took so long, but you didn't say which drawer the spool was in."

"You've done well, Cody," I responded with a smile. "Now I want you to hand the spool of cord over to Alpha. The moment that you do so, you will find yourself obeying every instruction that he gives you, no matter what the instruction might be. However, my instructions will always override Alpha's. Is that clear?" I asked him.

"Yes, boss. I understand completely," Cody answered smiling at me as he turned and walked over to where Andy was standing. There were several good reasons as to why I made sure that my orders to Cody would override Andy's. First and foremost was to insure that Cody was not put in the situation where he had to try and obey two conflicting sets of instructions. The second was so that Cody would still feel safe, since he would know that I could always rescue him from any instructions that Andy (or Alpha as Cody knew him) might give him. I found to my surprise that I didn't like the idea of giving up control of one of my subjects to someone else, even if that someone was Andy. It made me feel uncomfortable, for some reason. I decided to think about that later. Right now there were more pressing and interesting matters to deal with.

"Your cord, sir," Cody said as he handed over the spool of cord to Andy. Cody stood there smiling at Andy, calmly awaiting Andy's first command to him. I guessed that while Cody still considered me to be his 'trail boss', he had decided to show Andy some respect by addressing him as 'sir'. It seemed to make perfect sense to me, so I kept my comments to myself. (See, I am learning when to keep my big mouth shut.) I looked over at Andy as he stood there taking the spool of cord from Cody, and thought what a handsome pair of men they made. Yes, tonight was turning out to be very special indeed.