The Coffee Shop Pt. 04

"Carefully climb up onto the dinning room table, like a good little cowboy," Andy directed Cody, with a grin.

"Yes sir," Cody responded as he began climbing up onto the dinning room table.

I mentally cursed myself for not moving into a better position, before Andy started. I couldn't see much if anything of Cody's backside. All I could see was three quarters of his front, and most of Andy's back. Come to think of it, what the hell was I complaining about? Andy's backside was and would always continue to be, a sight to behold. Cody was a one night stand, if you will pardon the expression. Andy was for life. I was shaken out of my internal debate by the smooth fluid motion of Cody climbing up onto the dinning room table.

Cody placed both of his hands flat on the top of the table, slightly to the right of the center of his body, and braced his arms stiffly from wrists to shoulders. Cody leaned forward so that most of his body weight was supported by his arms and pulled his right leg upward, while at the same time bending his right leg at the knee effectively folding his right leg beneath his torso. Easily he placed his right leg onto the top of the table sliding his leg so that it was beside his right arm. Cody stood there on his left leg, with his right leg folded on top of the table for a heartbeat or two. I licked my lips in both excitement and frustration. I knew that at this precise moment the right side of Cody's suit pants would be pulled extra tight across his buttocks, and with his wallet in that right back pocket his ass would be a magnificent sight. Unfortunately, that sight was denied me because Cody was facing towards me, and because the tails of his suit jacket would be hanging down hiding that picturesque scene like a curtain before the start of a theater performance. "There's no point lamenting about it," I thought to myself. "You can always have Cody get into that position again after Andy's finished with him, so stand back, enjoy the show, and don't spoil Andy's fun." The magic moment, as I liked to think of it, passed all too quickly. Cody leaned forward and down slightly as he balanced all his weight on his two hands and his right leg. Quickly Cody pulled his left leg up and bent it, folding it at the knee. He pulled his left leg up off of the floor while bending it at the knee. He placed his left leg so that it was between his right and left hands as he tucked his left leg under his body. Cody leaned forward even more, lowering his head towards the surface of the table as he shifted his weight even further forward. With most of his weight now supported by his legs, Cody raised his right hand off the table and placed his right hand back on the table about a foot in front of his body. Cody swung his body forward pivoting on his hips and his right shoulder, while at the same time picking his left hand up off of the table and placing his left hand down near to where his right hand was. In much less time that it took to describe it, Cody had moved from a semi-crouched position on the top of the table into a more open position on his hands and knees. Think of a guy getting down on all fours, on his hands and knees and you will have a good idea of the position Cody had just achieved. The difference though, is that he was on his hands and knees on the top of the dinning room table, and he had a huge grin on his face and an unmistakable twinkle in his eyes.

Cody crawled about on his hands and knees for a little bit longer as he positioned himself as near to the center of the table as he could. "Done, sir," he said as he stood there on his hand and knees, looking at Andy expectantly. Cody reminded me of a happy obedient dog on all fours waiting for his master to command him. I suppose, all things considered, that was a pretty good analogy.

"Sit down on the table with your legs straight out in front of you, cowboy. Oh, and lean back slightly so your body is supported by placing your arms beside and slightly behind you," Andy ordered Cody. Andy remained standing where he was as he waited for Cody to comply.

"Yes, sir," Cody responded with a tone of excitement in his voice. Cody lowered his backside to the surface of the table and swung his legs out in front of him, unfolding his legs in the process. In only a few moments Cody was sitting on the table his backside pressed down firmly on the table top. His long lovely legs (well to me they were long and lovely legs, but only because they were concealed beneath a pair of dress pants), stretched out in front of him His legs were slightly spread apart. Cody was sitting up and leaning back slightly. His arms were stretched out behind his body just a tad, with the palms of his hands flat on the table top. Just as he hand been instructed, he was supporting the weight of his body with his arms. I walked closer to the table and over to the end of the table where Cody's cowboy boot clad feet were. I turned about and looked at Cody.

He was sitting there grinning like an idiot. His jacket was hanging down and spread apart slightly. This was caused by the way his arms were positions beside and slightly in back of his body. This exposed more of Cody's white dress shirt as well as the front of his dress pants and his crotch. Cody's white dress shirt was indeed a western style dress shirt I realized, when I saw the flaps of two western style pockets on either side of the tie that hung down from the collar of the dress shirt. I directed my eyes downward following the tie until I reached the pointed end. The tie lay limply on Cody's chest and hung down the front of his dress pants, slightly off to his left side. I could partly see the big shiny cowboy belt buckle that was centered on the front of Cody's dress pants. The fly of Cody's pants were pushed up and tented in front of his body, which cut off some of the view of his belt buckle, but not enough to prevent me from deducing what was on the buckle. The buckle had a stylized capital 'C' in gold on a plain silver background. The edge of the belt buckle had a gold rope border around it. Cody's pants were not tented due to excitement but simply due to the face that he was sitting down. (Yes, that was a bit of a disappointment, but I knew I would have ample opportunity to correct that situation a bit later.) I couldn't really tell what type of front pockets Cody's pants had, since his jacket was blocking the sides of his pants, but I wasn't concerned. I knew I'd find out eventually. I dropped my gaze a bit further and noticed that the crotch of Cody's pants were somewhat snug. No, tight would have been a better word. At least around Cody's thighs those pants looked tight. There didn't seem to be much slack in the fabric until Cody's knees came into view. The crease in the pants was sharp and clear, almost as if the pants has recently been pressed or ironed. I followed the pants down until they ended an inch or so above what would have been Cody's ankles. What I actually saw though was more of Cody's black shiny cowboy boots. The shaft of the boots had a simple pattern stitched into them as you might expect. The boots looked fairly new. Only the wear on the soles gave any indication that these boots were well past being broken in. Cody's legs were rotated slightly so that his boot covered feet were pointing out and away from each other, at roughly a ninety or one hundred degree angle. The boot heels were nearly touching each other. Now I understood the reason for Andy's specific instructions. I looked over at Andy briefly and smiled at him in thanks. He didn't' return the gesture. He had all his attention focused on Cody. Andy approached Cody slowly and calmly.

"Press your legs together Cody, and pull your knees up towards you until your legs are at about a ninety degree angle," Andy directed Cody. Andy positioned himself so that Cody was directly in front of him, as Cody sat there on the table. From Cody's perspective, Andy was on Cody's right side, and standing near Cody's cowboy boots.

Cody nodded his head as he did as he was told. He looked at Andy and licked his lips, in anticipation of what he hoped was going to take place. Andy unrolled a short length of cord from the spool and placed it on the top of Cody's right boot, just above where Cody's ankle would have been had his ankle been visible. Andy waved at me to approach him. "Put your finger here to hold down the cord for a second. Okay, Paul?" He asked me.

"Sure," I replied as I placed the index finger of my right hand on the cord and pressed down firmly on it.

With the end of the cord firmly anchored by me, Andy placed the spool of cord in his right hand and moved the spool over Cody's boots and away from Andy, while letting the cord smoothly spill off of the spool. Andy reached under Cody's boots with his left hand and arm. Andy passed the spool from his right hand to his left hand, and with a firm tug Andy pulled the spool back towards himself, leaving a trail of cord on the underside of Cody's boots. By repeating these movements Andy proceeded to tie Cody's boots together and tightly too. After a few passes Andy no longer needed me to hold the end of the cord on Cody's boots. I lifted my finger from the now secured end of the cord and backed up a step or two.

With me out of the way, Andy was able to quicken his progress at tying up Cody. I stood there slightly flabbergasted as I watched Andy work his way up Cody's body with the spool of cord. Andy had Cody's boots lashed securely together in only a few minutes. Andy moved up to Cody's legs and started to bind them together just below his knees. I wasn't sure exactly how he was doing it, but Andy was tying up Cody without using any knots in the cord. A few moments later Andy was binding Cody's thighs at just above his knees. I studied Andy's face as he continued with his self-imposed task. He was happy. His face was relaxed and he smiled in an easy and carefree manner. I couldn't see any hint of malice, anger or gloating in his eyes or his facial expression.

"Lean forward and hold out your arms so that both writs are resting on your knees, cowboy," Andy directed Cody.

Cody nodded his head eagerly as he bent forward as far as he could and whipped his arms around from beside him. Cody stretched his arms out in front of him and placed his wrists on top of his knees. Andy took the spool of cord and quickly and easily began wrapping the cord about Cody's wrists. This task was make much simpler due to Cody's wholehearted cooperation. In a few minutes Cody's wrists were bound together with only one thin strand of cord connecting his bound wrists to his bound thighs. Andy wasn't finished yet, though. Andy now started to wrap the cord around both Cody's bound writs and his bound thighs. This not only bound Cody's wrists to his thighs, but also made it much more difficult, if not impossible for Cody to pull his writs free or to wiggle his way free.

Satisfied that Cody's wrists were indeed secured to his thighs, Andy then began to bind Cody's arms together at the elbow. Cody' winced once or twice when Andy pulled the cord tightly about Cody's elbows, but Cody didn't offer any objections or complaints. For a finishing touch Andy looped the cord about Cody's neck several times before Andy placed the nearly depleted spool of cord on the table beside Cody. There was a line of cord from Cody's neck to the spool. Andy had not cut the cord once nor tied even one knot, during his fettering of Cody. I was impressed. I couldn't help but wonder if the cord would hold. It sure looked like Cody was bound hand and foot and while dressed in a suit and tie no less.

"There. All done," Andy said and bowed to me with a flourish. "I hope Cody doesn't have any plans to go anywhere for a while."

"Cody try to move. Try to free yourself," I said to him.

"Yes, boss," Cody said as he started to wiggle about. on the table. Cody gritted his teeth as he strained against his bonds. I noticed that the cord about Cody's neck was pulled a bit tighter as Cody's struggled. It wasn't enough to choke him, but it appeared to be uncomfortable. Cody couldn't move his arms or his hands. As for his feet and legs, he could flex them maybe a fraction of an inch at the knees but that was all. Cody gave up after a few more minutes. He sat back, as much as the restrains would allow him. "I can't get free boss," he confessed. He grinned through the sweat that beaded on his brow, and the drop or two that rolled down the side of his face as he turned and looked at Andy. "Thank you, Alpha. You did a really good job."

"Interesting," I said as I walked up to Cody and gave this cute, tied up and helpless cowboy, a good look see. "So you're tied up and helpless are you?" I asked him.

"Oh yes, boss," he confirmed and a small moan escaped from his lips.

"May I, Alpha?" I asked Andy as I turned and looked at him.

"May you what?" Andy asked me, unsure as to what it was that I asking.

"May I take the opportunity to examine this corralled cowboy of yours?" I said with a smile.

"Of course. That's why he's there, Paul," Andy said smiling back at me.

I turned back towards Cody and slowly walked up to stand as near to him as I could. I was standing beside Cody's bent over torso, with the right side of Cody's body directly in front of me. I smiled at him warmly as I savored the sight of him tied up and helpless. My flagpole was at half mast, if you follow my meaning. I was mildly surprised at my reaction to the site of this helpless man in front of me. I suppose I shouldn't have been though. After all hypnosis is a form of control, and so is tying up a person. Slowly I reached out with my right hand, and traced the line of Cody's jaw across the right side of his face.

"Mmmm" Cody muttered.

"All dressed up and fit to be tied," I said absently.

"Oh yes, boss," Cody agreed in a soft mutter. He gulped once or twice, and the smile never left his face.

I reached over and ran my right hand down Cody's right shoulder from his neck to the edge of shoulder of his suit jacket. Cody moaned softly. "Each and every time I touch any part of your body Cody, clothed or not, you experience pleasure, "I told him. (Talk about a redundant statement! Cody was already experiencing that, but it didn't hurt to reinforce it.)

"Yes boss, yes." Cody moaned fervently, his eyes taking on a slightly glazed look.

I reached over and placed both of my hands on Cody's chest, on top of his suit jacket. It wasn't easy. I had to maneuver my hands and arms down below Cody's outstretched arms, and then reach up to be able to put my hands on Cody's chest. I had not anticipated this problem. I did my best to overcome it, though. Without pausing even to catch my breath I began moving my hands around on his chest exploring the surface and texture of his suit jacket. Cody uttered a few soft moans, but was otherwise silent. The material of his suit jacket was smooth and dry, and unremarkable. I guess if you've felt one wool blend suit jacket, you've felt them all, and I've felt quite a few of them in my time. My curiosity got the better of me and I pawed through all the of the pockets of Cody's suit jacket. The left outside suit jacket pocket ,which I had to stretch just a bit to reach, was empty. The right outside suit jacket pocket contained the dildo that Cody had shown me earlier in the evening. The inside of the jacket was lined, but there were no inside pockets. A minor surprise, but not enough to distract me from continuing my task. My hands were on an exploratory mission, and they were not going to stop now. Not wishing to leave any part of Cody unexplored, I curtailed my desire to explore his western dress shirt, and turned my attention to Cody's back. Lightly I ran my hands across Cody's shoulders and let my hands move down the center seam of Cody's suit jacket, until I encounter the start of the central vent in the back of the jacket. I resisted the strong urge I had to spread the vent open and get a good look at Cody's panted posterior. I had to admire the way that the suit jacket fitted Cody. It wasn't tight, but it was close fitting and it seemed to emphasize the sliminess and fitness of his body. (I should look so good in a suit!)

I gave Cody's back only a cursory examination. There were many more interesting areas of his body that I wanted to explore. I gleefully turned my attention back to Cody's front. I reached up and cupped his face in my hands. He moaned with delight, and slowly closed his eyes as he surrendered to the pleasure that poured into his brain.. "Deeper and deeper into my power, with each touch of my hands and with each breath that you take, Cody," I encouraged him. He nodded his head slightly a few times and moaned his agreement. Slowly I let my hands slide down off of Cody's face, and let them fall onto his chest once again. That is, I tried to do that but my descending outstretched arms were soon blocked by Cody's arms. I sighed with slight annoyance as the obstacle of Cody's outstretched arms presented themselves again. I quickly pulled my arms back and then thrust them towards Cody's chest being sure that my arms were below the level of Cody's outstretched arms. When my hands finally made contact with Cody's chest, though, I moved my hands about and pushed Cody's suit jacket aside to expose as much of his white western dress shirt as I could. There wasn't anything remarkable about the shirt. It was a simple white cotton western dress shirt, with pearl snap buttons closures down the front and on the two flapped chest pockets. It was smooth soft and warm to the touch, and in case you were wondering, the pockets were empty. At least I couldn't find any bulges or bumps in them when I ran my nimble and flexible fingers over them again and again. I ran my hands over and under Cody's tie too. The silk tie was smooth and soft under my fingertips. I sighed with pleasure as I continued with my exploration of Cody.

Cody moaned and sighed softly a few times while I examined as much of Cody's shirt and tie as I could. I briefly toyed with the idea of undoing that shirt and stroking Cody's chest but decided not to rush things. Slow and steady was the best way to savor the situation and truly enjoy myself. After a few more minutes I worked my way down to Cody's belt. Now we were getting into interesting territory. Gently and delicately I let my fingers roam over that big belt buckle of Cody's and up and down across Cody's waist, as I let the anticipation build. As I had suspected the suit pants had keystone belt loops, which fit in with the western style of the suit.

"I'm going to search until I find that rock hard cock of yours, Cody," I breathed softly into his right ear. "And there's nothing you can do to stop me. When I start to stroke that long hard hot shaft of yours Cody, you won't be able to stop me. It will feel so good, so sexy, so horny, that you'll moan and groan out loud with unbridled pleasure." There was nothing like added to the tension and expectation.

"Yes, boss, please." Cody whined. "Oh, yes, please I I can't wait.."

"Yes, that's my good little cowboy," I encouraged him, as I let my hands drift down slowly over Cody's belt and onto the front of his suit pants. There wasn't much to feel though since Cody was bent over and the front of his pants were scrunched up. Still by moving my hands off to the side and way from the fly of his pants I was able to determine that the pants had western front top pockets, as opposed to the slash side angle pockets you find on most dress pants. As I reached down and began to explore the front of Cody's pelvic area it was easier to move my hand and arms about. Cody's arms were well above me and thus no longer presented a significant obstacle. I moved my probing fingers over the front of Codys' smooth warm dress pants seeking to achieve target acquisition.