The Coffee Shop Pt. 04

"Oh yes" Cody hissed loudly as my fingers finally found his stiff and hard cock. It wasn't any challenge at all, it turned out. With Codys' pants bunched up due to his being in a bent over position, it effectively forced his cock into the center of his pants directly below the fly of his pants. As his cock became stiff and hard, it could not help but to jut out from the rest of his body and give Cody a sever case of tented trousers. I closed my eyes in silent delight as I began to let my fingers move up and down the long hard bulge in Cody's pants that signaled the position of the shaft of Cody's penis, pressing down on it just hard enough to be certain he would feel my fingers through the fabric of his pants. If Cody's nearly constant moans and groans of pleasure were any indication, my efforts were having the desired effect.

"What the fuck, boss? Play a tune on my organ, please!" Cody burst out suddenly. I obliged. I let my fingers walk up and down that hard firm flagpole of a cock, increasing the pressure slightly. Cody's only response aside from a few loud moans, was to wiggle back and forth slightly.

"Just remember that you cannot cum, you cannot shoot your load until I give you permission, Cody," I reminded him, as my fingers continued to walk up and down the length of that lovely bulge in Cody's pants. I didn't want an accident, after all. I certainly did not want Cody to ruin his best suit. Well, not at this particular time, anyway.

"Can't cum until you say boss," Cody moaned out the words between breaths. He had surrendered completely to my gentle caresses, wanting more of them, and we had barely begun. I suspected that his being tied up and feeling so helpless was contributing to his feelings of deep pleasure and surrender. As I slowly explored as much of the front of Cody's pants as I was able, I couldn't help but feel some surprise at Cody's reaction to all this. I would never have suspected that Cody was the type of man who had a hidden need to feel controlled and helpless. He had seemed like such an arrogant and conceited man the first time that I'd met him. He was a cocky and self assured jerk that first time in the restaurant, and now he had been reduced to this. A tied up, straight, submissive and obedient cowboy who thrilled at the touch of a gay man stroking his cock. Will wonders never cease?

Try as I might, there was only so much of Cody's pants that I could get access to while he was sitting there with his wrists tied to his knees and his legs tied up close together. I did manage to reach down and finger Cody's crotch. and the very edge of the seat of his pants. Cody hooted with delight at feeling my finger tips exploring his crotch. It was too bad that I couldn't do more, but I'm not Mr. Fantastic after all. I wasn't able to stretch my hand and fingers making them thin enough to slip underneath Cody's butt. So I moved onto to explore Cody's thighs and the rest of his legs. I must admit that it felt good to run my fingers and hands up and around Cody's legs and all the way down to his boots. The coils of cord about his legs were a bit of a distraction but I managed to ignore them for the most part. The material of his suit pants was as soft and warm as his suit jacket. It was a very pleasant experience to move about and run my hands over his thighs, knees and lower legs. Cody enjoyed it too. Why else would he have continued to moan while I proceeded with my examination of his body? Cody's boots were a hard black leather, most likely bull hide to judge from the firmness. I'm not a connoisseur of cowboy boots, but I know what I like. I liked the feel and the texture of Cody's boots. They appeared to be high quality boots, and they looked very good on him.

"Enough of this, I think," Andy spoke out suddenly. He walked up to the dinning room table and stood on the side opposite to me. I blinked at him in surprise wondering what the heck was the matter with him. I had been ignoring him for the past quarter of a hour, as I explored Cody's suited body, but surely Andy had expected my attention to be focused on Cody and not on him.

"No, please? More, please?" Cody whined plaintively, at hearing Andy's words. Andy reached over the table and firmly grabbed Cody's left shoulder with both of his powerful hands. One savage tug was all it took for Andy to topple Cody over on to his left side. Cody's eyes popped open in surprise as he felt himself tipping over to the left. Before Cody could react, Andy had Cody lying down on the table, on his left side. Andy was careful to catch Cody as he toppled over, and to lower him gently to the surface of the table. Cody didn't so much as bruise an eyelash when Andy had finished placing him so that he was lying on his left side on the top of the table.

"That should make things a bit easier for you, Paul," Andy said with a mellow chuckle as he looked over at my still puzzled face.

"Thanks, Alpha," I responded as I let a smile blossom on my face. Andy knew me well, very well.

"Thankthank you too, Alpha," Cody grunted at Andy as Cody wiggled about on the table trying to move around. "You.you did a great job of tying me up. I can't get free. I can't even sit back up."

I moved up next to the table and looked at Cody's body as it lay on his left side. His suit jacket was slightly pulled up on the right side and the vent in the back of his suit jacket was spread out slightly revealing a tantalizing few inches of Cody's backside. I gulped once in anticipation, as I thrust my hands eagerly towards Cody's backside. Andy had presented this little gift to me and it would be rude to refuse it. (I wouldn't want to be rude to my 'dear heart' now would I? Of course not, so I had to take some action, now didn't I?) I didn't waste any time moving the back of Cody's suit jacket aside so that I could get a clear view of his butt. I was not disappointed. Those suit pants looked to be skin tight as they clung to every curve and valley of Cody's ass. There were two back pockets on those pants and they had flap pockets on them. I ran my hands over Cody's cheeks to check out those pockets, and also to get a good feeling for Cody's ass. The left pocket had a button closure and it was done up. It was interesting the way in which the flap seemed to pull slightly at the button. It was probably due to the tightness of Cody's suit pants, since there wasn't anything in the left back pocket didn't contain anything. I ran my hands over Cody's left buttocks several times to confirm that the left back pocket was empty. I'm nothing, if not thorough. Cody started moaning the moment he felt my hands on his butt. Every now then Cody would softly cry out 'yes' and a shudder would run through his body as I continued to paw his behind. I noticed with mild surprise that the right back pocket of Cody's suit pants did not seem to have any type of button closure. The flap was smooth and did not have a button hole sown into it. It was a little unusual, but in no way distracted from the joy of the moment.

The right back pocket of Cody's pants wasn't empty. I knew that without looking or having to put my hand on Cody's right buttock. I had seen Cody put his wallet in his right back pocket earlier in the evening. It did not distract from the pleasure of seeing his right hip pocket bulging with that tri-fold wallet, though. As you might expect the wallet bulge caused Cody's suit pants to be pulled even tighter across his right buttock and most especially across his butt crack. I started doing a little heavy breathing of my own right about then.

"Oh, that IS nice," Andy softly breathed in my right ear. I nearly jumped out of my skin with surprise. I had been so intent on Cody's butt I hadn't even noticed that Andy had walked around the dinning room table and was now standing behind me, looking over my shoulder at Cody's delectable derriere. "I can see why you wanted to work with this guy," Andy observed. I blushed a bright red, but only heaven knows why. I didn't turn around to look at Andy, though. I couldn't bare to look away from Cody's butt. "It's okay. That's why I love you, Texas," Andy whispered in my ear soothingly as he patted me on the shoulder reassuringly.

Now that I had Andy's blessing I returned to the task at hand with renewed enthusiasm. I let my hands roam all over Cody's buttocks. The smooth tight warm material of Cody's suit pants was an erotic thrill in itself. Add in the fact that Cody was deeply under my control, tied up and helpless, literally, and you had a situation that could only be called euphoric. My cock was rock hard and pushing against my jeans, and I was loving every second of it. I moaned out loud, careless as to who might hear me. I could feel the tip of my cock become wet as the excitement of the situation continued to build.

"So turned on and so helpless, aren't you, my little cowboy?" I asked Cody as my hands continued to roam over his suit covered backside. I just could not resist reminding Cody that he was mine now, and that I controlled him. It gave me a renewed thrill each time I said something like that to him, and even more so when he acknowledged it.

"Oh God, yes boss!" Cody cried out. He started thrashing about on the table, moaning and grunting all the while. Rather he tried to trash about, but he couldn't move around much. All that he managed to do was to wiggle his body a bit, most especially his ass. Of course, that could have been his intention all along, since his wiggling of his ass caused my hands to rub against his buttocks with a bit more force. "I'm helpless, boss. I'm at your mercy, boss. I'll do anything you want, boss. I'm your good little cowboy, boss," Cody called out once he stopped his undulating. Somehow he had managed to stop moaning and grunting long enough to put a couple of coherent sentences together.

I clamped my hands on Cody's buttocks, one hand on each buttock and squeezed with all my might. (Like I shouldn't have done that? Get real! I'm sure you would have just turned around and walked away from an ass like Cody's.)

"Oh My GOD!!!!" Cody screamed out as I got a double handful of his ass. He panted as he tried to catch his breath, and wiggled about a bit more. I let up on the pressure of my hands on his buttocks. I wasn't getting as good a gripe as I wanted. My right hand wasn't capturing nearly as much of Cody's ass as my left hand, and I knew the reason why. I let go of his ass and moved my hands towards the right back pocket of his suit pants. "Please boss. Please don't stop? Please.will you squeeze me again? I'll do anything you want, if you'll promise to squeeze my ass like that again. Please, boss? Please, I'll be a good little cowboy for you boss. Please? " Cody implored me when he felt my hands let go of his buttocks. I ignored his pleas for the moment. It took both of my hand to grab and pull Cody's wallet from the right back pocket of his pants. This was a drawback of Cody's tight suit pants that I had not anticipated. It was a bit of a challenge to work that wallet out of the pocket of his pants. I had to push at the bottom of the wallet with one hand while pulling at it with the other hand. It took a couple of minutes of effort to get that wallet out of Cody's pocket, but I managed to do it. (So much for any possible future as a pickpocket. Fortunately I have other talents.) I put the wallet on the table off to the side a short distance from Cody, where I was sure the wallet would not get in the way. I placed my hands on Cody's buttocks, took a deep breath and then grabbed a double handful of his ass. This time I got my fair share in each hand.

"OH THANK YOU, BOSS! YES, SQUEEZE ME! GRAB ME!!" Cody cried out with joy. Cody grunted and gasped a few times as I squeezed his buttocks a few more times.

"I took your wallet, Cody," I informed as I continued to kneed his buttocks with my hands. "I reached into your pants and took your wallet. I don't think I'll bother giving it back."

"Who the fuck cares, boss? I sure as hell don't!" Cody called out as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through his brain. "I'm already your good little cowboy, boss. If you want my wallet, you can have it. I don't give a shit." I couldn't see Cody's face, but I could hear the smile in his voice.

A tap on my shoulder prompted me to look up away from Cody's backside. I turned my head to look at Andy. He was looking a me with one eyebrow raised and a questioning look on his face. Andy moved closer to me. When he was close enough I whispered an answer to his unasked question. "No, I don't intend to keep Cody's wallet. I only said that to increase his feeling of helplessness." Andy nodded his head in silent agreement as relief flooded his face. I returned my attention to Cody and his bodacious butt. I squeezed those two perfect half hemispheres a few more times, luxuriating in the feeling of that man flesh, beneath my fingers, and the grunts, groans and moans that continued to pour out of Cody's throat. Cody's butt was remarkably hard and firm, and yet I could still squeeze those butt cheeks. Isn't nature wonderful?

Acting on a sudden impulse I released my grip on Cody's right buttocks. I made a fist with my now free right hand and then extended my right index finger. Without a moment's hesitation I placed my right index finger on the top of the center seam of Cody's suit pants. I pressed down very firmly as I slowly followed the seam of Cody's dress pants down in between his buttocks. I pushed and probed with my index finger as far in between Cody's but cheeks as I could. Due to the tightness of Cody's suit pants, I wasn't able to insert my finger very far in between Cody's buttocks. It was more of a suggestion, a hint, than any actual fingering of his butt. The resistance offered by Cody's suit pants was exciting, nonetheless. To judge from why way that Cody moaned and grunted when he felt my probing digit trying to slide in between his buttocks, he was turned on by it as well.

"FUCK ME, PLEASE BOSS!! SHOVE THAT DILDO UP MY ASS AND SCREW MY BRAINS OUT!! PLEASE BOSS, PLEASE!!!" Cody screamed out without warning. I should have been expecting that, I suppose. After all, I had hinted as much by trying to probe his buttocks with my right index finger.

"Cody's ready for this. How about you, Alpha?" I asked Andy as I looked up over Cody's body and glanced at Andy.

"Yup," Andy answered with a smile. "What's the next step?" He asked tilting his head at me quizzically.

"Get Cody up on his knees and bent over for me, while I go get a towel from the linen closet," I answered, as I turned and headed off down the hall. I didn't run but I did walk very fast. I didn't want to miss a moment of what about to happen. I wrenched the door to the linen closet open and grabbed the first bath towel I laid my hands on. I arrived back in less than a minute. Much to my surprise Cody hadn't budged an inch. He was still in the same position as when I'd left him. I looked up at Andy and opened me mouth to ask him why he hadn't started positioning Cody.

"I decided to wait for you, Paul. I didn't want you to miss anything," Andy said to me, cutting off my question before I could even ask it. "Besides, it might take two of us to get Cody up on his knees."

"Boss, would you please stop talking about it and just fuck me?" Cody asked with a slight touch of anger to the pleading in his voice. Mister arrogant cowboy didn't like to be kept waiting, it seemed. "I really should do something about that," I thought to myself. I smiled as a most interesting idea popped into my mind.

"Come on Alpha, let's get to work," I said to Andy and smiled a knowing smile at him. Andy smiled back, and winked at me. He knew I had something in mind. Andy reached over and grabbed Cody's torso with both hands. Andy pulled Cody's body up off of the table, and rolled Cody up onto his knees. Cody had a slight build, while Andy was a strong and powerful man, so this maneuver presented little difficulty. The manner in which Cody was tied up resulted in him being placed in the perfect position. Cody's legs from the knees down were pressed flat on the surface of the table. Cody's upper legs were bent at a ninety degree angle to his lower legs, which meant that Cody's hips were pointing straight up in the air. Cody's torso was bent down at the waist and hips so that his head was just resting on the surface of the table. He looked like a Muslim knelt in pray, except that Cody's hands were thrust just under his knees, instead of off to either side of his body. As you might expect Cody' suit jacket was hanging down to either side of his body, however not much of Cody's ass was exposed even with the vent in the back of the jacket. It took Andy only a few minutes get reposition Cody, during which time I stood back and watched. Cody's only contribution, other that complete passivity, was to grunt a few soft 'yes' at Andy when Cody felt Andy touching him.

"You know, Cody, you really shouldn't be so impatient," I said to him as I walked up to his hunched over form.

"I'm sorry, boss, but I really want this. I really do," Cody whined.

I spread Cody's suit jacket away from his backside to be sure that I had an unobstructed view of my target. "Yes, boss, yes," Cody called out encouragingly. I swung my arm back and up behind me. I paused for a moment and then let my arm fly, hitting Cody's backside with a loud and resounding slap. Cody's body jerked and trembled. He whipped his head to the right to look at me. His face was a mask of surprise and shock.

"That's for being impatient, Cody," I said to him, as he stared at me. I slapped his ass a few more times. I did not put much strength behind the blows. I wasn't trying to hurt Cody after all. This was more of a symbolic spanking than a real one. Cody's clothes cushioned the force of the blow on his bum.

"I'm sorry, boss!" Cody wailed. "I won't do it again, boss. I promise! I'll be good!" Cody wasn't crying but he seemed earnest in his pleas.

I slapped Cody's ass a couple of more times, as I asked him, being sure to let the anger show in my voice, "Are you going to be a good little cowboy now, and not mouth off to me again, Cody?"

"Yes, boss! Yes, yes, boss! I'll be a good little cowboy from now on, boss! I'll never disrespect you again, boss!" Cody lamented.

"All right then," I said quietly, making it seem as if I had been pacified by Cody's promise to be good. In reality, it was all an act on my part. I wasn't upset about Cody's impatience. I only wanted to remind him who was in charge in here. It was more of a role playing on his part and mine. I lowered my right arm so that it was hanging at ease by my ride side, just as my left arm was doing on my left side.

"Thank you boss," Cody said with relief on his face. "Boss, does this mean that you're not going to screw my ass with that dildo?" He asked softly with disappointment edging the tone of his voice.

"No, I'm still going to do that. I said that I would, and I keep my word," I answered him, keeping my gaze on his face. Suddenly there was a loud slap and Cody's eyes became wide with fear. He whipped his head around to the left. I looked up away from Cody's face, to see Andy raising his right hand up, as he stood beside Cody, ready to deliver another blow to Cody's backside. Cody was tied up. I was standing there with my arms hanging by my sides. Andy was the only other person in the room. Logically then, Andy must have been the person who had just spanked Cody a few seconds ago.

Andy was smiling at me. Andy gave Cody's backside another slap. It wasn't a strong slap, but it was enough to keep Cody's attention. Andy winked at me. It seemed he was enjoying spanking Cody as well. I smiled back at Andy. I was a little bit surprised that Andy would enjoy something like this, but I didn't see any harm in sharing, as it were. Andy brought his hand down a third time on Cody's bum. The resulting slap was very loud and Cody's entire body shuddered from the impact. Cody let out a loud yelp of pain.