The Coffee Shop Pt. 04

"Oh yes, boss! Finger my ass, boss!" Cody cried out softly, and then moaned a few times.

"How is your cock, Cody?" I asked him as I ran my index finger up and down the seam of Cody's suit pants.

"Rock hard and pressing into my pants, boss. It feels great, boss. Thank you, boss," he answered in between moans.

"Getting more and more aroused and turned on, aren't you, Cody?" I asked him, knowing full well what the answer would be.

"God yes, boss. I'm melting, boss. I feel so damn good, boss," Cody answered as his moans became louder and more frequent.

"Cody, be a good little cowboy and hump the table until I tell you to stop. Remember though, that you cannot cum without my permission," I ordered him.

"Yes sir, boss!" Cody cried out enthusiastically. Seconds later he was pumping his hips up and down as he started to thrust the front of his pelvis against the surface of the table. He moaned and grunted a few times as he started to develop a rhythm to his physical exertions. "See boss? I'm a good little cowboy. I'm humping the table just like you told me to," Cody reported to me. Apparently Cody had developed some type of need to reassure me that he was in fact following his orders. His grunts and groans became louder as the intensity of his efforts continued to build.

"Stop humping and get up on all fours now, Cody. On your hands and knees," I said to him after a few minutes. I didn't want him to hurt himself.

"Yes.yes, boss," Cody replied in between breaths. He stopped pumping his hips up and down and slowly pushed his body up off the top of the table, and sat back on his knees. Cody opened his eyes and looked about for a moment. He spied his cowboy hat and reached out for it. Moments later he had placed his cowboy hat snugly on his head. Cody lowered himself back onto the table, but this time he position himself so that he was on his hands and knees. "I'm on my hands and knees just like you said, boss," Cody remarked as he turned his head to the right and looked at me. "A good little cowboy always wears his cowboy hat, boss," he said by way of explanation for his actions.

"Very good, Cody," I congratulated him. "Now hand over that dildo you are carrying," I said to him as I smiled at him.

"Right away, boss!" He cried out gleefully as his eyes lit up with excitement. Cody plunged his right hand into the outside right pocket of his suit jacket. Frantically he moved his right hand about in the pocket trying to locate the object in question. A few heartbeats later he withdrew his right hand from his the pocket. "Herehere you go, boss," he said with a touch of hesitation in his voice, as he extended his right arm out in my direction. He held his right hand out, palm up and open. The dildo resided on the palm of his right hand.

Carefully I plucked the dildo from his right hand, with my right hand. "Back on all fours now, Cody," I told him.

"Yes, boss," he replied timidly, but a shiver of suppressed excitement ran through his body. Cody repositioned himself on his hands and knees. Another shudder ran down the length of his body as he waited with baited breath for me to begin.

I lifted my gaze up and over Cody, to the direction of Andy. He stood there looking at Cody, with an expression that could only be called delighted. He locked eyes with me for a few seconds, during which he nodded his head and held up his right hand, his right thumb and index finger curled into the 'okay' sign. Certain of Andy's willingness for me to continue, I took a firm grip on the dildo and placed it gently on the seam of Cody's suit pants. I pressed down hard on the dildo, and started to move it up and down along Cody's butt crack. As expected, I couldn't press the dildo in very far between Cody's buttocks, due to his suit pants being so tight. The result, though was most gratifying.

"Oh boss! I feel it! I can feel that dildo being pressed against my ass!" Cody screamed out in surprise and delight. "Oh God! Please push it in, boss! Deeper, please!"

"You'll have to take off your pants and your underwear for that Cody," I informed him. "I would not want to damage that nice suit of yours."

"Right boss!" Cody agreed as he jerked himself to his knees. He slipped off his suit jacket and tossed it aside in less than a second, uncaring as to where it might land. Cody pawed at his tie and had it pulled down and undone in record time. He quickly pulled it off of his shirt. Cody undid the button at the collar of his shirt, then he took a firm grip of both sides of his white cowboy shirt and pulled at his shirt. The snap closures gave way easily and quickly, with a metallic popping sound. Cody tugged and yanked at his shirt as he pulled it out from within his pants. You would have thought his shirt was covered with itching power or crawling with ants or something, from the frantic way that he pulled it off of his body. Cody smiled a huge grin at me as he balled up his shirt and tossed it over his shoulder. Cody didn't waste a second as he got to work unbuckling his belt. He had that sucker undone in less than a heartbeat. Cody didn't waste even a half a breath as his hand fairly flew to the front of his pants and unzipped his fly. Moments later he had undone the front of his pants and had slid them down to his knees. Cody didn't stop there though. He topped over onto his left side and carefully rolled onto his back. With some painstaking effort Cody managed to pull his pants down over and off of his boots. I'm not exactly sure how he managed to do that, though. I had never managed such a feat, but then again Cody was a real cowboy, while I'm just an urban cowboy. Maybe it has something to do with the way that he pointed his feet when he pulled his pants down over his legs. In any case, Cody managed to wiggle out of his suit pants and with a joyful whoop he chucked his suit pants on to the floor.

Picture this if you can. A slim good looking cowboy, who was wearing a nice western suit only a few minutes ago, has just stripped down to his cowboy hat, his cowboy boots, his socks (inside his cowboy boots I presumed), and his white cotton briefs. This cowboy is sitting there on the dinning room table, with his legs out in front of him and an outrageous smile on his face. Need I mention that his cock is rock hard, pushing against his cotton briefs, and presenting a most intriguing long hard mound? (No, I suppose I didn't need to mention it, but I thought I would anyway. I would not want to be accused of skimping on the details now, would I?) Still grinning at me, Cody winked slyly at me, and climbed back up onto his knees. He grabbed his white cotton briefs and savagely hauled them down off of that bubble butt of his, letting the briefs collect into a heap at his knees. Cody moaned once, as he positioned himself back on his hands and knees.

I stood there studying Cody's nude body for a minute or so. Okay, technically he wasn't nude. He was wearing his cowboy hat, his cowboy boots and his underwear, but he was definitely au natural from his ears down to his knees. His body wasn't all that remarkable. He didn't have any tattoos or body jewelry, nor was his body hair shaved off. His body was fit and trim, without any noticeable sagging or softness. His skin was slightly tanned, which suggested he spent some time outside and with his shirt off on occasion. He did have a wonderful looking body, I had to admit. Not nearly as attractive as Andy's though. On a scale of one to ten, Cody was a five or six, where as Andy was at least a twelve. (Okay, so I'm not exactly objective when it comes to Andy. Sue me.) Cody's cock was jutting out to it's full seven or so inches, rock hard and ready.

"I'm I'm ready for it, boss," Cody called out softly as a tremor of excitement coursed through his body.

I looked down at the dildo I was holding my hand and realized that I had forgotten something.

"An er Alpha, would you please get me the hand lotion from the bedroom?" I called out to Andy. I had nearly used his real name, but I had corrected myself in time. Andy nodded at me and went to fetch the bottle of hand lotion.

"You need to lower yourself down to your elbows and then spread your butt cheeks apart for me, Cody," I told him as I positioned myself behind that beautiful ass of his. My cock was rock hard and throbbing, much like Cody's. Unlike Cody's cock though, my cock was going to remained confined for the duration of this event.

Cody gulped once and then slowly lowered his body so that he was resting his weight on his elbows. Carefully Cody reached back and pulled his buttocks apart with his hands. His body trembled with excitement, and he grunted once or twice. I looked down to see Cody's tight pink anus staring back at me. It almost seemed to pulse at me, as if it were beckoning me to explore that virgin territory.

"Here you go, Paul," Andy said has he thrust the bottle of hand lotion into my left hand. "Anything more I can for you?" He asked me as he gazed down upon Cody's exposed butt hole.

"Yeah, there is actually," I said as a thought popped into my mind. "Would you mind wrapped that towel about Cody's cock? When he shoots I don't want a mess all over the dinning room table."

"Glad to. And I thought I was only going to get to watch," Andy said with a smile as I turned and looked at him. "I'll be gentle. Don't worry. I won't hurt Cody. You have my word."

The additional words of reassurance wasn't necessary. I trusted Andy. I'm sure that they were for Cody's benefit, not mine. As Andy wrapped Cody's throbbing cock in the warm soft bath towel, Cody moaned and grunted his pleasure. Meanwhile, I spread a generous amount of hand lotion over the head and about one third of the shaft of the dildo that I held firmly in my hand.

"Cody, all you will feel now is wave after wave of pleasure, when this rock hard dildo pops your cherry," I instructed him. (I was a tad bit vulgar, I suppose, but this was not the time to be quoting lines from Shakespeare! I suspected that Cody's expected me to sound a little less cultured and a bit more common, if you know what I mean.) I placed the head of the dildo directly on that tight pink circle of a butt hole of Cody's and pressed downward gently.

"Oh." Cody moaned as he felt the dildo pressing against his ass hole.

I pressed down harder and felt, a slight give as the tip of the dildo started to force its way past that ring of tight muscle. "Relax, Cody, as you listen to my voice. Only pleasure in your ass now. Wave after wave of pleasure. Deep. Penetrating. Relaxing. Warm. Your ass hole is relaxing as you let yourself surrender completely," I suggested to him, in soothing mellow tones. I didn't want to hurt Cody, so a little more cooperation was needed.

"Oh yes boss.." Cody cried out softly. "Feels good kinda."

I pressed harder on the dildo, but was meeting with even more resistance. I could barely get more than just the tip of the dildo into his ass hole. Sure Cody was tight, but this was not normally to be expected. Cody moaned a few more times, and grunted, but beyond that I wasn't making any progress. Cody was fighting me and himself. He said he wanted this, but it seemed as if his body or his subconscious had other plans. Or maybe all he need was the proper kind of encouragement.

"Be a good little cowboy, and take it like a man!" I barked at Cody. "You came to here to get butt fucked, so don't wimp out on me now! You asked for this and I'm giving it to you! Now be a good little cowboy, and relax your ass hole! Let me shove this thing up your ass, Cody. You know you want it." The last few sentences were said in a less harsh but still an authoritarian tone of voice.

"Yes I'm a good little cowboy.." Cody yelped out in between moans and grunts. "Must let you shove it up my ass."

I had kept the pressure steady, but had not increased it. Suddenly the dildo slid up and into Cody's butt hole like a hand into a well worn pair of leather gloves.

"Oh God YES!!!" Cody cried out suddenly as he began to rock his body from front to back. "OH THAT'S FUCKING WONDERFUL!!"

"Only pleasure Cody," I assured him. "Now you cannot stop yourself from cumming, Cody. When the urge swells up within you, you will be able to cum and shoot your load like never before." (I figured he had waited long enough. Besides shoving this dildo up Cody's ass was hard work. No pun intended.)

"Yes boss yes master" Cody grunted at me as he began to ride the dildo. "Deeper, please, master," He called out to me. "Oh I I can feel it building in me master."

I smiled as I realized that Cody was calling me 'master' now. I couldn't help but be pleased about that. He was surrendering to me even more.

"OH, yes deeper and deeper shove it in deeper, master," Cody called out me as his hips gyrated up and down and all around that dildo. Cody moaned shamelessly, completely lost in the euphoric thrills that were crashing their way into his brain.

"You're a big strong straight cowboy, who is letting a gay man shove a dildo up your ass, and you absolutely love it, don't you my good little cowboy?" I called out to Cody.

"FUCKING RIGHT!" Cody screamed out in total agreement as his mind became overwhelmed with pleasure. "THIS IS FUCKING INCREDIBLE! I WANT IT! I FUCKING WANT IT! JESUS CHRIST DON'T STOP! I"LL DO ANY FUCKING THING YOU WANT, MASTER! PLEASE FUCK ME GOOD AND HARD, MASTER! RIDE THIS COWBOY'S ASS HARD, MASTER!! GOD ALMIGHTY!! MAKE ME YOUR PUSSY BOY, MASTER!!!"

This was the danger point.

In his present state of mind, Cody would have agreed to anything. Anything at all. The excessive stimulation of the pleasure center of his brain, combined with my super hypnotic powers mean that anything I told time for the next few minutes would be taken as the truth and an undeniable fact. He would not question it now or anytime the future. This is where I had to be careful what I said to Cody. A few misspoken words and I could change him from straight to gay, or anything in between. How was it that I knew this? Simple I was in physical contact with Cody. My left hand was on his left buttock, and thus I was linked to his mind. I could read his thoughts easier than you can read these words.

"This is happening because you asked for it. It was your choice, your request. So just enjoy yourself and just let it happen, Cody. It is what you wanted, so just enjoy it. All you feel is pleasure, Cody. Nothing but pleasure," I said to him softly. I moved the dildo in and out just a tiny little bit as I spoke. Cody groaned and moaned even more intensely, upon feeling the dildo move around in his butt hole.

As cute as he might have been, I didn't want any type of long term relationship with Cody. I had Andy. I didn't need or want Cody. So I kept my mouth shut and waited for nature to take its course. It wouldn't be much longer now I was sure.

Cody suddenly arched his back and thrust his head up as he screamed at the top of his lungs, "I'M YOUR PUSSY BOY, MASTER!!! I'M YOUR PUSSY BOY!!! I'M YOUR FUCKED UP COWBOY PUSSY BOY, MASTER!!!" (This was not the first time I was thankful that my apartment was sound proofed.) Cody's cry of unbridled animal passion was deafening as he came into the towel that Andy had wrapped about Cody's cock. Cody's body shuddered and shook with force of his release. After about fifteen seconds Cody's body went limp and he started to collapse onto the top of the dinning room table. His body was covered with sweat and his skin was hot to the touch. Andy managed to extricate his hands from underneath Cody's body, while at the same time Andy helped to catch Cody's body as it plopped down on to the table top. Cody's cowboy hat became dislodged in the process. Andy snatched the hat up and placed it off to the side, safely out of the way.

I had something else to deal with so I was content to let Andy catch Cody's body and cushion his fall. As Cody's body relaxed his ass loosened up, and I slowly worked that dildo out of his butt hole. It was much easier coming out than going in. Mind you, it didn't smell any better coming out. I backed away from Cody and made a quick trip to the kitchen. Using some dish detergent I washed the dildo and my hands. I wiped my hands dry using a dish towel. I grabbed some paper towels and wrapped the used dildo in them,. Cleaning up took only a minute or two. I headed back into the dining room, with the dildo securely wrapped in several pieces of paper towel.

Andy was standing there looking at Cody's limp form as it lay there on the dinning room table. Andy had a look of satisfaction and contentment on his face. I suspected that my face showed a similar expression. However neither of us could hold a candle to the self satisfied smirk that was pasted on Cody's face, as he lay there. He looked as happy as a pig in a mud wallow.

"It's almost a shame to wake him up, you know," Andy said to me with a smile. "He looks so happy lying there. When he remembers what happened he might not be in such a charitable mood."

"I don't think we have to worry about that, Alpha. He asked for it, and he got it," I chuckled as I addressed Andy. "But you're right, he does look happy lying there. All good things must come to an end, though." I said with a sigh. "Zero. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Wide awake, Cody! Wide awake!" I called out to Cody. We were about to find out what Cody's reaction to the fulfillment of his desires, was going to be.

Cody's eye lids twitched and slowly he opened his eyes. He took a deep breath and let it out in a long slow sigh. He blinked his eyes several times as he cleared the hypnosis from his brain. Cody slowly pushed his body off of the table and looked about the room. The profound confusion on his face was almost comical. He looked at me and then at Andy, puzzled at the smiles on our faces. It was all I could do to limit myself to just a smile on my face. Cody looked down at himself and his face went red with embarrassment as he discovered his nudity. He removed the towel from about his now deflated penis, grabbed his white cotton briefs and pulled them up over his pelvis and hips. Reassured that his dignity has been restored, Cody slowly climbed down off the dinning room table. He reached over and picked up his discard cowboy hat and placed it upon his head. He was standing beside the dinning room table on the same side of it as we were, so we had an eyeful of his beautiful body clad only in briefs, cowboy hat and cowboy boots. Cody turned to face us, his face frozen in that look of utter confusion.

Cody looked at me, glanced over at Andy, and then back at me, but he didn't say anything. He just looked at us like he'd never seen us before. He didn't look fearful, or happy, just puzzled and confused, as if he had no idea what to do next. I waited for him to say something but he just stood there quietly with his arms hanging by his sides. I waited for a minute or two for Cody to say something, anything, but he didn't. We couldn't spend the entire evening like this, staring at each other in silence, so I decided to speak.

"How do you feel, Cody?" I asked him, my voice at a normal conversational level. I tossed a clean bathroom towel over to him. He caught it easily. "You might want to wipe some of that sweat off," I suggested to him, as I held out a second clean towel to him. Fortunately I had foreseen this need and brought three towels from the linen closet.

"A tiny bit sore in my backside, but otherwise great. Thank you, Paul er Mr. Walton," Cody answered quickly. He started toweling off his body as he answered me.

"That's okay. You can call me Paul, Cody. You don't have to address me as Mr. Walton," I said in a soothing tone.

"Thank you, Paul," Cody replied, but he had that look of confusion and something else on his face. Cody finished wiping himself and then glancing at me for permission; he folded up the towel and placed it on the dinning room table.