The Coffee Shop Pt. 04

"Is something wrong, Cody?" I asked him. Clearly, something was wrong. Cody was wary of Andy and I for some reason. Not fearful, just wary and uncertain about us.

"I uh I think I should be going now, but I can't leave without my clothes. Oh, and I'd like my wallet back too, if it is not too much to ask," Cody said quietly. The tone of his voice was calm, almost meek, without a trace of arrogance or annoyance. He wasn't making a demand, just stating some simple facts.

"Cody, your clothes are scattered about the room, exactly where you left them. As for your wallet it is on the credenza," I said as I pointed in the direction where Cody's wallet lay. "Nothing is missing from your wallet, Cody. You can get dressed and leave anytime you want to. Neither of us is going to stop you," I told him, keeping my voice light and calm.

"Thank you, Paul," Cody said as he carefully walked over to where his cowboy shirt was and picked it up off the floor. He slipped it on and started to do up the snap buttons.

"Cody, didn't you enjoy this evening's adventures?" I asked him as I watched him getting dressed.

"Yes, I suppose I did," he admitted reluctantly. Cody walked over to the other side of the dinning room table and picked up his suit pants from the floor. He carried the pants with him back to the dinning room table. Cody pulled out one of the dinning room chairs and sat down in it. Cody reached down and pulled off his right cowboy boot.

"For some reason, you seem to be bothered about what happened this evening. Would you mind telling me what the problem is?" I asked Cody. He had enjoyed what happened, but something about it was bothering him.

Cody looked up at me as he finished pulling off his left cowboy boot. "I don't think I want to do this with you again. Ever," he said softly with cold note of finality in his voice.. Cody dropped his gaze from me and focused it on his suit pants. He picked them up from the dinning room table and shook them out as he held them out in front of him. Cody placed his right leg into the right leg of the suit pants, as he held the pants out in front of him. With his weight shifted to his right foot, Cody raised his left leg up and slipped that leg into the left leg of the suit pants. Cody straightened up and pulled the pants up to his waist. He held the pants there with his left hand as he tucked his white cotton cowboy shirt into his pants with his right hand. He started at the back and worked his way from back to front, along the right side of his body.

'Why? Did I do something wrong, or something that you didn't want?" I asked him, confused at his answer to my question.

"No," Cody answered, as he held his suit pants up with his right hand and used his left hand to tuck in the left side of his cowboy shirt. With his shirt tucked in Cody fasten his pants closed and zipped his the fly of his pants closed.

I was slightly distracted from my train of thought by Cody's actions. He was a good looking man, and he looked very nice in those suit pants. "If that is the case, then what IS the problem?" I asked as I recovered my wayward train of thought.

Cody buckled his belt closed and looked up at me for a moment, as he pulled at his belt buckle and settled it in place. Cody turned his head as he looked about for his tie. He spied it lying on the floor a few feet away. He walked over to it, bent down and picked the tie up off of the floor. To my dismay Cody was facing towards me when he bent down, so I did not get to see that delightful derrière of his. "I simply do not want to ever have this experience with you again. I do not want you to do this to me again. Not ever. It is that simple," Cody answered with that same note of finality in his voice.

It seemed that Cody had made up his mind about this. I looked at Cody as he stood there putting his tie about his neck. He looked back at me, calmly and coolly as he tied his tie and buttoned the collar button of his dress white cotton cowboy shirt. Something was missing. I had no objection to Cody leaving, but something didn't feel right. I knew Cody well enough that he was hiding something. Cody finished doing up his tie and walked over to the dinning room mirror. He checked that his tie was hanging correctly and then he turned about looking for his suit jacket. He spied it lying other floor near Andy. Cody gulped once as he walked over to where Andy was standing.

Andy bent down and picked up Cody's suit jacket. Silently Andy held out the jacket to Cody. "Thank you, Mr. Alpha," Cody said as he took the proffered jacket from Andy. Cody slipped the jacket on and tugged at the sleeves to make them settle into place.

"If you do not want any more sessions like this one that is fine with me, Cody. It's your decision after all," I said to him as I watched Cody walk over to the credenza and pick up his wallet.

Cody opened his wallet and rifled through it as he quickly verified the contents. Cody looked over at me, as he slipped his wallet into the right hip pocket of his pants. He studied my face for a few seconds before he spoke. "You're not going to try and trick me or something are you?" He asked me, and a touch of worry crept onto his face. He walked over to the dinning room table, picked up the paper towel wrapped dildo and pocketed it in the outside right pocket of his suit jacket.

"No. You're free to go, Cody. I must admit that I am puzzled by your attitude, though. You came over here and asked me, practically begged me, to shove that dildo up your ass. I did as you asked and now you're unhappy about it. I gave you what you wanted, Cody. I'm sorry but I just do not understand what your problem is. Whatever it is, I hope you find a solution soon," I declared letting some of the frustration I was feeling colour my voice.

Cody walked past me and headed over to the front door of my apartment., without so much as a word. Cody stopped just short of the door and turned about to face me. He looked at me, glanced at Andy and then looked back at me.

"It's not that I didn't enjoy myself, Paul. You did give me what I asked for, more in fact. I thank you for that. I think the problem is that I liked it maybe too much." Cody said softly as he looked up at me. He blushed and dropped his eyes.

"So now a part of you wants this to be done to you again, and that scares you. You're afraid that you've been turned gay or that your somehow less of a man because you've been fucked up your ass, right?" I asked Cody as I finally put the pieces together. Cody was the classic macho male cowboy and this act had shattered his self image. Cody felt that he had taken on a female role in a sex act and now he was something less than a man.

"Yeah, something like that," Cody admitted, in a slightly shaky voice. "I don't blame you, Paul. Well I do sort of blame you, but I know that I asked for this to happen to me. I came to you. You didn't come to me. That doesn't change how I feel, though. I wish you had said 'no'." Cody looked up at me with sad eyes and started to turn about, as he got ready to leave.

"COWBOY UP, CODY!" I called out to him.

Cody's reaction was instant and complete. He froze in place. His eyes fluttered closed and his head slumped down to his chest as he returned to his super hypnotic trance. "Ready, boss," Cody muttered as he let out a soft sigh and a smile blossomed on his face.

I smiled as I looked at him, back in his trance.

"Why did you do that, Paul?" Andy asked as he walked up to me and looked at Cody. "I thought you were going to let him go?"

"Turn and face me, and then just stand there and go down deeper and deeper with each breath that you take, Cody," I directed him as I turned towards Andy.

"Yes, boss," Cody responded. He opened his eyes and turned about so that he was facing towards me. Cody took a long slow deep breath and let it out in a soft slow sigh, as he closed his eyes.

"I can't leave Cody like this, Andy. I have to fix things. Cody might have gotten what he asked for, but it looks like he can't handle it. I have to fix this. It wouldn't be right to leave Cody like this," I said as I looked up Andy and into those soft doe brown eyes of his. "You understand that, don't you, dear heart?" I asked him.

"Yeah, I do," Andy answered with a small smile. "That's why I love you, Texas," Andy continued as he bent down slightly and gave me a soft kiss on the lips. "Do what you must, love. I'll wait here, if you don't mind. I'd like to watch."

"Okay, but there's nothing to see, Andy," I said as I turned back to face the entranced Cody. I walked up to him and placed the fingertips of my right hand on Cody's forehead. I sent forth a delicate but powerful mental probe. Cody's mind was like an open book. I could clearly see his memories of the evening's events. Quickly I set to work. I traced each thread and noted exactly when the dildo had entered into each memory. (I won't bore you with the technical details, besides you probably wouldn't understand them anyway.) I altered Cody's memories of the evening's events. I removed all references to the dildo and it having been shoved up Cody's butt hole. As far as Cody now knew, when he returned at 7:45 PM I had told him I had second thoughts about his request to screw him with the dildo. I still had him strip down and I did touch his naked ass, but only to get him to cum into the towel while he was on all fours on the dinning room table. I left in the memories about his being tied up though, as those memories were similar to what had happened in my apartment several months ago. I left in the part about blurring Andy's face and disguising his voice.

The only problem was how to explain the rather sore ass that Cody was going to have for the next few days. I thought about that for a while and finally came up with a solution. I searched through Cody's memories of the past few days, and I got lucky. There was a memory from the night before where Cody was playing with the dildo and thinking about trying to insert it into his butt hold by himself. I altered that memory so that Cody actually tried to do that and was only partially successful. The result was that his butt was sore and would be for a few days.

As I congratulated myself on my ingenuity, I scanned Cody's mind carefully several times to insure that I had tied up all the loose ends and that Cody's altered memories were secure. I could not find any holes or breaks in the memories that might suggest that Cody's recollections of the evening's events were not completely factual. I withdrew my mental probe from Cody's mind. I lowered my hand and broke my mental link with Cody.

"Zero. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Wide awake, Cody! Wide Awake!" I commanded him.

"What? Paul? Oh yeah," Cody said as his eyes opened and he woke up with a start. "You put me back under didn't you?" He asked with a grin.

"Yup. I just couldn't resist. You're a good looking guy, and you look so nice just standing there in hypnosis." I answered with a smile.

"Gee, I'd better be going," Cody said after a quick glance at his watch. "It's after 10 already. Thanks for a really good session, Paul. Do you think you might ever reconsider my request?" Cody asked wistfully.

"If you are referring to the dildo, I'm afraid my answer is still 'no'. The idea of doing that to a guy, even a willing guy just doesn't sit well with me. I am sorry, Cody," I answered him. "It's unlikely that my answer will change anytime in the foreseeable future."

"Oh, I see." Cody said, not bothering to hide his disappointment. "Well, I should be going now. Good night to you both."

"Good night Cody, and you're welcome," I said as I escorted him to the front door.

Cody opened the door, and walked out the door, closing the door behind him. He waved good bye to me as he left, a lopsided grin fixed on his face. I walked up to the door, and security locked it. Relief washed over me as I headed to the living room. I plopped myself down on the sofa. Cody's altered memories were in place and he had no idea as to what had actually happened to him.

"If you don't mind my asking, what did you do to fix Cody?" Andy asked as he sat down beside me and took my hands in his.

"I changed his memories of the evening. I removed all the memories about the dildo. Cody has no idea that he had a dildo shoved up his butt hole," I answered with a sigh.

"That would explain why he was asking you if you would reconsider his request," Andy commented as he looked at me and smiled. "Are you okay love? You look tired."

"I look tired because I am tired. It's a matched set, Andy. Altering memories is a tricky business. It takes a lot of effort and concentration. It's also getting kind of late too, you know," I answered Andy. A few seconds later I stifled a yawn.

"Well, now. There's only one thing to do about that," Andy said with a twinkle in his eyes.

"And that would be?" I asked as I played along. I had a hunch were Andy was going with this conversation.

Andy stood up not letting go of my hands. He bent down and with a sudden jerk he pulled me up and draped me over his shoulder like some rolled up carpet. "It's off to bed with you, mister," he chuckled as he carried me to my bedroom. I couldn't help but chuckle along with him, as I offered not the slightest token of resistance. Andy deposited me in my bed a few minutes later. He didn't just throw me into the bed, though. He laid me down in the bed carefully, as gently as if I were a basket full of eggs.

Andy reached down and unbuttoned my jeans. He pulled down the zipper of my jeans and then started to pull the now loosen jeans down of off my hips. I closed my eyes as I lay there content to let Andy strip me down. I knew that he enjoyed it as much as I did. Andy lifted my legs up and pulled my jeans off with ease. Andy leaned over and undid the bottom button of my cowboy shirt. Then he kissed me on the lips. A soft gentle and all too brief kiss. Andy undid the next button on my cowboy shirt as he worked his way up to the top of my shirt. A kiss on the lips followed the undoing of each button. (If that isn't a sexy way to undress a man, I sure as hell don't know what is.) Eventually Andy ran out of buttons to undo, and the kissing stopped. Andy rolled me onto my left side as he slipped my right arm out of the right sleeve of my cowboy shirt. As soon as my arm was free Andy kissed me on the lips again. All I could do was sigh with delight as Andy rolled me onto my right side and slipped my left arm out of the left sleeve of my cowboy shirt. Another kiss followed. (Like I had to tell you that?) Andy pulled my torso up off of the bed by snaking his left arm under my back and pulling me towards him. The shirttail was still underneath my butt, so I felt it when Andy yanked the shirt off to the right side. My socks were removed next. First the right one and then the left one, with kisses from Andy to mark the event. So there I lay on my bed, eyes closed with only my white cotton briefs on.

For a few minutes nothing happened. I could not feel Andy touching any part of my body, nor could I feel any movement on the bed which might have suggested that he was climbing on to it. I forced my eyes open, as my curiosity got the better of me. I was greeted with the sight of Andy standing before me striped down to his white boxers, and smiling. Apparently I had nodded off for a few minutes and missed the show. Either that or Andy had shucked off his clothes in record time. I was too tired to try and figure out which was correct. Andy climbed over me and onto the bed. He reached down and pulled the comforter up from where it was folded at the foot of the bed. He unfolded it and spread it over my still and unresisting form, covering both of us.

"Come here, you," he whispered to me as he pulled me close to him. "No hanky-panky, now. You need sleep more than anything else, love. Let me hold you in my arms and carry you off to dream land."

"Yes, please," I whispered back to him as I felt sleep wash over me.

"I love you, you know," Andy muttered to me as he kissed my ear.

"I know, dear heart. I love you, too," I whispered back as I struggled to remain awake long enough to say those oh so important words.

"Sleep now, Texas," Andy whispered to me, his words seeming to come from far, far away. "You're safe in my arms until morning. Sleep now, and dream of my love for you."

I tried to say something to Andy, but I couldn't seem to muster up the strength to talk. I just nodded my head once or twice as I felt the dark soft arms of sleep embrace me.



Chapter 13. The Devil You Don't Know.

Round, hard, cold metal pressed against my left temple. Small drops of terror filled sweat rolled down the front and sides of my face. My guts felt like they had turned to water. I could barely swallow. The silence thundered through the room. Each second was an eternity. I had never felt so helpless and alone in my entire life. Fear filled my mind, and it was all I could do to keep from giving in to the terror that coiled tight around my mind like some giant boa constrictor.

I somehow managed to control my breathing, and took stock of the situation. It was not good. I was sitting in a simple wooden chair of some type. Each of my legs was securely bound to the leg of the chair with some type of rope or cord. My arms were held securely behind the back of the chair, with my wrists bound together. Painfully bound would be a better description. My fingers and palms were numb due to the cords that cut into the flesh of my writs and impeded my circulation. Several loops of the cord were wrapped about my torso, just below my underarms, securing my body to the back of the chair upon which I sat. Not a good situation, at all, and uncomfortable as hell. I mentally sighed to myself, and looked around. (Do I have a gift for understatement or what?)

The room in which I found myself was plain and colourless. White or off white walls, with recessed florescent lighting in the ceiling. There were no furnishing of any type in the room, save for the chair that I was sitting in. There was a door of some type off to the right, but I could not get a good look at it. I did not dare to turn my head. With a gun pressed against my left temple, not moving my head around seemed like a very good idea to me. I knew that I was not alone in the room. Someone had to be holding that gun to my head, but I had no idea who it was. The worst part was that I had no idea how long I remained like that. It could have been hours. It could have been minutes. There was no way to tell. All I knew was that I was uncomfortable, and getting more uncomfortable as time passed. As I sat helplessly waiting for something to happen, I suddenly wondered whether or not I'd be able to get the wrinkles out of out my suit jacket and pants. It was a silly and superficial thought to have at a time like that, but when your entire world had been turned upside down, you reach out desperately for something familiar that you can hold on to. In my case, it was the concern for my suit. It was one of my favorite suits, a simple double breasted two piece medium blue pinstripe suit. I was wearing a sky blue dress shirt and a navy blue silk tie. My good old plain black leather belt and new pair of black leather dress shoes completed my ensemble. A fat lot of good this fashion review was doing for me though. I forced such trivial thoughts out of my head and concentrated on staying calm and controlling my fear.

As I sat there waiting for Lord only knows what to happen, I closed my eyes and tried to remember how exactly it was that I came to find myself in this most undesirable situation. The details were fuzzy at best. There were a few things that I was sure of though. I had put in a full day's work on Friday. More than a full day's work, actually. I had decided to work a few hours of overtime to get a few administrative tasks finished. They were not critical tasks, but I was in the mood to work on them so I thought I'd deal with them and get them out of the way. I had phoned my apartment and left a message on my answering machine to let Andy know that I would be a few hours late this evening. I didn't like for him to worry about me. I derived a small nugget of relief as that thought rolled about in my mind. Andy would miss me. In a couple of hours or so he would know that something was wrong when I didn't show up at my apartment. I didn't know how much time had passed since I'd made that phone call, but the time would pass, nevertheless. I clung to that small hope like a spider clinging to a web line.