The Coffee Shop Pt. 05

"Fine," I agreed. "Lead the way." The next few minutes were going to prove most interesting.

Hoyt walked towards the break room, Martin following him like a love sick puppy. I followed silently. I hoped that my problems with Martin might be simplified, if not solved, in the next few minutes. We arrived at the break room very quickly. Fortunately it was still empty.

"Wait right there, Martin. Give me a minute or so to deal with the compulsion field and I will answer your question," Hoyt said. Martin nodded his head as he looked silently at Hoyt. I looked at Hoyt and nodded my head. Hoyt closed his eyes, a look of concentration etched on his face. About a minute or so later his expression relaxed and he opened his eyes.

"The field is good for another half hour or so. We should be finished long before then," Hoyt said. "I do want you back, Martin. You should know that by now. What do you think about what Paul has said to you, Martin?"

"I think I owe Paul a rather big debt of gratitude. He's given you back to me, Hoyt. I can be with you again. We can be as we were before. Even when I was serving him, and obeying him, I never stopped loving you or caring about you. Can you forgive me for treating you so poorly? Can we be together again?" Martin looked from Hoyt to me and back at Hoyt.

"The answer to those questions, depends on the answer to three of my questions," Hoyt said. "One. Did you ever have any sexual relations with Paul?"


"No," Martin answered quickly.

"Well?" Hoyt asked looking at me.

"No we never had any sexual relations. I am in love and devoted to my own man. The most sexual thing we did was that I ran my hands over Martin's body, when he had his clothes on," I answered calmly. "Not that you will believe it, but I promised my man whom you would call a norm, that I would never use my powers to cheat on him." I looked Hoyt right in the eye as I spoke the next sentence. "I do not break my word." I locked my eyes on Hoyt, and kept them there until he looked away from me about thirty seconds later.

"Two. Do you now or have you any time in the past, felt love for, or been in love with Paul?" Hoyt asked turning his attention back to Martin.

"Yes. It was the love of a submissive devoted slave boy, not the full mature soul filling love that I have for you. I was and still am, in awe of Paul, but I do not love him as I love you," Martin answered. "I love being his slave boy, but I don't love him, Hoyt. I love you."

"Three. Will you ever put me ahead of Paul, if you had to choose between us?" Hoyt said.

"No. I cannot do that. Paul is still my master and he still comes first, even though I love you with all my heart, and my soul cries out to be with yours," Martin admitted. He dropped his head and looked at the floor.

Hoyt looked at Martin and then back at me. He did not look happy. He said nothing.

"This is the best I can do, Hoyt," I said shattering the silence between us. "I cannot give Martin back to you as he was. All I can do is give both of you what you had before he met me. The catch is that he will still be at my beck and call. Does this please me? Not at all. It is the price I must pay for being Martin's master. I did not ask for this. I was only defending myself at the time. If you really have talked with the Council of Coins, you would know that I am telling you the truth."

"I don't like it," Hoyt said, looking at me and then at Martin, who was still looking at the floor. "But I accept it." Martin's head snapped up and he looked at Hoyt with hope. "I did consult with the Council of Coins before I set up this meeting with you, Paul. The Council thought it would be a good test of your intentions, morals, integrity and compassion. You may be pleased to know that I will be reporting favourably to the Council on your behalf."

"This was another test by the Council?" I asked starting to feel the anger rise within me. (Is it any wonder, dear reader, that I was getting just a little sick and tired with the Council and their tests?)

"Yes it was a test sanctioned by the Council, but not arranged by or originating from the Council," Hoyt answered. "I wanted Martin back. The Council advised me as to the best plan that would force you to have to think on your feet and try to come up with a solution. The fact that you were willing to give up a devoted slave boy, as much as you possibility could, weighs heavily in your favour."

"So you knew all along that there was no way for me to fix Martin?" I asked as my anger started to flare up.


"Martin is not 'fixed'. You know that better than anyone. I don't like it, but I do have to accept that he will always be your slave. What you have done, is to give him back as normal a life as possible while still being able to be your slave. I don't like the idea of sharing him with you, but half a loaf is better than none. Perhaps, given time, I may learn to like you, Paul Watson. I have come to respect you." Hoyt finished speaking and looked at me, as if saying that the ball was in my court now.

"Do you want to go home with Hoyt now?" I asked Martin as I turned my attention back to him.

"I would like to finish whatever it is you had planned for us today, Sir," Martin answered. "After that I would like to go with Hoyt. We have a lot to catch up on, and a lot to talk about." Martin looked over at Hoyt, a caring expression on Martin's face.

"I see no problem with that. In fact, if you go home and clean yourself up, you can come and join us for coffee later this evening at my place tonight," I said to Hoyt. "After that, Martin can go home with you. How does that sound to everyone?"

"I like it Sir!" Martin agreed enthusiastically.

"It's acceptable," Hoyt said.

"Great well, I have some stuff to finish buying, if that okay with the two of you," Martin said. He looked from me to Hoyt and then back at me. He was silently asking for our permission.

"Go and enjoy yourself, Martin," I assured him.

"Yeah, I'll see you later tonight, at Paul's place," Hoyt said with a weak smile.

Martin walked out of the break room, with a spring in his step and a smile on his face. At least one of us was happy.

"Why are you really doing this?" Hoyt asked me, once Martin was gone.

"What do you mean?" I asked back, unclear about Hoyt's question.

"Why are you trying so hard not to hurt Martin? You don't love him." Hoyt asked, the puzzlement in his words clear.

"It is my responsibility as Martin's master. I owe it to Martin," I answered.

"Is that the only reason?" Hoyt asked, not satisfied with my answer.

"No, I have other reasons. Private reasons." I replied in a tone that suggested Hoyt should drop the subject.

"I think I deserve to know what those reasons are. I think I deserve to understand the source of your true motivation. No one does anything for someone else out of the kindness of their heart, " Hoyt said, clearly unwilling to drop the subject.


"If you must know, I'm doing my best to free Martin from my control, because the man that I love, would expect nothing less from me. That man would be disappointed in me, if I didn't help Martin to the best of my abilities. So I'm not doing this for you, or for Martin. I'm not even doing it for the man I love. I'm doing it for me. Enlightened self interest, you could call it," I said stonily. I really wanted Hoyt to drop the subject.

"That I can understand, and accept. I'll pick up Martin later tonight between 8 and 8:30," Hoyt said as he turned away from me and started walking back into the store. "Oh, I know where you live," Hoyt called to me as he looked back over his shoulder as he departed.

Now why did that parting comment from Hoyt make me feel uncomfortable? I shrugged my uneasy feelings off, and headed back into the store. Like Martin, I had some shopping to do.

We finished our shopping about a half an hour later. I didn't buy anything, but Martin did. He smiled at me as I helped him carry out his bags to the car. Martin had not told me what he'd bought, and I had not asked. If he wanted to keep it a secret for a while, I was fine with that. The trip back to my apartment was as uneventful, as the trip to Western Town had been. We arrived back at around 4:30 PM, plenty of time to play around before Hoyt arrived to pick up Martin.

Martin couldn't wait to get back to my apartment. He was practically bouncing up and down as we walked from the underground garage to the bank of elevators. He was all smiles and clearly very happy with himself. He was whistling to himself as we rode up in the elevator. Clearly he had something in mind and whatever it was he was impatient to get started. I had a pretty good idea that it had to do with whatever it was he bought at Western Town. I didn't have to be a rocket scientist to figure out that Martin also wanted to show me what he had bought. I had to admit that the mystery of Martin's purchase was adding a little bit of spice to what might have been a tiresome evening. Originally I had not been looked looking forward to spending the evening with Martin since he would be fawning all over me the entire evening. Believe it or not that can get tiresome rather quickly.

"Do you want to eat now Sir or later perhaps?" Martin asked me as he placed his bags of goodies next to the closet. (No I was not talking about his nut sack. I was talking about his shopping bags. Get your mind out of the gutter, dear reader.) I found Martin's position, bent over at the waist and placing shopping bags on the carpeted floor, to be most enjoyable. As I may have mentioned earlier, Martin had a nice body and in those snug bordering on tight jeans he was wearing, he was a sexy man. I was very much attracted to Martin's body. I knew that before the night was out, I would wind up exploring the contours of Martin's butt. The only question was would he be wearing his jeans or wearing his suit pants.

"I'm not hungry right now. We'll eat later. I could go for a cup of coffee right now though," I answered after a few moments. I'd been distracted by Martin's bulging wallet in the right back pocket of his jeans, and the way it made his jeans seen tighter and more sexy.

"I'll join you if that's okay with you sir," Martin said as he turned and headed off to the kitchen.

"That's fine. I take milk and one sugar by the way," I called out to him as he disappeared into the kitchen.

"Right sir," Martin acknowledged as the kitchen door closed.


I walked over and sat down on the sofa in the living room. It was as good a time as any to catch my breath and relax. It would take at least five minutes for Martin to bring the coffee in to the living room. So far it seemed that Martin was adjusting well to his new level of freedom. With luck he and Hoyt would once again be an item, which was the best I could hope for. All I could do now, was wait and see what happened.

"Here you go Sir!" Martin cried out as he walked into the room carrying two mugs of coffee. He put one in front of me on the coaster that I had placed on the coffee table. With his free hand Martin placed a second coaster on the coffee table and put his mug of coffee on top of the coaster. Then he sat down in the easy chair just across the coffee table from me.

"Thank you Martin," I said with a smile.

"You're welcome Sir. It was a pleasure to get coffee for you," Martin replied.

"So what shall we do with the rest of the evening? Did you want to talk about something?" I asked after a few moments of silence. I knew Martin would not begin the conversation, as that was not the nature of a slave.

"Well I sort of wanted to show you I got Western Town, sir," Martin said nervously.

"I had a feeling you might. Go on. Take your bags of goodies in the other room and change in to the clothes or whatever it is you bought at Western Town," I said with a gentle smile.

"Thank you sir," Martin said with a smile as he stood up. Quickly he dashed off to the spare bedroom pausing only long enough to collect the shopping bags from beside the closet. If the smile on his face was any indication I was in for a treat.

As I waited for Martin to reappear I played the possibilities over in my mind. A new cowboy shirt and sexy tight jeans? Cowboy chaps? A rope? A lasso? A Western-style suit? The last seemed a strong possibility considering Martin had shown a lot of interests in this section of the store. I sipped my coffee a few more times as I let those thoughts play about in my head. I'd find out soon enough, but it was kind of fun to wonder.

My thoughts drifted off to Hoyt. I mulled over a few possibilities in my mind as to what might happen when he showed up here in a few hours. It took a few minutes for me to come to the conclusion that I'd have to play it by ear and see how events unfolded. I did not know Hoyt or Martin well enough to predict what might happen. During my musings, my coffee had cooled enough for me to take a few small sips. It was very good. Just the way I liked it. I put the coffee mug back down on the coaster, and sat back in the sofa to wait for Martin.


About ten minutes later Martin walked into the room and stood in front of me, a huge happy grin on his face. I looked him over, and quickly decided that I liked what I saw. Martin was wearing a khaki two piece cowboy suit. The suit jacket had a two button closure which was not done up, thus I could see the entire length of the red silk tie, which had a pattern of dark brown horseshoes on it. The tie, stopped just above the dark brown leather cowboy belt that had a simple gold D ring buckle and tongue closure. There was no tie clip in evidence so the tie looked to be free to move around against the plain white shirt that Martin was wearing. I could not see any chest pockets, but it was pretty sure bet that Martin was in fact wearing a cowboy dress shirt. I decided I would have to spend a little time and make that determination for myself. The front of the suit pants, from what I could see, seemed to fit Martin well enough. The crotch area was not loose nor snug. The pants hung down just as one would expect. The suit jacket hung on Martin's frame, and the sleeves seemed to be the correct length. I usually have to have the sleeves shortened when I buy a suit, but Martin seemed to have a build closer to what is considered 'average', than I do.

The khaki suit seemed to fit Martin well. It didn't seem loose or especially tight, but I had not yet examined it fully. I intended to do that soon enough. The rest of Martin's outfit consisted of a white cowboy hat sitting on top of his head and a pair of dark brown cowboy boots on his feet. Martin had spent a lot more money than I had intended. So be it. I had told him he could buy whatever he wanted. If he had spent all this money in an effort to please me, who was I to spoil his fun? I decided that I would caution him not to be so extravagant in the future.

"You do look very nice. Would you mind turning about so I can get a view of you from all sides, Martin?" I asked him with a smile.

"Glad to, sir," Martin answered. He started to turn to his right slowly. It took him a minute or so, to turn about in a full circle. The back of his suit was as nice looking as the front. I noted that the suit jacket had a single central vent at the back. I smiled as I realized that when Martin put his hands in the front pockets of his suit pants, presuming that the suit jacket was buttoned closed, it would cause the back vent to open up in an upside down V, exposing Martin's butt to my view. Now this was something to look forward to. Right now, though, Martin's arms were hanging loosely by his sides. He did look nice, all in all.

"I like your outfit, Martin," I told him.

"Thank you, sir. I hoped you would," Martin responded. "I'd be happy to show you more of it, if you are interested." Martin blushed briefly after speaking. He was well aware that I would want to examine his suit in more detail, and he knew full well that such an examination would result in a great deal of physical contact between the two of us. He also knew that he would have a reaction to that contact. (He would be hard as a rock, for those of you who cannot read between the lines.) The sexual simulation would be excessive, and deep down he wanted it to happen. Martin might be rekindling his relationship with Hoyt (I was keeping my fingers crossed on that.), but his desire to serve me in any way would never leave him. Serving me included things of an erotic or sexual nature.

I stood up, walked in to the dining room, pulled one of the chairs away from the dining room table, and turned the chair about so it was facing away from the table. I sat down in the chair. Martin stood where he was, a puzzled look on his face. "Come over here and stand in front of me, boy. I want to examine your outfit and see how well it fits on you," I told him.

"Yes, sir!" Martin cried out as he hurried over to where I was sitting. A smile blossomed on his face, replacing the puzzlement. He had a good idea of what was going to happen now, and he looked forward to it. How do I know this you ask? (I didn't read his mind. I can't do that unless I'm touching him and his mental shields are down. Martin is gifted, remember?) It was an educated guess, based on my previous experience with Martin and his cronies. (See The Coffee Shop IV: Sex, Lies and Duct Tape for details on my first encounter with Martin, also known as Mister Black.) Martin stood in front of me, only about half a metre (that's one and a half feet ) away from me. Now I could get a very good look at Martin's outfit.


The western style suit was a two piece khaki suit as I mentioned earlier. The front of the jacket had two western styled peaked flapped pockets, and no breast pocket. Instead there were two peaked western yokes on the front of the jacket. The jacket was single breasted and had a two button closure, which at present was not done up. "Turn around again and after that, hold your jacket open for me, please, Martin," I told him.

"Yes, sir," Martin replied. He turned about quickly. The back of the suit jacket had two peaked western yokes as one would expect. The jacket had a single vent in the back which was currently closed. Martin reached up and grabbed the open sides of his jacket with his hands. He moved his hands out and to his sides, exposing most of the front of his body.

Now, I had a clear view of the front of his outfit. As I suspected his white dress shirt was in fact a western style dress shirt. The shirt had two breast pockets with snap closures. I reached out and moved his tie aside for a few moments to get a clear look at how well his shirt fit. As expected there were snap closures on the front of the white western style dress shirt. The shirt fit Martin very well. It outlined his torso without clinging to it. I let the tie fall back into place, and turned my attention down south.

The shirt was tucked into a pair of khaki dress pants that matched the colour of the suit jacket. There was a plain dark brown leather belt, with the gold D-ring buckle fastened about Martin's waist. The belt fit snugly in the keystone belt loops of the suit pants. The front of the suit pants were not pleated, they were plain. I thought that might be the case. The suit pants had western cut front pockets, instead of side angle pockets. There were probably items of some type in the front pockets, although there were no significant bulges to suggest that was the situation. The fly was closed, but there was a noticeable bulge on the right side of the pants, next to the right inner thigh. (Gee, I wonder what that could be? Do you have any ideas, dear reader?) The suit pants fit, Martin well. They had a sharp crease on the front of each leg that started at the same level at the bottom of the fly. (I can hear the boos. You'll just have to wait to see what happens with the fly, dear reader.) I liked how the pants looked on Martin, at least on the front.