The Coffee Shop Pt. 05

Martin could not be the source of the attack. He could no more attack me, than he could transform into a bird. Martin's mental condition where he was my totally devoted slave remained in place. I looked at Martin. He was oblivious to what was happening. He remained on all fours, looking at the bedroom wall in front of him, if he was looking at anything, and he was rocking his body and moaning with delight. Martin was still enjoying having his ass ridden by Hoyt.

I turned my attention to Hoyt. He was not looking at me. His eyes were closed and he was smiling and moaning as well. He looked like he was caught up in the throes of passion as well. If it wasn't him, then who could it be? Some invisible man in the room? That didn't make sense. Behind my mental shield I created a mental bolt of my own. It wasn't strong enough to hurt anyone, but it would be enough to get a person's attention. I didn't have the energy to spare to make a mental bolt with any significant offensive power. I was too busy defending myself to start fighting back. I launched the bolt at Hoyt.

As the bolt neared him, Hoyt turned his head and looked me dead in the eyes. He parried that mental bolt with ease, just as I expected he would. I felt a shiver race up and down my spine at that contact. Hoyt's expression changed from one of profound bliss, to one of triumph. As I had suspected, Hoyt was behind the mental attack on me. I should have seen it coming. I allowed myself to be lulled into a sense of security. Sometimes I can be pretty stupid. Hoyt grinned at me, and there wasn't a trace of friendliness in that smile. Hoyt launched a series of mental bolts at me. I took a deep breath and braced myself for the impact. It would not be pleasant.

After a few more blows, my main mental shield shattered like a pane of glass when a bullet hits it. I let the pieces fall away and poured my remaining energy into my absorbing shield. Hoyt's bolts plunged deep into the absorbing shield and dissipated as their energy became mine. I felt wave upon wave of strength return to my body and mine as my mental energy reserves were replenished. The pain faded away, and my mind cleared. Now I could turn my full attention to Hoyt and get myself out of this mess. I'd done it before. I knew exactly what to do.


Hoyt's expression didn't change. He merely nodded his head at me, as if he'd expected me to do exactly what I had done. He tossed a few more mental bolts at my absorbing shield, but they were much weaker bolts. That creepy crawly feeling was back on the front of my forehead. Something very bad was about to happen.

Hoyt didn't do anything for about thirty seconds, which in terms of mental combat, is a very long time. I centred myself and remained calm. Getting nervous, excited or scared would only play into whatever it was that Hoyt had planned. I kept one thought clear in my mind. I didn't start this fight, but I was damn sure I was going to finish it.

Hoyt's next bolt arrived at the outside of my absorbing shield. Unlike his previous mental bolts that were hard sharp and explosive, this bolt was nearly as soft and putty like as my shield. The bolt morphed into a big scoop and dug deep into my shield. Before I realized it, this scoop and gouged out a big deep trough in my shield. It didn't expose the surface of my mind, but it was more than half way through my absorbing shield. My shield instantaneously filled in the trough, and reconfigured itself. I was still protected, but the power of my shield was significantly reduced. If Hoyt kept this up, my shield would be gone in only a few minutes, no matter how much power I poured in to it. I needed some other form of defence, but what?

Hoyt sent scoop after scoop at me. He continued to dig away at my defences, while I remained behind my shield and tried to work out what to do. I sent a probe towards Hoyt's mental shield, and was surprised to discover that it had the same texture as my absorbing shield. This suggested that if I used a scoop on his shield I could attack him as well. I created a bulge in my shield and prepared to launch it at Hoyt. The creepy crawly feeling came back with a vengeance. This was not the solution, despite how logically correct it appeared. I trusted my instincts and warnings. I'd have to find another way. But what, damn it?

My shield continued to be scraped away by Hoyt's scoops. Time was running out. I suppose I could have walked over to Hoyt and punched or kicked him in an attempt to break his concentration, but I would have broken my own concentration in the process, which would have made the situation even worse for me. I was mentally pulling my hair out to no avail. No brilliant insights were popping into my head. It seemed my idea machine was stuck in the mud. Yeah, my idea machine was definitely mired in some deep sticky mud. Sticky mud. An idea started to form as another of Hoyt's scoops formed in a prelude to attacking me again. I concentrated for a few moments and imagined the structure of my shield becoming a mass of very sticky mud that could not be moved with a bulldozer.

I felt the impact of Hoyt's mental scoop on my shield, but this time it was different. Instead of feeling it digging in and pulling away, I felt the scoop dig in and then stop moving. Relief washed over me as I felt the energy of the scoop dissolve into my mud shield. My mud shield became stronger as the scoop energy was assimilated. Hoyt send several more scoops into my mud shield before he finally gave up that mode of attack. Hoyt switched back to sending powerful explosive mental bolts into my mud shield. A stream of mental bolts flew from Hoyt's mind into mine. They were coming so fast that I quickly lost count. The number of mental blots didn't make any difference. They were completely ineffective. The explosions were contained by the mud shield and the energy of the attacks completely absorbed. The energy continued to flow into my mud shield and into my mind. Calmness returned as I realized that the danger had passed. Hoyt's plan to attack me, for whatever reason, had failed.


I stood there and let Hoyt continue his attack, throwing his mental bots at my mud shield. He tried various different types. All were equally ineffective. After fifteen minutes, Hoyt stopped attacking my shield. He appeared to be mildly surprised that the result of our mental battle, but not concerned. He turned away from me and turned back to Martin, as if I were no longer important. I found that a most odd reaction. In fact, I felt a little bit insulted. I kept my mental shield up, and decided to wait and see what would happen. Something very strange was going on. Caution would be wise, until I determined the nature of the situation. The creepy crawly feeling was gone, which might mean that my battle with Hoyt was finished, at least for now.

"Had enough for now, Martin?" Hoyt asked with a sigh, followed by a yawn.

"Oh yes, Hoyt. My ass is very happy. I am kind of tired though," Martin said.

"You're my good boy, Martin," Hoyt said as he slowly withdrew his cock from Martin's asshole. His condom covered cock was only semi-erect now, and there were a few smudges of brown on the surface. Hoyt carefully peeled the used condom off of his slowly deflating penis and look around the room.

"The bathroom is down the hall, the first door on the left," I said. Hoyt nodded his head at me as he bent down and snagged his jeans and underwear with his free left hand. It took him a few moments to get his underwear and jeans up to the level of his crotch, using only one hand. Hoyt turned about and shuffled off to the bathroom, as well as he was able. Once he was gone I turned my attention back to Martin.

With a quick roll Martin launched himself off of the bed, and on to his feet. This was quite a feat considering that his pants and underwear were still about his ankles. Martin wasted no time dressing himself once he was off the bed. He grinned at me just before he turned away from me, bent down and pulled his underwear up and onto that bubble butt of his. The little sneak was giving me a show that he knew I'd enjoy. Martin sashayed his hips and butt at me for a second or two, before he slowly bent over and grabbed the tops of his cowboy suit pants. He pulled them up to his waist in one smooth clean motion. I enjoyed how the pants were pulled up and over that bubble butt. I especially liked the way the bulge of Martin's wallet in the right back pocket of those suit pants, made the pants appear tighter across his buttocks. A few seconds Martin turned about and faced me. His shirt was tucked into his suit pants and his suit pants were closed, and his belt buckled. He smiled at me as he passed me heading out of the room. I followed. I needed to keep an eye on him and on Hoyt. The mental fight might be over, but then again, maybe it wasn't.

I followed Martin to the living room and dining room area of my apartment. When I arrived in the room Martin was in the dining room area sitting on one of the dining room chairs, putting on his cowboy boots. A few seconds later Hoyt entered the room. He looked at me coolly, and did not offer any explanation for what had happened in the spare bedroom. I wasn't prepared to let matters stand. I still had my mental shields up and I was ready for another mental fight, if it came to that.

"Care to explain what happened in there, Hoyt?" I asked him, keeping a tight rein on my tempter.

"What makes you think I know what you're talking about?" Hoyt said, with an innocent look on his face.

"Don't play games," I said to him. "Cut the crap, and tell me what that little altercation was all about. What were you trying to pull?"


"I would think someone with your reputation would have figured it out by now, but if you need me to explain things to you, fine. Just pay attention. I don't want to have to explain this to you more than once," Hoyt said as if he was conferring a huge favour on me by answering my question. The man was surprisingly arrogant, considering I'd just whipped his ass, mentally. I decided to ignore his attitude. Getting upset wouldn't help me, and I needed to know what was going on before I took any action. I was beginning to regret turning Martin over to Hoyt, if this was Hoyt's idea of saying 'thank you'.

"You have my undivided attention. Please proceed," I said politely.

"You probably think that the little contest we just had was the result of me trying to enact some revenge upon you for what you did to Martin," Hoyt began.

"It better not be, Hoyt. Because if it is, I won't stand for it. I won't let you hurt Paul, even though I do love you," Martin interrupted, shooting a glare at Hoyt.

"Thank you Martin," I said soothingly, as I turned and looked at Martin. He had his right cowboy boot on, and was holding the left cowboy boot in the air, his left foot poised just above the boot. "Let's let Hoyt speak for a bit, okay?"

"Okay," Martin agreed. He looked over at Hoyt, and put the left cowboy boot back on the floor, forgetting for the moment that he was getting dressed.

"As I was saying," Hoyt continued after a brief pause to make sure neither Martin nor I were going to say anything else. "You would be mistaken if you were to think that the motive behind our little dispute was solely motivated by my desire to enact justice upon you. While it is true that such a motive was a contributing factor to my actions, it was not the primary motivation."

Either Hoyt loved to hear himself talk, or he was a master using fifteen words where one would do.

"Pray tell, what was the primary motivation, as you call it?" I asked. Suddenly I had a bad feeling about this. A very bad, and very familiar feeling.

"It was a test, sponsored by the Council," Hoyt answered, with a you-should-have-known-that
look on his face. Unspoken was the full name of this council. It could be no other than the Council of Coins.

Bingo! I should have guessed. I let out a sigh of exasperation. Would the Council of Coins ever stop testing me? "I take it I passed your little test, since I survived your attack?" I asked Hoyt.

"Yes, you passed. I'm not sure how, but pass you did," Hoyt admitted.

I looked at Hoyt and studied him. For someone who'd just had a rather intense mental battle, he didn't look as tired as he should. He looked a bit drained, but not as much as I would have expected. I was feeling energetic, but only because I'd siphoned off most of the energy that Hoyt had tried to use against me.

"There. That's better," Martin declared as he stomped his feet a couple of times, while still sitting in the dining room chair. His movement and his words, derailed my train of thought, as well as distracting my attention from Hoyt. Martin had managed to finish putting on his cowboy boots. They were not broken in yet, which is why he had to stomp his feet. Martin let out three huge yawns, one after another. "Don't know why I'm so tired all of a sudden. I feel like I could sleep for a week. You've never tired me out like this before, Hoyt."


Hoyt smiled warmly at Martin. It was the first sign I'd seem from Hoyt so far that he really cared for Martin. "I'll take you home, safe and sound, that is if Paul's done with you for today," he said to Martin and then turned to look at me.

"I think we're done for today, Martin. You've been a good boy for me today. Now you can go home with Hoyt and spend some time with him," I told Martin. Martin beamed at me, like a kid who was just given his favourite candy.

"Just let me get my stuff from the other room, and we can go, Hoyt," Martin said as he walked over to his suit jacket that was still lying on the living room floor. Martin bent over, picked up the suit jacket, and then straighten up again in one easy fluid motion. He slipped the jacket on and headed off to the spare bedroom to pick up his bags and his other clothes. I was fairly certain that Martin would pack up his other clothes and his other suit into the duffle bag and other bags as needed. Martin suppressed yet another yawn as he left the room

That's when it dawned on me. I knew what Hoyt had done. I knew now, why Hoyt's mental attack had seemed so powerful.

"You drained Martin's mental powers when you battled me. That's why Martin's so tired, and you're not," I said to Hoyt. It was a statement of fact, not a question.

"You really are slow, aren't you?" Hoyt commented. I looked at Hoyt but he didn't say anything else. I guess that was as close as Hoyt was going to come to admitting the truth to me. "I can't believe you're still being considered as a serious candidate." He muttered half to himself.

"Candidate for what?" I asked him.

"It's not my place to say. You will learn when the time is right," Hoyt said with a mischievous grin.

I didn't like the sound of that at all, but now was not the time. I wanted Hoyt and Martin out of my apartment. I wanted to relax for a while.

"Here's your jacket, Hoyt," Martin said as he came into to room, carrying his duffle bag, shopping bags and Hoyt's jean jacket.

"Thanks, Martin," Hoyt said as he walked up to Martin, kissed him on the lips and took the jacket from him. Hoyt slipped his jacket on. "Let me carry that for you,' Hoyt said as he took the duffle back from Martin.

"Good idea," Martin said cheerfully. He walked over to the front hall closet and picked up the clothes and shoes he'd stored their earlier.

I walked them to the door, and then out of my apartment. They paid me little attention. They were both too involved with each other's company to spare me more than a simple good-bye, which suited me just fine. Martin would be happy with Hoyt. Hoyt was pleased to have Martin back. I had one less devoted slave I had to spend time with. We were all winners. A part of me fervently hoped that I would not be seeing Hoyt anytime soon. I smiled as I realized that I now had the solution to dealing with my other three devoted slaves, if they each were involved with some significant person before I had changed them. I filed those thoughts away to be dealt with at a later time. All I wanted right now was a hot bath and a massage.

I looked at the clock. It was only 8:45 P.M. It wasn't too late. I looked up the phone number for Mister Yellow. He'd be thrilled beyond belief to be called to my home to serve me. What's the point in having a devoted slave, if you don't call upon his services every once in a while?




Chapter 6. Now That's What I Call A Vacation

I had only been to Las Vegas once on a technical conference. My hotel was located off of The Strip, so I never had much of a chance to see the sights of the city. Now I had a chance to correct that, and best of all spend time with Andy at the same time. Andy was attending a police conference in Las Vegas and had asked me to go with him. Fortunately I had enough money set aside to pay for my own airfare and hotel room. So while Andy and I would not be spending the days together, since he had to attend numerous police seminars and demonstrations and so forth, we would spend the evenings together. A week in Las Vegas, even if we could only spend the evenings and one weekend together wasn't a bad deal at all.

Frankly, I would have liked to have attended at some of those police demonstrations myself. It would have been very exciting to see all those police officers practicing their strangleholds on each other, their self-defense moves and practicing their suspect restraint manoeuvres. (Who was I kidding? It would've been erotic and sexy as hell! It was just too bad they did not allow civilians to view the demonstrations.) There were a lot of sites I was going to see in Las Vegas while Andy was busy, and I'm not talking about famous Las Vegas landmarks. Las Vegas was going to be crawling with police officers in full uniform from all across North America. Can you say smorgasbord? With my strong interest in men in uniform I would be in a target rich environment to say the least. I would be very sorely tempted to use my super hypnotic powers on some of the hunky cops I was certain to encounter. I just had to resist the temptation as difficult as it was going to be. The one thing that kept my powers and hormones on a strong leash was the promise I made to Andy before we flew to Las Vegas. I told him I would only use my super hypnosis powers on police officers when I was with Andy. While I was alone or when Andy wasn't around, I would refrain from influencing any police officers in any way unless it was a matter of self-defense or life and death. I suppose you're thinking dear reader, that Andy dragged this promise out of me kicking and screaming, before we left for Las Vegas. Actually it was the other way around.


We had a discussion about this before I bought my airplane tickets. Andy was well aware of my fascination for men in uniform, especially police officers. Andy was an RCMP constable after all, and that first night when I met him at dinner at Steve and Jack's house, I fell for Andy head over heels. Of course that was just my hormones overriding my higher brain functions. When I got to know him over the following two months I saw the man behind the RCMP Constable uniform. I saw his mind, his heart, and his soul and totally fell in love with man, and not the policeman. There hasn't been a moment in my life when I regretted my commitment to Andy. Getting back to our discussion, Andy told me that he would understand how I would be overwhelmed with desire when I saw all those hunky cops. He said he would understand if I wanted to hypnotize a few of them and play with them while he was attending the conference. He said that as long as I was discreet and there was no sex or public humiliation of the police officers he would be okay with my activities. I remember looking at Andy's sweet face after he said that. I studied his face and looked deep into his eyes trying to peer into his soul. (As I may have mentioned earlier, my super hypnosis powers and mind reading abilities don't work on Andy. He's immune to any application of my skills on his mind.) I remember telling him how touched I was that he would consider making such a generous offer to me. Then I told him I couldn't accept his kind offer. If we were to do something like that together then it would be fine with me. But for me to do something like that alone, without Andy being present, would be like me doing it behind Andy's back. It would be a form of cheating and I couldn't do that to him or to our relationship. I then told him I loved him too much to risk hurting him like that. I remember how Andy smiled at me after I said that. It was at warm loving smile that filled my heart to overflowing with joy. Andy thanked me for my promise but I will draw a curtain on the details of exactly what he did. I will say that it was fun and it was a wonderful prelude to our trip to Las Vegas.