The Coffee Shop Pt. 05

"An obedient hypnotized Constable? Yes, I guess I am," Andy admitted after a few seconds thought.

"Do you like the feeling of me lying on top of you? Do you like the feeling of that big bulge in my jeans pushing down and in between your buttocks? Do you really want me to stop and climb off of you?" I asked Andy. I wanted to be sure that what was happening was okay with him. I was enjoying the experience a lot but if he had problems I wanted to know now before we went any further.

"Yes I like the feeling of you on top of me Corporal. I wasn't sure about you can humping me Corporal, but now that I feel your big cock pushing down in between my butt cheeks, I think I like it. No, I'm sure I like it. No, I don't want you to get off of me." I want you on top of me, Corporal. I want to feel your hard cock pushing into my butt," Andy answered without hesitation.

"Shall we continue? I asked in between thrusts of my denim clad hips.

"God, yes! I want you to dry hump me Corporal!: Andy cried out joyously. "Please hump my brains out! I want to be a good Constable! I want to be your good Constable! Please Corporal, I'm begging you! Pleased, pretty please hump my brains out! My, my ass is yours Corporal! Please hump my Constable ass!"

(I'm sure that if you carefully examine the previous paragraphs, dear reader, you might come to the conclusion that Andy wanted to continue with the dry humping Now I could be wrong in my presumption but looking back carefully over the facts and events of the evening I think it fair and safe to logically conclude that Andy was quite prepared to let me continue with the dry humping. I suspected if I told him to take down his pants so that I could penetrate him for real, he would have, but I knew he wasn't quite ready for that. Andy was still dealing with some physical intimacy issues, and in a way so too was I. So I decided not to cross that line that night.)


After due consideration for all of 2.7 nanoseconds, I decided to oblige Andy. I wrapped my arms firmly around that massive muscular chest of his and proceeded to pound the big bulge of my jeans into his big beautiful bubble butt as hard and as fast as I could. I grunted and groaned with the effort. Actually I grunted and groaned with the pleasure of the effort. Andy liked it too, based on the grunts groans and occasional 'oh yes' that he cried out every now and then.

"This cowboy's gonna ride your ass!" I yelled at Andy. "This cowboy's gonna ride your ass real good!"

"God yes! Ride' em cowboy!" Andy cried out as he started to pump his hips in unison with my pelvic thrusts. (Okay who among you didn't see that one coming? It's a corny line, but I'm only reporting what happened to the best of my ability for the sake of future historians. Who knows, one day these Coffee Shop Chronicles may be required reading in some university course somewhere.)

"This cowboy's gonna pound your ass Constable until he humps your brains out! This cowboy's gonna hump yer ass 'til you shoot in your pants Constable!" I cried out as I lost myself in the role-playing.

"Ride my ass, Texas! Hump my brains out, Texas! Make me mess my uniform, Master!" Andy yelled back at me.

Excitement shot through me as I thrilled to the sound of Andy calling me 'Master'. I had never even hinted that I wanted him to call me that. I had long wanted him to call me that, true, but I had never suggested it, much less hinted at it. I felt a rush of warm pleasure as I realized that Andy was starting to accept that he wanted me to be the dominant one in our relationship, at least as far as sexual play and hypnosis were concerned. I ground my jeans even harder into Andy's backside with even more determination. I squeezed my arms even tighter about Andy's chest as I humped for all I was worth. I could feel myself building up to a climax. My moans of pleasure were intermixed with Andy's. We were working together now, both driving towards a well earned release. Time passed in blur of humping, grinding, moaning, groaning and yelling. Ten minutes? Fifteen minutes? I don't know how much time passed. All I do know is that the pleasure became more and more intense, for both of us.

I don't recall what I yelled out when I shot my jeans full of hot sticky cum. I don't know what Andy yelled either. I do know that we came within seconds of each other. Don't ask me who came first the cowboy or the cop. I don't remember. I do remember that I was a cowboy gentleman. I rolled off of Andy's backside just as I felt myself shoot. I had enough presence of mind that I didn't' want to have cum stains all over the seat of Andy's uniform pants. Okay, maybe Andy bucked me off at the last second. I can't really be sure. The cowboy gentleman is my official story and I'm sticking with it.

I laid there sprawled on my back next to Andy, exhausted and happy. My face was hot and I could feel a few beads of sweat rolling down my cheeks, and my back and my buttocks. Clearly I had worked up a large head of steam during my humping engagement. (That sounds so much more dignified than saying I was sweating like a pig as I humped Andy's brains out.) As I regained my strength I became aware that the front of my jeans was no longer dry. The left leg of my jeans and the left side of my crotch were warm and wet. My cock was flaccid and felt sticky. No surprises here. After a few minutes I struggled to sit up on the bed. It was a bit more of a challenge that I had thought it would be. Clearly I had expended a great deal of energy. It was worth it, believe me. I looked down at the front of my jeans as I sat there on the bed. I was pleased to see that there was a large but only slightly damp dark patch on the left inner thigh and crotch areas of my jeans. It would seem that my relatively new underwear had prevented the escape of most of my reproductive fluid. (Hey that sounds more sophisticated and dignified than man milk.)

I turned to the left and looked at Andy. He was still lying face down on the bed. I examined the seat of his uniform pants for any sign of contribution from my jeans. (I didn't need a reason to look at Andy's uniform encased butt. I took every chance I could to look at his magnificent buns of steel.) I did not see anything in the way of a damp spot, which was a relief. Carefully I reached over with my right hand and ran my fingertips over Andy's entire butt searching for any hint of dampness. I found nothing aside from two very firm and sexy buttocks. I let a soft sigh escape from my lips as I finished my examination. I just could not seem to get enough of Andy and his wonderful body. I silently prayed that would always be the case.

"Oh that felt nice Paul," Andy said to me in that warm honey smooth tenor voice of his.

"Only nice?" I asked him, puzzled at his comment.. "You found that only nice? It felt more like the earth moved, if you ask me."

"Not that, silly. I was talking about the way you just fondled my backside," Andy said with a smile as he opened his eyes, and turned his head to look at me.

"I was checking to see if I made a spot on the seat of your pants. As it turns out, I didn't," I informed him.

"I can't say the same for the front of my pants," Andy said and then grinned at me as he rolled to his left until he was lying on his back. "See for yourself how badly you made me mess my pants, Master."

"That's the second time you've called me Master, Andy," I said as I moved closer to look at the front of Andy's pants.

"Well, it seemed to feel right somehow to call you that, at least while I'm hypnotized by you, Master," Andy replied. "I love giving up control to you, Corporal. Calling you Master makes me feel even more controlled by you."

I wrenched my gaze away from Andy's pants and looked up at Andy's face. He had a slightly glazed look on his face and his eyes seemed to be focussed off in the distance somewhere. He was still in his special place, and enjoying himself thoroughly. "You just lie back there and relax, Constable, while I examine the results of my handiwork. It's not every day that a big strong Constable is made to cum in his uniform pants."

"Yes, Master," Andy replied as he wiggled about for a few seconds and made himself comfortable. He placed his hands at the back of his head and took a deep breath. He let it out in a long slow sigh as he relaxed into the bed. He kept his eyes open, and stared off into space, the very image of contentment.

Andy was correct. He had made a mess of his uniform pants. There was a very large and very damp wet spot on the front of the pants. The wet spot was from the crotch of the pants and all the way down to the lower right thigh, covering most of the front of the right thigh. There didn't seem to be much wetness beyond the inner right thigh seam of the pants. A large cylindrical bulge could be found in the centre area of the wet spot. I didn't need x-ray vision to know what the object was. I curbed the urge I felt to stroke that bulge and see it get larger. It would be fun to do that, but I didn't want to make things difficult for Andy. The damp spot in his uniform pants would dry without leaving a stain, but not if I caused additional fluids to be deposited in the same spot.


"Most impressive indeed," I complimented him. "When you get messy, you do a first rate job of it, Corporal. Why don't you tell me how you felt when I dry humped your ass, and made you cum in your pants?"

"I'd love to, Master," Andy said. "It was wonderful, Master. At first I wasn't sure I wanted you on top of me, but once you start to bang my butt, it started to feel really good. I never knew that two guys rubbing each other like that with their clothes on could be so exciting. The idea of messing my pants, my good uniform pants seemed wrong. I thought that I could always say 'no' or go and get a towel if things got really hot and heavy. I remember how you always told me that if you ever gave me a suggestion I didn't want to follow, I could always say 'no' to it. "

"And then something happened. Something changed. When you asked me if I wanted you to continue, I suddenly realized that deep down inside I did. I wanted you to take over. I just wanted to sit back and let you decide what would happen next. .And when you said that bit about a cowboy riding my ass and making me mess my pants, I realized it was true. I didn't want to stop that from happening. I wanted it to happen to please you and because I wanted to feel myself being controlled like that. I got messy and I loved it, Master."

"Wow. That's some story, Constable. Now be a good boy, close your eyes and put your arms back down by your sides, and go down deeper and deeper for me," I instructed Andy.

"Yes, Master," he replied as he followed my instructions.

I lay there and looked at Andy, as he lay there beside me. I wallowed in the sweetness of the wonderful gift Andy had given me. Andy had tapped into the submissive side of his nature and allowed it come forth so that I could enjoy dominating him even more. I loved Andy with all my heart and this expression of his profound trust in me, moved me like never before.

"Time to come back to me, Constable. Time to be my Andy, now," I said to him as I prepared to count him out of his hypnotic trance.

"Yes, Master," Andy said softly.

"Zero and starting to come up now. One and you feel the need for oxygen and so you take in a very deep breath. Two, coming up a bit more and you feel the desire to move and stretch. Three halfway there and your body is comfortable and relaxed, and your mind is calm, clear and alert. Four, nearly there and your eyelids are starting to flutter. Five, eyes opening and wide awake, wide awake," I said to him, as I finished the awakening instructions.

Andy blinked his eyes a few times and looked over at me. He smiled at me, with that sexy warm smile of his. It was his way of letting me know that he approved of everything that had occurred while he was hypnotized. I felt a small rush of relief, as I had been concerned that he might not have approved of my making him mess his uniform pants.

Andy flashed a sexy grin at me, and then waved his right finger back and forth in front of me. "That was naughty you know, making me mess my uniform pants," he said with a smile. "I never knew you had a naughty streak in you, Paul,"


"Just trying to keep things interesting, " I replied as I smiled back at him. "Thank you for calling me Master while you were under, dear heart."

"Did I do that?" Andy asked, suddenly looking shocked.

"Yes, you did. Don't you remember?" I asked him as a worm of worry suddenly started to wiggle about in my gut.

"Got ya!" Andy crowed at me. "Of course I remember saying that. I remember everything that happened. It was all unexpected. It was wonderful. I hope we can do it again, Texas. I loved it when you took control of me."

"I loved it when you gave up control to me. How can I ever thank you for such a precious gift?" I asked him, as I looked deep into his loving eyes.

"Hypnotize me again sometime," Andy answered. "Let me serve you and be your toy. You give so much of yourself to me and everyone else, Paul, Let me be the giver and not the taker."

My throat tightened up upon hearing Andy's sweet words. I merely nodded my head in agreement. (Is it any wonder that I loved this man? With each passing day our relationship continued to grow and flower in the most unexpected ways. I felt truly blessed.)

At that point there was a knock on the hotel room door.

"Are you expecting room service, Andy?" I asked him knowing that I had not phoned for room service and that Andy had not had any opportunity to do so.

"No, Ah,, what time it is?" Andy asked me, as he glanced at his wristwatch, and then answered his own question. "It's 6 p.m. already? Oh boy!"

"Oh, boy? Hmmm. that doesn't sound good," I said razing one eyebrow at Andy as I spoke.

"Yeah, well, I meant to talk to you about it as soon as I got back from the last seminar, but you hypnotized me before I could get a word out.," Andy confessed with a blush.

"What's going on Andy? Why is someone knocking at the hotel room door?" I asked Andy.

"I invited some guys I met at the conference, to come over and talk with us. Well, with you mostly," Andy said in a rush.

"And what is it that they wish to talk with me about, pray tell?" I prompted Andy.

"Hypnosis. I told them what a good hypnotist you are and they agreed to come over and let you try it one of them," Andy answered.

"And you said that I had already agreed to do this, right?" I inquired.

"No, not exactly. I told them I'd talk to you about it after the seminar and that they should drop by at 6 p.m. to hear your decision. Do you want me to let them in? I'm sorry for putting you on the spot like this, but it is kind of your fault," Andy said apologetically.


"Yeah, I suppose you are right about that. Go ahead and let them in," I said with a lopsided grin.

"So, you're not upset with me?" Andy asked worriedly.

"Not in the least. As you said, it was my own darn fault. I suppose I could try to blame it on you and your fantastic body, but that wouldn't be fair. Go ahead and let them in. If you say they are okay, that's good enough for me." I reassured him. Andy had peaked my curiosity and there was no way I was going to say 'no' now. I suspected that he was well aware of this fact and had used it to his advantage. The man knew me pretty well.

Andy grinned happily at me as he jumped up and rushed to the door. I climbed out of the bed and stood next to the sitting area of the hotel room. I brushed futilely at the damp spot on my jeans and hoped that it wouldn't be that noticeable.

"Larry, Albert, come on in,' Andy said to the two strangers standing out in the hall. "Please sit down and we can get started.

My jaw didn't' drop to the ground but my eyes got very big as the two strangers walked into the hotel room. They were police officers. Andy had neglected to mention that little fact, but in all fairness he hadn't had much of an opportunity. I shouldn't have been that surprised since Andy was attending a police conference, and we had discussed finding some cute policemen for me to hypnotize. These two very nice looking police officers qualified in that regard. One appeared to be a motorcycle cop, and the other a patrol car cop.

"Larry, Albert, this is my good friend Paul Walton," Andy said as he began the introductions.

"Paul, this is Larry Manson," Andy said as he gestured at the motorcycle cop. "And this is Albert Stone. They would like to talk with you about hypnosis."

"Gentlemen, please sit down," I said as I took a seat in one of the chairs. Fortunately there was a small loveseat and a second chair in the room. Andy took the second chair, leaving the two cops to sit beside each other on the loveseat, with Larry seated on my left and Albert on my right. (Yes, I know that brings up some wonderful erotic ideas, dear reader, but put a leash on your hormones and let me tell the story. Okay?)

The two policemen sat down next to each other on the love seat facing me and Andy. They appeared to be slightly nervous. Who could blame them? It's not every day that you walk into a stranger's hotel room for the purpose of being hypnotized.

"Andy tells me that one or both of you have an interest in hypnosis. Unfortunately Andy did not get a chance to talk with me regarding your specific interests in hypnosis. Considering the nature of your profession, I am going to take a guess that one or both of you are interested in using hypnosis for stress relief , to change a bad had or for goal setting," I said attempting to start up a conversation with two strangers.

"That is correct," Larry said stiffly. He wasn't at all at ease. Albert looked just as uncomfortable as Larry. Only Andy and I were relaxed.


"Andy did not tell me how much you know about hypnosis, so if you will indulge me, please let me explain what it is and how it works." I said with as friendly a smile as I could manage. "If you have any questions, feel free to interrupt me."

"Thank you," Larry said coolly. He wasn't unfriendly, just reserved. He did not fully trust me, despite Andy reassurances. It was understandable, since the man had just met me.

So for the next ten for fifteen minutes I talked about hypnosis and what it could and could not do. I won't bore you with the details of my 'this is how hypnosis works' talk. I will say that when I finished both Larry and Albert were more willing to have me hypnotize Larry, although they still seemed a bit hesitant about it. They asked intelligent questions about hypnosis. They asked me why I was so willing to do this, and they asked if I had ever hypnotized Andy. With Andy's permission I answered honestly. This seemed to put them a bit more at ease. I also discovered that Andy knew both of these policemen from previous conferences. They had known each other for years, though they met only once or twice a year. The friendship between Andy and these policemen would make it easier to hypnotize them, if I were using ordinary hypnosis.

What I did not mention to them was that I would be using my super hypnosis powers on Larry and on Albert. I wasn't sure how I would arrange that, but I was sure the opportunity would present itself before too long. Of course Andy knew that I was going to use my super hypnosis powers on Larry when I hypnotized him. Andy would not have told either of the policemen about this, because they would not have believed him. These two cops might have wanted hypnosis, but they were going to get a little bit more. I was looking forward to starting the induction, when I got that creepy feeling in the back of my head. I cursed silently to myself because I knew what it meant. Something wasn't right here. Something was wrong, potentially dangerously wrong.