The Coffee Shop Pt. 05

"Oh yes, very much," Larry said with a hint of pleading in his voice.

"Even if that means you feel controlled by me? Even if that make you feel like a cop toy?" I asked him.

"Yes, I, I want to be a cop toy if I can go even deeper," Larry replied after a few seconds hesitation.

"Good, because you can always say no, cop toy," I said to him as I touched his forehead with the fingers of my right hand.

Larry's armed dropped to his side and his eyes snapped shut. A second later his head slowly dropped forward to rest on his chest. A smile blossomed on his face and he sighed contentedly.

"What are you smiling about Larry?" I asked him.


"I'm smiling because I feel so good, sir. I'm your cop toy, sir," Larry said and a giggle escaped his lips, then he continued to smile.

"So shall I refer to you as 'cop toy one' for the rest of your session, Larry?" I asked him, hoping he would agree.

"Yes, please sir. I am Cop Toy One, sir," Larry answered and the smile on his face got just a bit bigger.

"Fine when you are a trance you will respond to the name 'Cop Toy One, or your real name 'Larry" I instructed him. "The trigger phrase that will return you to this wonderful state of hypnosis or an even deeper state than this Larry, is 'iron cowboy'. This trigger phrase only works when I say it. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir.," Larry replied.

"So what happens when you hear me say 'iron cowboy', Larry?" I asked him. I had to check that he actually did understand.

"I return to this state where I am your 'Cop Toy One', sir," Larry replied.

"Good, Cop Toy One." I congratulated him.

"Thank you sir," Larry replied.

I was beginning to think that he was one of those guys who just had to have the last word. I smiled back at him even though I knew he couldn't see me. I wanted to try out my new toy, but there was something else I had to take care of first. I turned away from Larry and turned to look at Albert. "So what do you think, Albert? Do you think he's under?" I said with a smile.

Albert stood there with his mouth hanging open, flabbergasted. He moved his mouth a few times and then words started to tumble out. "I don't fucking believe this! What the hell did you do to him?"

"Exactly as I told you I would. I merely hypnotized him, Albert, nothing more," I answered calmly.

"The fuck you did!" Why's he acting so submissive then? That's not his normal behaviour!" Albert wasn't pleased with what I had done with Larry.

"I don't know for sure, but I suspect he has a secret desire to want to feel controlled. If you'd paid attention to what I told him, you'd realize that I left the choice up to him. He chose to explore this side of his personality," I explained.

"Screw this! Wake him up right now!" Albert demanded.

"As you wish," I replied. I could afford to be calm and collected because Albert would be joining Larry soon enough. Still it might do Albert some good to reassure him that Larry wasn't suffering at all.

"Larry I am going to count from zero to five where zero is this state or an even deeper state than this and five is when you are completely out of his hypnosis and your normal self in every way. You will wake up feeling refreshed, relaxed, calm and at peace. You will remember everything that happened when I hypnotized you. Do you understand?"


"Yes, sir, but I would really rather stay here," Larry replied with a wistful note in his voice.

I had to ignore Larry desire to remain hypnotized. Albert was alarmed, not to mention armed, and I did not want to take any chances with him. "Zero. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Wide awake, Larry! Wide awake!" I said as I counted Larry out.

"Huh? Where am I? Oh wait, I remember now. You put me under, Paul. Wow! That was really something. How long was I out?" Larry babbled as blinked his eyes, and raised his arms overhead in a big stretch.

"I would guess that it's been fifteen or twenty minutes since we started, Larry," I told him. "How do you feel?"

"In a word, terrific!" Larry answered. "If I'd known hypnosis was this good, I'd have looked into it years ago. You've got to give this a try, Albert. It's great!"

I did my best to hide the smile that tried to break out on my face. Larry was a very satisfied subject and he sounded a bit like Tony the Tiger from the Frosted Flakes commercials.

"Are you nuts?" Albert cried out at Larry. "Don't you know what you were saying when you were under? You agreed to be this faggot's cop toy?"

"Yeah, I guess I did," Larry said with a blush. "It just seemed natural somehow. I guess I liked not having to worry about anything and letting someone else do all the thinking and take all the responsibility. I knew what I was saying, Albert. Before you ask, no, I would not have let him screw my ass."

"Well, thank God for that," Albert said with relief. "I still think you're nuts if you want him to put you back under tonight. If you do, I'm definitely sticking around to keep an eye on your back." Albert fixed me with a less than friendly stare. "Are you sure you're okay, Larry?"

"I'm fine. I certainly feel a lot more relaxed and less stressed than when this whole thing started," Larry assured Albert. "So if you have no further objections, I'd like to go back under and have Paul teach me how to relax when I get upset at work."

"Glad to," I said to Larry. "The first thing you need to do is to find an iron cowboy."

Larry's eyes closed and his entire body relaxed as he slipped back into the trance that he had so recently left. He swayed slightly on his feet, but otherwise had no problem standing up.

"Cop Toy One is ready, sir" Larry said with a smile.

"I still don't fucking believe he's letting you do this to him. You'd just better be careful, because I'm watching you," Albert warned me, as he crossed his arms in front of his chest.

"Of course," I said calmly. "Might I ask you a question, Albert?"

"Yes, go ahead," Albert answered.


"Why does Larry's submissive behaviour upset you so much?"

"It's demeaning. A policeman risks his life every day, and you should show more respect for Larry," Albert answered.

"I'm not asking him to do this, Albert, I am only acquiescing to his request," I responded.

"I still think it's wrong and I'm going to make sure you don't take advantage of him, in any way," Albert declared. He uncrossed his arms and shook his right index finger at me to emphasize his point.

"I have no intention of doing that, as you will soon see," I said trying to assure Albert. "I could not see you when I was doing the induction on Larry. Were you focusing intently on what I was saying to him during the induction?"

"Actually, yes I was. I wanted to be sure you didn't slip in some gay suggestions," Albert admitted.

"I thought that might be the case," I said thoughtfully. "I suspect that you're going to experience what is known as a delayed induction. It sometimes happens to really good subjects. It is similar to going into a trance at a stage hypnotist show, when you are in the audience and not on stage."

"Doubtful, since I don't want to be hypnotized and I never agreed to be hypnotized," Albert scoffed at me. He crossed his arms in front of his chest again to emphasize his dismissal of my idea.

"Don't knock it 'til you've tried it, Albert," I said with a grin.

"Very funny. Not," Albert said as he glared at me.

"Why don't you join Larry?" I said to Albert with a big grin on my face.

"Yeah like that's going to happen," Albert said with a growl. "I ought to?." Albert stopped in mid sentence and stared off into space.

"Ought to do what, Albert?" I prompted him. I knew what was about to happen and I savoured every sweet second of it.

Albert looked around and finally saw Larry standing there entranced. Albert locked his eyes on Larry. A few seconds later Albert' arms dropped to his side. Albert gazed remained fixed on Larry. (I knew that Albert was looking at the sheriff's badge that was on Larry's uniform shirt, but Andy didn't know that.)

"Yes, deeper and deeper," Albert said softly a few times. A minute or so later Albert started to raise his arms up in the air. Moments later his arms were straight up in the air. Albert raised himself up on his toes and then settled back down on his feet.

"Yes," Albert said to no one and stood there with his arms in the air staring at Larry.

"What is happening to Albert, Paul?" Andy called out to me.


"He's carrying out Larry's induction, Andy," I answered. "I thought why not two cops for one induction? Hang on a second while I finish this." I walked over to Albert and touched him on the forehead with my fingers. As expected Albert' arms dropped to his side, his eyes closed and his head dropped down to his chest..

"Cop Toy Two is ready, sir" Albert said clearly and loudly. A grin that matched the one on Larry's face, appeared on Albert's face.

"Thank you Albert. I think I will give you a different trigger phrase though. Your trigger phrase, which works only when I say it, is 'firebird freedom'. Do you understand, Albert?" I asked my second hypnotized cop toy.

"Yes, sir. When you say 'firebird freedom' I return to this state where I can be Cop Toy Two," Albert answered cheerfully.

"Okay, so now what?" Andy asked me, interrupting my conversation with Albert..

"Well, we are going to have a little fun with these guys but first I want to get a really good look at them. I haven't had the chance to look them over.

"Go feast on your eye candy, Paul. I'll order the four of us steaks from room service. The least we can do is feed these handsome hard working men," Andy grinned at me. "I'll play it safe and order well done for everyone."

"Sounds good to me, Andy," I said as I walk over to where Larry was standing. He went under first so it seemed only fair that I start my examination with him. I walked over and stood in front of the hypnotized police officer. He looked so relaxed it was almost a shame to disturb him. He was slightly taller than me, so I would guess his height at five feet and ten inches.

"Stand at attention, Cop Toy One," I barked at Larry. "I wish to inspect you and your uniform."

"Yes sir!" Larry hollered back at me as he snapped to attention. His head came up as he opened his eyes. He brought his legs together and threw his shoulders back, while he slapped his arms smartly down to his sides and held them there.


I looked down at Larry's feet to find that they were encased in a pair of dark brown leather motorcycle boots. Unlike cowboy boots which do not have laces, these boots had laces that stared from the usual position half way up the shoe part of the boot and stopped about a third of the way up the front of the shaft of the boot. The boots were tightly laced, and there was no way they were going to come off easily. The boots had a bit of a shine on them, but it was clear that they were everyday working boots and not parade dress boots. The boots ended just a couple of inches below the start of Larry's knees, as one might expect. The uniform breeches were light tan in colour and fit Larry well. They were snug but not skin tight, and from what I had observed they moved well. The front of those breeches had top pockets, not side angle pockets. The fly of the breeches were closed, and there was no discernable bulge anywhere in the front of those breeches, so much for Larry being turned on by being hypnotized. You can't have everything. A big thick dark brown leather gun belt encircled Larry's waist. The colour of the leather exactly matched that of the dark brown leather motorcycle boots. Attached to the leather gun belt was the usual assortment of police equipment, including the gun holster, with a gun in it. (Guns make me nervous. I don't even like it when Andy carries one in my apartment, but I've learned to put up with it. There was no way I was going to touch that gun, though.) Moving on up with my inspection I came across a light tan long sleeved uniform shirt that exactly matched the colour of the uniform breeches, which again wasn't exactly unexpected. The shirt had two chest pockets on it with button flap closures that were done up. There was a name tag just above the right chest pocket that said "L. Manson". The six pointed star sheriff's badge was pinned just above the left chest pocket. The badge number, if you have to know was 123456. (Yes, of course I'm lying. You think I'd really tell you the policeman's badge number? Please! Give me a little credit for knowing when to be discrete.) The uniform shirt had the usual button front which was all done up except for the top collar button. The shirt was well fitting, loose enough to be comfortable but snug enough to show that Larry did not have the slightest hint of a belly on him. I could see the top of the white undershirt that Larry was wearing underneath his uniform shirt.

My eyes moved up past the uniform to study the handsome face in front of me. He was Caucasian with just a hint of a tan on his clear skin. The eyes were hazel, and clear as they stared out at a distant point somewhere behind me. The eyes seemed in proper proportion to the rest of the face, not too big and not small little piggy eyes either. The hair was black thick and cut very short. I would have expected such since motorcycle helmets can get hot. There was a thick black moustache filling in the area between the nose and the upper lip. The nose was strong and large but it did not stick out of the face. The lips were pressed firmly together and were slightly on the thin side. The chin and the jaw were firm squared off and manly. Everything about this face suggested that this was a man who was confident and sure of his ability to hand any situation. (Yes, dear reader, I was aching to plant a big wet sloppy kiss on Larry's lips, if only to see what his reaction would have been. The odds were that Larry was heterosexual, and the result of my kissing him could have been trouble. So, no kissing, at least not right now.)

I slowly walked to Larry's left side and around to his back to complete my inspection of Cop Toy One. As I walked around I noticed that there were stripes down the outside seam of the uniform breeches. Three thin stripes, a white one with a blue one on either side. Further investigation of the stripes would have to wait, as I still had to inspect Albert as well. I did notice another difference from cowboy boots though, which was that there were laces down the outer side of the motorcycle boots, which stopped at about one third down the length of the shaft of the boot. The back side of Larry's uniform was delightful. The uniform shirt was unremarkable, a simple continuation of the light tan colour and the usual seams along the side of the shirt and across the shoulders. The delightful part was the uniform breeches. (Come on now, dear reader. Did you expect me to say something else? Surely by now you know I am a butt man.) The light tan breeches were snug but not tight across Larry's buttocks. Larry's buttocks were full and round, fleshy and firm, and in those uniform breeches a delight to behold. There were two button flap back pockets on those breeches. The large bulge in the right back pocket suggested that this was where Larry's wallet called home. There appeared to be a patch of slighter darker material that covered the seat of the breeches and extended along the back of the pants down each leg, to about mid thigh. I had never seen it before.

"Larry, what is that patch of material on the seat of your pants and down your legs?" I asked him.

"It is padding on my breeches to make riding my motorcycle more comfortable, sir," Larry answered crisply.

"Ah, I see. Does it work, Larry?" I inquired.

"Yes, very well sir. I am able to ride for a much longer period of time without getting a sore ass, sir," Larry answered.

'I see. Remove your gun belt and hold it out in front of you at chest level with both hands," I commanded Larry.


"Yes, sir," Larry barked, as he put action to words. His hand moved to the buckle of his gun belt quickly unfastening it. He carefully pulled the gun belt away from his waist, and then moved his left hand behind his back and over to his right as he passed the gun belt behind his back. Slowly and carefully he brought the gun belt out from behind his back and held it in front of him with just his right hand. Quickly he grabbed the unfastened belt with his left hand and shifted the belt a bit as if trying to be sure he had a firm grip on it. Moments later he raised the gun belt up in front of him just as he had been instructed.

Now I had a chance to examine the area of his pants that the big thick gun belt had been covering up. As I had expected there was a dark brown belt snaking its way through the tunnel belt loops of those light tan uniform breeches. I walked around to Larry's front. The belt buckle was not noteworthy, just your classic D-ring fastening. My curiosity satisfied, it was time to move on to Albert.

"Thank you, Cop Toy One," I said to Larry knowing that he liked to be called that. "You may put your gun belt back on, stand at ease now, close your eyes and relax, and continue to go deeper and to feel even better."

"Thank you, sir," Larry replied, as he lowered his arms. It took him only a few seconds to swing the gun belt behind his back from his right side and catch the belt with his left hand. Easily he moved the two end of the belt together and fastened it about his waist. A soft sigh escapee his lips as he moved his legs apart and relaxed his body. Second later his eyes closed and his head dropped down to his chest.

I turned my attention to Albert. "Stand at attention, Cop Toy Two!" I barked at Albert.

"Sir, yes, sir!" Albert hollered back at me as he snapped to attention. He brought his legs together and threw his shoulders back in one smooth motion. He held is harms stiffly at his sides, pointed straight down. Lastly he raised his head and held it straight ahead, his eyes open and looking out directly in from of him. Albert held his entire body stiffly like a statue. I couldn't help but smile as his conditioned response.

I walked over to Albert and looked him over starting with his head. I had to tilt my head upward a bit as Albert was significantly taller than I was. Albert was taller than Larry, but shorter than Andy. I would guess Albert's height at five feet and eleven inches. Albert was Caucasian with fair skin that was slightly more tanned than Larry's skin. Albert had neatly trimmed straight black hair which was in full retreat. Some people say bald men are sexy, well Albert was not bald but he had a good start down that road. (He did look sexy, in my humble opinion, but I was evaluating his entire body.) . Like Larry, Albert did not wear glasses. Steady clear dark blue eyes stared out from either side of a hard firm nose. Lips pressed firmly together in a line that made the face appear even harder. A strong chin and hard jaw line suggested this was a face that didn't take any back talk. Overall, Albert's clean shaven face was the classic face you would expect a cop to have, firm hard rock steady, suggesting someone you could rely on. Yet, there was a subtle touch of softness in Albert's face that hinted at something else. Unlike Larry, Albert appeared to be a man of more than one dimension. I knew I was going to enjoy learning more about him.


I moved my gaze down to his long sleeved dark brown uniform shirt with the usual button front which was all done up except for the top collar button. The shirt had two chest pockets on it with button flap closures that were done up. There was a name tag just above the right chest pocket that said "A. Stone". The oval police officer badge was pinned just above the left chest pocket. The badge number was 1-800-SPANK-ME. (If only it HAD said that, I would have really been in heaven. Can you imagine meeting a cop who wants you to spank him when he is in uniform? Now that would be one heck of a fantasy if you ask me, dear reader.) The long sleeved shirt was well fitting and tapered just slightly around Albert's waist. Aside from the light brown buttoned down shoulder flaps, the shirt was a typical police uniform shirt, so I directed my attention downwards.