The Coffee Shop Pt. 05

"You did this to me you son of a bitch! I ought to knock your block off!" Gilbert snarled at me. His hands had balled up into fists and he raised his right arm at me menacingly. "You hypnotized me and made me say I was gay and made me pee myself. You're lucky I don't break your arm or your leg or both!"

"Cut the crap and face the truth, Gilbert," I snarled back at him. "All I did was open a door for you to admit the truth. You chose to walk through it. Even a blockhead like you knows that you can't be made to do anything when hypnotized that deep down, you don't want to do. Now act like a man and deal with it." This was the truth, for the most part. While it is a fact that I had used super hypnosis on Gilbert, I had not given Gilbert any instructions that he should reveal his long time feelings to Albert. Gilbert had decided to do that on his own. Mind you, the joyful feeling he had of being hypnotized and controlled probably contributed a lot to his decision.

Gilbert glared at me without speaking. He huffed and he puffed, and then he lowered his arm, as his anger melted out of him. He stood there looking at me, not saying a word. Slowly he turned on the water and did his best to clean himself up and to try to clean up the urine stain on his breeches. He was partly successful. It took several minutes and when he was done the slight smell of urine was gone, masked by the scent of the hotel soap. His breeches were still damp though and the damp spot was a lot larger. (No, dear reader, I did not offer to help him with that. I knew better than to push matters.)

Gilbert turned to look at me again, and the expression on his face showed that he had come to a decision of some type. "You're right," he said with a sigh. "I did this to myself. You just gave me the opportunity. I don't know why I decided to do this now, but I did."

I was relieved that Gilbert had come to accept responsibility for his coming out. He wasn't happy about it, true, but he was dealing with it.

"Before we go out there, can I talk with you?" Gilbert asked me in a hushed voice. This was quite a change from the arrogant self assured man who had appeared uninvited at the door of the hotel room a scant half an hour ago.

"Yes. I think supper can wait a few minutes," I answered him. "What did you want to talk about?" I had a very good idea as to what Gilbert wanted to discuss with me, and the first few words out of his mouth confirmed my guess.

"How do you handle it, being gay?" He asked bluntly. He looked at me as if I were some new strange alien life form that he'd just encountered.

"You make it sound like some kind of disease," I snapped at him, and then bit off the other words that struggled to escape past my lips. Antagonizing Gilbert wasn't going to make the situation any easier. The confused look on his face, made it clear that Gilbert didn't know how to respond to what I had said. I took a deep breath to calm myself. Despite his attractive body, I had lost none of the general dislike I felt for Gilbert. It was causing me to see hidden meanings in his question which were most likely not there. The man had just come out to himself. What he needed was help, not judgement on past actions and attitudes. ''I'm not sure I understand the question," I answered him, hesitantly, a few seconds later.

"Well, now that I'm gay, what do I do? How is this going to affect my life, my job?" Gilbert asked. The bewildered look on his face convinced me that supper would have to wait more than a few minutes. I looked at Gilbert for about a minute before I answered his question.

"That's really up to you Gilbert. It all depends on who you decide to come out to," I told him. "I sincerely doubt that there's any proof in your actions that would lead anyone to suspect that you're gay. If anything they probably think that your very macho and butch."

"You've really turned my life inside out you know," Gilbert said with just a slight hint of accusation in his voice. "It's like I've got to start my whole life over again. How do I do that? How can I report back to my precinct on Monday as if nothing's happened?"


"Coming out to yourself is the first and hardest step Gilbert. Every gay man has to go through it. Until you can admit to yourself that you're gay and accept yourself for being gay then nothing has changed. You can tell yourself that it was all a lie or that I implanted the suggestion that you were gay in your mind when I hypnotized you and then you can walk out that door and everything will be just like it was before. You will still be living a lie. The choice is yours. The only difference is that now, if you decide to do that, you'll know that you're living a lie. The one bright spot in all of this is that now you'll probably have a lot more empathy and tolerance of those gay men you encounter in the line of duty." The entire time that I spoke I kept my eyes locked on Gilbert's eyes. I wanted him to know there was no bullshit.

"But how do I do that? Where do I start? How do I begin?" Gilbert implored me.

"With a little help from a friend," I said with a soft smile. I walked up to Gilbert and slowly wrapped my arms around his masculine muscular powerful torso. I held him gently and said not a word. At first Gilbert's arms dangled by his sides, then slowly I felt them wrap about me. Slowly and oh so gently Gilbert hugged me back. We stood there silently embraced in each other's arms. Since I had so much physical contact with Gilbert I took the opportunity to do a quick scan of his mind. I was pleased to discover that he was coming to accept his gayness. It might take a little while but I was pretty sure he'd be okay. The truth had always been there in the back of his mind, I just dragged it to into the light so he could see it for himself.

After about a minute Gilbert broke the silence. "Why are you doing this? Why are you trying to help me?"

I thought about his questions for a moment before I answered. "Everyone needs help now and then Gilbert. It seems only fair that since I put you on this new road, I should help you with your first few steps. I'm not going to lie to you. You have a difficult road ahead of you, but it's one all gay men face. One thing I can promise you, there are many wonderful experiences waiting for you down the road."

"I hope you're right," Gilbert said doubtfully. "At least I know what I have to do next." There was a note of confidence in his voice which I was happy to hear.

"Hey are you okay in there?" Andy's voice asked from the other side of the door.

"Yeah. We're on our way," I answered as I walked over to the bathroom door and opened it. A few moments later Gilbert and I had rejoined the other three policemen. I found Albert and Larry sitting on one side of the dinner table, and two empty chairs on the other side. Andy had just sat down and was waving me towards the one remaining empty chair. There wasn't a place setting or a chair for Gilbert. We had only ordered four meals.

"If I could have your attention before you start eating please," Gilbert announced to the room in a strong forceful voice. Everyone turned their heads toward him and listened. "Albert, I would like to offer my most sincere apologies to you for the difficulties and pain I have caused you over the past few years. I hope that sometime in the future you will be able to find it in your heart to forgive me. I promise you now as an officer of the law, and in front of these other policeman as witnesses, that from this day forward I will leave you to live your life in peace. Should you wish to contact me in the future I would not be opposed to it. I will not attempt to contact you however."

"Nice speech Gilbert," Larry said with a snarl. "I wonder if your actions will live up to your words?"

"They will. Only time will prove that to you," Gilbert answered. "I would like to ask one favour though. I would like to stay here and sit on the bed and watch Albert and you dine. This could be the last time that I ever see Albert and I would like to engrave the image of his face and body in my mind."

"I suppose that would be okay," Albert agreed after a moment's hesitation. "But anything we talk about while dining is none of your business. Clear?"


"Yes of course," Gilbert agreed. He turned about and sat down on one of the beds looking over at Albert with a slightly sad look on his face. Gilbert made himself as comfortable on the bed as he could considering that his uniform pants were still slightly damp. I found it slightly amusing to see a big strong policeman like Gilbert sitting there in uniform pants that were obviously wet due to an inside job. I controlled myself so that only the slightest hint of a smile touched my lips.

It was difficult at first but we managed to start talking about a few things mostly Albert and Larry's hypnosis sessions. Both of them both enjoyed their hypnosis with me but neither was interested in continuing it any further, at least not this evening. I explained to them that their triggers would eventually fade away if not reinforced and they were content with that. The police conference was on for a few more days so there was a remote possibility that one or both of them might want another session before they left. They had many other questions about hypnosis in general, but I won't bore you with the details since Albert and Larry's questions were ones that I had answered many times before. There seemed to be an unspoken agreement not to discuss Gilbert or to even acknowledge his presence in the room. I didn't agree with that but I also didn't think it was worth getting into an argument about. I did notice that every now and then Albert would shoot a look in Gilbert's direction. Albert clearly knew that Gilbert was there, you couldn't help but know that Gilbert was there. Albert had decide not to acknowledge him.

Gilbert kept his word. He remained at a silent as he sat there looking over at Albert. I actually felt a little bit sorry for him, as he sat there futilely hoping for some change in Albert's attitude. Gilbert was pining for some scrap acknowledgment or attention from Albert. I suppose when you're infatuated with somebody, logic and reasoning go right out the window. I didn't know how Albert could handle it so well. I would have been upset at having somebody stare at me the entire time I was eating a meal. It was Albert's decision to deal with Gilbert in this manner, and as much as much as I might have disagreed with it I had to respect his decision. If it had been me though, I would have probably given in to temptation and played with Gilbert if you catch my drift. Let's face it; that motorcycle policeman was outrageously handsome and he had a pair of killer bus in those snug uniform breeches, that rivalled Andy's As you know I'm an ass man, and Gilbert's ass was to put it in culinary terms a triple layer chocolate cake covered with thick chocolate frosting. Unlike the cake, Gilbert wasn't fattening.

"Gilbert come here a moment please," Albert said when there was a pause in the conversation.

"Yes Albert." Gilbert said as he stood up and walked over to stand beside Albert on Albert's left side. Gilbert couldn't stand in front of Albert because of the room service table. Gilbert was being most respectful towards Albert, which I found to be a welcome change from his behaviour earlier in the evening.

Albert moved his chair to his left so that he was sitting directly in front of Gilbert. "Kneel down in front of me Gilbert," Albert said in a commanding tone of voice. Gilbert gulped once and slowly knelt down in front of Albert. There was a slight shudder passed through his body, and I didn't know if it was due to excitement or fear. Albert reached up and pulled at his uniform tie. In moments he had pulled it off his uniform shirt and had undone the knot in the tie. "I am going to tie this tie around your neck, and it will become for you a dog collar. I will then be able to lead you around the room or anywhere else by holding on to the rest of the tie like a leash."

"No Albert," Gilbert said as he pushed himself up from his knees and stood in front of Albert. "I apologized to you and I meant it, but that doesn't give you the right to humiliate me."


"I don't get it. A minutes ago you were saying you wanted to be my slave and now all of a sudden you changed your mind? What gives?" Albert turned away from Gilbert and looked at me for the answers to his questions.

"Gilbert was in a hypnotic trance earlier Albert. Apparently while he was hypnotized the submissive part of his personality was able to express itself. Gilbert was able to tell you things in that state of mind that he couldn't normally admit to you. I strongly suspect that if you want Gilbert to be your police puppy he's going to have to go back to hypnosis." I told Albert.

I looked over at Gilbert, as I finished speaking. Gilbert's face had gone blank seconds after he heard me say his hypnotic trigger. He stood there with a stunned look on his face as if trying to understand what was about to happen to him. I smiled to myself as I watched Gilbert slip back into his hypnotic trance. I was so going to enjoy watching him fawn over Albert in an attempt to curry Albert's favour. The stunned look on Gilbert's face melted into an expression of adoration as he smiled down at Albert. Gilbert was back in his hypnotic trance, ready willing and able to do anything at Albert might ask..

"Oh yes Sir! Please fasten your tie about my neck like a dog collar, Sir." Gilbert said to Albert. By the time he'd finished speaking Gilbert had returned to his kneeling position directly in front of Albert and was pushing his head and neck as close to Albert's hands as he could possibly manage.

"As you can see Gilbert responds very well to his trigger phrase when I say it. He's now back in that wonderful state of hypnosis that he still enjoys, and the submissive part of his personality is now come to the front. Isn't that right Gilbert? Aren't you a good boy for Albert?" I said directing the questions toward Gilbert.

"Oh yes indeed Sir. I want to be a good boy for Albert, Sir. I would enjoy wearing Albert's tie as a collar and having Albert take me for a walk." Gilbert agreed happily. He smiled at Albert like a lovesick puppy, which wasn't too far off the mark.

I stood up from the table and walked around it so I was standing beside Albert and Gilbert and had a clear view of Gilbert's ass. (Damn, Gilbert had one hell of a sexy ass.) The seriousness of the situation prevented me from reaching down and playing with those two big round heavenly hemispheres encased in those tight motorcycle policeman's uniform breeches. The irony was that Gilbert was so willing to let Albert play with him, his body, his ass, when Albert had such little interest in that, while I was the person who would've appreciated that offer far more than Albert. Of course I couldn't have taken Gilbert up on his offer any case because of Andy. Still I was tempted, very tempted.
"So Gilbert only in this state, only when you are hypnotized like this are you willing to let Albert control you is that correct?" I asked him.

"Yes Sir, that is correct," Gilbert agreed. "Gilbert the police officer, the motorcycle policeman, would never agree to this Sir. He is too ashamed of being gay and his infatuation with Albert, to ever admit openly what is the real truth. When I'm hypnotized like this Sir, I feel so good feels so calm and at peace, that I can let go, Sir. I can handle the truth like this Sir because I don't have to be in control anymore. I can just let myself go, and do what Albert tells me, because that's really what I've wanted all these years, is for Albert to take control. Such a powerful strong man, it is a privilege to serve him."


"Well there you have it, Albert," I said with a slight smile on my face. "Straight from the horse's, or in this case the motorcycle policeman's, mouth. Gilbert has very clearly explained the conditions in which he is willing to abide by your decisions, and to submit to your control. What you have to decide is whether or not you want to take him up on his most generous offer."

"This is not a decision you should make lightly Albert," I cautioned him. "There are many responsibilities involved in being a slave owner. You may in certain circumstances need to protect Gilbert from himself, and his overenthusiastic desire to please you. You may also need to undertake certain physical actions for Gilbert's mental health, actions that you might not otherwise enjoy."

"What do you mean exactly?" Albert asked.

"Well dry humping Gilbert's ass comes to mind," I answered quickly. "In case you're not aware of it, a slave's most profound pleasure or reward is sucking off his master, as in giving his master a blow job, or having his master's cock up the slave's ass."

"I could never do that. That's too disgusting," Albert said with more than a touch of revulsion in his voice. "Stand up and turn around in a circle for me, Gilbert. I want to get a good look at your body for a little bit." Albert ordered him a few seconds later.

Gilbert sprang to his feet and beamed at Albert. Gilbert was quite happy to carry out Albert's instructions. Gilbert turned around several times in a circle albeit somewhat slowly. I'm sure he was trying to make sure Albert got an eye full of Gilbert's fantastic body. I know I was getting an eye full of Gilbert's fantastic body and I wasn't about to complain.

"No, I could never do anything like that to you Gilbert. I will admit that you are handsome man and you are good looking but you're just not my cup of tea," Albert said. "Back down on all fours for me, Gilbert."

"Yes, sir!" Gilbert replied gleefully. He dropped to his hands and knees immediately, and then crawled back so that he was in front of Albert again.

(At this point dear reader, an unethical hypnotist would have hypnotized Albert and forced him to dry hump Gilbert, to the enjoyment of all. I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't at all tempted to do something like that. The idea of a straight cop dry humping a gay cop is a fantasy that appeals to me greatly, and I had the power and ability to do just that. So why didn't I? In a word, Andy. He would never have forgiven me for forcing Albert to dry hump Gilbert.)

Albert turned and looked at me. "Still I find myself in agreement with you. I would like to see Gilbert taken down a peg or two," Albert continued.

"Maybe we could find somebody to do that sort of thing on your behalf," I suggested with a glint in my eye. I turned to my right and looked over at Larry and winked at him.

Larry gulped and suddenly became flustered. He blushed a bright red for a few moments and then seem to get hold of himself a few seconds later. "No way. Not going to happen. Count me out," Larry said to me with a steely look in his eyes. I locked my gaze with his for a few seconds and I saw a something else in the back of his eyes. The next words out of Larry's mouth suggested I must have been mistaken. "I mean it. I'd like to see somebody take Gilbert down a peg or two but it's not going to be me at least not that way."

"Well that narrows it down to two candidates," I said as looked over at Andy. I walked over to Andy who had been standing there watching all of this silently. I looked up at him and discovered that the expression on his face was not what I had been expecting. He was not happy at what he was seeing, it would be closer to say that he was tolerating it. "Andy, would you have any objections to humiliating Gilbert?" I asked.