The Coffee Shop Pt. 05

"Yes, sir. Right away sir," Gilbert said with a smile. He turned away from me and practically galloped over to the bed. He climbed up on the bed and positioned himself lying prone on his stomach, his legs spread slightly apart. His ass was now ready to be humped.
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"Cop Toy One, time for you to climb aboard the Gilbert train and drive it on home," I said gleefully.

"Yes indeed, sir!" Larry replied happily as he walked towards the bed where Gilbert lay. I suppose you could say that Gilbert had been very patient waiting for us to sort out these details. In actual fact, Gilbert didn't have any real choice but to wait. He had been told by Albert to wait to have his ass humped, and wanting earnestly to server and obey Albert, Gilbert had to wait. After all that's what a good slave boy does, and Gilbert, in his current hypnotized state of mind, wanted to be a good slave boy. (I'm sure that all you good slave boys reading this story can understand how Gilbert felt. I suspect that right now you boys are wishing that you were Gilbert, about have your ass humped by a sexy motorcycle cop. Enough about your fantasies, though. Time to get back to the story.)


Slowly, almost reverently, Larry climbed up onto the right side of the bed, giving me a great view of him climbing onto the bed without blocking my view of Gilbert's prone form. Larry was soon on his hands and knees crawling slowly, oh so slowly towards Gilbert's waiting form. I felt a sudden flush and my face became very hot. One motorcycle cop humping another motorcycle cop, was turning out to be far more stimulating than I had thought. (Okay, it was damn hot, and I couldn't believe how much it was turning me on. I'd never thought of myself as being interested in anything kinky. Just goes to show you, that you can still surprise yourself.) Larry was directly behind Gilbert's ass now. Larry carefully positioned himself so that he was sitting astride Gilbert's right leg, just above the knee. Gilbert let out a soft moan, as Larry settled himself down on Gilbert's leg. Gilbert had a pretty good idea of what was going to happen next, I'm sure. Those big wide thick leather gun belts only accentuated the hips and waists of the two police officers.

"Hold it a second!" I called out to the three policemen, as an idea exploded into my brain. "I think it would be safer for all of you to take off your gun belts first. Stop what you are doing now, take off your gun belts, put them on the loveseat and you may then get back to what you were doing," I ordered them.

"Yes, sir," Larry said as he climbed off of Gilbert and worked his way off of the bed.

"Right away, sir", Albert replied as he walked over to the loveseat.

"Of course, sir. That is a most wise precaution, sir ", Gilbert said as he pushed himself off the bed and on to his hands and knees. He still had Albert's tie fastened around his neck and it hung down in an almost comical manner. Trust Gilbert to respond with more than a simple 'Yes Sir'. Even hypnotized and submissive Gilbert still had to assert himself and be different from everybody else in the room. In a way I found that oddly attractive and just a tiny bit erotic. I think it was the constant reminder that Gilbert or at least a part of him, continued to challenge my control over his mind and will. I've never really liked it when a subject surrenders to me totally to the point of becoming blindly obedient. I like to know that a man that I've hypnotize can still think for himself and still able to question my instructions if they disagree with his basic nature. A mindless obedient zombie may be good in the movies or on TV but in real life it is somewhat unsatisfying.

I watched eagerly as Albert carefully unfasten his gun belt and removed it from his waist. With practised ease he placed the gun belt gently on the love seat. Albert quickly returned to where he had been standing earlier a few feet away from the foot of the bed. Larry climbed off of Gilbert with some obvious reluctance and then stood up by the side of the bed. Larry walked over to the love seat and shot a glance at me as if he was questioning my instructions. It was almost as if he was silently asking me why this was necessary. Larry unbuckled hiss gun belt and placed it on the sofa next to Albert's gun belt. Larry walked back and stood next to Albert. Now that the other two policemen were out of the way a Gilbert was free to move. He practically bounded off the bed in his eagerness to carry out my instructions. It took him only a few moments to slither out of his gun belt plop it on the love seat and clamber back onto the bed. To say that Gilbert was eager to have his ass humped by Larry would be a gross understatement.

"Hold on just a second, gentlemen," I said as an idea popped into my mind. "Cop Toy Two, you need to retrieve your tie from Gilbert and put it back on. You should be as well dressed as Cop Toy One before you proceed. Gilbert does not need to wear your tie as a leash any longer."

"As you wish, sir," Albert replied with some reluctance. Clearly he did not like the delay this was causing. Nevertheless, like the good obedient hypnotized cop slave that he was, he walked over to the bed, climbed on it, reached over and untied his tie from about Gilbert's neck. Gilbert offered no resistance or comment. Albert climbed off the bed and walked over to the full length mirror that was located on the wall leading to the bathroom. He stood in front of the mirror and in less than a minute he had his tie done up and adjusted correctly on his uniform shirt. He turned to face me and walked a few steps towards me. "Is this satisfactory, sir?" He asked. He wasn't hiding the fact that the delay annoyed him.

"Yes, it is, Cop Toy Two," I answered. "The reason why I wanted you to be fully dressed like Cop Toy One, is that wearing your tie will enhance the sexual pleasure you feel when you cum. The knowledge that you are doing something so different, or kinky as Cop Toy Two might say, makes this whole event even more exciting to you. It turns you on even more. Dry humping another man while fully dressed up in your uniform with your tie on, is not normal police procedure. You are doing this by my orders, and that turns you on even more."

"Fuck yes, sir, it does, sir!' Larry blurted out. "Cop Toy One is honored to serve and obey you, sir. Cop Toy One also thanks you for the sexual pleasure you are about to grant upon him." Brother, Larry had it bad. He was becoming more and more submissive and obedient the longer he remained in hypnosis. (Do you see a problem with this, dear reader? I don't.)

"Jesus love a duck, my cock is almost rock hard, sir!" Albert said a few seconds later. "I can't believe the power you have over me, sir. I can't refuse you, anything. Oh fuck! Obeying you is all that I want or am able to do now, sir. I am so fucking ready to obey you, sir!" Albert gulped a few times as he looked at me, his face blank and empty, almost zombie like. (I was two for two, dear reader. Actually three for three if you counted Gilbert since he was as mind fucked as the other two police officers. I'm good. What can I say?)

I turned my attention away from the two tie wearing deeply hypnotized and more than slightly mind fucked police officers, and back to the bed. Gilbert lay face down on the bed with his legs spread apart slightly. A shudder ran through his body as he lay there anticipating the weight of Larry straddling Gilbert's right leg again. "Here I come boy," Larry declared as he climbed up on the bed on his hands and knees and crawled towards Gilbert. "Get ready to have your ass humped within an inch of its life boy."


The commanding authoritative tone of Larry's voice added an air of sexual tension in the room. Somehow the thought of Larry taking down Gilbert, who had been such an arrogant son of a bitch only an hour or so ago, filled me with a warm satisfied feeling. It was almost as if I was going to be taking down Gilbert yet I wouldn't be touching him. I stared at Gilbert's big round plump and juicy buttocks, in those snug (okay tight) clinging motorcycle policeman uniform breeches, drinking in every second of that sight. My left hand drifted down to the crotch of my jeans and started to caress my swollen half erect cock. I didn't care if anybody saw me doing that. The only person who might notice was Andy since the hypnotized policemen in the room had other more pressing matters to attend to.

Like a tiger stocking its prey Larry crawled forward slowly on his hands and knees from the foot of the bed towards Gilbert's ass. The smile on Larry's face was one of sweet anticipation. He was looking forward to screwing Gilbert (figuratively speaking), in payback for all the times Gilbert had screwed with Albert. It didn't long for Larry to resume his position perched atop a Gilbert's right leg. Slowly Larry lowered himself on top of Gilbert pressing the front of his uniform breeches firmly into the valley between Gilbert's buttocks. A shudder ran through Gilbert's body as he felt the weight of Larry's body pressing down upon his own.

"Let the bump and grind commence, boy," Larry called out as he threw himself into the role.

"Yes, sir!" Gilbert cried with excitement.

I felt a wave of sexual heat expand outward from my loins as I watched Larry starting to hump Gilbert' ass. (What did you expect after all? Can you honestly tell me that if you had been there and saw one handsome cop humping another, you would not have had a reaction down south?) I'm not ashamed to say that part of me wanted to be taking on Larry's role. Gilbert ass was incredible. The way those two around hemispheres filled out those uniform breeches of his made it seem as if his ass was begging to be humped. Larry was lying on top of Gilbert, but Larry had braced his arms out to either side of Gilbert\s torso so that only some of Larry's body weight would be pressing down on Gilbert's backside. Gilbert was lying prone in the bed, while Larry was perched, so to speak, upon his knees.

"Hey, wait for me!" Albert cried out, as he walked up to the bed and stood next to Gilbert and Larry. Albert wasted no time in climbing onto the bed. It took him only a few moments to crawl forward on his knees and positioned himself directly behind Larry's cute butt. Gently Albert wrapped his arms around Larry's torso just under Larry's arms. Albert proceeded to thrust his body forward against Larry's torso and ass. From the way he was thrusting it appeared that Albert had undertaken this manoeuvre many times. I stood there watching the three cops humping each other, rubbing my swollen cock, thankful that I had been granted the privilege of witnessing such a beautifully erotic sight. I didn't say anything, I just stood there and watched the show. Albert moaned softly as he pressed his hard body against Larry's willing ass. As he pressed against Larry's body, Larry would pressed down upon Gilbert's body lying there in the bed. It was like watching a row of cop dominoes fall, over and over again, in sexy slow motion.

The room was silent except for the moaning and groaning of the three policemen. I tore my gaze away from the cop clubhouse sandwich, and looked over at Andy, wondering what he was making of all this. He stood there in his working uniform staring at his fellow officers entranced by their activities. I flicked my gaze to the front of his pants where I saw his right hand caressing a significant bulge. Andy glanced over at me and smiled. He nodded his head a few times as he flashed that should've been patented sexy smile of his at me. Words were unnecessary. Andy was enjoying this much as I was. I turned my attention back to the cop three some, wondering how long it would take for the three of them to come.


Occasionally Albert would speak a few words of encouragement to Larry. "You want this body, my body, don't you? That hot cop ass of yours is mine, all mine, and you know it, don't you? You're my boy Larry, and you love it. Go on, Boy. Tell me the truth. Tell me who your daddy is. Tell me who owns your ass."

"You do Albert," Larry replied. "This cop's ass is yours, Daddy. I'm your boy, Albert. I want to feel your big strong body on top of me, Daddy. I want you to hump my brains out. I am yours, Daddy. I just want to be your good boy, Daddy."

Okay so those weren't exactly words of encouragement. I was a bit surprised to hear Albert saying those things to Larry. I was even more surprised by Larry's enthusiastic responses. A few seconds quiet reflection on my part was all I needed to understand the dynamics of their relationship. Cops are very macho guys and they have a macho image that they're sort of expected to live up to. It made perfect sense that as a submissive Larry would want to be Albert's boy. Not necessarily his bitch, but his boy. For Larry to declare that he was Albert's bitch would have had feminine overtones which most likely neither of them would've been comfortable with.

"Can I be your boy too, Albert?" Gilbert cried out snatching my attention away from Larry and Albert. Gilbert moaned a few more times as he waited for Albert's reply.

Albert was otherwise occupied so it took him a couple of minutes to compose an answer. "No, you haven't earned the privilege of being my boy. At least not yet," Albert answered with a slight edge to his voice. He moaned a few more times and panted as he tried to catch his breath. Clearly his physical exertions were considerable and he had to try and pace himself. "However, I think you'd make a fine bitch for Larry. I know you're enjoying Larry humping your ass Gilbert. I know you will not be able to stop yourself from coming soon. And when you do come Gilbert, you will be Larry's bitch. When you shoot your load into the front of your uniform breeches, making them messy and smelly, you will understand that you are still a low life and not yet fit to be my boy. You will remain Larry's bitch, at his beck and call until I tell you otherwise. This is the lowly position you deserve, until you can prove to me that you have earned the right and privilege of being my boy."

"Yes. Yes, sir!" Gilbert cried out. Anything further that he might have wanted to say was cut off by a series of moans that erupted from his mouth. Gilbert's pleasure center was being heavily stimulated. He wouldn't have the desire or will to fight Albert's suggestions. In Gilbert's current state of mind Albert suggestions were more like ironclad orders. I didn't agree with what Albert was telling Gilbert, but it wasn't my place to interfere in their relationship. A part of me thought the idea of Gilbert being somebody's bitch was poetic justice, yet at the same time I knew I could never have given such a command. I had to remind myself of that because I wasn't objecting I was giving my silent approval of Larry's actions. So, I was partly responsible for the new role that Gilbert was about to undertake. When the humping was over, I would have to clean up a few loose ends. (Did you forget, dear reader, that these three police officers were still hypnotized and under my control? I certainly didn't.)

The humping, moaning, groaning and physical activity continued for a while longer. I ignored any clocks in the room and concentrated on watching the cops' performance. I had to hand it to them all. Their excellent physical condition allowed them to hump each other like sex crazed rabbits. I finally came in my jeans as I watched them. The release was as sweet as any I'd ever experienced. Once my body recovered a few minutes later, I found myself even more intently focussed on the policemen. It's not every day that you get to see cops doing something like this.


"I'm your bitch! I'm totally your bitch!"Gilbert cried out suddenly, arching his back up while thrusting his head up towards the ceiling. "Oh God. Yes, I'm your bitch, Master Larry. I just came in my uniform breeches. I just messed my uniform breeches, and that makes me your bitch, Master Larry." Gilbert moaned once or twice and then lay there on the bed, breathing deeply as the occasional shudder passed through his body.

"I'm your boy, Daddy! My ass is yours, Daddy! I want to be your good little boy, Daddy! Please hump my ass, whenever you want, Daddy!" Larry cried out a few moments later, his body suddenly became stiffened as all his muscles seem to lock up. He stayed that way for a about a minute, not saying another word. He looked like a statue posed over Gilbert's ass, braced and ready for action. Slowly his body relaxed and Larry's body collapsed down across Gilbert's ass, falling to the right of Gilbert's torso. Bent over as he now was over Gilbert's ass, , Larry's ass presented itself as a most delectable target. Albert had unwrapped his arms from about Larry's torso, when Albert had felt Larry collapse. Now Albert shoved his pants hard into the valley between Larry's uniform enshrouded butt cheeks, as he braced himself above Larry's bent over form.

Albert grunted several times as he humped Larry's ass for a good minute or so. "Oh God!" Albert cried out as he shot his load. What he lacked for in words he more than made up for in volume. (I half expected someone to be pounding on the door in the next few minutes complaining about the excessive noise. But then again this was Las Vegas, where they've heard it all before.) Albert collapsed next to Larry on Larry's right side, spent exhausted, and now resting, just like the other two.

So there they were, three sleeping beauties. Three still hypnotized police officers who had just shot their loads into the front of their uniform pants, piled up on each other, resting comfortably. There were a few loose ends to tie before I sent them on their way.

"Gentlemen, when you have recovered your strength please untangle yourselves from each other and report to me for further instructions," I said to them in a clear commanding voice.

"Yes, sir," Gilbert said speaking in a voice muffled by the pillow his head was resting on.

"Yes, sir" Larry said quietly.

"Yes sir" Albert said a few seconds later.

I decided to wait at least five minutes before ordering them to report to me. Five minutes should have been sufficient time for them to recover. While I was waiting, it was fun to gaze upon these three handsome cops lying next to each other, looking so innocent and vulnerable. Police officers are often seen as strong, powerful and commanding figures, so it was somewhat refreshing to see them in a different light. As they lay there on the bed, resting, they were just ordinary men, who happened to be in hypnotic trances. Well, good looking, hunky, sexy, ordinary men, under my complete control. And if you don't think that my heart was pounding, my blood was racing and my hormones were straining at the leash, then I have not accurately conveyed the scenario that I found myself dealing with. Any gay man who had an ounce less of self control than I, would have joined in the fun.

Suddenly I felt a big hand strongly grasp my left hand. I turned my head to the left and saw Andy standing next to me. I had been so focused on the stunning performance of the three policemen on the bed, that I had not noticed Andy moving about the room. Andy yanked on my hand and arm and spun me about. Before I realized it I was standing directly in front of Andy and he had wrapped those big tree trunks he called arms, about me. Andy pressed a pair of burning hot lips against mine. The passion and desire in the kiss he gave me caused my own desire for him to flame up. Let's just say my jeans suddenly felt very snug, especially in the front. Andy pressed his rock hard, in more ways than one, body against mine as he showed me, in no uncertain terms, exactly how he felt about me.