The Coffee Shop Pt. 05

"I think that covers everything, wouldn't you agree Andy?" I asked, after walking over to stand next to Andy.

"Yes, it sounds like you have all the bases covered," Andy agreed. 'Although it seems to me that you're not making it easy for Gilbert, Larry and Albert to get together."

"You're correct. I am not making it easy for any of them. They have to decide if they want to spend the time, effort and money to get together so that Gilbert can be Albert's boy," I said. "If I make it too easy for Larry or Albert to contact and use Gilbert, they would be tempted to treat Gilbert as more of a toy and less of a human being."


"Hmmm....I hadn't thought of it like that," Andy said thoughtfully. "I see your point."

"I'm glad we agree, Andy. I'm going to wake them up now," I said.

Andy nodded his head silently, and walked over and whispered into my ear. I smiled as I realized he was correct.

"Gentlemen, I will now count from zero to five, where zero is this state or an even deeper state than this and five is the state where you are fully alert and back to yourself in every way. You will remember everything that happened tonight, including your individual triggers to re-enter your hypnotic trances. However, your triggers to return to your hypnotic trances will work only when I say them. When you awaken, you will not be able to physically assault myself or Andy now or any time in the future.," I said in a calm and firm tone of voice. (Adding that injunction to prevent physical assault has become almost second nature to me, ever since the problem I encountered after hypnotizing three homophobic cowboys and then waking them up. They were not pleased with me, to put it lightly.)

"One more thing, gentlemen. What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. You may discuss what happened here tonight amongst the three of you if you wish. However, you may not discuss it with anyone else," I smiled over at Andy as I spoke. He had suggested I use the 'what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas' bit. He was right, too. The last thing Andy or I wanted was any of these cops yapping about what had happened to them to anyone else. It could lead to more cops wanting to work with me, which would be a good thing, but it could also lead to a heap of trouble.

I paused for a seconds to let the instructions sink in before I continued. "Coming out now, gentlemen. Zero. Starting to come up. One. Coming up more and more. Two. Feeling the need to move and stretch. Three. Feeling the urge for oxygen, so you take several deep breaths. Four. Almost there now. Your eyes fluttering a bit. Five. Eyes open and wide awake. Wide awake!"

The three men raised their arms up letting out big yawns as they woke up from their trances. They blinked their eyes opens and looked about. For a few seconds they seemed bewildered and unsure of themselves, as if they were not sure what had happened to them, or why they were in the hotel room. The confusion passed quickly as the events of the evening rolled through their minds.

"I'm out of here," Gilbert declared as he headed towards the door. His face was slightly flushed, but with anger or embarrassment, I could not say. I can say with complete assurance that Gilbert's ass was a wonderful sight to behold as he walked away from us. Big, round, plump, and juicy, with a great big wallet bulge on the right side. I sighed with contentment. I was sorry to see that delightful derriere leave. I am committed to Andy, but I can still appreciate a good hunk of ass when I see it.

"After you kiss the toes of my boots, bitch," Larry said with a mischievous smile. Larry had remembered all of the night's events and he wanted to test out his control over Gilbert.

Gilbert stopped dead in his tracks, just short of the door. He turned around and walked over to stand in front of Larry. "Yes, sir," he snarled at Larry. Gilbert slowly lowered himself to his hands and knees. The look of anger on his face made it abundantly clear that he was doing this against his will. Quickly he lowered his head and kissed the top of Larry's right boot. A second later Gilbert planted a kiss on Larry's left boot. Gilbert looked up at Larry, as he stayed there on his hands and knees. (I was enjoying the sight of Gilbert's ass in those snug motorcycle uniform breeches. The way those breeches clung to every muscle in Gilbert' ass and thighs was a sight I'll not soon forget. It was most stimulating. (Okay, I admit it, dear reader. It made me freaking horny as hell. There? Satisfied?)

"Good boy. You like being my bitch, don't you boy?" Larry taunted Gilbert.

"In a pig's eye!" Gilbert growled. "I'm only doing this because of what he did to me!" Gilbert lifted up his right arm, turned his head and pointed his right arm at me. If looks could kill, I would have been knocked flat on the floor, stone dead.

"Still you're a good boy, and I like having you as my bitch," Larry said as he patted Gilbert's head approvingly.


"Take your creepy hands off me you...you...you..." Gilbert sputtered at Larry angrily, as he put his right hand back on the floor and turned his attention back to Larry.. "I ought to...to....to" he said as the words started to trickle off.

"To what, bitch? What do you think you ought to do, bitch?" Larry asked, amused at Gilbert's resistance to following Larry's instructions. Larry had started to run his hand over Gilbert's head, almost caressing it..

"I....I...I.." Gilbert muttered as he seemed to lose his focus. "I should be a good little bitch and do as I am told, Sir," A smile blossomed on Gilbert's face as he fell back into his submissive roll with Larry. He gazed up at Larry with a look of pleasure, and longing.

"Well, now that you've kissed my boots, you can get the hell out of here!" Larry barked at Gilbert. "Now get going!"

"Yes, sir," Gilbert said sadly as he slowly climbed to feet. He shot one long disappointed look at Larry, before turning around and heading for the hotel room door. I drank in the site of Gilbert's ass moving back and forth as he walked away from us. Gilbert was a handsome man and a major league stud muffin, but I already had Andy so I was content to just watch Gilbert leave. It was only when he closed the hotel room door after himself as he left, that I shifted my attention back to Larry and Albert. The two of them stood there silently watching Gilbert leave. As I stood there watching the two police officers, I couldn't help but wonder why Larry had been so mean to Gilbert. It wasn't any of my business, though. I knew that a few minutes after he left the room, Gilbert would revert back to his normal personality, so I wasn't concerned about him.

"I suppose the two of you should be leaving now," I said to Larry and Albert. "I think we are finished here." The tension in the room was starting to build up. There wasn't any point in dragging this out. It was best to have Larry and Albert leave.

"Yes, I suppose we are," Albert said to me coolly. Larry nodded his head silently.

"I hope you both feel somewhat better now. I think I managed to help Albert with his job stress," I said blandly. "If you ever wish for another session of stress reduction, you can contact me through Andy."

"Thank you, but I think that is highly unlikely," Albert replied in that same cool tone of voice. "I didn't come here this evening to be your cop toy, and Larry certainly didn't. I was right not to trust you. Good-bye." Larry nodded his head at me and then the two policemen quietly walked to the hotel room door, opened it and left.

I was mildly stunned at the abruptness of their departure. When I had closed the hotel room, I turned back to look at Andy. "Well, I guess that didn't work out as well as I had hoped," I said.

"Yes, it did have a bit of a surprise ending," Andy said.

"What do you mean?" I asked, not at all following his line of thought.

"It's not like you to leave the situation where all the guys you hypnotized are angry with you. Usually they are happy with you and themselves. I'd be surprised if any of those three cops ever want to see you again," Andy answered.

"You're right about that. Just goes to show you that I'm not all sugar and spice and everything nice. I have a mean side, and I'm not above using my powers to punish someone when I think they deserve it," I looked Andy dead in the eye, without blinking or flinching.

"But did you have the right to do that?" Andy asked. He was pushing the point for some reason.

"I think I did. In my opinion, I did what I thought was correct. I take it you don't agree with me? If that is so, why didn't you object earlier?" I asked. I kept my voice calm and cool. I was picking up hints though that we were headed for a fight.

"I don't agree completely with what you did, because they were police officers and I felt a kinship with them. At the same time, I too wished to see Gilbert get what was due him. So all in all I don't have a problem with what you did. Now that I think about it, there was that time with the three cowboys and their cum stained jeans. You made them go home dressed like that. They couldn't wash their jeans until they got home," Andy answered.

"Yeah, I have punished bad boys before, haven't I? Still, it would have been nice if those cops did want to come back for more fun," I said with a sigh of regret. .

"Don't let them get to you, Paul," Andy said with a smile. "They are just upset that you tapped into the submissive side of their natures. As you know cops are like the military, trained to follow orders. In case you were not aware of it, Texas, when you give orders, men listen."

"You sure know what to say to make me feel better, dear heart," I cooed at him. I walked over to Andy and draped my hands about his thick muscular neck. "I just realized that we never got around to dessert."


"Who needs room service?" Andy said flashing a smile at me, and jerking his head in the general direction of the bed.

I smiled back at him. "You're right. Who needs room service?" I ran over to the bed and jumped into it. I moved about for a bit and then rolled onto my right side, with my head resting on the pillow and look at him. I patted the bed and smiled at Andy. Andy smiled at me as he walked over to the bed and climbed into it. He lay down beside me and then rolled onto his left side so that he was looking directly at me. He reached out with his arm and ran his right index finger down the left cheek of my face. I was back in heaven again.

Eventually we shucked our clothes. We enjoyed the sensations of each other bodies, and pleasured each other. We talked about the new bond between us. To our unexpected delight, when we pleasured each other, we each felt the pleasure of the other. It seemed the bonding had some unexpected and most delightful aspects. I couldn't help but wonder what an orgasm would feel like. Would we each feel the pleasure of two orgasms? Now there was a subject that most definitely required further investigation and research. We spent the night in bed together, under the covers, asleep. I'll leave the rest to your imagination, dear reader. After all, I am a cowboy gentleman.


Chapter 9. Faked Out.

I didn't have any idea how much time passed while I was asleep. I did know that it was the strangest sleep that I had ever awoken from. Everything seemed to be moving in super slow motion. Imagine you were having a nice hot relaxing bath. Now imagine that you were so comfortable that the thought of moving your big toe seemed like too much effort. Now picture the water very slowly draining out of the bathtub. Instead of it taking five or ten minutes for the water to work its way down the drain, imagine that it takes five or six hours, and that the water stays nice and hot the whole time. If you can imagine all that, then you have an idea of how I felt as I slowly floated up from sleep to a state of consciousness. My body was still feeling heavy and warm. It was a great feeling so I didn't mind. Thinking still demanded a lot of effort, though. My mind seemed to be full of soft fluffy cotton. Since my eyelids seemed to be on strike; they would not open no matter how much I tried to open them; I decided to ignore them and see what my other fours senses could tell me.

Well, I was warm, and the room was quiet. I could not hear much of anything other than a faint beep every now and then. It was strangely familiar. I felt that I should know that sound, for some reason. Try as I might, I couldn't seem to recognize the beeping. My thoughts were still fuzzy, so I decided to ignore the beeping for now. Tasting something? Well that was out of the question. I didn't have the strength to open my mouth anyway. Touch? Well, other than the feeling of warm heaviness, there wasn't much information being provided by that sense. So, that left smell. I concentrated as well as I was able to and took in a few shallow breaths. The air was strange, strange and somehow familiar too. It took a few more shallow breaths before I finally identified the smell. It was a disinfectant of some kind. A hospital! That's what it smelled like. I was in a hospital of some kind, apparently. I took a deep breath as I prepare myself to struggle back to full consciousness. Big mistake.

The bolt of pain that came crashing into my brain as I tried to breathe deeply was as unexpected as it was intense. My eyes popped open with surprise, and my jaw fell open. I tried to scream with the agony that suddenly burned along the sides of my chest, but I couldn't make a sound. The pain kept me mute. I felt like there was a row of red hot knives stabbing into my sides of my body. My chest stopped moving, paralyzed by the pain. I didn't know why I hurt, I only knew that I was in agony. I held my breath as I silently begged for the pain to stop. For a few moments a war raged between my need to breath, and the desire to avoid the pain that breathing would foster on me. My need for oxygen won. I exhaled shuddering with the waves of searing pain that flooding into my sides. I took a small shallow breath, and exhaled again. Slowly the red hot knives in my side faded away, as the pain diminished. I continued to take small quick breaths. Breathing was possible, but only if I didn't exert myself.


I blinked my eyes several times as the room slowly swam in focus. The pain has been so intense that I couldn't see past it. Now though, I was able to move my eyes about and see where I was. It looked like a hospital room. I was in a hospital bed, in a room with white walls, a single window to my right and what looked to be a second hospital bed to my left. There was a small table off to my right with a light blue plastic pitcher, which most likely contained water. My throat suddenly burned with thirst. I moved my head side to side to see if anyone was in the room. It was empty, except for the second bed next to me which appeared to be occupied. I could not determine anything about the occupant, other than he or she was fast asleep under the sheets and snoring in a most determined manner.

I needed a drink of water, and I needed help to get it. I knew that there had to be a call button somewhere nearby. I moved my right arm and hand to search around for the call button. At first my arm did not respond, but slowly I felt my arm and hand move about. I concentrated and willed my hand to find that call button and press it. Finally after what seemed like hours I felt the hard round button under the index finger of my right hand. I pulled the call button towards me, and when the button was under my right thumb, I pressed down with all my might. Twice. I lay back and let the beads of sweat on my brow slowly run down my face as I waited for someone to come into to room. I closed my eyes and listened, silently praying that they would arrive soon.

Finally, after what seemed liked years, a strange voice cut through the oppressive silence of the room. "How may I help you?" asked the unidentified voice. The tone was low and soft with a soothing quality.

"Water, please," I croaked.

"Here. Slowly sip on this straw," replied the voice after a few moments of silence.

I felt something round being pushed between my lips. Carefully I sipped. Ice cold water burst into my mouth. I swallowed. I never knew that ice cold water could taste so good. Some part of my mind made the irrelevant observation that now I knew what the expressing, 'like water to a man dying of thirst' meant. It took me some time but I sipped on that straw until I started to suck air through it.

"More water?" asked the voice.

"No, thank you. I think I'm okay for now," I answered as I felt sleep overtake me.

"That's good. Go back to sleep. You need your rest," the voice replied.

'Yeah, like I have a choice,' I thought fuzzily as I drifted off. Sleep was a lot more desirable right now than staying awake. I could have sworn I heard someone in the room snoring as sleep overtook me. I dismissed the thought as soon as it crept into my mind. Right now sleep was a priority.

Of course I have no idea how long it was before I woke up again. An unconscious person has no sense of the passage of time. I guessed that it was most likely several hours or even a day later when I struggled my way back to fully consciousness. It was my thirst that awakened me. This time, waking up wasn't as much of a battle as last time. I was able to find the call button with less effort. My right arm and hand felt stronger. I pressed the button and waited for the nurse to arrive.

"Good morning, Mr. Walton. How are you feeling today? How may I help you?" Asked an unfamiliar male voice.

"Some water would be nice," I croaked in a raspy voice. My throat felt raw and sore.


"Here you are. Please sip this slowly," Instructed the voice, after a few moments of silence.

I closed my mouth around the expected straw. I complied and sipped the cold water. The voice was correct. Sipping the water seemed easier than trying to suck it all down as quickly as possible. A few minutes later I opened my mouth and relaxed. Cautiously I tried to take a deep breath, but when the first bolt of pain plunged into my brain, I quickly abandoned that idea.

"Please try to take shallow breaths Mr. Walton," advised the voice. "You have been injured."

'Good advice, if a bit late,' I thought to myself.

"Could you open your eyes, please?" asked the voice.

I concentrated and willed my eyelids to open. It was a Herculean fight, but I won. My eyelids opened. I blinked a few times, and slowly the room swam back into focus. I looked off to the left in the general direction of that male voice. A most pleasant vision greeted me. The face I gazed upon appeared to be somewhere in the early thirties. The face was strong with a hint of gentleness about it. Deep brown eyes behind clear glasses in a black metal wire frame gazed back at me. The nose that these glasses were perched upon was strong, and in proper proportion to the rest of this handsome face. A slightly bushy brown moustache overflowed the upper lip, leaving only the bottom full lip visible. The cheeks were clean shaven and the sideburns neatly trimmed. Crowning the top and side of the head was a chestnut brown collection of short curly hair. Yes, a most handsome and delightful face to look at, especially when one is waking up in a hospital.

"I am glad to see that you are awake now. We were becoming concerned," said the unidentified voice.

"And you are?" I asked pointedly.

"My name is Doctor Smith, Doctor John Smith," replied the voice

Even in my weakened state I managed to raise one eyebrow in disbelief.

"My name really is John Smith, Mr. Walton," replied the doctor as he grinned back at me, responding to the unspoken joke.