The Coffee Shop Pt. 05

"Am I your bitch now?" Andy asked again. He looked at me, as calm as ever. Except, that deep in the back of those sexy doe brown eyes of his, I could see a shadow of concern peeping out. Something was worrying him. I'd been too caught up in my own aches and pains to notice that something was troubling Andy.

"Why are you asking me such a question, Andy?" I asked him, not bothering to even try to hide the puzzlement in my voice.

"Did you forget all about our time in Las Vegas? You humped my ass, or don't you remember?" Andy said with one eyebrow raised.

"I do recall that event, now that you mention it," I said with a smile "You didn't seem to mind at the time. Why does that concern you?"

"Well you figuratively humped my ass. Doesn't that make me your bitch as it were? Doesn't that mean I take on the submissive bottom, the female role in this relationship? " Andy asked, the confusion clear on his face. "I'm a man, and I'm proud of being a man. I like being powerful and in control. Knowing that you can turn me around and make me weak and helpless with just a few words, worries me. I thought it was fun at first, but now I'm not so sure. I am sure that I don't want your cock up my ass now, or any time in the foreseeable future. Paul, I think we have a serious problem here." Andy's voice was filled with worry.

"Before you go off half cocked," I said with a warm grin. Andy shot me a 'bad pun' look, but didn't say anything. "Let's talk this out. I know that you're kind of new at gay relationships, and frankly so am I. I don't claim to have all the answers, but I do have a few opinions that I want to share with you." Andy had picked a hell of a time to bring this subject up for discussion. There wasn't much chance that I could just walk away from him if I did not want to talk about it. He was one smart man. He knew we needed to talk about it, and he had arranged matters so that we would have to deal with it.

"Okay, but no hypnosis," Andy said, the warning tone in his voice very clear.

"My powers don't work on you, Andy. You know that. You also know I would never hypnotize you against your will, or to try to get you to do something that you didn't want to do. I made you that promise when we 'got married'. I've kept it," I said to him, keeping my voice calm. I was a bit miffed that Andy thought I might try to use hypnosis to trick him. I realized a few seconds later that Andy was really worried about my humping his ass back in Las Vegas. That submissive act, on his part, had shaken his self image.

"Yes you have. I don't want you trying anything funny, because this is serious to me," Andy said.

"Okay, dear heart. Let's talk. I won't try making any more jokes. You're worried that my dry humping your ass, has somehow changed our relationship, and you're not sure if you like the change. Does that about sum it up?" I asked him.

"Yes. I don't know where this relationship is going. I think we have to figure that out, for ourselves," Andy said. The worry in his voice had faded somewhat, but it was still there.


"To begin with, I would never use the term 'bitch' to describe you. The term is derogatory. Men use that term to describe women in a less than flattering manner. Gay men use that term to describe bottoms whom are very submissive and dominated by the top, often to the point where the top inflicts abuse on the bottom. We don't have that type of relationship, dear heart. I like to be in control and be the top. I also like to hypnotize you because that is an erotic turn on for me. I like the idea of being able to control a big strong powerful man like you, and the fact that you are an RCMP constable is the six foot icing on the cake."

"And that is exactly the problem, Paul," Andy interrupted me. "Being turned into your boy toy, as it were, isn't right. It doesn't feel right. It doesn't sound right. It's not how I was raised."

"You were raised as though you were straight, Andy. How could anyone expect you to understand the roles of tops and bottoms in a gay relationship? I know the theory of those roles, but practical experience is another matter. I'm learning as we go along, just like you," I replied.

"So how do you know that what you know is right?" Andy asked.

"I don't. I only know what seems right to me and what seems right to you. We try different things, different roles. We see how they fit and work it out together. I do know that you care about me, just as I care about you. I think you're committed to this relationship and to me. Or am I wrong?" I asked.

"I was up until our trip to Las Vegas. Now, I'm not so sure," Andy answered.

That wasn't the answer I had hoped for. I decided to continue describing our relationship to Andy, at least from my perspective.

"I see you as the 'man' in this relationship. You are strong powerful, and you like to take charge and fix problems when you find them. You are also manly enough to show me how much you need me and want me. You let me see that for all the strength you possess, you are gentle kind and you have needs of your own. You enjoy it when I take care of your needs, be that cuddling you, kissing you or just giving you a neck rub after a difficult day. It seems natural for you to let me lead when it comes to our sexual relationship. You are the classic bottom."

"No don't say anything just yet, dear heart," I said to Andy as I saw his mouth open while he took in a breath. "The fact that you let me dry hump your ass, does not mean that you are a 'bottom boy' and less of a man. It means that you trust me and want to please me. I did not push you to take off your uniform pants. I took only what you offered. Yes, at first you were not sure about it, but then you enjoyed it. If that frightens you, then my beloved Andy, you will have to decide if you ever wish to do that with me again. I will never push you into anything that you are not ready to do. Love comes from the giving, not the taking. You taught me that, dear heart."

"I've never let a man give me a blow job. Maybe someday, I'll let you do that, if you want to try it. But as in all things, the choice is yours and mine. We do things together, or not at all."

I took a breath and then continued. "I see myself as the woman in this relationship. I'm much more emotional than you are." Andy smiled gently at me, and nodded his head in agreement. "You're the classic stoic man, and I'm the emotional woman. I'm physically weaker than you are, and I think you enjoy the idea of doing things for me, and helping me. I think it is your way to show how much you care for me, just as you did tonight in giving me a bath. In a heterosexual relationship, the woman has the power because women are more complex emotionally. A man doesn't want much from his woman, other than her respect love, trust, and the knowledge that he is her man, as much as she is his woman. When a woman gives that to a man, when she shows him that, he will do nearly anything for her, if it makes her happy."


"Think about it, dear heart. Have I shown you that you're my man?" I asked Andy.

"Yes, I guess you have. But this ass humping, I don't know...." Andy said doubt still in his voice.

"Then we won't' do it again, unless or until you want to, "I told him. "I thought doing something new and different would be exciting for you, and keep our relationship interesting. You were not ready for that, and you did it only because you wanted to please me. That was kind of you. I apologize for pushing you."

"Apology accepted but unnecessary," Andy said after a few moments of silence. "You're right. I did enjoy it. I thought my enjoyment of the experience made me appear weak and less of a man. Deep down I did enjoy the weight of your body on top of me pressing my body down, and making me feel controlled by you. But that's not how I was raised. Men aren't supposed to be weak. They are supposed to take charge in the bedroom. "

"Well, as you are discovering Andy, the standard rules don't apply in gay relationships," I said with a grin.

"Non standard? Yeah that's us," Andy agreed. "Maybe when I've had some time to think about this a bit more, and you've healed up, we can try another round of hump the cop's ass."

"Oh, now there's something to look forward to," I said with a coy grin.

"Down boy. You're not well enough for that, and I'm not ready. At least not just yet," Andy smiled back.

"What are you ready for tonight, dear heart?" I asked coyly.

"This," Andy as he stood up and slipped his white cotton briefs off of his body. He stepped into the tub and carefully pulled the shower curtain around the inside of the tub. "Oh...that's hot" he muttered as he bent over and pulled the plug out of the bathtub. I did see a wonderful profile of that handsome body of his, and his beautiful butt during the all too brief time he bent over. He stood back up, turned and faced me. He bent down grabbed each of my hands with his, and clamped on with a firm grip. One powerful tug later I was standing on my feet in front of Andy. I decided to keep my mouth shut and see what my wonderful RCMP constable had in mind.

I was not disappointed. Andy had the water running and the shower going in less than a minute. He moved next to me and wrapped his many muscular arms about my torso as the hot water cascaded down upon us.

"You like it when your 'man' takes charge?" Andy asked me as we embraced. His hot slippery body was pressed up against me.

"Heaven, round two, here we come!" I said softly as I kissed the nape of his neck.

"I'm a man, not a boy," Andy said as he pushed against me. "Don't ever think of me as a boy." I could feel his penis start to stir.


"Yes, you're a man, Andy. You're my man. No doubt about that," I agreed. I pushed my body back at Andy. Now my cock was starting to get hard. "So what or who am I to you then, Andy?" I asked him, curious to find out how Andy viewed me.

"You're someone I can and do respect. You're the man that I love. I often see a strength and power in you that leaves me breathless. It sometimes feels like you're a lot more than you are, as if you are a man's man, and yet there is gentleness, a caring about you that seems to make you even stronger."

"What word would best describe or define what you mean, Andy?" I asked him as I ran my hands up and over his back, slowly, so slowly.

"Not sir." Andy said with a kiss. I kissed him back but said nothing.

"Not master. I don't think I could ever really see you being a master over me. A master has to be big and imposing and you're not." Andy said with a soft moan as he pushed his body against mine yet again. I licked his nipples and then sucked on the right one for a minute or so. Andy moaned. I slurped. (Not much for conversation but we were making progress, I think.) I lifted my face away from his chest and looked up at him. He looked so handsome, sexy, studly, and hunky it seemed too good to be true.

"Do you know how I feel and what I think about you, dear heart?" I asked moving my hands over his body. The stirring in our penises had tapered off. We were both aroused but not inflamed, which was just as well. I didn't have the strength to make wild passionate love to Andy. All I wanted to do was to hold and caress him while the hot water played over our slippery bodies.

"Do you know how proud I am of you, for who you are and what you do? Do you know how happy I feel knowing that you're my man? You are a man who knows his own mind, who knows what he wants. For all of that, you have the courage to show me that there are times when you need to feel protected by me. You allow me to take care of you, dear heart, and that is a truly wondrous gift." I hugged Andy and kissed his chest a few times. I looked back up at him and his head had dropped down, as if he was looking at the bottom of the bathtub.

"Daddy," Andy whispered so softly that I wasn't sure I heard him.

"What was that dear heart?" I asked.

"Daddy," Andy muttered just a bit stronger.

"Is that what you want to call me, Andy?" I asked softly. Andy already had a father who was alive and well. For him to want to call me 'Daddy' was unusual.

"Yes, sir. Please, let me call you Daddy. Please let me be your Daddy's boy," Andy asked in a near whimper.

I gulped once or twice as the implication of Andy's request hit me smack between the eyes. He was telling me that he wanted to be submissive with me. More specifically, he wanted us to start a Daddy/Son relationship where I was the 'Daddy' and he was the 'Son'. It wasn't a Master/Slave relationship, but something infinitely more loving.


"Go ahead, Andy. Be my boy. Become my good Daddy's boy and let go," I told him as I wrapped my arms about his torso. "Just melt away into my arms and become my good boy, Andy. Become my Daddy's boy."

Andy lifted his head and looked at me, a warm delightful smile breaking out on his face, "Yes, Daddy," he said, as he wrapped his arms about my torso and held me close to him. "I'm your good boy, Daddy."

"Yes. Yes, you are, Andy. You're my good boy. Daddy loves you," I told him. It seemed to be what he needed to hear.

Andy just smiled, nodded his head a couple of times and closed his eyes. He seemed content to hold me under that stream of hot water, until the end of time. I was just as content to do the same. We stayed there until the hot water ran out. Only then did we turn off the water and step out of the bathtub.

Andy wrapped a towel about his waist and grabbed a second towel. "Let me dry you off, Daddy," he said to me.

"Okay, boy," I told him.

Andy smiled at me as he knelt down in front of me and started to towel off my legs. I stood there quietly. There wasn't anything to say. Andy was very good at towelling me dry. When he had finished my legs and lower body he go up off his knees and looked at me as he whipped the towel about my torso. I studied his face and noticed the glazed distant look in his eyes.

"Stop, boy," I barked at him.

"Daddy?" he asked confused.

"You're back in trance aren't you, boy?" I asked him.

"I don't know, Daddy. I feel good and mellow, though," Andy answered looking at me, still confused.

"When I told you to melt into my arm, and be my good boy, what happened to you?" I asked him.

"I felt myself letting go. I remembered what it was like back in Las Vegas, and I found myself feeling that way again, Daddy," Andy answered in a dreamy voice.

"You're back in hypnosis for sure," I said with a chuckle. "You put yourself under when I agreed to be your Daddy. Feels really good, doesn't it boy?"

"Yes, Daddy," Andy agreed looking down at me.

'Wake up now and finish drying me off, boy," I told him. As much as I would have enjoyed leaving Andy in his self induced trance, we had things to talk about.

Andy jerked his body and blinked his eyes as he snapped out of his trance. "What? Where?" he asked as he came back from his dreamy state and into harsh reality. "You put me under again, didn't you? I thought we agreed no hypnosis." Andy looked at me sternly.

"I didn't put you into a trance. You did that yourself, dear heart," I told him. "Think back a bit."


"Gee. I did that? To myself?" Andy asked as he replayed the memories in his mind. "But why would I do that?" He asked me, puzzled.

"A very good question. Once we're both dried off and dressed, we should sit down and talk about it," I told him.

"Yeah, okay," Andy agreed. He smiled at me with a half smile, still unsure of what had just happened to him. He picked up the towel that he'd dropped when he snapped out of his trance and continued to dry me off. After about ten minutes, I was completely dry as was Andy. I headed off to my bedroom to get dressed, leaving Andy to clean up the bathroom. He seemed okay with that.

I slipped on some socks, some underwear, Wrangler t-shirt, a green plaid cowboy shirt and a pair of comfortable green Wrangler jeans. I headed off to the living room. When I arrived I sat down on the sofa and waited for Andy. I didn't have long to wait. He arrived a few seconds after I had made myself comfortable. He did not sit down next to me, as I had expected. Rather, he sat down in the swivel rocker next to the sofa. Andy had changed back into his red RCMP t-shirt and dark blue jeans.

"So what's the story with you wanting to call me 'Daddy' and be my 'Daddy's boy'?" I asked him bluntly. "Think carefully before you answer, Andy."

Andy looked at me as he thought quietly for a minute or so. "My dad and I don't agree on a lot of things. He thinks I could be doing better in my RCMP career, and I could move up the ladder if I really put my mind to it. I happy where I am now, doing what I do," Andy answered..

"I don't know you father very well," I said.. (Okay, so that was a very big somewhat less than white lie. I certainly wasn't about to tell Andy what I did know about his father.) "I don't know your relationship with your father. Do you think your relationship with your father has some bearing on our relationship?" I knew I was lighting the fuse on a powder keg, but we had to get this out in the open.

"Yeah. Dad thinks my coming out was a bad idea. He says my gay lifestyle will only hinder my RCMP career and he wants better for me," Andy answered quietly. I could see the hurt in his eyes as he said this to me. It was unkind, to say the least, of his father to have such an opinion. What I was about to say to Andy was going to be even more unkind.

"Well, there's the door. Don't let it hit you in the ass, on the way out," I told him, calmly. The coldness in my voice was unmistakeable.

"What? You want me to leave?" Andy asked, puzzled and looking hurt.

"What I want is immaterial. What you have to do is to make a choice. Which is more important to you, your RCMP career or your relationship with me? You can't have both, apparently."

"What do you mean by that?" Andy asked catching on that there was something I wasn't telling him.

"I know why I was beat up. I remember the message those thugs gave me, before I passed out. Someone wants me to leave you alone. Someone wants to break us up. If you decide you want to continue our relationship, we could both be at risk," I said to him.

"You mean my dad.." Andy started to say but I cut him off.


"I don't mean anything of the kind. I have no idea who those thugs were, or who might have sent them. I find it hard to believe that your father would even consider something along those lines. I'm even more surprised that you would jump to such a conclusion. There is no proof, not even a hint of any proof, that could lead to such conjecture. For all we know this could have been another machination from the Council of Coins. The question is still, are you prepared to accept the risk of keeping this relationship going?" I asked him. From the expression on his face, I was sure I had successfully diverted Andy's suspicions from his father to the Council of Coins. (Okay, so I told something a lot bigger and darker than a 'little white lie'. Do you blame me, dear reader? Wouldn't you have done the same thing if you were in such a situation? Can you think of one good reason for telling Andy the truth? Can you tell me what possible benefit there would be for Andy to find out that his father was responsible for putting Andy's partner in the hospital? I didn't have an answer to those questions. Do you, dear reader? In any case, I had made my choice not to tell Andy what I knew. I had no hard evidence to back up my acquired knowledge. I had no way to prove to Andy, that what I knew to be the truth was factual. It boiled down to my word against Andy's father's word. I did not want to put Andy in the situation where he might have to choose which of us to believe. This was one of those situations, where it was best to let sleeping dogs lie.)