The Coffee Shop Pt. 05

"May I kiss your cock, sir?" Andy asked in a soft hesitant voice.

"Yes you may," I struggled to say.

Andy gulped once and bent forward, his pursed lips edging closer and closer to my eager cock. He placed a gentle soft yet firm kiss on the head of my cock. It was exquisite. A bolt of pure sweet pleasure crashed into my brain. It was all I could do to stand on my feet and let my body shudder with pleasure. I had never dreamed that a pair of soft lips touching my cock would feel like this. I wanted more. "God, I wish you'd give me a blow job," I blurted out, overcome by the feelings that continued to flood into my brain.

"Yes, Texas," Andy said quietly. Before the words could fully register in my mind, Andy had already engulfed my cock into his willing mouth. I experienced pleasure beyond words. Andy's tongue was playing with my cock in ways I had never dreamed were possible. Of course, I didn't have a lot of experience with oral sex, so all of this was very new and very surprising to me. I really didn't care about those details at the time, though. All I could do for the next few minutes was to moan with delight and try not to move around too much.

"Don't stop, Andy. Please don't stop," I begged. I didn't care anymore about role playing or who was in charge of whom, or if anyone was hypnotised or not. All I cared about was the great blow job Andy was giving me. It might have been my first blow job ever, and I was getting blown out of my mind.

Andy's only response was to nod his head up and now a few times, keeping my cock firmly in his mouth, while his tongue continued to dance all over every inch of my cock that was in that warm soft slippery when wet cavern that was Andy's mouth. In the back of my mind, popped in the crazy thought 'I wonder if he learned to do this at the RCMP training academy, as a part of public relations?' The continuous waves of pleasure pouring into my mind, soon washed that thought away.

Andy continued to pour his earnest attentions on to and all over my cock. I had long since shut my eyes, all the better to focus my attention on what Andy's marvellous mouth was doing to my cock. The occasional grunt from Andy suggested he was have as good a time as I was, even if he was doing most of the work. This continued on minute after delightful minute. I didn't want it to stop. Who would have wanted that? I could feel myself building towards a release. Dimly, in the back of my mind, I knew I had to tell Andy that I was going to cum soon. I didn't know if Andy wanted me to do that. My breathing was becoming ragged, shallow and quick. I was building to a climax, and I knew there was no way to stop it.


"I'm going to cum soon, boy," I said in between breaths. "Do you want me to shoot in your mouth, boy? Do you want to drink deep of my man juice?" Andy nodded his head several times. It might have been three or it might have been five. Frankly, I was somewhat too preoccupied to bother to count. The important fact was that he agreed to let me cum in his mouth. I was thankful he'd agreed as I wasn't sure at that point that I could have pulled myself out. Of course, the way I phrased the question wasn't exactly objective. I had used the words boy and man juice to play on Andy's desire to be my Daddy's boy, and make the idea more palatable to him. So it was a tiny little manipulation on my part. So sue me. I was deep in powerful erotic emotions, and my judgement was a bit off. There might be consequences later. I would deal with them then. Right now, there were more important things to deal with, such as moaning out loud and starting to thrust my cock deeper into Andy's mouth.

I cracked my eyes open. I looked down at Andy kneeling before me, he head bowed down slightly at my waist. I reached out with my hands and placed them firmly on the back of Andy's head. I pulled his head towards me while simultaneously thrusting forward with my hips. "Take it, boy. Take all of me into your willing mouth," I said to him. Andy bobbed his head in silent acknowledgement of my order. Silent except for a few grunts and moans that found their way out past my throbbing cock.

"Good boy. You're my good boy, Andy," I encourage him.

The next thing I knew, Andy had reached out and wrapped those big beefy, muscular arms of his about my legs, just behind my knees. He clamped them firmly about me, and pulled me closer to him. We were now firmly embraced. It would have taken a rescue squad from the fire department, armed with the "Jaws of Life" to get us apart now, and even then they would have had to tranquillize us first. In a few more moments I was rocking back and forth as I drove my cock deeper and deeper into Andy's willing mouth. Andy's tongue never let up for second. It continued its coaxing of my cock, leading me on to pleasures unknown.

The next few minutes were nothing but thrusting, grabbing, moaning, grunting and sweet waves of pleasure never ending. If this wasn't paradise, it was a damn close second. I felt myself building towards climatic release, and I did not fight the feeling. I didn't push it forward. I let it come at its own pace. Some things are better left not rushed.

Then it happened. I felt myself shoot into Andy's mouth. I screwed my eyes tight as orgasmic pleasure eclipsed everything else except the feeling of my cock finding its way deep in Andy's mouth and down his throat. I think I heard Andy gulp and swallow, but to be honest, I can't be sure. (Like I would be taking notes for comparison later? Get real!) I do know that I had never felt such a sweet release in my entire life before. Whatever Andy had done to my cock and made this experience beyond anything I had ever imagined in my wildest dreams.

The shooting was finished much too soon. My cock must have gotten a very good work out, though. It was deflating slowly but surely, as I started to withdraw it. Andy's embrace had not slackened for a second. If anything he was clinging to me even more tightly as my cock started to return to normal. Not even Andy's most earnest efforts could change that, though I have to give the man credit. His efforts were very earnest.


I opened my eyes and looked down at Andy as I pushed his head away from me gently but firmly. My tired penis emerged from Andy's mouth with Andy's tongue following close behind. Andy unwrapped his arms from about my legs. He sat back on his heels and looked up at me. The tender loving look on his face was like nothing I had ever seen from him before. I knew he loved me and cared for me, but this was something different. I looked at his face and studied it for a few seconds as I tried to figure out how it was different. Then I realized what it was. Andy was happy, blissfully happy. He looked extremely content to kneel there in front of me. He had the same look on his face as Martin, my devoted slave boy. I felt the icy touch of panic on my heart, as I wondered if somehow during our passionate climax my powers had reached out and done the same thing to Andy as I'd done to Martin. If that had happened, however unintentional, I would never be able to forgive myself. I said nothing, too afraid to speak.

Andy looked at me and slowly his expression change to one of concern as he read the fear on my face. "What's wrong, Texas? Did I hurt you?" He asked softly.

"No, you didn't hurt me. Are you okay?" I asked, getting my fear under control.

"Well, my mouth is a bit sore, and my legs are starting to fall asleep, but otherwise I'm fine," Andy said as he got up off of his knees. Andy shook his legs and walked about the room a few steps as he tried to get the blood flow in his legs back to normal. "What are you worried about, Texas?" He asked.

"For a minute there you had the same expression on your face like one of those guys I turned into my devoted slave boys. I was worried that somehow my powers had done that to you, too," I admitted to him. Andy knew all about what I had done to those men, and how it had upset me. He knew very well how much that episode had upset me.

"I'm still me. Still as stubborn as ever," Andy said with a smile. "I love you just as much as I ever have, even more perhaps. If those slave boys of yours always feel, like how I felt the past little while, I envy them."

"I am glad that you are still you, dear heart. I don't want you to be a mindless obedient slave boy. I want you, as you are," I said.

"You got me," And said as he walked back towards me. "This was a first for me, you know."

"Yes, I know. You told me long ago that you were a virgin. I am too, if you recall. Now though, neither of us are. "

"No, I didn't mean that," Andy said with a grin.

"What then?" I asked, puzzled.

"Tonight, I milked a cowboy," Andy said coyly, with just a hint of shyness.

"Indeed you did," I heartily agreed, grinning at him. "Moo."

Andy chuckled as he wrapped those big beefy arms of his about me. I never feel safer, than when I am in Andy's arms. He gave me a big squeeze and hung on for about a minute or so. When he let me go he was looking at me with that "I love you" look of his that always made me feel week in the knees. God, did I love that man! It wasn't necessary for either of us to say thank you. We had just consummated our relationship. It was only oral sex, but it was a start. I couldn't help but wonder though, if we were both ready for this, or if we simply let our emotions carry us away. Well, in my case, I knew that is exactly what had happened.

"No guilt feelings, Texas. I wanted this. I wanted you. For the first time, I wanted to take you into me," Andy said.


"Since when did you learn how to read minds?" I asked surprised. Andy had correctly guessed at the thoughts that were running through my head.

"I'm starting to get to know you, Texas," Andy said looking at me with such tenderness that I gulped. He was opening up even more to me tonight. It seemed the assault on me was having an unexpected benefit; we were drawing closer to each other. The silver lining in the cloud, I suppose. Andy's dad would not be pleased when he learned about this little development in our relationship. 'Well, screw him!' I thought to myself, and then shoved all thoughts of Andy's dad out of my mind.

"Did you think this was going to happen tonight, dear heart? You weren't really hypnotized, were you?" I asked as I looked into Andy's kind face.

"I didn't plan it, if that's what you're asking, "Andy answered. "You couldn't tell if I was hypnotized?" Andy asked me, looking pleased at the confusion on my face.

"I wasn't sure if you were just role playing, or if you actually went under, dear heart. Not that it really matters one way or the other. After all you can't be forced to do anything in hypnosis that you don't really want to do," I answered.

"No I wasn't under. I was just role playing. I enjoyed the way you turned the tables on me with that hypno cock of yours," Andy said with a chuckle.

"I liked it too. That was awesome. Can we do that again?"I asked hopefully. A sudden big yawn escaped from between my jaws, despite my best efforts to suppress it.

"Some other night. You're not up to it tonight. You just got out of the hospital. You need your rest," Andy said gently.

"Not even if Daddy says he wants you to do this, Boy?" I said in a stern voice.

"Not even for you, Daddy," Andy said firmly. "Your Boy loves you. You're not up to this, Daddy. You need to go to bed. Now." With that Andy bent forward and grabbed me in a fireman's carry. Before I knew it, Andy had me draped over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and was carrying me off to my bedroom. I opened my mouth to protest, but another big yawn overtook me. I surrendered to Andy. (Believe me, dear reader, there can be nothing sweeter in the world than surrendering to Andy.) I kept my mouth shut during the trip and looked down at Andy's beautiful bubble butt to pass the time.

"There you go," Andy said as he bent forward and dropped me carefully into my bed. "Now change into your bedclothes and I'll tuck you in."

"How can do you do that, if you're in the bed with me?" I asked him as I started unbuckling my belt.

"I was going to sleep in the spare room, so you could sleep in. I have to be up at 5 A.M. tomorrow," Andy said.

"You would deprive me of the chance to say good morning and see you off to work? That doesn't sound very loving," I said with a mock frown.

"Have it your way, you sexy thing, you," Andy grinned as he undid his belt buckle. "Just don't keep me up too late. I need my rest too."


"No worry of that," I said as I reached over and reset the alarm clock for 5 A.M. "I just want to fall asleep in your arms tonight, and dream about the fantastic blow job you gave me." I looked over at Andy at smiled at him.

"Not bad for a first time, eh?" Andy commented as he slipped his jeans off his hips and let the jeans fall to the floor in a heap. Andy reached up and pulled his red RCMP T-shirt off his manly torso. My eyes drank in the site of my dear heart standing in front of me like that, and I again realized how very lucky I was.

'Incredible would be a better word," I commented as I continued to look at Andy. "I'm so proud of you, boy. You opened yourself up to me. We are one step closer to each other."

"Thank you, Daddy," Andy said and then blushed.

I finished undressing until all that remained were my briefs. Andy was similarly attired. With a smile at each other we slipped under the bedcovers and snuggled up next to each other. I turned my head to the left and looked at Andy, whose head was turned to his right so he could look at me.

"Good night, Texas. Sweet dreams," Andy said and then kissed me tenderly on the lips.

"Good night, dear heart. Sweet dreams," I replied. I closed my eyes as a sudden wave of tiredness washed over me. Andy was right. I needed my rest. It had been a big day, in many ways.

Just as I felt myself slipping away into sleep, I felt Andy's hand clasp mine and give it a firm yet gentle squeeze. 'What a wonderful way to say I love you', I thought to myself. I cuddled up next to Andy, with me on the left side of the bed and him on the right.

The screams came about two and a half hours later.

At least that is what Andy told me. He was woken up by my screams. My recollection was somewhat different. I remember jerking upright in bed, sweat pouring off my shaking body, terror filling my mind, as I screamed out Andy's name at the top of my lungs. My chest was heaving as I tried to catch my breath. All I could think about, for the first few moments was the bone chilling terror that flooded my mind. A light came on the room, chasing away the darkness, but not the terror. Andy must have turned it on, because both of my arms were wrapped tightly about my body.

I turned to the left and plopped my feet on the bedroom carpet. Dimly I was aware of Andy touching my right shoulder with his left hand. I jerked away from him as if his touch was painful. It was an instinctive reaction. I was too confused to think straight. All I knew was that I was scared out of my mind, and the terror wasn't leaving. I stared at a spot on the wall as I tried to get myself under control. I fell back on my tried and true method of controlling my breathing. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. While I did this I felt Andy climb out of the bed from the other side. It was impossible not to be aware of the 230 odd pounds of Andy's body leaving the bed. Moments later he was kneeling down in front of me, looking up at me. He didn't say a word.

I was still looking at the spot on the wall, trying to master the terror that refused to leave my mind. Memories of my assault in the alley came flooding back, old memories and new ones. I shuddered and shivered some more, as I remembered more of what had happened to me that night. My breath became ragged and my body began shaking even more violently.

Andy jumped up and ran from the room. I was barely aware that he had left. What I was remembering was overwhelming me. I felt as if I was going to drown in the waves of gut wrenching fear that continued to poor into my mind. I blinked a few times and felt something heavy being draped about my shoulders. I pushed at it.

"Don't be silly. You're freezing," Andy said in a soothing voice. He forced the blanket about my shoulders and legs, tucking it securely about me. Andy sat down next to me on the bed. Carefully he placed his arms about me, pulled me close so I was pressed up firmly against his body and started to rock me back and forth, very slowly. His gripe was firm, secure and comforting. Slowly I felt my body relax. The warmth seemed to flow back into me, as the terror drained from my mind. But the memories remained. I turned and looked at Andy.

He reached up and brushed away the tears from my cheeks. Until then I had not been aware that I had been crying. I looked at him. I felt lost. If it had not been for his rocky presence, I would have run screaming from the room, lost in the terror of whatever it was that had overtaken me.

"Night terrors," Andy said in answer to my unasked question, as he continued to rock me. "The doctor told me that this might happen, Paul. You're remembering details about the beating you took. Your subconscious mind created nightmares from those memories, and that's what woke you up."

I nodded my head slightly. I was still trying to sort out the nightmares from the memories.

"What do you remember?" Andy asked softly.

I looked him in the eyes. "You don't want to know." I replied in a meek voice. What I remembered, I most definitely did not want to tell Andy.

"You need to tell someone. You should get it out of your system. Why not me?" Andy asked.

I said nothing. If I told him, I'd hurt him. And I didn't want to hurt him. I could feel something deep within me wanting to come to the surface. It wasn't that dark monster I keep chained up in the deep pit of my mind, but it was something that was most definitely not nice.

"I'm ready to hear anything you might have to tell me," Andy said trying to encourage me to talk.
"There's something about your beating, which you have to face. No one can do this for you. Just go back there now, one step at a time and tell me what you remember. I'm here for you Paul. I'll always be here for you." Andy looked at me, as he tried to encourage me to talk.

I mutely shook my head' no'. I couldn't tell him this. I wasn't sure exactly what it was myself, but I knew that it was very bad, and not something that he should hear.

"Paul, I made you that promise, and on my honour as an RCMP constable I intend to keep it," Andy said in that commanding tone of voice he used when he was on duty and dealing with something serious.

That did it. I knew that when Andy invoked his honour as an RCMP constable, he was making me a promise that only death could break. Andy's integrity was beyond question. He would never willingly leave me, now, no matter what I said. I took a deep shuddering breath and began to speak slowly.

"I remember lying on the floor of the alleyway. I remember the pain coursing through my body. I remember that gruff voice dripping with hatred as it spoke those words to me, telling me to keep away from you," I said in a slow hesitant voice. It seemed that each word had to be dragged, kicking and screaming from my throat and mouth. Just speaking the words was painful.

"Go on...." Andy said when I stopped speaking for about a minute.

"I remember lying there hurting, feeling helpless, exposed and powerless. My entire world was nothing but pain," I said slowly as I started talking again. "And I felt anger. I felt anger at the men who did that to me, and anger at you. I remember calling out your name, Andy. I remember calling for you, begging for your help. And you weren't there. You didn't come to help me. I remember being angry at you, and then the anger turned to hate. I hated you Andy for leaving me there to suffer in pain. I felt betrayed by you. I hated you so much. Even now, I think some small part of me hates you. It doesn't make any sense, but there it is." A sob cut off my words. I broke down and cried as the deeply buried emotions flowed out of me like lava from an erupting volcano. I cried out as another round of shuddering shook my body. I dropped my head in shame. Andy now knew what I had been hiding about the beating. Until this moment, I had not clearly remembered uttering those bitter words, but I knew deep in my soul that it was true. I had said them, and I had meant them. Andy was blameless, but still I blamed him for not being there. I blamed him for not protecting me. I knew how much those words would hurt him, but my need to speak them, to get them out was stronger than my compassion for Andy. I had failed him a second time. Me and my big mouth were about to cost me the love of my life, and there was nothing I could do about it.