The Coffee Shop Pt. 05

"Okay, I'm ready, but no funny business," Wyatt reminded me, as if the past few minutes had never happened. Indeed, for him they had not. He looked at me sternly, as if he suspected I was up to something. It took all my self control for me not to roll my eyes at him in mirth. This sexy cowboy had no idea that he'd just fallen into hypnosis very easily and quickly. He was a natural hypnosis subject. He would have been an excellent stage show hypnosis subject. That would have to remain my little secret. (Okay, our little secret, dear reader. Promise me you won't tell Wyatt about this.)

The man wasn't very trusting. If it were not for my super hypnosis abilities, hypnotizing Wyatt might have been darn near impossible because Wyatt would have fought hard with every suggestion given to him. The mental commands I gave Wyatt earlier, allowed his natural abilities as a good hypnosis subject to be unleashed, as it were. I continued with the induction, now that all the roadblocks were out of the way. "The key to learning how to relax your body and to calm your mind, when you are feeling stressed, Wyatt, is to become aware of your breathing. You need to focus your eyes on something, such as a point on the far distance wall, so that you can start to concentrate your attention on your breathing. It's not difficult. Just pick something, anything, to look at. You can look at one of your boots if you like. Anything will do, as long as you can keep your attention focussed on it. When you're set with that, just nod you head once or say 'okay' or 'yes' or whatever word feels natural to you."

"Yeah, okay, I got something to look at," Wyatt said. He was looking over my right shoulder at something on the distant wall. I'd find out what it was later, when he was returned to his deeply hypnotized state.

He was continuing to be stubborn and resisting my suggestions as much as he could, while technically cooperating with me. I had a pretty good idea what was behind this action on his part. By technically cooperating with me, he could truthfully tell Mister Carson later on, that he had tried hypnosis with me, but it hadn't worked. On some other hypnotist this ploy would have worked, but thanks to the commands I'd planted into his mind, he was starting down a one way street without any exits.

"Good, very good," I told him. "Breathing is an automatic function of the body. We do it without thinking about it, most of the time. So most people give no thought or attention to the simple mechanics of breathing. Of taking in a deep breath, holding it for a moment of time, and then letting it out in a long slow deep sigh. I'd like you to take a couple of long slow deep breaths now and focus all your attention on feeling the air fill your lungs, on feeling your chest expand, and feeling your belly bulge out as you fill your lungs completely. Don't think about hypnosis or anything else. Think only about what is involved in breathing. There is nothing else that is important to you, right now. Just listen to what I am saying to you. Let the meaning of my words flow into your mind. All that you have to do is think about breathing, the simple process of breathing."

"Okay," Wyatt said as he nodded his head a few seconds after I finished speaking. He kept looking over my shoulder at whatever it was that he had decided to focus on. His attention was firmly focussed on the far wall. He seemed to be determined to ignore me as much as possible. He didn't know it but, he was playing right into my hands. I wanted him to ignore me completely, except for my voice. The more he concentrated on something, anything other than me, the more he was opening his mind to being hypnotized, because he was listening to, accepting, and carrying out my suggestions. Once I got him used to doing as he was told, the easier it was going to become. Of course the super hypnotic compulsion he had been given earlier, to follow my instructions was a big help.


I was pleased that he was following my instructions, even though his heart wasn't in it. The resigned expression he wore on his face was proof that he was holding back his efforts. At least the sneer on his lips was gone. I had found that expression annoying which no doubt was why Wyatt had chosen to use it. He was doing everything he could to sabotage my efforts. Little did he realize that he was already being controlled by me. Being subtle was the key when working with Wyatt. Well, that, and dollop of deception. Maybe it was a smidgen unethical on my part, my not telling him that I was using my super hypnosis powers on him. I had done that in the past, many times. I could not have discussed it with Wyatt beforehand. How would I have explained something like that to Wyatt, or any one of my other subjects? What good would it have done anyway? Come to think of it, the rules laid down by the Council of Coins forbid me to discuss my abilities with anyone who was not gifted, unless I removed all such knowledge afterwards. Therefore, there was no point in mentioning it in the first place. I realized this whole argument was a moot point. I sighed softly to myself and decided to get back to the business at hand.

"Good, Wyatt," I encouraged him. "Just listen to me as I talk, and continue to focus on your breathing. Soon and very soon indeed, you'll discover to your delight, that focussing on your breathing, is actually a pleasant experience. Most people are surprised that focussing on such a simple thing as their breathing, can cause their mind to become clear and calm. When you feel that happen just nod your head, or say eyes, or whatever is easiest for you." I paused for a few seconds to see if Wyatt would respond. "Feel free to respond, even if I am still talking."

Wyatt didn't respond, so I continued. "Breathing, as I said, is a natural and normal function of the human body."

"Yes," Wyatt said softly, almost as if he didn't want me to hear him. I wasn't sure if he was agreeing with the statement I had just made, or with my earlier comments about Wyatt's mind becoming clear and calm. It didn't really matter in the long run. He was going down, even if he didn't realize it.

"So go with the flow, Wyatt, and you'll discover that the process of breathing is in itself, relaxing and soothing. When you focus your mind and your attention on something as simple as your breathing, you are able to do amazing things, which will both surprise and please you. When you feel your mind becoming calm and clear, just let me know by saying 'yes' or nodding your head the instant that you feel it happen." Wyatt nodded his head a couple of times as soon as I finished speaking those words. The man was flip flopping between saying yes, or nodding his head. He was still trying to fight my suggestions as he heard them. I found it amusing that he was both accepting the suggestions and trying to fight them at the same time. Wyatt was a refreshing challenge. Having him just drop into hypnosis quickly as he had done earlier, wasn't nearly as satisfying to me as trying to reel in this cowboy and land him. Even if I knew the outcome was inevitable, it was still a thrill for me to wrestle this cowboy to the ground and hog tie him into hypnosis. (Okay, so my metaphors are getting a bit strange. It's a risk you take, dear reader, when you read these stories of mine.)

"And as your focus becomes stronger, your mind becomes both clearer, and calmer, and when you mind becomes both clearer and calmer, your focus becomes even stronger," I told him as I continued the induction. Wyatt nodded his head a couple of times as I spoke. "All the other thoughts in your mind seem to fade away in to the background of your mind, as your attention focuses only on my words and their meaning. Soon it becomes easier and easier to do that, to just go along with the smooth steady stream and follow the flow of my thoughts and words as they enter your mind and help you to go deeper and deeper into relaxation and peace and quiet. You're heading down into a deep and special place in your mind where you can let go completely, where you can be safe and secure and let go as much as you want."

"Yes, deeper," Wyatt said a few seconds later, and he nodded his head a couple of times. His eyes were still open and focussed on that distant stop on the far wall. He blinked a few times as he continued to stare at the far wall.


'Excellent,' I thought to myself. "You're doing just fine, Wyatt. It feels good to go deeper doesn't it?" I asked him.

"Yes, deeper," Wyatt responded almost immediately. He nodded his head once, and kept his attention centred on the fall wall.

"Deeper and deeper with each word that I utter and with each breath that you take, Wyatt," I encouraged him. "Deeper into relaxation. Deeper into peace and quiet. Deeper into hypnosis."

"Yes," Wyatt replied instantly. "Deeper into hypnosis?" He said with a quiver in his voice. He let out a sigh a few seconds later, and a smile briefly touched his lips. "Yes, deeper into hypnosis." he said while nodding his head.

I smiled to myself. This cowboy was definitely lassoed. Time to pull him down to the ground and hog tie him. Well, not literally, as I didn't know how to do that. "Deeper and deeper. Drifting down, and becoming more relaxed with each word that I utter and with each breath that you take. Just let your body become as relaxed as your mind is calm, Wyatt. You'll find that soon and very soon indeed, you'll become more relaxed and comfortable, the more you listen to my words. And that with each passing moment, it just becomes easier and easier, Wyatt."

"Deeper. Easier. Yes," Wyatt replied a few seconds later. He blinked his eyes several times as if he was having trouble focussing them or keeping them open.

(Now, dear reader, do NOT try this at home. It might seem simple enough, but remember. I'm a professional. Okay. I'm not a professional, but heed my words. If you don't have super hypnosis powers like I do, and you try this with some cute cowboy, or any cute guy, you are likely to undergo a most unpleasant experience. In other words, you'll have the crap beaten out of you. Don't say I didn't warn you. Now, with that injunction firmly in mind, back to our story.)

"Eyelids fluttering as you become more and more relaxed. It seems the harder you try to keep your eyes open and focussed, the more effort it takes, as you feel yourself drifting down deeper into a state of profound relaxation. You body feels so relaxed right now. It's as if your muscles have becomes loose rubber bands, and your body is sinking into the bed that you are sitting on," I said reinforcing the physical reactions Wyatt was experiencing. "Loose and limp, your body just letting go, as your mind lets go of all the cares, concerns and troubles that you've been carrying around for the past few days." Wyatt's body was starting to slump forward as the suggestions of physical relaxation took hold. Oh, how I loved to see that happen. It brought a thrill to me, and yes, my cock started to stir in a most delightful manner.

"More relaxed and more comfortable with each word that I utter and with each breath that you take. You know that no matter how relaxed and comfortable you might feel, there is no way for you to slip slide or fall off of the bed you are sitting on. Each muscle is feeling more loose and relaxed than it did a few moments ago." Wyatt's eyes were blinking frequently now, and I could see that he was having trouble keeping his eyes open.


"With each blink it becomes harder and harder for you to keep your eyes open, because your eyelids like, the rest of your body are so relaxed now. Soon and very soon indeed, you'll find yourself keeping your eyes closed for just a second or two, when you blink. And each time you open your eyes, it just gets harder and harder to open them, You don't care, though, because each time you close your eyes, you can feel yourself going deeper into hypnosis. Your body becoming more relaxed, and your mind emptying of everything except the desire, the need to go deeper. Soon you won't be able to keep your eyes open any longer no matter how hard you try to open them. And when that happens, your eyes will remain closed, and your head will drop to your chest. A few seconds after that your upper body will drop forward, as you bend at the waist, until your head is resting comfortably dangling between your knees with your arms limply hanging down in front of you. You might even feel your fingertips brush the cool hard wood of the bunkhouse floor."

"So deep," Wyatt said as he responded to my words. He was blinking his eyes even more frequently as I spoke. I could see his head dipping slightly as he struggled to keep his eyes open. I smiled to myself as I enjoyed the losing battle that Wyatt was fighting. Seeing a subject slowly surrender to my hypnotic induction is one of great pleasures I derive from hypnotizing guys. The stronger the fight they put up, the more fun it is for me. (In most circumstances, that is true. It's better that I not go into the details when a quick induction is desired.)

"That's good. You're doing fine. Just go with the flow. Just let it happen. You know you want to," I encouraged him as I watched Wyatt struggle to keep his eyes open and his head raised up. His body was starting to lean forward. It wouldn't be long now before he fell into hypnosis. My breathing quicken as the excitement started to course through me. I never ceased to be aroused by the sight of a guy slowly melting into hypnosis. Wyatt was going to be feeling very happy in a few more moments. I was already feeling that way.

"No, don't want to," Wyatt said a few seconds later, while shaking his head from side to side.

"What do you mean?" I asked him. I was surprised at his sudden resistance to continuing the hypnosis induction. He probably wasn't aware of it, but he was already in a moderate state of hypnosis.

"I don't want to be hypnotized. It's bad. You're bad. Not gonna do it," Wyatt said slowly. He was still blinking his eyes and his head was starting to bob up and down as he resisted going into trance. He was also trying to shake his head back and forth, but he wasn't having much success.

"You have nothing to fear about hypnosis. You can lie while hypnotized. If I ask you a question and you don't want to answer it, you don't have to. Remember, you are in control. I'm just the guide," I said trying to reassure him.

"No. No hypnosis," Wyatt said slowly. He sighed softly as his head continued to bob up and down.

I was tempted to count him out. Once I did that, I could look him in the eye and implant stronger mental commands to enforce the hypnosis induction. A better idea popped into my mind, just then.

"Fine. The choice is yours. If you want me to, I'll count you out of the trance you are in now. Or, you can continue your journey down into a level so deep that you can just let go completely. The choice is, and has always been yours," I told him.

"I'm already in a trance?" Wyatt asked slowly. It was clear that his thinking had slowed down a lot, as he let his mind relax. He was having a hard time understanding that he was already hypnotized.

"Indeed you are. Why else do you think you feel so good, so relaxed, so calm, so at peace?" I asked him.


"No. Can't be. I don't want to be hypnotized. I don't want to go deeper," Wyatt said as he continued to fight my suggestions. He sighed a few more times, and his head started to bob slower and slower. His eyes were staying closed longer each time he closed them. He was going under, while protesting the entire time.

"Then you have to make a choice," I said. "Either go deeper now, or ask me to bring out of your current level of trance. But I have to tell you that I'm somewhat disappointed in you, Wyatt. I thought a cowboy's word meant something."

"What do you mean?" Wyatt said, the confusion plain on his face and in the tone of his voice.

"When we started this you said that you had agreed to try hypnosis with me. Now that you see it's working, you're going back on your word. I don't know if you're running scared, a lily livered coward or just a lying creep. Frankly, as a real life honest to goodness cowboy, I expected better of you," I answered letting the scorn drip from my words. I continued to speak in a calm soothing voice. (Yes, dear reader, I was manipulating Wyatt, and playing on his male pride about being a cowboy. It was a little underhanded, but you have to admit it was fun.)

"I'm a real cowboy. I'm sure as hell more of a cowboy than you, greenhorn," Wyatt snarled at me, speaking at a normal rate. I could see the effort that cost him though. His eyes closed for nearly thirty seconds before he wrenched them open again. When he did open them, his face wore a blank, vacant expression as if he didn't have a thought in that handsome head of his, which was probably true.

"Then be a good little cowboy, and keep your word. Go deep into hypnosis, just like you said you would. Become my good little cowboy, and let go. Make a decision, damn it!" I yelled at him in my best Drill Sergeant's voice. (Sometimes, dear reader, you have to push a stubborn subject into trance, even when deep down they want it.)

"What?" Wyatt said as his eyes suddenly grew wide in surprise. The surprise slowly melted into a blank empty look. Wyatt closed his eyes, slowly. A few seconds later his head dropped to his chest. A few seconds after that Wyatt fell forward, bending at the waist, just as he had been instructed. His arms dangled from his shoulders. I reached down and grabbed his right wrist. I move his right arm about. It was as limp as a rag doll's arm.

"Good Wyatt," I said to him as I patted him on the head, well actually I patted the hat that was on his head. "Now go even deeper for me, my good little cowboy." I was tempted to call Wyatt 'boy', but I wasn't sure he was ready to accept such a submissive title. I decided it was better to avoid that potential set of problems.

"Yes, boss," Wyatt said softly. I smiled to myself. The nature of our relationship had been established. I was the boss, and he was the good little cowboy. Now maybe I could help him with his anger problem, whatever it was. I paused for a moment, and listened, uncertain if I had heard something. I turn around and looked about the room for a few seconds. It looked just as it had when Cody and I had entered it, a while ago. Wyatt and I appeared to be alone in the bunkhouse. Still, I could have sworn I'd heard something that sounded like a soft moan of ecstasy. I listened for a few more moments and looked around more carefully. I didn't see anything or hear anything out of the ordinary. I must have been imagining things. Perhaps the moan of ecstasy was in my head.


I stood up, walked over to Wyatt and stood next to him. Carefully I bent forward at the waist and peered over Wyatt's limp form. I was trying to get a good look at his back and lower torso. I couldn't see much, other than his tapered torso and his hips encased in those snug light blue jeans. I did notice that Wyatt had a light brown leather cowboy style wallet peeking out from the top of the right back pocket of his jeans. The wallet looked a bit thick. I smiled at my discovery. I now had something to look forward to. (Or have you forgotten, dear reader that I have an interest in men's wallets as well as their butts?) I stood up, turned around and sat back down in the chair.

"Feels good to be hypnotized by me, doesn't it, Wyatt?" I asked him, after I turned back around to face him.

"Yes, boss," Wyatt agreed.

"You like it don't you, Wyatt?" I prompted him.

'Oh yes, boss, I do. I really do," Wyatt said a bit louder and with a bit more enthusiasm.