The Coffee Shop Pt. 05

"You're surprised at how good it does feel being hypnotized by me. You like it a lot, don't' you? In fact you love it, don't you?" I encouraged him.

"Yes boss, I like it a lot," Wyatt said. He lifted his head up opened his eyes and he looked at me. "I love it, boss." He closed his eyes and let his head drop back down. He swayed slightly as his head came to rest.

"Since we're alone here Wyatt, you don't have to hold back. You can yell out to me how much you like being my hypnotized little cowboy, and when you do, you'll go deeper and feel a wave of pleasure course through your body. You might even find it to be erotic," I told him. I was pushing Wyatt to admit how much he really liked being hypnotized. Even without my super hypnosis commands, that much was true. Wyatt was mentally and physically enjoying himself, but he had that stubborn streak. I knew it was best to create an association of hypnosis with pleasure, so that whatever resistance Wyatt might be able to dreg up later, would be minimized.

Wyatt jerked his body up into a sitting position, and he opened his eyes wide. His mouth hung open in a silent 'oh' of surprise, as he stared at me. He blinked his eyes for a few seconds and then a big silly grin blossomed on his face. "I love being hypnotized by you, boss!" He yelled out. "I love being your hypnotized little cowboy, boss! Oh fuck! This hypnosis feels good, boss! Christ, I never thought being a hypnotized cowboy slave would feel so fucking good, boss!" Wyatt had gone a bit overboard, but I wasn't about to correct him. If he wanted to go from being a good little hypnotized cowboy, to a good little hypnotized cowboy slave, who was I to stop him? After all, HE made that decision. (Yes, dear reader, I sort of pushed him that way, but it was only a tiny nudge. If you'd been in my place, you'd have nudged Wyatt in that general direction too. Don't deny it. I know what goes on in that smutty little mind of yours, dear reader.) Wyatt looked up at me, after he finished speaking. He nodded his head a few times as he sat there with that big silly shit eating grin on his face. He was zonked to high heaven. He was so deep in hypnosis now, that he didn't care what he was told to do. I've seen that expression often enough to be sure about it. But there was that stubborn streak of Wyatt's. I reach out and touched Wyatt's forehead. I did a shallow scan of his mind. It confirmed that Wyatt was totally under my control now, and loving every second of it. There wasn't a trace of resistance anywhere in his mind. His natural submissive nature had fully surfaced. Wyatt was ready for some help, as well as some innocent fun.

"Sleep now," I said to him. Wyatt closed his eyes, dropped his head to his chest and slumped forward to resume his earlier position. He was now in a very cooperative frame of mind. I couldn't help but smile to myself. This was fun, damn it!


Then I heard it. A soft moan of ecstasy. I wasn't imaging it. It was not coming from me. It was not coming from Wyatt. Someone else was in the room with us. Someone else, who was enjoying the show. I took a deep breath to calm myself. I'd deal with whomever it was in a few minutes, after I got Wyatt settled. I turned my attention back to Wyatt. Then I had an inspiration. I would give whomever it was a bit of a show.

"Why don't' you climb up on the bed and then get down on all fours for me, Wyatt," I told him.

"Yes sir, boss! Right away!" Wyatt exclaimed as he jerked his head up and sat up straight. Wyatt blinked his eyes a couple of times as he got his bearings. He stood up and spun about so that he was facing the bed. He launched himself forward, scrambled onto the bed. It took him only a few seconds to climb up on the bed, on his hands and knees. From where I was sitting in my chair, I was privileged to witness the sight of Wyatt's slim butt in those snug light blue jeans as he bent over and climbed upon the bed. Damn he had a sexy butt in those snug light blue jeans. It was a wonder that I wasn't drooling all over myself. I knew that Wyatt and I were not alone, and that fact was never far from the front of my mind. I suspect that is part of what kept my erotic desires firmly in check. A few seconds later he was perched on all fours on the bed, his head near the pillow, waiting for my next instruction.

I heard another soft moan, which confirmed my earlier suspicion that Wyatt and I were not alone. "Good job, Wyatt," I praised him. "Would you mind if I touched your body?"

"Thank you, boss. I don't mind if you touch my body, boss. Hell, you can do anything you want with me I'm your good little hypnotized cowboy slave, boss," Wyatt answered with a grin.

He was indeed, but I couldn't take him up on his generous offer, not with some unknown person watching. I walked over to Wyatt. I plucked his cowboy hat off of his head and placed it on the night stand next to the bed. I placed my right hand on the top of his head and started to press downward gently. "Lower your head down on to the pillow and turn your head to the right so you can see me, and breathe easily. Leave your butt up in the air where it is, Wyatt," I said to him.

"Yes, boss," Wyatt said as he started to lower his head toward the pillow. As he turned his head to the right, so that he was facing me, I lifted my right hand from the top of his head. It wasn't necessary for me to push down on his head anymore. A few moments later, Wyatt was resting his head on the pillow as I had ordered him. His butt was sticking up in the air, and his jeans were a bit tighter along his buttocks. This was exactly what I wanted. (As if you didn't know that was going to happen, dear reader. Why else would I have Wyatt assume such a position?)

"Feels good being such a submissive position, doesn't it Wyatt?" I said to him as I moved to stand next to that sexy butt of his.

"Yes, boss. I...I don't know why it does, but it sure does," Wyatt said happily. The shit eating grin was back on his face.

I bent over so that I had a clear view of Wyatt's buttocks and the seat of his jeans. I reached out with my right hand and started to trace the seam of his jeans from just below the horizontal belt line, down his butt, in between his buttocks and up the front of his jeans as far as I could reach. "And that feels even better, Wyatt," I told him.

"Yessssss...." Wyatt hissed softly. Another moan, somewhat louder than before came from behind me. I smiled to myself as I realized the audience was paying very close attention to the show. I also heard what sounded like a muffled laugh at the same time. So there were at least two people in the audience, one of whom was most likely gay. Only a gay man would have been excited by what I was doing with Wyatt's butt.

"Do you like having a powerful man control you? Do you like having that powerful man play with your body and turn you on even more?" I asked Wyatt, as I paused in my stroking of buttock seam of his jeans. I knew what the answer would be. I wanted to Wyatt to admit it to me, though. It was another way of establishing my dominance over him.

"I....I..don't.....know...."Wyatt answered hesitantly. I quickly began to stroke the seam of his jeans again, but this time I pressed in slightly with the tips of my fingers. "GOD YES I LOVE IT!" Wyatt cried out a few seconds later. "I don't know why, and I don't' give a fuck. JESUS ALMIGHTY, DON'T STOP!" Wyatt yelled out. I spent a few more minutes following that seam of Wyatt's jeans. I pressed in a bit, every now and then. Wyatt responded with guttural moans. He did say anything though. His body shivered with the erotic pleasure that he was feeling.

"That's enough for now, Wyatt," I told him as I stopped my stroking of the seam of Wyatt's jeans, and let my hand rest by my side. I walked over to the chair and sat down in it.

"Boss? More, please?" Wyatt called out as he opened his eyes and looked at me. Apparently, he had closed his eyes when I had been lightly fondling his butt.

"We have other things to deal with, Wyatt," I told him firmly. "Now be a good little cowboy and lie down on the bed, on your back."

"Yes, boss," Wyatt said with a crestfallen look on his face. I knew he wanted the butt stroking to continue. I had work to do before I could have any more fun with him. Wyatt lowered his body down so that he was lying face down on the bed. Slowly he rolled to his left so that he was lying on his back. It took him a few seconds to reposition his body so that he was lying comfortably in the middle of the bed.

"That's my good little cowboy," I told him with a grin. He smiled back at me. "Now close your eyes, and go down deep into hypnosis for me. Just relax and go deeper for me."

"Yes, boss," Wyatt said dreamily as his eyes slowly closed. He took a deep breath and let it out in a soft sigh.


I looked at Wyatt for a minute or so before I decided that it was time to get to work. (Okay, so I was drinking in the sweet sight of a hypnotized hunky cowboy lying on a bed in front of me. Yes, I drooled a bit. Sue me. I wasn't going to DO anything with him, but there was no harm in fantasizing about it for a few minutes.) I was about to say something when I felt a creepy feeling on my forehead. Danger. I knew without a doubt now that Wyatt and I were not alone, despite Mister Carson's assurances of privacy. I sighed to myself again. Why was I not surprised? I closed my eyes and let my mental powers do a passive scan the room, looking for any hint of a gifted person, or evidence of gifted powers being used. I didn't detect any compulsion fields, or ward off fields. Nor did there seem to be any evidence of mental shields, mental probes, or mental scanners. It was odd. After about a minute, which is a very long time in terms of mental combat, I detected two blips on my mental radar. As I expected they were located some distance behind me on the far wall of the bunkhouse. The blips were ghost like, there and yet not there. If the persons were gifted, then they would show up as sharp blips. If they were not gifted, and still presented a danger to me, they would show up as fuzzy blips. These blips were neither, they registered, but I could not get an exact fix on them. Something strange was going on The blips were not moving.

I gathered my mental powers and got ready to raise my shields. I leaned over Wyatt and spoke softly to him, to be sure that whomever these other people were they would not hear me. "Wyatt, lie there and relax completely. In your mind let your favourite fantasy play out, whatever that fantasy is. Do not speak or move, though. Stay where you are. Until I speak your name again, you will hear nothing that happens in this room. Understood?"

"Yes, boss," Wyatt answered. A small smile appeared on his lips. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly in a long slow deep sigh. I touched his hand and gently touched his mind, like a feather brushing across his skin. His fantasy had started playing. Well, I wouldn't have to worry about Wyatt for the time being. I stood up, and backed up a step from Wyatt.

"You can come out of hiding now, whomever you are. The show is over," I said addressing no one. Slowly I turned around and looked about the room. It seemed that some persons other then Mister Carson knew what I was going to be doing with Wyatt today, and had wanted to watch. I didn't really care why. I thought it was a disgusting invasion of privacy, and I wasn't about to continue with it now that I was aware that these persons were present. No one appeared. I ground my teeth in frustration. I didn't want to use a compulsion field to force them to come to me, because then I'd have to do a lot of mental cleanup afterwards.

"Get out here! Front and centre! Right now!" I ordered, doing my best to sound like a pissed off Drill Sergeant. I had found that tone of voice produced amazing results on occasion.

I waited. I expected to see a couple of cowboys saunter up to me with cocky expressions on their faces, and no trace of embarrassment for spying on Wyatt and me. Just like at Christmas though, I did not get what I expected. In one of the far corners of the room, a cowboy stood up from behind the chest he had been hiding behind. Slowly he started to walk towards me. He was wearing a dark blue cowboy shirt tucked into a pair of dark blue jeans. A black leather belt with a simple D-ring closure was threaded through the belt loops of the jeans. The dark blue jeans, in turned were tucked into a pair of dusty gray cowboy boots. The hat on the cowboy's head was a worn weathered greyish one that had seen better days. As he got closer I began to notice some odd things, such as he was holding his arms straight out in front of him, and his face was blank of all expression. But the item that really caught my attention was the seven and a half inch fully erect penis that was projecting from the open fly of his dark blue jeans. Call it a wild guess, but I was pretty sure this was not normal behaviour for a cowboy in a bunkhouse.

"Reporting as ordered, sir!" The cowboy barked at me. He stood there motionless and expressionless, a couple of feet away from me, holding his arms rigidly straight out in front of him, while his cock remained stiff as well. I studied the cowboy wondering what the heck had happened. He was a mess. I could see that there was cum all over his cock, and some cum on the front of his jeans around his open fly. There was even some cum drying on the lower chest and stomach areas of the dark blue long sleeved cowboy shirt. I looked at his hands and noticed that there was cum dripping off of both of them. Somebody, it would seem, had become more than a little bit turned on by what I had been doing with Wyatt. That explained the loud moans I had heard, but not the laughter. I didn't have time to study the cowboy, as my attention was diverted by some motion out of the corner of my eye.


I turned to my left, and my jaw dropped open in surprise. A second cowboy was approaching, from the far end of the bunkhouse, but he was crawling towards me on his hands and knees. He was getting his light gray jeans dirty, as well as the pale yellow cowboy shirt he was wearing. The cowboy hat on his head looked to be made of straw. It was yellowed with age, and had a few stains on the brim and sides. As he got closer I noticed that there was a black belt in this cowboy's jeans. The jeans were tucked into a pair of black boots that were getting even more dusty as the cowboy continued his crawl towards me.. Things had now moved from strange to weird. The cowboy stopped a few feet in front of me and looked up at me.

"So you caught me. So what?" The second cowboy said with a laugh. The face of the second cowboy was all smiles. He didn't seem at all upset to have been caught by me, or to have crawled up to me on his hands and knees. I stared at the second cowboy for a few seconds. I was at a loss for words. The situation had just catapulted from weird to bizarre.

I glanced over at Wyatt noting that he still had that dreamy happy expression on his face. He would not need my attention for some time. I was free to deal with the two problems who were standing before me. Well one was standing and the other was on his hands and knees. The standing cowboy didn't seem to be aware of what he was doing. (When a guy walks up to you with his fly open and his fully erect cock sticking out, and has cum covered clothing and hands, it's a pretty safe bet that he's not fully aware of what he's doing. At least I don't know of any guys, cowboys or not, who would do such a thing on a regular basis.) I felt I could ignore the standing cowboy for a short while. However, I didn't want him to just stand there and have his arms get tired, as that might break his current state, whatever it was. I walked up to the standing cowboy and looked him in the eyes. (Can you guess what was about to happen dear reader? If not, then you haven't' been paying attention, and I will have to take you over my knee and give you a good spanking, with your pants on of course.)

I was about to project a few mental commands into his mind, when I noticed that his eyes looked completely glazed over, as if his mind was completely empty of any thoughts. Most hypnosis subjects, when they are under have a spark of self awareness in the back of their eyes. He did not. I was a bit hesitant about doing it, but I placed the tips of the fingers of my right hand on his forehead, and with that physical contact established, I gently probed his mind. (I don't like to do this, because I consider it an invasion of a person's most intimate privacy. These were bizarre circumstances, though. I felt such action was warranted.) What I found nearly knocked me off my feet. My knees buckled but I caught myself and managed to remain standing and to keep physical contact with the cowboy. His mind was empty and completely open to me. He was in the same mental state as if I had projected my super hypnosis powers at him and taken control of his mind. He didn't feel embarrassed or humiliated in the least to stand there in his cum covered clothes with his impressive seven and a half in fully erect cock thrusting out from his open fly. (Yes, I know that I've mentioned that not so little detail several times, dear reader. It wasn't something that you could easily ignore. In fact, I had to work at not letting my attention wander down to that impressive tool. But back to the entranced cowboy.) I carefully scanned the cowboy's mind. He was under my control. He felt compelled to obey me. What I did not know was why.

"What is your name, cowboy?" I said to him softly so that the second cowboy would not be able to hear me.


"Sir! Clovis McCoy, sir!" he barked at me. Did this cowboy think he was in the military for some reason? I had never suggested anything like this to him. In fact, I had never suggested anything to him at all. Until now, I'd never even talked with him. Considering that the cowboy had a young boyish face, with a young fit, slim and trim body, I would not have been opposed to striking up a conversation with this young cowboy. He had to be barely twenty years old, if he was a day. His hazel eyes were set into a young face, with a small nose and normal sized mouth. I could see some close cropped straight black hair peeking out from under that worn gray felt cowboy hat he was wearing.

I needed to deal with the second cowboy, since I didn't yet know what the situation was with him.

"Clovis, wipe your hands clean on the front of your jeans, and then go stand next to the empty bunk to the left of Wyatt. Put your cowboy hat on the night stand next to the bed. Climb on to the bed and lie down on your back. When you are in that position, close your eyes. At that point you can grab that great big cock of yours with your hands. Whatever it is that you saw recently with Wyatt that got you so sexually aroused, will begin to play over and over in your mind as you lie there on the bed. You will not say anything out loud, but you may moan softly if you like. This will continue until you next hear me say your name out loud. You may shoot as many times as you need." I spoke softly to Clovis so that the second cowboy would not hear me.

"Sir! Yes, sir!" Clovis barked at me. He wiped his hands on the front of his jeans as he spoke. He marched over to the bunk next to Wyatt. (Damn, he had a sexy skinny butt in those jeans!) Clovis took off his hat and placed it on the empty night stand. He climbed up on the bed so that he was on his hands and knees. (There was that sexy butt again, made all the more sexy by the enhanced tightness of those jeans across the buttocks. Either the man was deliberately teasing me with that beautiful backside of his, or he had no idea of the effect that his butt could have on a gay man. I noted that he had a big black leather cowboy style wallet shoved into the right back pocket of those sexy jeans.) The eye popping view lasted only a few heartbeats, as Clovis spun about on his knees and plopped that sexy butt of his onto the bed, and I lost sight of that sexy butt. However, it was replaced by the sight of Clovis' rock hard cock still thrusting its way out of the open fly of Clovis' jeans. After a few more moments, Clovis was lying on the bed, on his back, with his eyes closed and his hands firmly wrapped about that monster of his. The happy smile on his face and the soft moans indicated that he was having one heck of a good time. Now that Clovis had been dealt with, I could turn my undivided attention back to the second cowboy.