To my surprise, the second cowboy had not moved an inch. He was still on his hands and knees looking up at me, as calm as could be. This was very far from normal. (I know, I have a gift for stating the obvious.) I was starting to become concerned. I walked over and stood in front of the second cowboy.
"What's your name, cowboy?" I asked him.
"Preston Bennet, The cowboy answered happily. He seemed content to remain on his hands and knees.
"Stand up, please Preston, and tell me why you were spying on me and Wyatt," I told him.
Preston stood up in an easy, fluid motion. He dusted off his hands on the front of his jeans and looked about the room for a second before he focussed his attention on me. I noticed that he was wearing a medium sized cowboy belt buckle that had an unadorned plain silver face. "I was curious about what you were gonna do with Wyatt. He can be a mean son of a bitch, sometimes. Mister Carson told me about your little talk and asked me to keep an eye on the two of you,' he answered as calmly as if I had asked him for a weather forecast. He didn't seem the least bit upset about spying on me. "Hey would you look at the meat on Clovis! Man, he's really hung!" Preston exclaimed as his attention was diverted by Clovis' erect cock poking out of the front of his jeans. (I can't blame Preston for noticing and reacting, but this diversion wasn't getting me anywhere.)
"Focus on me, Preston. Only on me and the questions I ask you," I told him as I put my right hand on the left side of his face and turned his head to his right so that he was looking at me. My legs nearly buckled for a second time, as my mind was inundated with information from Preston's mind. I could hear a distance mental 'ping' in the back of my mind. I quickly severed contact and let my right arm drop to my side. "Close your eyes now and relax, Preston. Just drift into a nice relaxed happy state of mind and stand there until I say your name," I told him. I needed time to think, to examine the information that I had inadvertently absorbed from Preston's mind. The process had not been painful, just a bit of a surprise.
"Yeah. Sure. Okay. I like this state," Preston agreed happily. He closed his eyes and smiled. He was not reacting like a normal hypnosis or super hypnosis subject. I took one step back from Preston and started to examine in more detail the information that Preston had offered. The facts were disquieting.
Preston had been sent to by Mister Carson to watch over my talk with Wyatt, in case Wyatt's temper flared up. While I could appreciate Mister Caron's caution and his concern for my well being (or perhaps he was more worried that if Wyatt did beat me up or something like that, I'd sue him), it was still a breach of Wyatt's privacy as well as mine. Preston had also been told to report anything he overheard during the session. Preston had never seen a hypnosis session close up, so he was paying close attention to everything I said and did. He'd found it more comfortable to be on his hands and knees hiding behind one of the chests in the bunkhouse, that to squat down on his haunches. When he saw Wyatt go under, Preston thought it was funny. He figured that Wyatt must be weak minded to go under so quickly. When Wyatt had started to yell out that he loved being my hypnotized cowboy slave, Preston was fit to be tied. So it appeared that Preston knew everything that had happened from the start. He had not known that Clovis was in the room, but Preston knew that now. I sighed softly as I realized that this presented yet another problem I would have to deal with.
I examined more of the data Preston had dropped into my mind. The study was most illuminating. During my induction with Wyatt, Preston found my voice to be soothing and he soon found himself following along. What he did not seem to be aware of, on a conscious level, is that a resonance had built up in his mind as he was listening to me, and when Wyatt had gone under for the second time, this resonance energy had burst into his conscious mind and nullified his independent thinking as well as his will. He was in effect, super hypnotized, even though I had not directed my powers at him. I examined the memory of that energy burst more carefully, as it seemed oddly familiar. I searched my memory carefully for any similar patterns. With a sharp intake of breath, I recognized the pattern after examining it in detail for a few seconds. It was the same one I had experienced when Mary had first unlocked my super hypnosis powers. This energy burst was a lot weaker. It had faded away to nothing in less than a second. Preston was a gifted, but dormant, just as I had been several years ago. The conclusion was clear. Somehow being in proximity to me, an active gifted person, had caused a resonance feedback loop in the dormant gifted powers in Preston's mind, resulting in Preston entering a state of super hypnosis. I was relieved if somewhat surprised. Dealing with Preston would be a much simple matter, now. I made a mental note to mention Preston to Mary at The Coffee Shop. I didn't have the time right now to deal with Preston and his dormant gifted power. I didn't have the experience either. In fact, it wasn't really my decision. It was Mary's. I imagined that she would probably consult with the Council of Coins to determine if Preston should have his dormant powers awaken, and be trained in how to use them. I smiled to myself. It would give the Council of Coins something else to do, other than to keep a watchful eye on me.
I looked over at Clovis for a second or two. He was still lying on the bed, smiling and playing with his rock hard cock, happy as a clam at high tide. It was clear to me now, that Clovis too was in a state of super hypnosis. The question was, how had he arrived in that state? I had not directed him, nor projected my powers at him. I had not even known he was in the room. He could be a dormant gifted person like Preston, but that seemed unlikely. Gifted people are rare, and dormant gifted people even more so. What was I dealing with when it came to Clovis? (Other than a magnificent specimen of manhood? Damn my hormones! They were getting me side tracked again!) Tackling that question would have to wait a bit longer. I had to finish with Preston first. Then I had to deal with Clovis, and finally get back to Wyatt. I looked at my watch. It was 11:00 AM. I had another two hours, maybe. Whatever I did, I would have to do it quickly before Mister Carson made an appearance after 1:00 PM. I felt sure that if Wyatt didn't show his ruggedly handsome face sometime soon after 1:00 PM, Mister Carson would come looking for him. The question before me now, was what should I do with Preston? (Suggestions like that are NOT helping dear reader. Fucking Preston's brains out might make me feel good, and might make him feel good too, but it wasn't going to solve the problem. It was time to think with the BIG head, and not the little one, which gets so many men in trouble. In this case it would have made matters much worse. Preston was straight. I'd picked up that little nugget of information, while reviewing the data from Preston's mind. Let us not forget that I was involved with Andy. Nothing was going to happen. Period.)
I looked back at Preston. He wasn't much to look at. He wasn't handsome or comely, neither was he butt ugly. He was just an average looking guy, at least when you studied his face. Set between his plain brown eyes was a normal sized nose. Beneath that was an averaged sized mouth which was in proper proportion to the rest of his face. His jaw was firm but not hard or chiselled. He sported what looked to be a three day beard on his face, the black hairs a perfect match to the black curly hair that stuck out from beneath that dirty old cowboy hat he was wearing. Preston didn't seem to put much effort in personal grooming. His hair was clean, but it didn't look like it had seen a comb or a brush for several weeks. His body wasn't anything to write home about either. He had an average fit and healthy look to his body. He didn't look like he worked out, nor did he have any type of gut around his middle. He seemed content to stand there with his eyes closed. As I studied him, I slowly walked around him, so I could get a good view of him from all sides. Yes, I was checking out his butt in the jeans he was wearing. From the back he was as nondescript as from the front. To be blunt, there was nothing about Preston's butt that would have caught the eye of the average gay man. He just wasn't noteworthy. I suspected that was the reason why Mister Carson had picked Preston to spy on me and Wyatt. Preston was less likely to be noticed. His jeans fit him well. They looked to be very comfortable, which is to be expected on a working cowboy. I walked around Preston several times, just letting my mind wander as I waiting for inspiration to strike.
Slowly ideas started to coalesce into my mind. The honest approach with a touch of humour and a dash of comeuppance was needed. "Preston, open your eyes and look me in the eye," I told him as I walked up and stood directly in front of him.
Preston opened his eyes, blinked a couple of times and then locked his eyes on mine. "Okay," he said nonchalantly.
"Do you realize that you are deeply hypnotized Preston?" I asked him.
"No I 'm not. I feel pretty good, though," Preston contradicted me.
"Really?" I said with a grin. "When I snap my fingers, Preston, you will drop to your hands and knees and bark three times," I said to him. (God how I loved guys who were under my control and didn't believe that was the case.)
"Yeah, right," Preston said with a laugh.
SNAP! Preston dropped to his hands and knees, a look of utter surprise on his face. "Woof! Woof! Woof!" He yelled out at me. He looked up at me stunned at what he had just done.
"And now when I snap my fingers, you will stand and give me a snappy salute and then say, 'Ready to obey you, sir' in your very best imitation of a military grunt," I told him with a smile. Preston blinked at me for a few seconds as he assimilated my instructions. SNAP!
Preston jumped to his feet, turned about to face me, came to attention and snapped out a salute to me. "Sir! Ready to obey you, sir!" He barked out at me.
"At ease and return to normal still deeply hypnotized with your eyes wide open," I told him.
"Okay," he said looking at me cautiously. "I guess I am hypnotized. How the hell did that happen?"
"You were paying close attention to me and what I was saying, Preston, while you were spying on me. It looks like you paid a little bit too much attention to what I was saying and doing," I answered him. "Now walk with me," I told him, as I lead him away from Wyatt and Clovis. I wanted to be sure that neither of those two cowboys would overhear was I was able to tell Preston. I was going to mention their names, and if they heard me, they would hear what I was saying before I wanted them to. We walked down the aisle of bunkhouse beds until we were only a few feet away from the far wall. Preston followed me like a good obedient little puppy, except that he was walking instead of crawling on his hands and knees. (Yes, dear reader, I would have enjoyed having him follow me on his hands and knees, but I didn't have time to be sidetracked by erotic distractions. So many cute hypnotized cowboys and so little time! Oh my!) Preston didn't offer a molecule of resistance to my instructions. He knew when he was beat, and he also knew who was the boss here. I touched the fingertips of my right hand on his forehead. "Sleep now, Preston. Relax. Listen to me and obey."
His eyes closed quickly and his head dropped down a bit. "Yes, sir. Listen and obey," He said with a sigh. A few seconds later he smiled. (Damn! I liked guys who reacted so positively to my powers.)
"When you came into this room to spy on me and Wyatt you never saw us or anyone else in this bunkhouse. The bunkhouse was empty. You waited for us to show up, but you feel asleep on one of the beds. You woke up a little while later and have spent the last half hour trying to find Mister Carson without any success," I told him as I reached out with my mental powers and adjusted his memory to match the facts as I was describing them. A quick glance at my watch confirmed that it was just after 11:30 AM, so that would account for the past hour and a half very nicely. Originally I was going to seal away the memory of what Preston had witnessed in this room. Then I would have him report to Mister Carson that I'd hypnotized Preston and kicked him out of the bunkhouse. Following that Preston was going to tell Mister Carson that Preston was still hypnotized. Preston would then find or make a mud puddle and wallow around in it like the pig he was. I quickly realized that this could easily lead to some undesirable questions from Mister Carson, not to mention anyone who saw Preston acting like a pig. I wanted to flaunt my super hypnosis powers at Mister Carson to let him know who he was dealing with. Catering to my ego, would not solve my problem with Preston. I had to abandon that approach as satisfying as it might have felt to do it. I sighed silently to myself as I realized that keeping my super hypnosis powers a secret had to be my primary goal in every situation. The Council of Coins was right, damn it! The average man in the street, or cowboy at the riding ranch, was not ready to accept that there were people in the world with the ability to breach the final bastion of privacy, to read a person's mind, and know a person's innermost thoughts and desires.
"When I remove my fingers from your forehead you will carry out the following instructions. One. Open your eyes and remain in your trance. Two .Leave this building and upon exiting the building and closing the door behind you, you will awaken from your trance without realizing that you had ever been hypnotized by me. Three You will continue your search to find Mister Carson. Four When you encounter Mister Carson you will inform him of what happened in the bunkhouse, and apologise to him for falling asleep." I said speaking slowly to be sure that Preston's mind had a chance to record his orders. I waited a few seconds. "Do you clearly understand your instructions?" I ask him.
"Yes, sir," He answered. "I understand, sir."
"What happened in the bunkhouse when you came into it this morning, Preston?"
"I hid in the bunkhouse waiting for you and Wyatt, but you never showed up. I fell asleep waiting for you, and just now woke up," he answered.
"Very good," I praised him. Preston smiled back at me, seemingly content to have pleased me. I wasn't so sure that Mister Carson would be at all pleased with Preston, but that was something Preston would have to deal with. I lifted my hand away from Preston's head, breaking contact between my fingers and his forehead. Preston's face went blank. He blinked a few times and then he turned away from me and headed to the door of the bunkhouse. From the blank look on his face, and the glazed look of his eyes, Preston's wasn't paying attention to anything or anyone. His only focus was on carrying out his instructions. The door closed solidly behind him. Good. Now I could turn my attention to Clovis and then to Wyatt.
I walked over to Wyatt to check on him. He seemed fine, his eyes were still closed and the small dreamy and lost look on his face suggested that he was very deep in some very happy place in his mind. I would not have to deal with Wyatt for some time. I could safely leave him alone and turn my full attention to Clovis. I turned around and looked at Clovis.
I reached out with my right hand towards Clovis. It took a major effort of my will to direct my hand towards Clovis' head and not his upright slightly swaying cock. For a brief second I realized that I could just as easily link with Clovis' mind by touching his cock as I could by touching his forehead. It wouldn't be wise to do so, though. For one thing, I'd be breaking my word to Andy about touching another guy. When I balanced the two possible actions on the scales of right and wrong, my promises to Andy far outweighed any momentary physical pleasure I might derive from fondling Clovis' available cock. Knowing what is right or wrong is relatively easy. A real man does what he knows to be right, even when it is hard to do so. And brother it WAS hard believe me! A man who does something that he knows is wrong, because he can get away with it, or because he can't resist the urge or the desire to do so, isn't really much of a man. I have my faults and my shortcomings like any man. Deep in my heart I knew that above everything else I might want or feel, I wanted to make Andy feel happy with me. I wanted him to be proud of me, for who and what I was. I wanted to be a man in Andy's eyes, and for that, I knew I had to keep my promises that I had made to Andy. (Okay I'll get down off my soapbox, dear reader. The sermon is over.)
It took only a second or two for these thoughts to flash through my mind as my hand continued it journey towards Clovis' forehead. I had been tempted and tested, and I had passed, this time. While I drew strength from that knowledge, I knew that there were many more such tests and temptations ahead of me. One was called Wyatt. I blinked my eyes a few times to focus my thoughts to the task at hand. Gently I touched Clovis' forehead and sent forth my most delicate, gentle mental probe. Clovis' mind was an open book. I merely had to form a mental query about what I wanted to know, and the information appeared in Clovis' thoughts.
I won't take you through the various questions that I asked Clovis, nor the reams of information I accumulated from his mind. The "Reader's Digest Condensed" version is that Clovis was a gay cowboy. (Yes, I know you didn't have to be a mind reader like me, dear reader, to have figured that out by now. Still, it was nice to have that as a solid fact and not conjecture.) What was surprising though, was that Clovis was interested in Wyatt. Interested wasn't exactly the best word. Clovis had a crush on Wyatt. A very big, very strong and very secret crush. Whenever I inserted Wyatt's name into Clovis's mind, the resulting torrent of desire, lust and infatuation was clearly evident. Having Clovis's feelings about Wyatt enter my mind was like lying on the beach on a hot summer day and letting the waves roll up and over your body. It was refreshing and enjoyable, but I couldn't afford the time to linger. As I kept telling myself, I had other things to do and I had to get back to it. Behind my mental shield, the thought popped into my head that I really should be charging for services like this, considering the mental effort I was expending.
As I thought about it for a little bit longer, I realized that I had a little bit of a problem on my hands. It was very likely that Wyatt had no idea of Clovis's interest in him. It wasn't my place to try and get these two together, providing that Wyatt like Clovis was in fact gay. I had not examined Wyatt's mind closely enough to determine his sexual orientation. I intended to do that in a few moments, after I dealt with Clovis. What to do with Clovis? What to do about Clovis? One thing was for sure, I could not leave him as he was at present, lying on the bed with his rock hard cock sticking out at attention. Yes, he was a beautiful sight. He was a distracting sight, and it wasn't helping to solve the problem.
Curiosity got the better of me. Using my mental powers instead of spoken words, I asked Clovis what he thoughts were regarding my hypnotizing Wyatt. For a moment his thoughts were jumbled and confusing, until he mentally shrugged his shoulders and presented the information to my inquiring mind. Clovis had been one of the nameless cowboys in the barn with Mister Carson and me, when I had hypnotized Mister Carson. I had not paid much attention to those cowboys at the time, which is why I had not recognized Clovis, not even now. Clovis had not overhead my conversation with Mister Carson in the barn, but Clovis had become curious about hypnosis. Clovis had secreted himself just outside Mister Carson's office this morning, waiting to overhear what he could of our conversion. Clovis had known instantly who Mister Carson was referring to when he mentioned the ranch hand that needed trouble with anger issues. At that point, Clovis had decided to spy on my session with Wyatt, in the hope that Clovis would see Wyatt get hypnotized. The idea of Wyatt being hypnotized and under someone's control made Clovis's cock throb. (While that was not a very elegant way to say it, dear reader, it was accurate nonetheless.) When Clovis saw Wyatt going into hypnosis, Clovis was ecstatic. Thrilled did not begin to describe the pleasure and joy he felt. Each time that Wyatt showed more signs of submitting and giving up control, Clovis's joy increased. Part of him wished devotedly that he was the one hypnotizing Wyatt. The idea of having such a handsome and powerful man as Wyatt under his control was a fantasy that Clovis had never permitted himself to enjoy, or even admit to himself. Until now, that is. Now that Clovis saw it was possible, he wanted it.
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