The Coffee Shop Pt. 05

"I love it, boss!" Wyatt cried out. "I want you to do the others, boss! Please tell me you're going to pull the other ropes boss!" Wyatt pleaded.

Clearly I had tapped into some type of a submissive domination fantasy of Wyatt's, and it would be a shame not to indulge him. I was also curious as to what Wyatt's reactions would be as his fantasy played out.

"And how you feel the rope tied about your left wrist slowly being pulled as taunt and tight as the right rope," I said to him. I didn't have to add any specific details on how the rope was being pulled. Wyatt's active imagination would supply everything he needed. Wyatt's left arm mimicked the earlier actions of his right arm. The left arm got straight as it moved out and away from his body and then it traveled upward in a smooth arc until it too was pointed towards the head of the bed. The left arm also was stretched upward as much as it could go. Wyatt moaned a couple more times and arched his back slightly as he wiggled about on the bed just a bit more. He took a couple of deep breaths which caused the cowboy shirt he was wearing to become stretched tight along his chest and stomach. The cowboy shirt was not skin tight, but it was wonderfully tight in just the right places. From the large moans that Wyatt let out as he exhaled, the tightness of his light green cowboy shirt was as big a turn on for him, as it was for me. I suppose I could have been mistaken about that, but I strongly doubted it.

"The rope attached to your left wrist has been pulled as tight as it can be. We're only halfway there Wyatt and already this is the most incredible experience you've ever felt, isn't it?" I asked.

"Fuck yeah!" Wyatt cried out, as he opened his eyes and looked at me for a second. He nodded his head a few times, as if he were trying to tell me that he wanted me to continue.

"The ropes tied about your ankles are slowly being pulled taunt in unison, Wyatt," I said with a grin.

As I had hoped, Wyatt legs both stretched a bit and pointed down to the foot of the bed. A few seconds later his legs slowly started to spread apart. When his legs were roughly ninety degrees apart I spoke. "The ropes attached to your ankles have been pulled as tight as they can be." I paused for a few seconds to let Wyatt become accustomed to the new position of his body. He managed to pump his hips a few times while wiggling about on the bed. He moaned several times. His breathing was a lot more intense now. The pleasure was building. "The ropes are nice and tight and taunt, aren't' they Wyatt?" I asked.

"FUCK YES!" Wyatt bellowed. The force of his yell caught me by surprise. A few more yells like that and someone would be sure to investigate the noise coming from the bunkhouse, which would not be a good thing. I immediately took corrective action.

"You cannot yell out loud anymore, Wyatt. You can speak normally," I interrupted him. I was fairly certain I had been quick enough to avoid calling undue attention to our little escapade in the bunkhouse. I would have enjoyed having another cowboy or two to play with. Wyatt might have enjoy some company as well, someone to lie on top of him and tend to his current pressing need. The need that was pressing so very hard on the front of his jeans and causing him to moan continuously.

"Oh fuck me six ways from Sunday! What the fuck are you doing to me?" Wyatt asked between breaths. He was looking at me, his eyes wide open.

I studied his expression carefully for a few seconds before I answered. He didn't seem to be upset. Concerned maybe, but not upset. "Is there a problem, Wyatt? Don't you like what I'd doing to you?"

"Hell yes! I like it! I just don't understand how you're doing it! God! I've never felt so turned on, so horny and so hard in all my life!" Wyatt answered in between the moans that continued to pour out of his mouth.

"You asked me to make you feel really controlled, Wyatt. Do you feel controlled now?" I said in answer to his question. I wanted to reach down and grab Wyatt's crotch, but a quick glance at my watch showed that we were nearly out of time. I can do a lot of things, but suspend time was not one of them.

"Christ almighty, yes! You must know I do. But...but you're not even touching me. Just your words and your hypnosis are doing this to me?" Wyatt asked.

I was amazed he could put together a coherent sentence, much less ask a question, I spared a few seconds and glanced down at the front of Wyatt's light blue jeans. I was not disappointed. The bulge in the front of his jeans had become even larger and longer. This was one cowboy who liked playing with ropes. Clearly I'd tapped into a very strong fantasy of Wyatt's. How did I know about it, you ask dear reader? Simple. I got lucky. I had not scanned Wyatt's mind very deeply, so I didn't know how he was going to react to being tied up with ropes. I guessed that since Wyatt had a powerful need to feel in control, and to hide his homosexuality, there was a good chance that he secretly wanted to be controlled and be forced to show that he was gay.

I walked over so that I was standing next to Wyatt. I was on the left side of the bed. He looked up at me and panted as he moaned a few more times. "You're all tied up and helpless. You are at my mercy, Wyatt. I can do anything I like with you and you can't stop me. You can't even yell," I said to him. I was beating into Wyatt's brain the notion that he was in a totally submissive situation. I was in control here. He was not. I was the master, and he was the helpless slave. I reached down and stroked the bulge in the front of his tight light blue jeans. His body shuddered and wiggled in ecstasy as I stroked his cock several times. "Are you getting close to shooting your load, my good little hypnotized cowboy slave?" I asked him in a firm strong voice.

Yes, boss, yes. I... I can't hold back much longer boss," Wyatt said with some difficulty. His brain was being flooded with more and more sensations of pleasure and it was becoming difficult for him to think.

"Cum when you need to, my good little hypnotized cowboy slave. Cum in your nice tight jeans, and know that when you do cum for me, you surrender totally to my will. Know that you are 100% my good little hypnotized cowboy slave," I instructed him.

"I....I so fucking close," Wyatt blurted out. A few seconds later his entire body arched up and his mouth was wrenched open in a silent scream. His ass was lifted clear off of the bed as he shot his load. I saw a dark spot appear on the inside of the right side of his jeans. The dark spot slowly spread out, as Wyatt's body shook with the power of his release. I glanced over his body as I watched him cum. His legs were stiff like boards, as was his torso and chest. His arms remained pointed up at the head of the bed. I could see beads of sweat forming on his forehead and dark stains were appearing in the area of his arm pits. Thirty seconds later Wyatt lowered himself back onto the bed. His entire body became limp as the demands of his profound ejaculation took their toll. His eyes closed and his head dropped down on to the left side of the bed.

"I am your good little hypnotized cowboy slave, boss," Wyatt said out loud. He smiled and continued speaking. "I'll do whatever the fuck you want boss. I want to obey you, boss. I must obey you boss. I came in my jeans for you, boss."

"You did a fine job, Wyatt. Do you remember what I told you about how you could hide your excitement when you meet cute guys here on the ranch?" I asked him.

"Yes, boss," Wyatt answered.

"Good. You will wake up when I count from one to five. You will remember everything that happened when I hypnotized you. You cannot harm me in any way, Wyatt. Nor, by any form of proxy can you arrange for any harm to come to me. Do you understand?"

"Yes, boss," Wyatt answered in that same happy voice that he'd started using since he had cum.

I walked a few feet away from the bed Wyatt was lying on. "One. Two. Three. Four. Five." I said counting him out, It would be interesting, to say the least, to see what Wyatt's reaction to all this was going to be.

Wyatt opened his eyes. He moved his arms down until they were by his sides. He moved his legs back together. Slowly he pushed himself up and swivelled to his left so that he was sitting on the left side of the bed. He moved his head about as if he was getting the kinks out of his neck. He looked at me for a minute or so. He didn't say anything, though. He looked down at the front of his light blue jeans, noticing the large dark damp spot for the first time. Wyatt blushed a bright red for about thirty seconds. But still he did not say anything.

It was not often that a subject surprised me. Wyatt did. I had expected one of two reactions from him. The first, and what seemed most likely to me, was that he would be upset with me, and possibly scared of me. The second was that he would be grateful to me.

"So are we done here, or what?" Wyatt said in cool, almost disinterested tone of voice.

"Yes, I suppose that we are. Do you have any questions or concerns, Wyatt?" I asked him struggling to keep my voice as calm as his.

"Not really. I did what I told Mister Carson I would do. I'll keep my job. I suppose you've had your little fun now, and you can be on your way," Wyatt said the arrogance starting to creep back into his voice.

"That's it?" I asked stunned at Wyatt's cavalier attitude to recent events. I managed to keep my voice calm, but don't ask me how.

"Well, yeah. I've got work to do. I'm done with you," Wyatt said.

"Aren't you the least bit concerned or curious about what you did when I hypnotized you, Wyatt?" I asked.

"Naw. I was faking it the whole time. I don't care if you think I'm gay. I just needed a good jerk off and you gave me a way to do that," Wyatt answered with a shrug of his shoulders. "I think I overplayed my part a bit though. I'm gonna be sore for days." Wyatt stood up and started heading for the door.

"Cowboy clown," I called out to him.

Wyatt froze . His head dropped down to his chest and his eyes closed "Yes boss." He said calmly.

I walked over to Wyatt and placed my right hand on his forehead, pressing down gently. "Deeper into my power and control, Wyatt. Just relax, standing there comfortably, knowing that you are safe," I told him.

"Yes, boss," Wyatt said. He stood at ease, totally relaxed. He seemed content to wait for his next command from me.

I probed his mind, carefully, delicately, and thoroughly. Wyatt's reaction upon being awakened from hypnosis was totally unexpected. I needed to check that he was okay with what had happened to him. Self denial was a powerful mental defence, and if he had some type of problem with what had happened to him, it could cause him future physiological difficulties. What I found was reassuring even though I had never encountered anything exactly like it before. I checked the mental tracks in his mind three times, to be sure that I had not misread or misunderstood something.

Wyatt firmly believed that he had in fact never been hypnotized by me, and that everything he had done during the past few hours was role playing so that he could keep his job. He had a deep fear of losing his job, and he was prepared to do nearly anything to keep it. He acknowledged to himself that he was gay and that he did not want anyone else to know that, not even me. He refused to even consider that the awe and respect he had for Mister Carson was much more than that. Deep down in his mind, hidden in a place that he was only dimly knew existed, resided the knowledge that he was lusting after Mister Carson. Every time he saw Mister Carson, Wyatt felt pleasure. Wyatt didn't feel happy when he saw Mister Carson, but Wyatt did feel better overall. When Wyatt saw Mister Carson bend over, Wyatt would feel a strong surge of desire for Mister Carson. Wyatt's hands would itch to latch onto that cowboy butt of Mister Carson's and squeeze it for all it was worth. (Being a butt man myself, dear reader, I could understand Wyatt's desire.) When those feelings struck, Wyatt would hide that desire by turning it inward into anger and frustration, which he would then take out on the first ranch hand cowboy that he'd encounter. Wyatt didn't play favourites. He got angry with everyone equally. None of the other cowboys on the ranch benefited from Wyatt's actions, but Clovis was the one who suffered the most, because he sincerely cared about Wyatt. In time Clovis' crush on Wyatt might have turned into something wonderful, but as long as Wyatt had the hots for Mister Carson, Clovis wasn't likely to be noticed by Wyatt. It was a classic, if tragic love triangle. (I bet you thought these things only happened in the movies, dear reader.)

As for my giving Wyatt a post hypnotic trigger to re-enter hypnosis, he refused to believe that it existed. Even when it was activated, his strong denial of the situation justified it as a sudden impulse of his to role play, let go of things for a while and not have to worry about anything. He didn't see that as giving up control of the situation, rather he saw it as letting someone else be responsible for what happened while he sat back and did nothing.

There wasn't much left to do with Wyatt. I looked at my watch. I had less than ten minutes left. I withdrew my mental probes from his mind. I carefully erased and altered his memories to insure that there were no mental footprints of my exploration of Wyatt's mind and memories. I did a final scan to be sure everything was set, making sure I set things up so that as soon as Wyatt woke up he would be clear about what had happened, aside from the fact that I had used super hypnosis on him.

"One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Wide awake, Wyatt," I said to him as I took a step or two away from him.

Wyatt raised his head, blinked his eyes a few times as he focused on the room about him. He looked round and when he saw me, he nodded briefly but did not say anything.

"I hope you enjoyed yourself, Wyatt. I think you're all set," I said cheerfully.

"I'm glad that waste of my time is over, yes, if that is what you are asking," Wyatt snarled at me.

'The bitch is back,' I thought to myself. I was all ready to start arguing the point with Wyatt, when I realized that not only did I not have the time for that, but the argument itself would be pointless. This was one of those situations where it was better to let Wyatt think what he wanted. If he wanted to believe that I had not been able to hypnotize him, so be it. As unpalatable as that thought was to me, I would have to accept it. Wyatt would probably give credit for his improved anger control to something else, like his taking a new multi-vitamin. So be it. The important thing was that I had helped him, and not my taking credit for it.

Wyatt gave me one final parting 'stay the hell away from me from now on' look, before he turned away and headed towards the bunkhouse door. He open the door, walked through the doorway and closed the door firmly behind him as he left, his body language clearly stating that he no longer considered me to be of any importance to him. I knew he would be surprised and delighted when my instructions to him allowed him to avoid getting angry with the other cowboys. It seemed to me that Wyatt still had some problems with accepting to himself that he was gay. He was internally homophobic. He'd have to deal with that himself. There are some steps on the journey of life that we must each take alone.

I sighed softly to myself as I considered how sad part of Wyatt's life must be. I had done all that I could to help him, all that he would allow me to do. I had to accept that there are some problems I can't fix, and some people I can't help. After a minute or two of quiet contemplation about Wyatt, I left the bunkhouse in search of Andy. Now there was a thought to brighten my day. I found Andy in the ranch office talking with Mister Carson. They were just winding up as I walked in.

"I talked with that cowboy as you asked, Mister Carson," I said by way of greeting.

"How did it go?" Mister Carson asked.

"As well as can be expected. I think I helped him. We will have to wait and see, to determine how much help I have been," I answered cautiously.

"Fine. I think you and Mister Anderson here have an appointment now," Mister Carson said dismissing us.

"Come on, Mister Walton" Andy said warmly as he headed out the door.

"Okay," I agreed with a small smile as I turned and followed Andy out the door. Mister Carson didn't want any details, and I was just as happy not to have to supply any. I was sure that I'd hear about the changes in Wyatt's behaviour sooner or later.

The afternoon was delightful. Andy gave me another riding lesson on Rusty. This time I learned how to saddle my own horse, although Rusty did not make it easy. Three times she deliberately moved just out of my reach when I tried to put the saddle on her back. I admit it. I'm a slow learner when it comes to horses. Andy stood there and chortled at my difficulties, not offering any help nor even any advice. When I shot a silent plea for help in his direction, he merely shrugged those massive magnificent shoulders of his in reply. This was a problem I was going to have to solve on my own. After the third time I brushed the forelock on Rusty's head and thought for a moment. As I stood next to Rusty I adjusted the horse blanket on her back several times. I placed the saddle on the ground next to her, and waited for a minute longer before I lifted up the saddle and placed it on her back. Quickly I reached down, and fasten the belly strap on the saddle. This time Rusty didn't move. I guess she realized I was serious this time.

Andy came over and slapped me on the butt and said "Good work, greenhorn. You figured it out. When you take too long to get the saddle fasten, some horses don't think you're serious about going riding."

"Thanks boss," I replied as I climbed aboard Rusty.

"Head out to the riding ring and I'll meet you there in five minutes," Andy said.

"Yes, boss," I said as I yanked on the reins and urged Rusty to start walking. I enjoyed my ride into the riding ring. It took me only a thirty seconds to get there. I started walking Rusty about the ring, practicing giving her directions to turn to the left and then to the right. About five minutes later Andy arrived riding Blizzard. My riding lesson continued. It was successful and uneventful. I earned a few phrases of praise from Andy and that made my day. Of course I got a huge thrill seeing Andy mounted on Blizzard riding around in front of me. He was my cowboy hero come to life, and that never stopped thrilling me. (For those slut puppies who are wondering, no my cock did not get hard at seeing the sight of Andy mounted on Blizzard. You can get thrilled and excited and not get a hard cock, you know.)

We headed home at about five o'clock in the afternoon. Actually we headed for my apartment. At first. When I noticed that we were not en route to my apartment, and I asked Andy where we were going, he told me that he thought it was time that I saw his apartment. I didn't say anything for a second or two, then I told him I thought going to his apartment was a wonderful surprise. Andy beamed one of those sexy smiles of his at me. I smiled back at him. He turned his attention back to the driving, and turned on the radio to a country and western station. This gave me something to help me pass the time as Andy drove on.

About forty-five minutes later we drove up to the underground parking lot of an apartment complex that was on the other side of the city from where I lived. Andy parked his car a few minutes later. We headed to the elevators. On the ride up in the elevators Andy put his left arm about my shoulders and pulled me close to him. When I looked up at him, he just smiled at me and tapped my nose with the fingertips of his right hand. It was unlike Andy to show affection like this in public. We were alone in the elevator so maybe that was why he felt safe doing this. Whatever the reason, I enjoyed his physical attentions towards me.