The Coffee Shop Pt. 05

Oh how my hands and fingers ached to reach out and squeeze those two perfect hemispheres that were mere inches (or centimetres for any Canadians reading this story) from me. This was torture, plain and simple. For a fleeting moment, I wondered if this temptation was part of the Council of Coin's test. If so, then they were meaner than I'd given them credit for.

Reluctantly, I dragged my hot eyes from that sexy set of killer buns and look up past the khaki belt in those dark Navy dress pants, and examine the back of the Marine's long sleeved khaki uniform shirt. As I expected, it was sharply pressed, lint free and fit the Marine's back and torso snugly. That shirt subtly emphasised the Marine's narrow waist and broad muscular shoulders. The Marine took a deep breath as I stared at his back. That simple movement was bewitching. This Marine would have had to be deaf, blind, and have the IQ of a houseplant, not to realize how sexy, attractive, alluring, and manly he was. Dare I say it? Women would probably have found him even more of a sex magnet than gay men. And here I stand, inches away from him, and I can't even dare to brush my fingers innocently along the seam of his uniform pants in between his buttocks. Oh the agony of it all. Okay, so there is NO way to do something like that innocently. I admit that. I also admit that I had to keep my hands off the Marine, if I wanted to avoid trouble. That didn't mean that I had to like the reality of the situation.

What seemed like hours of gazing on the Marine's backside, was but a second or two. I had not stopped my walk around the Marine. I was able to make note of a lot of details in a very short time. When something really captures my interest I can be very observant. I was now standing next to the Marine on his right side and I had a wonderful view of his right profile. As expected it was the mirror image of his left profile. The pants had one button flap pocket on the back, which was buttoned closed, and a side angle pocket on the right side. The blood stripe ran down the seam of those dark Navy blue dress pants from the waist to the bottom seam of the pant leg. Sharply pressed and lint free, this side of the Marine matched the other three sides. To summarize this was a hunky, sexy Marine decked out in his Dress Blue class C uniform. The only way he could have looked more impressive is if he had been wearing his full Dress Blue class A uniform. You know the one that you see those Marines wearing in the recruitment advertisements on television. I completed my walk around the Marine, turned about to look directly at him, and then walked backward a few paces as I looked him over.

I moved my eyes down and looked at his black shoes. They were polished mirror bright and even the tied laces looked like they were exactly the same length on each shoe. I suspected that if I had measured them that would have been the case. I let my gaze walk up the front of the Marine up his legs and past his knees, stopping at mid thigh. The legs of his uniform pants had that razor sharp crease in the front and the pant legs hung down smoothly just brushing the tops of those black shoes. I could not see the Marine's socks, but I guessed that they would most likely be black.

I continued my inspection as I moved my gaze up to the front area, and yes the crotch area, of the Marine's dress pants. The front of those pants were smooth, without even a hint of a wrinkle. I think any wrinkle would have been scared to show its face, if you know what I mean. The side angle pockets lay flat against the sides of those pants, although that was a bit hard to confirm since the Marines hands were resting by his sides. He wasn't standing 'at ease', but he was standing in a relaxed pose with his arms hanging by his sides and his legs slightly apart. There were no bulges of any kind evident in those front pockets or in the crotch area either. So much for any forlorn hope I might have had that the Marine was gay and found me sexy.

My gaze continued to move up the waist area where I saw the khaki belt with its plain gold square buckle done up, snaking through the belt loops of those uniform pants. The tip of the khaki tie was hovering just above the middle of the belt buckle and of course the tie was hanging straight down. A smooth, wrinkle free, long sleeved khaki dress shirt encased the muscular torso and arms of that Marine. The tie was expertly knotted at the neck. The tie lay flat against the Marine's chest and torso, held in place by a plain gold tie clip fastened midway down the torso. The two chest pockets with button flaps were securely fasten. Only some ribbons resting above the left chest pocket added any colour to the Marine's uniform. I did not know what the ribbons represented, but I did know that their presence, indicated that the Marine had seen at least one tour of duty.

"Thank you Marine," I said as I looked him in the eyes. "Your appearance is outstanding." I smiled my best smile at him. I wanted to tell the Marine something along the line of 'he looked good enough to eat,' but you can probably guess the consequences of such a rash statement on my part.

"You're welcome, sir" the Marine said, in a slightly puzzled tone. He didn't appear upset about my visual inspection of him, but he did think it somewhat odd, to judge by the puzzled look on his face.

"Have you ever been stationed at that military base near Las Vegas, Marine? By the way, what is your rank, Marine? It seems disrespectful of me not to address you by your rank," I asked him as I stood there in front of this handsome powerful dam sexy man in a damn sexy uniform.

"I'm a Sergeant, and yes I was posted at the military base near Las Vegas. It is an Air Force base, but there is a contingent of Marines stationed there as well. Why do you ask, sir?" The Marine answered.

"I was hoping that you might be able to tell me if a story that I heard, is true or not," I answered still smiling. I already knew the story was true, but that was beside the point.

"A story? You're just full of surprises, sir," the Marine commented, with a hint of a smile on his face. "Ask away, sir."

He was warming up to me a bit, which was a good sign. "There was this stage hypnotist performing for various years in Las Vegas. Marines would sometime attend the show and nearly every time the hypnotist would manage to get many of them to participate in the stage show. This got back to the Air force base commander, who talked with the ranking Marine commander on the base. They both agreed that Marines participating in a stage hypnosis show was unbecoming behaviour on the part of the Marines, and was bad for the reputation of the Corps. It made it look like Marines were easy to hypnotize. These two officers then banned any Marine from participating in the show on or off duty. Marines have not gone to the show since."

"Have you heard this story, Sergeant?" I asked.

"Yes, I've heard the story, sir," the Marine answered. I wasn't sure but I thought I saw his lips twitched into the beginning of a smile, for just a half a second.

"Well, is it true?" I prompted him.

"Yes, it's true, more or less," the Marine answered.

"More or less? What does that mean? Care to explain?" I fired the questions at the Marine.

"I was stationed at the base when the events in that story happened. I never went to see the hypnotist and his stage show. Several of the men under my command did, though. They claimed to have had a good time but they couldn't recall what it was that they had done when on stage. I don't put much faith in that hypnosis stuff, though," the Marine said.

"So you think all hypnosis is bunk?" I asked.

"Yeah. In fact, I was all set to go to that show myself, just to prove to my men that all Marines are not easy to hypnotize," the Marine answered, a hint of a smirk touching his lips.

"Would you mind if I hypnotized you, Sergeant?" I asked him innocently. (Okay, so it wasn't at all innocent. I had a plan. A sneaky plan. A sneaky and slightly evil plan. A sneaky and slightly evil and delicious plan. If I was right, I would shortly be turning the tables on this hunk and have him eating out of my hand, so to speak. If I was right. But first I had to set the stage.)

"What?" The Marine replied looking a bit dumbfounded.

"Well, since I've got just under an hour to kill until that door opens, and you're here anyway, I want to know if you would mind if I hypnotized you," I answered with a smile.

"You're not serious, sir," the Marine scoffed at me.

"I'm completely serious. So is that a yes or a no?" I responded.

"Well, yes, I guess, but I don't think it's going to work, sir," the Marine said with a smirk. "If you want to waste your time and make a fool of yourself, it's no skin off my nose, sir"

"Great! Well, you know that I cannot overpower you physically, so you're safe, Marine," I said calmly.

"Yeah, that's a safe bet. So what do I have to do?" The Marine asked. He was becoming curious about the hypnosis, and that was the door that I needed him to open, even just a tiny little crack. Just the little bit of cooperation he had shown was all I needed. Does that make me evil, dear reader? After all, I had not warned the Marine about what I wanted to do with him once I had him hypnotized. Usually I warn the guys ahead of time, and this time I didn't. Or have you forgotten, dear reader, that this was regular hypnosis, not super hypnosis? I would not, much as it pains me to admit it, be able to do whatever I wanted to with the Marine. He would not do anything that he really did not want to do.

(Attention readers. Do not attempt this on your own. If you do, you are most likely to wind up getting your butt kicked by a handsome Marine. While some guys might enjoy such an experience, I suspect that the majority of you would not enjoy getting pummelled by a Marine. Don't say I didn't warn you.)

"Stand comfortably with your feet a bit farther apart," I directed him,. The Marine shifted his weight from one leg to the other several times as he moved his legs a bit further apart until they were about shoulder width apart. I couldn't help but notice how that simple action caught my attention. It was fun to watch.

"That's fine. Oh before I forget, I'd like to thank you for doing this with me," I said as I held out my hand to him.

"What? You want to shake my hand again, sir?" The Marine asked clearly surprised by my action.

"Sure. Why not? You're not afraid to shake my hand are you? Do you think I have civilian cooties or something?" I asked with a grin.

"Fine, sir," the Marine said with a small grin, as he took my hand and shook it with a firm hard grip."You're a strange one, though, sir." I ignored his comment. I did not want him or myself distracted at this stage of the induction. To be honest though, this Marine was a distraction nonetheless. I had to keep my mind focused on the hypnotic induction and not become sidetracked by this handsome hunky young Marine stud.

"Now close your eyes as you continue to grip my hand firmly." The Marine raised his right eyebrow at me, silently questioning that request. "Go on, close your eyes, Sergeant. A bit strong guy like you, shouldn't have anything to fear about closing your eyes." I said with a soft chuckle. The Marine closed his eyes after shooting an 'I do not believe I am doing this' look at me, and smiled.

"Now imagine in your mind that there is a sunroof on the top of your head. Roll your eyes up in your sockets and try to look out the sunroof at the clear calm blue sky that is above your head. When you can imagine this, and when your eyes have rolled up in your sockets just nod your head," I instructed him. I struggled to keep the tremor of excitement out of my voice. I knew what was about to happen, if I was lucky. I'd find out in the next few seconds. If this didn't work, the worst thing that could happen is that I'd be disappointed, which was a lot better than getting beaten up by a Marine.

I waited for a few seconds and watched the Marine's face closely as he rolled his eyes up in his sockets. Just as he nodded his head, I yanked his arm towards me and in a strong downward motion as I yelled out "Sleep now!" in a loud commanding clear voice.

The Marine dropped like a sack of potatoes. (I knew it! I knew this would happen! It was all I could do not to jump up and down yelling 'YES' at the top of my lungs. If I did that, though, he'd most likely snap right out of the hypnotic state he had just dropped into. We would not want that to happen, would we, dear reader?) He toppled forward following the motion of the yank of his right arm, and then his knees buckled and he fell forward as he crumpled in front of me. Instinctively I reached out and caught him and did my best to carefully lower him to the floor of the room. He was a big man at least 6 feet tall and probably just over 220 pounds, all of that being firm hard muscle. He was much like Andy only not as cute. (Yes, dear reader, no one is as cute as Andy. Of course I'm not exactly objective about that.) A few heartbeats later the Marine was lying on the floor on his right side, his head pillowed on his right arm, and his left arm draped down the front of his body. His legs were lying slightly bent at the knee and the hip as if he were half way rising out of a chair. His left leg was slightly behind his right leg. All in all the Marine looked kind of cute and more than a bit sexy lying on the floor like that. I didn't have time for more than a quick look at the Marine's limp collapsed and sexy body. I had other things to do.

I squatted down beside the Marine and softly spoke to him. "Going deeper and deeper, Sergeant. Feels so good to just go deeper and to let go more and more. Feels so wonderful. You're surprised, delighted and happy at how good you feel, and all you want to do is be a good Marine and go deeper and deeper for me. You're a good Marine and you deserve to go deeper and deeper with each word that I utter and each breath that you take." I was building upon his military experience to quickly deepen his trance. He was under and now the key was to deepen him as quickly as possible before he could think clearly and realize exactly what had just happened to him. I took a couple of breaths as I worked out what to say next.

"Marines are very special men, who have very special abilities, and you have proven that to me. Not just any man could follow orders and go so deep as you have. Your pride as a Marine is shining within you and building within you as you continue to follow your orders and go deeper and deeper, because the deeper you go the better you feel, and the better you feel the deeper you go," I said to the hypnotized Marine Sergeant lying relaxed on the floor at my feet. (If that's not a sight that would get you hard, dear reader, or at least get a rise out of you, then you need to see your doctor.)

The Marine smiled and sighed a few times. I smiled to myself. I had landed this fish. I wasn't quite finished yet though. "If you want to go even deeper, Sergeant, just nod your head for me," I told him. The Marine nodded his head almost immediately. "Very good, Sergeant. When you hear me snap my fingers, this one time, you will start to count backward from twenty to zero, by ones, slowly and easily. With each and every descending number you will feel yourself moving slowly into a safe area of your mind where you can let yourself continue to go deeper and let go more and more and empty your mind of every thought except the desire, want and need to go deeper. When you are ready to do this, just say 'yes'. You'll find it so easy to respond the deeper you go." The stage was set for the final few acts needed to take this Marine very deep into ordinary hypnosis. I was pleased with myself, in that my regular hypnosis skilled had not atrophied over the years.

"Yes ,sir," the Marine said a few seconds later. I smiled and then snapped my fingers close to the Marine's left ear.

"Twenty, sir." The Marine said in a soft but clear voice.

I carefully started to examine the Marine as I listened to him count. (You expected me NOT to do that, dear reader? Get real!) He was lying on his right side as I'd mentioned earlier.

"Nineteen, sir", said the Marine.

Yes, the curl of his legs pulled those sexy uniform pants tight across his buttocks, at least his left buttock. Oh, what a site that was.

"Eighteen, sir," counted the Marine.

For a few seconds I contemplated what I could do with this hunky deliciously sexy hypnotized Marine. I had naughty thoughts. Oh yes I had very naughty thoughts.

"Seventeen, sir." The count continued.

I also didn't have the time to do more than think naughty thoughts. (All together now, dear readers. DAMN IT!) His left arm and hand were draped across his chest.

"Sixteen, sir."

His hat was still on the table somewhere. leaving his head exposed and showing his crew cut medium brown hair. His face was calm and serene. "You're doing very well, Sergeant. Continue the count and follow the numbers down deeper and deeper. Even the soothing steady sound of my voice helps you to let go, and to go deeper and more relaxed and comfortable, Sergeant," I said. It was important to keep the Marine aware that I was still in the room and directing his trance. If this had been super hypnosis I would not have needed to monitor the Marine so closely.

"Fifteen, sir."

I studied that magnificent chest for a few seconds at least long enough to determine his breathing was deep and rhythmic. In short he was deeply hypnotized. Or he was asleep for real. Right now either was fine with me.

"Fourteen, sir."

I smiled to myself. I had definitely not lost my touch by any means. I licked my lips in anticipation of what was to come, shortly. (Not WHO was to cum, dear reader. Yes, that nasty mind of yours thinks along the same thoughts as mine, doesn't it?) My evil plan had worked exactly as I'd hoped. I had hypnotized this slightly arrogant Marine and I was taking him deeper by the second.

"Thirteen, sir."

"Deeper and deeper, Sergeant. You're following your orders, just as you should," I said encouraging him.

"Twelve, sir." The Marine nodded his head in silent agreement with my words. At least I hoped he was agreeing with them. There was no way to be 100% sure since I couldn't scan his mind. I forced that unsettling thought out of my mind and returned my concentration on what was happening in front of me.

"Eleven, sir."

I had forgotten how attractive it can be to watch a handsome man count himself deeper into hypnosis. I decided to just watch him do his count and drop in a few encouraging comments when it seemed necessary. He had such a strangely boyish face for a Sergeant. He looked old enough to shave, but just barely. I found it difficult to believe that he was in fact a Sergeant.

"Ten, sir."

His body seems to be even more relaxed and comfortable, which was fine with me. "The deeper you go, Sergeant, the better you feel, and the better you feel the deeper you go. Always going deeper, always feeling better." I said.

"Yes, going deeper, feeling better," the Marine said clearly. He let out a soft sigh. His lips curved into a small smile and he sighed a second time. For a moment or two I thought he wasn't going to continue with the count.

"Nine, sir."

When hypnosis works with a willing subject, it can be more thrilling that you can possibly imagine. I'm not talking about the erotic aspects, dear reader. I am referring to the profound joy I feel when a man has willingly surrendered, or seemed to surrender, himself to me. To know that this powerful man was going to do nearly anything I asked of him, caused a shudder of anticipation to run up and down my spine. It was like old times. Like the first time I'd ever done hypnosis with Steven Stokes. The thrill was back, and I had forgotten what it had felt like.