The Coffee Shop Pt. 05

"You seem to be at attention in more ways than one, Sergeant," I said to him, as I flicked my eyes downward for a second and then looked back up at him.

"Sir, yes, sir!" He replied as a slow bright red blush crept up from the base of his neck and covered his entire face. For a few seconds his ears were bright red, and I thought that steam might start coming out from them. To say that he was embarrassed at his erotic reaction to going into hypnosis, was a gross understatement. I firmly squashed the smile that tried to come to my lips. The Sergeant didn't need to see me smirking at him.

"Your reaction to being hypnotized is not at all uncommon, Sergeant. It is nothing to be concerned about. Many men, both gay and straight get hard when I hypnotize them. For some reason you find the process of being hypnotized and feeling controlled to be a big turn on," I said in an effort to reassure the Sergeant.

The Sergeant didn't say anything. He stood there at attention. His lack of response to my words was a little bit unnerving. I wondered if he'd even heard what I said and understood it. "Please step out from behind the coffee table Sergeant and stand in the center of the living room, facing me," I said to him.

"Sir, yes sir," Sergeant. replied, as he snappily turned to his left and walked away from me. Oh, yes, I had a wonderful view of that Marine butt of his in those Dress Blues Class C dress pants. Those two button flap pockets lay flat against his big beautiful buttocks. If only there was a nice big wallet bulge in one of those pockets, but it seemed I was out of luck. Well, one can't have everything. The Sergeant carried out my instructions flawlessly as he came out from behind the coffee table.

"Just continue to go deeper Sergeant Dan. That's all you have to do is follow my words and continued to go deeper Sergeant Dan. It's so very easy to keep doing that because it feels so good Sergeant. Feels wonderful to be standing there at attention with a rock hard cock thrusting out into the front of your uniform pants making them feel tighter and so much more sexy. You can't stop the moans that start to tumble out of your mouth because you feel so good Sergeant Dan."

The Marine Sergeant moaned a few times as soon as I finished speaking. "Each time you moan with delight Sergeant you go deeper. And the deeper you go into hypnosis Sergeant the more you want to moan as the pleasure builds in your mind and your body. Isn't it amazing how easy it is to for you just to let go Sergeant, and surrender to your desire, your want, your need to go into hypnosis? Because deep down Sergeant you and I both know the truth. You truly want to be a good little hypnotized Marine Sergeant just for me. You want to let go and not have to worry about anything except following my orders."

"Sir, yes, sir! A good little hypnotized Marine Sergeant, sir!" Barked the Marine Sergeant. The enthusiasm in his voice was so sweet to hear. I knew that with the super hypnosis he would've agreed to all of this anyway, but that didn't diminish by one drop the sweetness and hearing that hunky sexy hypnotized Marine Sergeant agreed with me. But now I had to add in a few little guarantees of safety so as not to cause the Sergeant any psychological damage.

"You always have the option Sergeant Dan, to say no to any command or suggestion I may give you if for any reason it conflicts with your basic code of morals or ethics. No hypnotist can override that, not even me. So if I ordered or you to do something that you would consider disgracing the Marine Corps, you would not do it. If that perfectly clear, Sergeant?" I asked.

"Crystal clear Sir!" Sergeant barked back at me. For just as half a second I saw the corners of his mouth twitch as if he were trying to suppress a grin, and succeeding admirably.

"Sergeant, I suspect you're very experienced with commanding men and taking charge any situation you found yourself in . Would that be an accurate statement?" I asked.

"Sir, yes, sir," the Sergeant replied.

"So since you are obviously used to being the dominant male as it were, I suspect that part of you is wondering why you're going so deep into hypnosis and why it seems to be so easy for you. I'd be surprised if part of you isn't a little concerned about this development. It's really quite simple. Like police officers and other branches of the military, Marines are well trained to respond to authority figures. In other words they know how to take orders. What I have very quickly managed to do is to convince your subconscious and by doing that also convince your conscious mind that I am a dominant male and thus you feel inclined because of your Marine training to follow my orders, especially when you realize how much pleasure it brings you. It is also not at all uncommon for someone in an authority position to secretly want the situation to be turned around 180°. In other words for that dominant person who is always in charge, to not to have to be in charge anymore, and let someone else take up the load of leadership and command." I paused for a few breaths to let my words sink into the Marine's mind. A few seconds later I continued.

"At this point I make you the same promise I make all the guys I work with. I will always treat you with respect and dignity. I will never give you a suggestion that will cause you any embarrassment or humiliation in any way shape or form. In your case Sergeant, I will make a special effort to always treat you with dignity and respect. For all that you do, serving your country, putting your life at risk, the very least I can do is to treat you with the respect and dignity due the uniform that you wear."

"Sir, thank you, sir," the Marine Sergeant replied a few seconds of silence. The slightly confused look on his face suggested that he was searching for how best to respond to my words.

"At ease, Sergeant," I ordered him. The Marine Sergeant complied instantly. His entire body relaxed as he shifted his legs so that he was standing with his feet about a half a meter apart, and his hands were clasped loosely behind his back, with his arms handing down loose and relaxed. "Now how about coming over here and giving me a big warm hug, as a way of thanking me for hypnotizing you?" I prompted him, as I stood up and moved so that I was standing in front of him.

Imagine the joy I felt as those big beefy arms wrapped themselves about my torso, as that Marine Sergeant gave me a big bear hug. He pulled me right up against his body, so that I could feel his rock hard cock digging into my left thigh. (Of course that was a completely innocent accident, dear reader. I NEVER intended that to happen. If you believe that, I know of a money making project that you can do at home on your computer, that will let you earn $50,000 a week.) That rock hard cock digging into my thigh felt great. My own cock responded in kind, after only fifteen seconds or so. The Sergeant let out a long low moan at that point. I didn't ask him if it was because of his cock digging into my thigh, or my cock pressing into his thigh. It didn't seem important, at the time, to ask such a question. Slowly I moved my arms up and returned the hug that this big beefy Marine was giving me. I slowly increased the pressure of my hug until it was as strong as I could make it. I did not want to frighten the Marine. I didn't know if he was gay or not, and straight guys usually get uncomfortable when a guy hugs them. The odds were that the Marine was straight, so super hypnotized or not, it was prudent for me to go slowly and carefully.

After about five minutes the Sergeant broke our embrace. I stepped away from him and just looked at him. He was standing there with a self-satisfied smirk on his face as if he'd accomplished something secret that I didn't know about. He enjoyed giving me a hug probably as much as I'd been joy hugging him. We both knew our cocks agreed on that point, as they had made their intentions perfectly clear. Now I had to drop a bombshell on him before we could proceed. Sometimes I get tired of going through this routine, but experience had shown me that it was best to get these considerations dealt with before proceeding.

"Thank you, Sergeant. You're one good looking man and an impressive physical specimen. Now that you know you can't be made to do anything against your true nature I think it's time to mention that I happen to be gay. Frankly it's too bad you're not gay," I told him with just a twinge of worry in the back of my mind. His reaction in the next few seconds would largely determine the course of this hypnosis session. If the Sergeant was homophobic, the session would be terminated immediately. Otherwise, we might be able to have a little fun. That is to say I'd be able to have a little fun with a Marine Sergeant which was a long time fantasy of mine. The seconds dragged by as I waited for a response. I was actually holding my breath anticipating the Sergeant's response.

"If you don't ask, I won't tell, sir," The Sergeant said and grinned at me.

"I don't believe this" I commented as I shook my head in disbelief and started to breathe again. I flicked my eyes down to the front of the Sergeants uniform pants and that cock bulge of his looked like it was even bigger than before. My cock had become rock hard upon my hearing the Sergeant's declaration. At least one of us was happy. I had to think for a minute, which is not easy when one has an erection. (As Robin Williams once said 'God gave you a penis and a brain and only enough blood to run one at a time'.) The Sergeant and I were both gay and clearly he was enjoying his hypnosis session with me. This had already become sexual in nature, so the question is how far would it go. My relationship with Andy forbid me from taking things too far. There were a few areas I could explore without threatening my relationship with Andy.

"I'm curious about something Sergeant. That uniform fits you very well especially the uniform pants. The uniform pants kind of clinging to your butt and with your rock hard cock Sergeant you're really showing off your assets if you know what I mean. Do you have a wallet Sergeant? If so, why don't you carry it in one of the pockets of your uniform pants?" I was eager to learn the answers to these questions since I'd always wondered about this.

"Of course I have a wallet Sir," the Marine replied looking at me as if I asked a really dumb question. "The bulge of the wallet would detract from the snappy sharp appearance of this Marine in uniform and so I don't carry it in any of my pants pockets, Sir."

"I see, Sergeant. Sounds to me like Marines are darn proud of how they look in uniform," I commented.

"We're friggin' proud of how we look in our uniforms Sir. It's part of being in the Marine Corps, Sir," Sergeant replied with obvious pride in his voice, as he snapped to attention. I had not ordered him to come to attention. He did it on his own.

"You do look great Sergeant. You have every reason to be proud of how you look in your uniform. Where do you carry your wallet, if you wouldn't mind telling me?" I asked as my curiosity had been piqued.

"Of course I wouldn't mind telling you Sir. Did you forget I'm your little hypnotized Marine Sergeant, Sir?" The Sergeant said with a grin, as he relaxed and stood at ease. "I keep my wallet tucked away down the inside of my right sock, Sir." With that the Sergeant bent over pulled up his right pant leg to about mid calf and turned his leg outward so I could see the huge bulge of his wallet in his right sock. (Damn! He was in front of me or I would have seen that delectable derrière of his with those uniform pants pulled snugly over both bulging hemispheres.) From where I stood it seemed like a pretty big and thick wallet. After a few seconds the Sergeant lowered his right pant leg and stood up to face me.

"Feeling submissive and obedient, Sergeant?" I barked out at him hoping to catch him off guard.

"Kind of, I guess, Sir," the Sergeant answered doubtfully. The expression on his face suggested that he thought he was merely going along with my suggestions to humour me. He needed more proof that he was my little hypnotized Marine Sergeant, and I was more than happy to oblige him.

"You're a lot more submissive and obedient than you might realize Sergeant," I told him.

"I don't know about that Sir. After all you did say I could always say no to anything you tell me," Sergeant countered as if he were starting to fight my control. Maybe he was putting up some resistance, but it was a token resistance at best. He'd come to realize that, soon enough.

"You'll be amazed at just what you won't say no to, Sergeant. You may not realize it but I've seen the signs that deep down you to trust me a lot and that a part of you wants to explore just how much you can be controlled especially by a civilian," I told him.

"If you say so Sir," The Sergeant said with strong doubt in his voice. He shot me a look that said I-am-not-buying-this-line-of-bull.

Oh, I was going to love this. I had just come up with the perfect way to convince the Sergeant of my control over him and to get a sexual thrill the same time. (You expected anything less of me, dear reader? You should know me better than that by now.) A sexual thrill for the both of us, to boot. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly as I took a few moments to organize my thoughts.

"A minute or so after I finish talking, you'll want to take that nice wallet of yours Sergeant and put it in whatever pants pocket you would normally carry it in, if you were wearing civilian clothes. As you carry out these instructions Sergeant you'll discover how good it feels to surrender to my control and your cock will become even harder. As you slip that wallet in your pants pocket you'll start to moan uncontrollably, because of the pleasure carrying out my commands gives you. When your wallet is in whichever pocket you choose to put it in, you'll feel yourself letting go completely, melting away into my power can control. You'll find it very easy to express how you feel, and what you want to do for me. You won't care that your wallet is in pocket of your uniform pants, because the feelings it causes in your uniform pants will be too strong and too powerful for you to resist. As you feel the material in your uniform pants pulled tighter across your butt, and your thighs and your crotch, and especially across your hard stiff cock, you'll moan. The moans will get louder and stronger when you feel your cock start to throb with joy as your uniform pants seem to become tighter and more snug around your cock, ass, thighs and crotch. Those wonderful feeling will bring you so much pleasure it will enhance your feeling of being controlled by me and you'll just melt into my power and control. You'll love every single solitary second of surrendering totally to me." I spoke clearly but quickly to the Marine. I didn't bother to ask the Sergeant if he understood, as that was a given. His attention was focused on my voice to the exclusion of anything else. Super hypnosis works that way, as I well knew.

Sergeant Dan looked at me for a few seconds before he spoke. He shook his head as if he was clearing it of cobwebs. I had thrown so many instructions at him that it seemed to have overloaded him for a few seconds. He took a deep breath and let it out, before he turned to address me.

"No fucking way, Sir!" The Sergeant snapped at me. "Marines don't fall for tricks like that. I may be gay, but I'm a Marine first and there is no way I'm going to do that to my uniform. You're nuts, sir!" He was starting to get upset. Normally such a series of suggestions, which the subject objected to would have snapped a subject of out hypnosis, but as I mentioned before, this was not ordinary hypnosis. This was super hypnosis, and this Marine Sergeant was caught like a fly in a spider's web. Oddly enough, though, it was a web of his own choosing. He had come to me, remember. I had not even suggested during that first hypnosis session with him that he should come over tonight for a session. He'd enjoyed his first session with me, and he wanted more, which was understandable. Hypnosis can be a bit addictive, especially if the subject is sexually stimulated during the first hypnosis session.

At this point Sergeant Dan probably thought he had awakened himself out of hypnosis. I knew better. He might be voicing objections to his instructions but he was compelled to carry them out nevertheless. He just didn't realize it, yet. This was going exactly as planned. Planned by him and his subconscious, not by me. Okay, yes, I admit it. I did plan some of this, but only after he came over for a second session. I didn't set this up, from the beginning though. I just took advantage of the opportunity presented to me.

I had already noticed the pattern this evening that Sergeant Dan had presented. He would claim one thing, such as he did not want to do anything silly, but his physical reaction, his cock becoming stiff, would dispute that statement. It would be interesting to see how the Sergeant explained his actions over the next few minutes.

The Sergeant turned around and walked a few paces away from me. Damn, he had a hot ass in those Marine uniform pants! My jeans suddenly felt unusually snug. It was a good feeling, though. He turned back and looked at me, saying not a word. I waited with baited breath for my super hypnosis commands to take effect.

"Something the matter, Sergeant Dan?" I asked innocently.

Sergeant Dan shot m a dirty look, before he answered. "You know darn well what the matter is, sir. I told you before that I would not do what you told me to do, and I meant it. I know that you're waiting for me to follow my orders, like a good little hypnotize Marine, but that is not going to happen, sir. I'm not longer a good little hypnotized Marine." The Sergeant thrust his jaw out at me as he spoke, emphasizing his point. He crossed his arms in front of that massive muscular chest of his and glared at me defiantly for a minute or so.

I silently nodded my head at him, as If I agreed with his statement.

"I have to admit though, that I can understand why you'd want to see my wallet in my uniform pants," the Sergeant said. "I'm sure many gay guys would enjoy seeing a site like that. Still it is nothing that I would ever do in public." The Sergeant was talking to me as if he was debating about carrying out my instructions. Wisely, I kept my mouth shut and just nodded my head again.

The Sergeant sighed a few times as he continued looking at me. The silence was a wee bit uncomfortable. The air was pregnant with expectation. I stood there and waited. I wasn't going to give him an argument about carrying out my instructions. It wasn't necessary. He was going to carry them out, as soon as he came up with a justification in his own mind for doing so. (Between you and me, dear reader, this is one of the most enjoyable aspects of super hypnosis. Seeing how a subject justifies carrying out the instructions he has been given.)

"Well, since we are alone, I guess I could put my wallet in my back pocket, just so that you can see what it looks like," the Sergeant said with clear reluctance in his voice. "But only for a minute or two. And no touching. Is that understood?" He glared at me again, as he spoke the last few words. Defiant to the end.

"Crystal clear, Sergeant. I would like to thank you in advance for doing this," I answered. "I respect The Corps, and as part of that respect I would never touch a Marine without his express permission."

"Fine. As long as we are clear on that point, sir," the Sergeant said as he quickly swatted down. (Damn it! He was facing towards me so I could not see that hot Marine butt of his as the material of those uniform pants were stretched across his buttocks. Ah, that would change in a few more minutes.) He quickly reached down with his right hand and lifted his right pant leg. His left hand snatched that big bulging wallet from his right sock, and the Sergeant quickly stood up. His left arm was raised and bent at the elbow so that his hand was floating an inch or so below the level of his belt.