The Coffee Shop Pt. 05

"Here we go, sir," the Sergeant said as he reached back with his right hand towards his right buttock. I could not see what his right hand was doing. It wasn't necessary. I knew that he had to be unbuttoning that right back pocket of his uniform pants. The Sergeant took in a sudden short gasp of air as his right hand did its work. A look of surprise jumped onto his face for a second or two. The Sergeant took in a deep breath and let it out slowly as he brought his right hand back in front of him and held just below the level of his belt. His face took on a slightly blank expression as he transferred his wallet from his left hand to his right hand. His right hand disappeared behind him, his wallet securely held.

"Oh," the Sergeant gasped a second later, as his face went completely blank. A soft moan followed a second later. The Sergeant gulped once and then a steady stream of moans started to pour out of his mouth. The blank expression on his face gradually melted into a dreamy far away look. The Sergeant's right arm and hand had finished their task. The Sergeant's arms were now hanging loose and limp at his side, though I doubt he was aware of that fact. As expected the Sergeant's moans became louder. I was happy to note that the front bulge in the Sergeant's uniform pants became a bit larger and more noticeable.

"What? What are you doing to me sir?" The Sergeant cried out after a few more loud moans.

"Exactly what I said I would, Sergeant," I answered cryptically.

"What the hell? No. This. This is wrong," the Sergeant cried out. "I. I'm a Marine. You. You can't do this to me." The moans had stopped, surprisingly. I had not expected this.

"I can, and I am, Sergeant," I declared. "Do you want me to stop now? I will stop, if you want me to." (Yes, dear reader, I was playing with the Sergeant like a cat plays with a mouse. Yes, it was wrong. Yes it was a bit evil. As I said before, dear reader, I'm no angel.)

"Yes. No, I mean no," the Sergeant answered, the dreamy look on his face was gone, replaced by one of concern.

"Which is it, Sergeant?" I asked him. If he really wanted to stop I would. Mind you, I'd be in a really grumpy mood for the rest of the evening.

"No. Stop. Stop this now," the Sergeant said choking out the words, between moans.

"Fine. All you have to do is remove your wallet from the right back pocket of your uniform pants Sergeant and this will all stop. You will be out of hypnosis and back to normal, if you can do this." I told him. (This is what would happen, dear reader. The Sergeant was under my super hypnotic control at this time so these were super hypnotic commands I was giving him.) "Can you do that, Sergeant, or is your desire for the pleasure and joy of being my good little hypnotized Marine too strong for you to resist?"

The Sergeant gulped once, as if he was gathering his will power for a maximum effort.

"Go ahead and try, Sergeant," I prompted him. He nodded his head.

The Sergeant moved his right hand and arm up slowly towards the back of his right hip. His right arm and hand stopped after a few moments. I waited a few more moments but they did not seem to be moving. The dreamy look was back on his face. He moaned a few times, and the dreamy look on his face intensified.

"What are your right hand and arm doing, Sergeant?" I asked him.

"Resting on the big bulge of my wallet, sir," he answered simply. "It feels good to feel my wallet in the back pocket of my pants, sir. I never thought it would feel this good." He moaned a few times.

"Well, if you're not going to take out your wallet, Sergeant, let your arms rest by your side," I told him.

"Yes, sir," the Sergeant answered. A few seconds later his right arm and hand were once again handing limply by his right side. A few more moans and the Sergeant's body was looking relaxed as well.

"Go ahead and tell me how you feel, Sergeant. Physically and mentally. The purpose of my hypnotizing you is not to control you Sergeant, but to help you experience pleasure and deep relaxation," I told him. (Yes, I lied, dear reader. Get off my case.)

The Sergeant moaned a few more times before he licked his lips and began to speak.

"My pants are so snug and sexy, sir. My wallet makes them so tight across my buttocks and my crotch. My cock is so hard it's making my pants even tighter, sir. Oh god, my cock has never felt this hard before sir," said the Sergeant. He paused for a few seconds before he continued to speak. "My mind is so calm and empty, sir. It's like I don't have a care in the world. I really like this, sir. It's fantastic, sir."

"And what do you most want to do right now, Sergeant?" I asked him. Here was the key point that I had been working towards the entire evening. Getting to this point was easy, as far as the super hypnosis was concerned. Getting the Sergeant to believe that the decision to go here was his, had been the difficult part. I don't like forcing such a situation on the guys I hypnotize, even if it is a relatively easy event to arrange. I much prefer to have them agree to it, as it is psychologically better for them, and it means I have fewer, if any, memories to adjust later.

"I want to be your good little hypnotized Marine, sir. I want to carry out your orders, sir," the Sergeant answered.

It was not quite the answer I had been looking for. "Provided that an order I give you is not illegal, and is not contrary to your morals, your ethics, your duty as a Marine, or a philosophy of the Corps, you now agree to carry out my orders to you. Is that correct, Marine?" I asked.

"Sir! Yes, sir!" Barked the Sergeant his face breaking out into a stern on duty look. A few seconds later he moaned and his face melted back into that dreamy look. Wherever he was in his mind, he was happy to be there. In the back of my mind I knew that I would have some explaining to do, when I terminated the Marine's trance. He might be hypnotized and hunky, but he wasn't stupid.

"I can touch you now, can't I, Sergeant?" I asked him.

"I wish you would, sir! I want to feel your hands on my Marine body. This Marine is here for you, sir. I am your Marine toy, to use as you see fit sir. I would prefer not to stain or mess up my uniform, sir, but I will do so if ordered by you, sir," the Sergeant said with a grin.

"You are really getting into this surrender, submit and serve aspect of being hypnotized, Sergeant," I said casually. "It pleases me greatly."

"Sir! Yes, sir!" Barked the Sergeant. The entire time he had been speaking he had continued to stare at me. The glassy look had never completely left his eyes. He might have protested about going under, but he had never left the super hypnosis state. Now I could finally have some fun.

"Feels so good to submit to my control, doesn't it Sergeant?" I coaxed him.

"Oh yes sir!" The Sergeant agreed with a big smile. He moaned as soon as he spoke. I saw a shudder run down his body as the Sergeant spoke.

"Now just imagine you feel my hands running over your clothed body, exploring how your uniform fits. Then imagine my warm firm fingers moving over the bulge in your back pocket, and stroking that big bulge in the front of your uniform pants, Sergeant," I prompted him.

"Oh yes, sir I want that, sir!" The Sergeant responded. His enthusiastic response was a delightful to hear.

Now who am I to turn down such a request from a handsome hypnotized hunk of a Marine? Yes, I'm so selfless in my support of those cute gay men who serve their country. I walked over to the that hypnotized Marine and looked him dead in the eye. "I am going to start now Sergeant." The Sergeant nodded his head a few times and licked his lips.

I raised my arms and hands up and gently brushed the fingertips of my right hand across the Sergeant's forehead. He sighed softly. This was a good beginning. I let my hands wander slowly down the Marine's face, lightly brushing his lips with my fingertips. He moaned loudly several times as my fingertips traced the curve of his lips, for a few heartbeats. My hands and fingers continued their journey down his face, to his chin and then his neck. The material of that khaki shirt was warm and soft to the touch. The shirt collar fit snugly around the Marine's muscular neck, with the uniform tie placed exactly in the center of the shirt. My hands found their way down that muscled chest, following the tie all the way from the knot at the neck to the pointy tip that dangled just above the belt buckle.

The tie lay flat against the Marine's chest, held in place by the gold tie clip that was aligned with the two button flap chest pockets on the shirt. Only the soft rhythmic rise and fall of the Marine's chest disturbed the sanctity of that khaki tie lying against that long sleeved khaki shirt. As my hands moved out and about, over his chest and stomach, the Marine moaned a few more times. A soft 'yes' escaped from his lips several times as I made sure to thoroughly explore the front of that shirt. My hands did not dip below the belt line. I was willing to wait a bit longer before heading down south. Anticipation is the key, dear reader. Drawing out the experience slowly was an ever so sweet delight. I had done this sort of thing enough times to be very good at it, and I used my skills to their fullest. The shudder that ran down the length of the Sergeant's body was testament to my skill and the Sergeant's enjoyment.

The belt was securely fastened about the Sergeant's waist, as a few strong tugs on the belt confirmed. My fingers were more than happy to wrap themselves about that khaki leather belt. My hands were very pleased to exert some effort and give a few tugs on that belt. I wasn't trying to remove the belt, I was just playing with the Marine Sergeant. (You expected me NOT to play with him? Get real, dear reader. This was WHY he was here in the first place. Remember, I did not invite him over, nor suggest that he come over. It was all his idea.)

"Oh yes, sir," The Sergeant moaned out as he felt me tug on his belt a few more times.

I don't know what exactly he was saying 'yes' to, but I was too busy with my own concerns to divert my attention. My eager hands wanted to continue their exploration of that hot Marine body. I let them. My hands wandered down past the belt and onto the front of those sexy Dress Blue class C uniform pants. My hands bumped into each other and moved over and across each other as I ran them over every inch of the front of those pants. The front pockets didn't seem to have much if anything in them. I did note a rather large and long bulge in the front of those pants running down along the right side. (Three guesses what that might have been dear reader, and the first two guesses don't count. Here's a clue. I was fairly certain it was not a kielbasa sausage, although it did seem large enough to pass for one.)

"Oh fuck, sir," the Sergeant moaned loudly as the fingers of my left hand danced over that big hard fabric covered cock of his, caressing it ever so gently and firmly. The Sergeant shuddered once or twice as I did a thorough job of inspecting the front of his uniform pants. I took my time, believe me. I glanced upward a few times during my exploratory mission, and noted that the Sergeant's eyes were tightly closed, and that dreamy expression remained glued to his face. I pressed down firmly on that stiff hard cock, a few times. Each time I did, the Sergeant cried out with pleasure. They were animal moans of pleasure and not words.

After five minutes of fondling and groping his still concealed cock as well as the front of his body, with an occasional caress of his stomach and chest, I decided to move on to the main course as it were, with a slight detour first. Placing my hands on his flat sexy tummy I slowly moved my hands around his body on the right side, keeping my hands above the belt, until I reached the small of his back. My eyes feasted on those two beautiful buttocks which were now directly in front of me, while my hands moved all over the Sergeant's lower back. I admit I did not spend more than a minute or two running my hands over his lower and upper back, so I guess I did not give those parts of his body as much attention as I should have. Can you blame me though. I'm a butt man, and that hot Marine butt was right in front of me. It was like being expected to finish all your veggies when someone puts a big piece of pecan pie in front of you. (If you don't like pecan pie, then substitute your favourite dessert, dear reader, and you will get my meaning I'm sure.)

I shuddered and moaned as my hands finally dipped below the uniform belt and my hot eager fingers began to move over that big beefy beautiful butt. The Sergeant moaned a few times too. The left back pocket was empty, but that big bulging wallet sure made the right back pocket look even bigger and more sexy. The material was soft and warm. It was heavenly. I took my time and ran my hands over each buttock slowly, and evenly, checking every inch of the material for any sign of a hole, tear or wear. I was merely addressing my concern that the Marine looked sharp in his uniform, and from all possible angles. (You have to admit that sounds a lot more classy, dear reader, than saying I was fondling and groping that Marine butt for all I was worth.) I pressed down firmly on the butt cheeks a few times, which only solicited a few moans from the Sergeant. I pressed down firmly with the index finger of my right hand, as I traced the seam of those pants that ran in between those two butt cheeks. The Sergeant moaned a bit louder. That wasn't the response I wanted, so I pressed down and inward as hard as I could.

"Fuck yes, sir!" Cried the Sergeant as he felt my finger trying to probe between his butt checks. His entire body shuddered for a second or two with the force of his cry. I clamped both hands on those butt cheeks and gave them my biggest and hardest squeeze.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" The Sergeant cried out as his brain was bombarded with waves of erotic pleasure. I didn't even have to suggest that would be the case. The Sergeant was already there. I continued my groping and grabbing of the Sergeant's butt for another delightful ten minutes. I never realized that a man could groan and moan almost continuously for ten minutes. Of course when I probed between his buttocks a few more times he cried out loud again and again. Each time he was a bit louder and big more enthusiastic, let us say. He did complement me on my probing efforts, at least I chose to interpret the words that he cried out while I was probing between his buttocks with my fingers, as complimentary.

I so enjoyed those ten minutes. There was nothing like having a good piece of ass to play with, to make my day. When it was the beefy beautiful butt of a Marine, whose happens to be wearing those sinfully sexy Dress Blue class C uniform pants, well, so much the better. (I suppose I could force myself to make due with a motorcycle cop, dear reader if I had to, but that is a whole other story for some other time.) If kidnapping were not against the law, I'd write Santa Clause every year asking him to bring me a new Marine, with a red bow tie on the top of the Marine's cover. It might be hard to get a Marine in his toy bag, but that would be Santa's problem, not mine.

After ten minutes I decided to take it to the next stage. (As difficult as it may be to believe, dear reader, one can caresses and fondle a Marine butt, for only so long.)

"Deeper and harder, Sergeant. Harder and deeper," I encouraged him, not that he needed my encouragement. I had to say something to him, though.

"Fuck yes!" The Sergeant cried out in between moans.

"The touch of my hands on your body is magical. You can't help but feel yourself going deeper into hypnosis. Feeling more and more controlled by me, Sergeant. Soon and very soon indeed, you'll realize that you are completely under my control, which down deep is what you really want. Soon you will come to know and accept that I am in total command of your mind and your body, and you wouldn't have it any other way. But this only applies when I hypnotize you, Sergeant," I told him as I continued to play with his ass, to my everlasting delight.

"Oh God! Oh, fuck! Your touch! So strong!" The Sergeant blurted out a few seconds later. "Can't help it. Must obey you, sir. Feels so fucking good to obey you, sir. Anything you want, sir. Any fucking thing you want, sir." He moaned a few more times, and leaned his body into me as he tried to push my probing fingers deeper in between his buttocks.

"What about the Corps, Sergeant?" I asked him. I don't know why I asked that question. It was a spur of the moment impulsive action.

"Fuck the Corps!" He cried out. "Better yet, sir, fuck me sir!" The Sergeant suddenly fell forward and dropped so that he was on his hands and knees. He lowered his torso as he crossed his arms on the floor in front of him. He rested his head on his arms and turned his face to the right. Now this was a most promising as well as unexpected development. His butt was sticking up in the air at roughly a forty-five degree angle and those Dress Blue class C uniform pants were pulled even more tightly across his buttocks. With that big thick wallet of his nested in the right back pocket of those uniform pants, the pants were pulled even more tightly across that muscular Marine backside. The seams of those pants must have been under incredible strain. Frankly, I was surprised that the pants seam down the center, the seam that my fingers were currently fondling, did not split right there and then. (I've mentioned it before. Yes, there IS a God.)

"Fuck me, sir, please! Fuck my Marine ass, good and hard, sir! Take this Marine and make him yours, sir!" He cried out as he knelt there on the floor in front of me. "Please sir, take my pants down, or order me to do it, so that you can hump my ass, my hot and hungry ass, sir! I want to feel your powerful cock filling me completely and making me blow my load! Oh God, Sir! Do it now, Sir! Fuck my brains out, Sir! I want to be your mind fucked jarhead Marine, Sir!"

Oh, dear! I'd gone a bit too far. Boy, was that an understatement! The Sergeant had gone way past the point of letting me control him. He was willing to surrender totally to me. He wanted me to use him like some cheap whore and screw his brains out. I had never intended to force myself on the Marine, or to have hot and heavy man sex with him. Nor any type of man sex with him, for that matter. I reserved that privilege for Andy. I'd have to back pedal my way out of this sticky situation. I know that there are many of you out there, dear readers, who are going to be upset that I would not taken the Sergeant up on his kind offer. What can I say? I AM married to Andy, remember? My promise to Andy has to mean something, doesn't it? This is one of those times, dear reader, when my super hypnotic abilities can backfire on me.

I had to give the Sergeant relief of some kind, but not with me. I looked about the room, and as my gaze fell upon the sofa an idea popped into my mind. It was a bit crazy, and slightly on the weird side. It would do the job, so to speak, and both the Sergeant and I would find it interesting. (Yes, I am intentionally being vague and leading you on, dear reader. If I told you flat out what I had in mind, that would take all the mystery and fun out of the story.)

It was not easy to ignore that hard tight full bodied pants-straining-at-the-seams Marine ass that was only inches away from my fingers. It was with great difficulty that I kept my mind focused on the task at hand. I had to figuratively grit my teeth and do it. "Stay right where you are, Sergeant. I will return in a few moments," I said in a firm hard voice.