2 comments/ 15942 views/ 7 favorites The Coffee Shop Pt. 02 By: canadiancowboy II: Cowboys and Tuxedos. Disclaimer. The following story, is a work of fiction. The characters portrayed within are a work of fiction as well, and any resemblance to any person, living or dead is a coincidence and unintentional. Copyright 1998. This story is the property of the author, Canadian Cowboy (formerly known as Animal360). Any duplication, in whole or in part, is forbidden without the express written consent of the author, Canadian Cowboy. Author's Note. Although it is not necessary, you may wish to read The Coffee Shop for the full story of how Paul acquired his powers. Chapter 1: On With The Show. Time heals all wounds. It's an old saying, but true nevertheless. It took me about a year to finally get Steve and Jack out of my system and to let go of them completely. By that I mean that I didn't still see either of them in my mind's eye when I was with another man. Yes that is correct. Another man. I'm gay. But that is not what makes me special. I have been fortunate enough to have been given a rare gift, and to have encountered a skilled teacher who helped me to use that gift. To put it bluntly, I have the ability to 'super-hypnotize' people. I can control and influence a mind, and have the person do nearly anything that I want. I wasn't born this way exactly. The power was there, buried deep within me. It took another person to uncover it and help me develop it. Over the past two or three years as I've practiced and honed my skills I've had a lot of fun, some of it naughty, and most of it nice. I've also helped a lot of people. Helping people has been the easy part. Knowing when to let go of them, and to watch them walk out of my life has been difficult. It is the price I pay for being able to do what it is that I do. Every power has its price. That's another old saying which is true as well. "Enough of this wool gathering," I thought to myself. "I'm here to have a bit of fun, and to relax. Now let's see who we have here that might be interesting." I started to look around at the other people in the lobby. I wasn't looking for a particular person, just checking out the guys and seeing if any of them were cute or attractive. I was in the lobby of a theater, not a movie theater but a symphony house. Tonight was a scheduled performance of "Herman the Hypnotist". Not a very original title for a stage hypnotist show, but he had a reputation for putting on a good show. Frankly, I could use a laugh, but I wanted to add a few things to Herman's show. In particular, I wanted to insure that a few really good looking guys went onstage and went under. I could have just picked them out of the crowd myself and taken them away with me, but that wouldn't have been any fun. In fact, it probably would have been downright dangerous as it could easily have lead to some very serious complications. It was much more fun, and much safer, to just encourage them (okay 'command them') to go onstage, become hypnotized and see how they reacted. I continued to scan the room, but so far I hadn't seen anyone that really caught my eye. Sometimes I find three or four good looking guys and 'suggest' to them that they should be part of the show, and sometimes I strike out. I had been looking around very carefully for the last few minutes, sipping my coffee before the show started. I had given up hope, when I noticed what appeared to be the top of a cowboy hat cutting through the sea of peoples heads, like the fin of great white shark cutting through the surface of the water. A second hard look confirmed it. "Now this does raise some possibilities," I thought to myself. I looked around casually, trying to see where the hat was heading. I figured that it was probably to the bar, and a few seconds wait confirmed it. It is not an easy task, you know to be actively searching out a guy and trying to make eye contact with him, and not LOOK like you are trying to do that. I've gotten very good at it over the years, though, so this wasn't difficult. It was all a question of timing. "You need to pee, very badly in 15 seconds," I mentally said to the cowboy as I caught his eyes for a second or two. That's all I need now. Eye contact for just a second or two, to implant my commands in the average mind. More complex commands and multiple part commands take much longer, hence the need to get this cowboy somewhere with fewer distractions. It would also give me a chance to see what he looked like and if he really was interesting to me. I guess that I have a weakness for cowboys in general. The sight of a slim trim man in jeans, wearing a western style shirt, a cowboy hat, cowboy boots and a great big belt buckle is always a turn on for me. I don't really know why it turns me on, but it does. Then again, so does the sight of a good looking man in a suit & tie. Maybe I just have a wide taste in guys and clothes. I quickly but unobtrusively, positioned myself so that when the cowboy headed for the men's room he would pass right beside me, allowing me a good look at him both coming and going. (One has to plan these things out you know, otherwise it could result in a waste of effort and time.) He was the jackpot of the evening. Coming towards me I saw a slim and trim man, wearing pale blue jeans that were clean and neat being held up by a plain brown leather belt with a gold and silver belt buckle. The buckle was somewhat larger than normal but not massively large, and it had a gold eagle on a plain silver background with a what appeared to be a rope border in gold again. All in all a very nice buckle. His shirt was plain blue denim, several shades darker than his jeans. My eyes traveled up the front of his shirt, which encased a nice torso and chest. Not muscular, but very well in proportion to the rest of his body. His shirt was close fitting but not at all tight. It allowed him a good range of movement. Quickly my eyes moved on to his face, and meet briefly with a pair of sea colored blue-green eyes, separated by a powerful Roman nose, that matched the firm square jaw, strong cheeks and firm tight mouth that comprised the rest of his face. I had to look carefully and quickly to see that his raven black hair was cut very short at the back and that it was a complete contrast to the soft white Stetson hat that was perched on his head. He moved gracefully, as he walked by me and headed to the men's room. I waited a few seconds before following him. From the back he was as good looking as the front. (Okay, I'm a butt man. I notice a guy's butt before I notice his face. I guess that's not very complementary to all the guys that I've dated, but it's the truth. Sorry, guys.) He had a skinny butt, encased in those snugly fitting jeans, and he also had a great big bulging wallet in his left back pocket that seemed to make those jeans look even tighter. It caught and held my eyes, easily. It was difficult but I forced myself to look down and check out his footwear. As I'd suspected and hoped, cowboy boots. Dark brown, and plain, at least in this light. All in all a most handsome and good looking man. I couldn't wait to convince him to become part of the show. I followed him to the men's room and waited outside for him. A few minutes later he emerged and before he had a chance to take more that a step or two, I moved in. "Excuse me, sir," I said to him. "But don't I know you from somewhere?" He turned to look at me, and I made sure to look directly into his eyes, as he replied, "Perhaps, but you do not seem familiar to me. I am afraid that you are mistaken." "Take a good long look at me a second time, and look into my eyes," I quickly sent into his mind. As he stood there blinking for a few seconds I sent him additional commands. "You want to go on stage tonight and become part of the show. You want to be hypnotized. You will enjoy yourself a lot. After the show, you will have to pee very badly once again so you will return to the men's washroom. You will not be able to pee until you and I are both in the men's room. After you pee you will 'accidentally' bump into me and gaze into my eyes again." He just stood there blinking his eyes at me for about a minute with a glazed expression on his face. Finally he shook his head gently and said to me, "Gee, I'm sorry, but I really do not recognize you." "Yes," I replied with a slight blush. "I think you're right. I'm sorry to have bothered you. It was nice to have met you though. Goodbye." "Goodbye," he replied with a slight shake of his head, and walked away briskly. It was nearly time for the show to start so I headed into the theater to find my seat. I knew that it was probably going to be a good show, but the cowboy was going to make it just a little bit better. I had purchased a seat in the 3rd row, so that I'd be close enough to see what all the subjects on stage were doing. I was looking forward to this show. If you've ever been to a stage hypnosis show, then you know exactly what goes on. The induction of the volunteers was interesting to watch, but there wasn't anything remarkable about it. The cowboy was up there with the other male volunteers, and he went under very easily and very quickly. So quickly in fact, that Herman the Hypnotist noticed. I'm sure Herman intended to pay special attention to such a willing and responsive subject. That of course, was the whole idea. I wanted the cowboy chosen as one of the main stars of the show. I wanted to see just how imaginative and creative he was. Herman's show was g-rated so there wasn't going to be anything naughty or really sexy, but I didn't care. There was time enough for that later, if the cowboy fulfilled my expectations. For the most part, the show was average and entertaining, but nothing out of the ordinary. At least at first. Later on things got a bit more interesting....at least for me. Sitting backward on an ordinary chair, the cowboy at Herman's suggestion believed he was in a rodeo and riding a bull that no other man could ride. If you have ever seen bull riding then you have some idea of what this looked like. The cowboy was holding on to the bottom of the chair with one hand while the other had grabbed his hat from his head and was waving the hat wildly in the air as he 'rode the bull'. (The chair was bouncing all across the stage.) I can't honestly remember what he was yelling out, but he was having a good time. The cowboy had a lovely voice and he was definitely enjoying himself. After having ridden the bull, and gotten top marks in the rodeo, the cowboy was awarded a prize and a kiss from the 'queen of the rodeo', who happened to be the most beautiful person in the audience that the cowboy could see, in the front row. But Herman told the cowboy that when he left the stage he would see all the men as women and the women as men. You can guess what happened. The cowboy went up to a really good looking guy, and asked him for his prize and for a kiss. At first the guy was laughing so hard that he couldn't talk, which made the cowboy all the more puzzled, to the extent that he called back to Herman (whom the cowboy thought was the director of the rodeo), and asked why it was so hard to get a kiss from a beautiful woman. Herman suggested that the cowboy might try begging her on his knees, as that might move her. I guess the cowboy really wanted his prize and his kiss because he dropped to his knees almost immediately and started to beg this guy, and very nicely I might add, for a quick kiss on the cheek and nothing more. The cowboy kept trying to convince this 'queen of the rodeo' that he was a decent and trustworthy man who only wanted a brief kiss on the cheek from the most beautiful woman in the world. At this point Herman called out to the cowboy that when he was kissed on the cheek he would wake up and not know what had happened, but that he would return to his seat on the stage. The man in the audience finally stopped laughing long enough to give the cowboy a quick peck on the cheek, which resulted in the cowboy suddenly jumping up to his feet as he realized where he was and what had just happened. Before he could become too upset, he headed back to his seat on stage. As soon as he sat down, he was under again. (Boy, was I ever loving this. I couldn't wait to get this cowboy alone.) Later on in the show, Herman the Hypnotist took the audience to the circus. Or rather he took his volunteers to the circus. The cowboy wound up being the world's greatest impersonator of a lion. He left his hat on his chair of course, but that did not distract from the show he put on. He scampered around on all fours and he obeyed the lion tamer completely. The lion tamer was a beautiful slim redhead who really got into her role. She had the lions rolling on the floor and sitting up. The cowboy really showed off his butt and those tight jeans when he was rolling around on the floor with his legs curled up close to his chest. I laughed along with everyone else when the lions sat back on their hind legs and reared up and roared at the lion tamer. I was looking at only one lion in particular, though. Later in the lion act, the lion tamer showed just how much control she had over her beasts as she took a magic healing brush (actually just her hand) and brushed the coats of the lions all over. Of course this involved her running her hands over their bodies and yes even between their legs, as she brushed their coats. I should mention that all the lions were played by guys, and I'm sure they enjoyed this part of the show a lot. The final bit with the lion tamer was when she decided (with some prompting from Herman) that she would ride bareback on her favorite lion, which happened to be the cowboy. I didn't have anything to do with that choice. She was told to choose the lion she liked the best, and the cowboy was the best looking guy up on the stage. At that point in time, I wished I was the lion tamer, as I would have loved to have ridden that cowboy. (Yes, dear reader, I was starting to get ideas, even as I continued to watch the show.) She rode him for only a few seconds, and she kept her feet on the ground to take the weight of her body, so as not to strain the cowboy's back. Herman saw to this, and it was just another subtle indication of the careful control he kept in his show so that no one was hurt. I was impressed by Herman. I could not believe how good that cowboy looked, and how tight those jeans were on his ass, especially with the huge bulge his wallet made on the left side of his jeans. My cock was rock hard and I had to force my hands NOT to move and start stroking it. I was so turned on I could hardly sit still. The rest of the show I really don't recall all that clearly, as I was too busy thinking about what my commands should be to the cowboy when I saw him next. I did my best to enjoy the rest of the show, but it wasn't easy to keep calm. My thoughts kept drifting back to that cowboy and what I could have him do for me. Gradually, though my cock returned to its normal size by the end of the show, and I headed off to the washroom. I really did need to pee by then. I was not going to the men's room just to meet with the cowboy. Luck was shining on me again when I headed into the men's room. There were only a couple of guys in there, and none of the stalls were in use. I entered a stall, locked the door, sat down and made myself comfortable. As I attended to business, I started to focus my mental powers and to create a zone of compulsion that filled the entire men's room, and stopped at about three feet outside of the door to the men's room. This was a new facet of my powers that Mary had trained me in during the last six months. (Who's Mary you ask? Why she is my mentor and instructor. She helped me to develop my powers of super-hypnosis and she is helping me still.) A zone of compulsion is like hypnotizing a room full of people at once, except that the suggestions only last for the duration that a subject remains in the zone. When a person enters the zone the suggestions take effect immediately and he (or she) is completely unaware of the suggestions or that they are following them. Once the zone is set up, maintaining it does not require any conscious thought or effort, but it does require mental energy, and the more complex the commands in the zone, the higher the energy drain. I decided to keep things simple since I did not know how long it would take the cowboy to arrive. "There is nothing out of the ordinary going on in this men's room," I send out. "Ignore all that I say or do, unless I address you specifically, in which case you will look directly into my eyes when talking to me. If I do not address you, then pay no attention to me, and proceed with your business as quickly and quietly as you can." I shook my head a few times as the zone of compulsion was generated. It took about 30 seconds for it to become established. I quickly finished doing what I had to do, and cleaned myself up. I unlocked the stall and went out. I headed for a nearby sink to wash my hands as I waited for the cowboy. There were three men at the urinals and two at the sinks washing their hands. I looked them over while I waited for the cowboy to arrive. At first I didn't see anything of interest until out of the corner of my eye I noticed that one of the men at the sink was checking me out. I've been looking at other men long enough to know when another guy is showing an interest in me. I walked over to this man, who appeared to be in his early fifties, and had only the smallest beginnings of a gut around his waist. He was dressed in casual attire consisting of a dark olive green golf shirt, and mint green dress pants with a dark brown belt in them. I did not notice what shoes he was wearing. "Excuse me, sir," I said to him. "Can I help you?" As he turned his head and looked into my eyes, I sent the commands "Tell me why you are interested in me, and you cannot lie. You will find it easy to tell me this, and it will not upset you at all." "I want you to come home with me, so I can tie you up and fuck your brains out," he replied in a calm and normal tone of voice. "You're my type, young and just average looking, and you didn't come here with anyone tonight." Then he stood there looking at me and waited for me to say something. I was upset with this man, but also curious. "Just how did you plan to accomplish this, providing that I showed any interest in you?" I asked him. "Simple," he replied. "I'd get friendly with you and take you out for a couple of drinks, and then spike one of your drinks with this drug that I carry with me. See?" He reached into his left front pants pocket and produced a small vial of a clear liquid. "It only takes a couple of drops and it is tasteless, colorless and odorless." He actually smiled as he said this, as though he were proud of what he was planning to do. I saw movement out of the corner of my eye and turned my head to see the cowboy walking in. I had other matters to attend to at the moment, but I'd take care of this little piece of shit later. Still looking him in the eye, I sent the mental commands, "You want to obey me now, completely. Each word that I speak compels you to obey, and you find that as I talk to you, any thought of disobeying becomes impossible. In fact, you are now eager and willing to obey me, because it just feels so nice." Out loud, though, I spoke softly to this man, and said, "You cannot leave this men's room until I tell you to. You will go to a stall and occupy it in the normal manner. You will just sit there and pretend to take care of business until you hear me say 'Come out.' At that time you will clean yourself off in the normal manner and exit the stall and go wash your hands. When you have washed up you will stand in front of me, look into my eyes and say 'ready'. Then you will just stand there awaiting further instructions. Now go." The Coffee Shop Pt. 03 The Coffee Shop III: The Good, The Bad, And The Hypnotized Disclaimer. The following story, is a work of fiction. The characters portrayed within are a work of fiction as well, and any resemblance to any person, living or dead is a coincidence and unintentional. Copyright 1999. This story is the property of the author, Canadian Cowboy (formerly known as Animal360). Any duplication, in whole or in part, is forbidden without the express written consent of the author, Canadian Cowboy. Author's Note. Although it is not necessary, you may wish to read The Coffee Shop for the full story of how Paul acquired his powers. You might also wish to read The Coffee Shop II: Cowboys and Tuxedos which describes the adventures of Paul since The Coffee Shop and before this story takes place. * Chapter 1: A Chance Encounter. "Do you know you have a really nice ass?" I asked the man swatting down in front of me. It was true. He did have a really nice ass. (Well, let's just say the profile of his ass seemed to be pretty good, after all I'd only seen him from the side when I was walking by his house.) The man was wearing a plain white cotton golf shirt, light blue jeans with a black belt, white socks and sneakers. In those nice snug jeans he was very attractive and worth spending a little time and effort investigating. Okay, the truth is that those jeans looked very tight and that's why I'd noticed this man. "Pardon me?" He replied, looking up at me with an understandably confused and slightly cautious expression. After all it isn't every day that a complete stranger dressed as a cowboy walks (okay saunters) up your driveway, and says this to you. It is somewhat unusual, and a bit disturbing, even if the man is smiling at you in a friendly and benevolent manner. It was only a second or two before his eyes met mine. Once they did, he was mine. Totally. "You trust me completely and are very at ease when I am around," I said to him. I silently repeated the commands and sent them into his mind. "It feels good to talk with me, and to go along with what I say. Now, tell me your name, and get back to work." I could see the caution and concern in his eyes fade away slowly, as my mental commands took hold. In a few heartbeats he blinked his eyes and smiled at me. "Uhm....Glen Rogers is my name," he replied with a grin. "Nice to meet you, Glen," I said to him. "Thank you," he replied as he beamed happily at me, and then turned back to weeding his flower bed. After a few moments of digging though, he stopped. He turned his head up and to the side to look at me again. "What should I call you?" He asked me with a puzzled look on his face. "I'm afraid that I do not remember your name." "Whatever you think is right, Glen," I said to him. "I'm sure you'll come up with something. Once you've decided that, you should tell me about yourself while I watch you weed your flower bed." This is one of my favorite moments when I use my powers on a new subject...the moment when they decide how to address me. It marks the beginning of something new and wonderful. (And, yes, it is a very erotic moment too.) "How about 'sir'?" He asked me with questioning eyes that silently begged for approval. "It works for me, Glen," I said to him with a smile. "Great, sir! Thank you, sir!" He said to me, the relief and happiness in his voice plain to hear. You'd think from his reaction that he'd just narrowly avoided a major social blunder. Well, in his mind he had. Glen worked happily on his flower bed, digging out the stubborn weeds that always seem to come back no matter how often you pull them out, or what kind of weed killer you use. In the meantime I let my eyes wander over Glen's body as I listened to him happily humming a tune. I was too engrossed in savoring the body in front of me to pay any attention to much of anything else. It is not that Glen's body was outstanding or really special in any way, only that he was a fit and trim man who looked to be in his late twenties or very early thirties. The jeans and golf shirt complemented his body, and showed it off in a subtle and somehow erotic way. Well, erotic to me, anyway. I have a weakness for slim men in tight jeans, especially when they bend over or squat down. I would guess that Glen had a thirty inch waist and probably a thirty-six inch chest, maybe thirty-eight. In a word...yummy. His face complemented his body very well. His hair was sun bleached blonde, short and curly, and it was a full head of hair with no sign of balding. His eyes were a lovely shade of brown, warm and inviting. Each time he looked at me, I smiled at him. I couldn't help it. Those eyes just made me want to reach out and hold Glen as close to me as I could. For some reason I kept thinking of him as a big soft cuddly teddy bear, even though he did not have anything like the 'bear' appearance. It just seemed to fit him somehow. I guess it was because his face was one of those faces that seems warm and inviting the minute you see it. He had a full almost bushy mustache, but otherwise his face was clean shaven, with clear skin that looked soft and smooth, most inviting. His smile added to his warmth and charm. Every few minutes as he knelt there working on his flower bed, Glen would turn his head, glance up at me and smile. Each time he did I grinned back at him and silently thanked God for my powers. It truly was a gift to have the ability to just walk up and snatch the mind of any man who catches your eye. Watching Glen while he worked was a pleasure in itself, and as he told me about himself I came to realize that I had a wonderful and rare opportunity. Glen was married (and heterosexual but hey, nobody's perfect). His wife who was out of town on a business trip, would not be back until tomorrow (Monday). They didn't have any kids, but were working on it every chance they got. So, he and I had the whole house to ourselves for the remainder of the day. Further inquires on my part revealed that Glen was not expecting any company for the rest of the day, nor did he have any plans to go out anywhere with anyone. Talk about a golden opportunity! I knew I had to take full advantage of this situation, as I might not be able to arrange anything as good as this for a long while. Glen's movements were fluid and smooth. I got pleasantly hard just watching him. Oh, it's not that I wanted to screw him, (well, not immediately) I just got so aroused knowing that this man was mine to do with as I wished. The feeling of power and joy that comes along with that knowledge is an aphrodisiac in itself. I was lost and enjoying myself as I watched Glen work, and talked with him a little bit. I complemented him on his body and how much it pleased me to see him working. Each time I did, Glen blushed and smiled at me demurely. He didn't know what to say to me, but he was very happy that I was pleased with him. He was innocence itself, at least as far as being attractive to another man was concerned, and that only added to his charm and appeal. Even as beads of sweat started to form on his brow, Glen looked good. That brought me back to reality as I straighten up and realized how uncomfortable I was. The sun was hot, and if I felt like this and I had not been doing anything, then Glen must be starting to suffer. "Time to go inside," I thought to myself. "Don't want either of us to get heatstroke." "Just what the hell is going on here, and who the hell are YOU?" A rough and tumble voice barked out behind me. Before I could even form the words of a response, I was suddenly grabbed from behind and turned around roughly to find myself facing the meanest set of eyes I'd ever seen. These were cold and clear blue eyes, that looked like they were make of ice. There wasn't a trace of warmth or friendliness in them. Nor was there any trace of friendliness in the face those eyes belonged to. The face was large, very mean looking, and very, very hard. It was a face made of granite, with deeply chiseled and rugged features, that were completely in proportion to each other. In actual fact, this was a very handsome and attractive face. Were it not for the near hatred that was written across it, I would have found this face a turn on. The hands that firmly, almost painfully, gripped my shoulders, did so with a grip of steel that I knew I'd never be able to break out of or squirm free from. These hands were each attached to an arm that looked as tough and as hard as that face was. The arms were clothed a tight fitting off-white T-shirt, but it was tight only because of the tremendous muscles in those arms. My eyes quickly followed the arms up the to chest and looked over the body of this Adonis who held me captive. He could have been a walking advertisement for a gym or workout machine. The guy was drop dead gorgeous! He had the type of body that all men want or wish they had, and that all gay men desire to hold. I desperately wanted to glance down and see what his lower body looked like, but I didn't have the opportunity, as I was shaken rather roughly when I did not immediately answer him. "It's okay, Rob," Glen suddenly said as he stood up and tugged uselessly at this Rob's arm. "This is a friend of mine." "I don't think so," Rob said to Glen without so much as a glance in his direction. "I've never seen this guy around the neighbourhood before. I saw how you've been looking at this guy for the last half an hour or so...like you're in love with him. I know you can't be, so there's something strange going on here." Turning his attention back to me, he addressed me. "You, whatever your name is, what's gong on here?" "Release me, drop your hands to your side, and be frozen in place. Unable to move, or yell out, but able to talk in a normal tone of voice," I quickly and silently commanded him. I didn't waste any time talking to this ox of a man. His grip was becoming painful, and I'd had enough of it. Rob's face was a mask of surprise and astonishment after he did exactly as I'd instructed him. His beautiful eyes now registered shock with just a hint of fear and there was a quiver in his voice as he asked me quietly, "What did you do to me? Why can't I move?" I ignored Rob for the moment, as I had to deal with Glen and keep control of this situation before it got out of hand. "Who is this man, Glen?" I asked him. "He's my next door neighbour and a coworker of mine, sir, " Glen replied quickly. "He didn't hurt you did he, sir?" The concern in Glen's voice was touching, but I didn't have any time to pay it much mind. "No, I'm fine, Glen, but what is Rob doing here? Does he often just show up like this?" I queried Glen. "Not often, just every now and then, sir," Glen replied quickly. "Let's go inside, sit down at your kitchen table and talk about all this, Glen. You too Rob," I instructed them. "Yes sir!," Glen replied as he eagerly lead the way into the house. Rob followed Glen, without a second of hesitation, but Rob's face showed his aversion to the idea. I knew without asking Rob, that he'd rather not go into the house with Glen and I. "Better to handle this inside and in private," I thought to myself. Mind you, it was hard to keep any thoughts in my head as I watched Rob's ass moving in front of me. He was wearing a pair of white tennis shorts, that were loose and comfortable, but still hinted (okay so they MORE than hinted) at the well muscled butt and thighs that the material concealed. I quickly glanced down at his feet (it wasn't easy mind you, with that wonderful ass of his available for me to look at), to see that he was wearing a pair of nondescript running shoes. Only when Rob sat down in a chair at the kitchen table, did my mind wander back to the issue at hand, and then only because the show was over. "Quickly and quietly, explain yourself Rob. Tell me why you man handled me out there, and why you even came over to Glen's house in the first place," I instructed Rob. "I needed to borrow Glen's lawn mower as mine is still broken, so I came over to ask him if I could borrow his to cut my lawn," Rob replied. He paused and swallowed a few times before continuing. He was nervous, and it did not take a physic to guess that he was pretty sure that I would not like what he was about to tell me. I waited patiently. "I saw you talking with Glen when I headed over here," Rob continued a few seconds later. "I hadn't seen you around the neighbourhood before and wondered who you were. As I got nearer I noticed how Glen seemed to be smiling at you each time he said something to you. I also saw him call you 'sir'. I can read lips you see, and I saw what you said to him. I know a gay pickup line when I hear it, and that's what you were saying to him. I know that Glen's not gay or even bisexual, so I knew that something funny was going on. I decided to put a stop to it before anything happened." Rob stopped talking and waited. He swallowed nervously a few more times. This was interesting and it fit the facts, but not quite. Something was missing. I looked over at Glen. "Anything to add to this, Glen?" "Yes, sir," Glen replied and smiled at me. "Rob is one of my best friends, and he also happens to be gay. He doesn't like it when gay men try to pick me up, though. He and my wife are really close friends, and Rob doesn't want anything to happen that might hurt her." "I see," I said. I sat there and thought for a few moments about what to do next. The information from Glen helped to explain why Rob had reacted the way he did. It was unfortunate for me that Rob was an accomplished lip reader. I only had myself to blame though, for letting this situation happen. If I'd been smart, I'd have gone inside with Glen as soon as I'd taken control of him. As I sat there contemplating these thoughts, I looked at Glen and then at Rob. Glen was quite content to sit there and wait for me to say something. Rob, though, was nervous and upset and getting more so with each passing minute. He was starting to sweat and the fear in his eyes started to grow. Despite the unfortunate beginning, Rob interested me now, almost as much, if not more than Glen did. I thought about just sending Rob on his way back home, and then I thought about it again. I smiled slowly to myself as an interesting, and slightly naughty idea came into my head. Rob's face became a mask of fear and terror as he saw the smile spread slowly over my lips. Glen, on the other hand seemed to perk up and get a bit excited at seeing me smile. "Please...uh...'sir'? I'm sorry for what I did earlier. I realize that it was none of my business, and please, if you'll allow me, I'd like to just go now and leave you and Glen alone," Rob pleaded with me. He was very scared of me now, and was trying somewhat desperately to get me to release him. As much as I might have disliked his earlier roughing me up, I didn't see any need to scare him like this. I felt a twinge of guilt at seeing him suffer like this and decided he'd had enough. "Rob, look into my eyes now," I said to him and silently echoed the command mentally. Once I had firm eye contact with him, I spoke to him again. "As you continue to look into my eyes, you begin to relax and to realize that there is nothing to fear about me. Glen likes me and knows me, and since he trusts me, there's no reason why you shouldn't too. As you feel your trust in me grow, Rob, you feel your body relaxing and becoming more comfortable and pleasant. In only a few moments, you'll trust me so much and so completely, that you'll be able to move your body just like before, and you'll smile at me just like Glen does. You'll suddenly realize how good it feels when you listen to me and obey me, and you'll smile at me waiting for my next instruction." "No....please....I....I don't want to. I just want to go home, please....I won't tell anyone anything.....please..." Rob continued to plead with me. It was actually very moving to hear him like that. He knew what was going to happen to him, and he truly did not want to become my 'friend' like Glen was. It was too late though. Rob could not look away from my eyes, and as he continued to look his thoughts and feelings about me underwent the expected and delightful transformation. "No...I want to go home...." Rob continued to plead, but in a much weaker voice. "I want to go......I want to....I want..... Your eyes..... Can't look away...... What is it about your eyes???? They're like deep dark blue pools...... I can feel myself diving into them..... I'm going under.... I'm..... I'm losing myself in your eyes....." Rob's body began to relax and he started to slump down in the chair as the stiffness and fear he felt earlier melted away from his mind. "So good.....I feel so good. Your eyes make me feel so good..." Rob said in broken sentences and a dull drone. He stopped speaking and just continued to look into my eyes, and after a few more minutes he was smiling, as he nodded his head a few times. "You're feeling very good about yourself, about me and about Glen, aren't you , Rob?" I asked him. "Yes indeed sir, I am," Rob replied quickly. He smiled at me a little longer, and then his face grew dark. "I'm really sorry for what I did to you earlier, sir. I didn't mean to hurt you or anything like that. I was only trying to look out for my friend, Glen, sir. I hope you understand, sir. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?" "It's okay, Rob," I said to him soothingly. "I understand. Don't worry about it." "Oh thank you, sir!" Rob blubbered with joy and relief. But then his face darkened again, and he looked at me with troubled eyes. "What I did was wrong, sir," he said. "I am sorry for what I did, but I still think I need to be punished, so that I won't ever do that again." Alarm bells started to go off in my head as I heard this. I hoped this would not lead in to an area in which I had no interest. Best to ask and find out, I thought to myself. "Are you into 'discipline', Rob?" I asked him, hoping that the answer would be 'no.' "Not at all, sir," Rob replied with a shocked and upset look on his face. "I only feel that I owe you for what I did to you earlier. I would feel better if you hit me or took a swing at me or something, sir. Just so that we are 'even', sir." "All right then, Rob," I said to him and sighed with relief. "Bend over your chair, right now. I'm going to spank you a few times. Will that do?" "Yes, sir, it will," Rob replied. "Do you want my shorts down too?" "No, that will not be necessary, Rob," I said to him. (Okay, I suppose you are wondering why didn't have Rob drop his shorts, since it would have provided me with a wonderful opportunity to see his butt and maybe a few other details. I don't owe you an explanation, but I will say this much. It wasn't the right time for that sort of thing. I had something else in mind, and I did not want to become distracted. Considering what Rob looked like, his naked butt would have been a major league distraction, if you get my meaning. ) Rob stood up, and then draped himself over the chair he had been sitting in. His butt was arched over the seat of the chair in the perfect position. Rob gritted his teeth in anticipation of the pain he would soon be feeling, and waited. Glen, meanwhile looked at me with a dazed expression as if he could not believe what he was seeing. I walked over to where Rob was, and slapped his butt three times. To call it a spanking or a paddling, you would have to really stretch the definition....to the breaking point. "That's it Rob," I said to him, when Rob did not move after about a minute. "Sir? That's all?" Rob asked puzzled. "Yes," I said to him calmly. "It was merely symbolic. The fact that you were willing to submit to corporal punishment is more important than the actual punishment, Rob. So, stand up and come with Glen and I, into Glen's bedroom." The Coffee Shop Pt. 04 The Coffee Shop IV: Sex, Lies & Duct Tape. Disclaimer. The following story, is a work of fiction. The characters portrayed within are a work of fiction as well, and any resemblance to any person, living or dead is a coincidence and unintentional. Copyright 2001. This story is the property of the author, Canadian Cowboy (formerly known as Animal360). Any duplication, in whole or in part, is forbidden without the express written consent of the author, Canadian Cowboy. Author's Note. Since each succeeding story in this series builds upon the events that occurred in the previous stories in this series, I strongly urge you to read the other stories that comprise this series. These stories, in the proper sequence, are: The Coffee Shop, The Coffee Shop II: Cowboys and Tuxedos, The Coffee Shop III: The Good, The Bad, And The Hypnotized . Chapter 1. Comes the Dawn. Sunday mornings I usually like to sleep in, but not this morning. I was awaken before my alarm clock went off, by the soft warm breath from someone breathing on my face. I kept my eyes closed and explored the room with my other senses. It was quiet and dark. (With my eyes closed that was a forgone conclusion.) I was warm and snug under the covers, while the room was chilled from the coolness of the morning. Winter was still hanging on with a stubborn determination. A big warm arm was draped up and across my chest as I lay on my back. Someone was snuggled up close beside me with his head nestled on my right shoulder. It was a heavy, warm and pleasant feeling. I took a few deep breaths and caught the wonderful masculine aroma of a body that needs a morning shower. It was not a stink or an offensive body odour, but the simple natural smell of a male body when all the scents and perfumes from the deodorant and body washes have worn off. Nature's perfume would be the best way to describe it, I suppose. If you've ever caught that aroma, you know what I'm talking about. If you haven't, well I feel sorry for you. I listened carefully and could make out the slow rhythmic sound of someone next to me breathing. I did not need to open my eyes to know it was Andy who lay curled up beside me. Andy, the man my heart had longed for all these many years. It was hard to believe that we had been seeing each other for nearly four months now. It seemed like a much shorter time, which was understandable since we could not arrange to meet very often. Both of us being 'in the closet' and his being a cop (an RCMP constable no less), made it difficult to arrange for time together. But the time we managed to spend together was more than worth it. I let the minutes drift by as I lay there next to Andy, savouring every second we spent together. After a few minutes, I cracked open my eyes, and carefully turned my head to the left searching for the clock radio. I blinked my eyes several times as I tried to bring the glowing numbers into focus. Finally, after what seemed like a tremendous effort, I managed to read the time, 6:17 AM. The alarm was set to go off at 7:30 AM, so I was just a tad early. I lay there with my eyes open, staring at the ceiling, or what I could make out of the ceiling, since the room was pitch black. Like phantoms from beyond the grave, old and troubling thoughts started to creep into my mind, and to roll around in my head. There was no question in my mind that I cared for Andy deeply. Hell, I loved him pure and simple. Just seeing him smile at me was enough to brighten my day, and make all the troubles in my life seem small and insignificant by comparison. (Boy, was I EVER in love! I had it bad, believe you me!) Still, I could not help but be troubled by doubts. Did Andy care for me as much as I did for him? What type of a future did we have together? Where was this relationship going? Although we were very physical in our touching, cuddling, snuggling and kissing, the physical contact had never gone beyond that stage. I wasn't really concerned about that. I had never broached the subject with Andy, and he'd never raised the subject with me. I was lying to myself, I suddenly realized. If I didn't have concerns, I would not be lying here thinking about it in the first place. The problem was, that I wasn't sure what to do about it. I was more than just a little bit scared that if I did raise the subject with Andy, he'd think I was pushing too hard. To be honest, I was afraid that I might push him away from me. Yet, at the same time, I knew that we couldn't leave the situation as it was. What I wanted, was some kind of a sign that Andy was truly committed to me, and that he saw a future in our relationship. I knew that I wanted the relationship to continue, but I also wanted it to grow and mature. A flower can't remain a bud forever, after all. (Would someone PLEASE tell me WHY it is that such thoughts always pop into your mind either late at night when you are trying to fall asleep, or early in the morning when you just get up?) I thought about Andy some more. (Thinking about Andy was a great way to pass the time, by the way. Picturing him in and out of uniform was something that I was sure I would never grow tired of doing.) I absently noted that the sun had finally risen, and the morning light was filling the bedroom. I looked down at the sleeping form of Andy lying next to me. He was nothing but a collection of lumps and curves under the bedcovers, with a handsome head poking out. A handsome head that was still lying on the right side of my chest. I thought about the many nights we had slept together in bed, holding onto each other, lost in each others eyes. (Okay, so that was a corny and sappy way to describe it. It also happened to be true.) I had never seen such openness, trust, and caring in another man's eyes before. I listened to Andy when he talked about his troubles, problems, and worries. I did my best to hold and comfort him. He did likewise. I have never had someone listen to me so intently, and seriously. He never offered advice, unless I asked for it. (That's something which I was still learning to doknowing when to keep my big mouth shut.) When I'd had a really bad day, he did his best to show me that no matter what, he was always there for me. I didn't want to lose that. On the other hand though, I could not just let things stay the way they were. What was I to do? "If you keep that up, you'll put worry lines on your face," said an all too familiar warm sexy tenor voice. "What's wrong, love?" Andy asked as he moved his head about. I slowly turned my head to the right, and discovered that Andy had craned his head up to look at me. My gaze fell upon those soft doe brown eyes of Andy's that I'd come to know and love so well. My heart skipped a beat. Even first thing in the morning he was gorgeously handsome. I swallowed the lump in my throat, as I gazed upon the face of the man that I'd come to love much more than I'd ever thought possible, over the past four months. "I've been thinking, is all," I answered. I smiled a half smile at Andy. "About what?" Andy asked. "Oh, nothing, really," I hedged. I didn't want to bring up the subject of our relationship and it's future, before both of us were fully awake. Andy looked at me quizzically, as if he knew I was avoiding something. Fortunately the clock alarm chose that time to go off, forestalling whatever his next question might have been. "Much as I would enjoy spending the morning in bed with you, love," Andy said as he gave me a quick peck on the cheek, "I do have to get ready for work. I have that eight hour shift to cover for Stan, you know." "Yes, I know. I remember you telling me all about it," I sighed, and then kissed him back. Andy's kisses and the opportunities to kiss him were not to be wasted. "Hey, don't sound so disappointed," Andy smiled at me. "We are going out to dinner tonight at seven, remember? You did make the reservations, right?" "Yes, I did," I assured him. "You need a shave, by the way," I teased him. Andy chuckled softly. I gave him a warm smile as he climbed out of the bed and headed off to the bathroom to shower. I sighed with pleasure as I drank in the sight of his sexy body clad only in boxer briefs, walking away from me. At least we'd be able to share breakfast together. I'd enjoy that. I wasn't upset or annoyed about Andy having to work part of Sunday. Heck, I was used to his unusual work shifts. It comes with being a cop. Usually it gave me some time to spend by myself. Of course one of the many ways I'd fill the time was by using my powers on some good looking guy, for a bit of harmless fun. Andy was most understanding about this. He knew that I enjoyed hypnotizing guys. He told me a month into our relationship, that he did not expect me to stop hypnotizing guys, then or at any time in the future. All he asked was that I promise I would never get involved with any of them. Is it any wonder why I loved Andy like I did? Andy was amazingly perceptive in the promise that he extracted from me. He knew that I enjoyed having a hypnotized man undress for me, and even get sexually aroused to the point of ejaculation. What he made me promise is that I would never touch another hypnotized man (or a non-hypnotized man for that matter) below the waist, if that man was nude or was not wearing underwear. I could look but not touch, as the old expression goes. I made the promise to Andy, after I thought about it for half an hour. I suppose it might seem a bit one sided to you, since Andy did not promise anything in return, other than that he would not date any other man. What you cannot know, is that with the exchange of these promises, the level of trust in our relationship grew to the point where Andy was able to achieve much deeper levels of hypnosis during his sessions with me. You see, Andy is one of those very rare persons who is immune to my super hypnosis powers. If fact he is the first person whom I have ever encountered, where I was not able to influence his mind in any manner using my super hypnotic abilities. With any other person, I can hypnotize them with only a few seconds of eye contact, and the depth of control I have is nearly total. With Andy, though, it is different. I can use only ordinary hypnosis with him. As you know with ordinary hypnosis it is the subject, not the hypnotist, who is really in control. Not only have I enjoyed the hypnosis sessions with Andy more, now that he is able to go much deeper, but the benefits to Andy have been substantial as well. He is much more able to deal with the daily stresses of his job as an RCMP constable. We both benefited from that. In the three months since I made that promise to Andy, I've kept it. I have done a few hypnosis (actually super hypnosis) sessions with some good looking guys. While it is true that some of them have stripped down to their shorts for me, I've never laid a hand on them. (Well, not while they were nude, anyway. I've caressed them with their clothes on, and off, but never have I fondled their naked backsides or cocks). These were nothing but the standard, "help a guy out with a few problems" sessions, and so were nothing to write about. Some of these guys definitely had 'killer buns' in tight jeans, but they just didn't come close to my Andy. With Andy I had all the physical attractiveness that these guys could offer, and something far more important. Love. Andy loved me with every fibre of his being.. I had no doubts at all about that. My mind drifted back to a very special event that had proven to me how Andy felt about me. It was a Saturday night and I was getting ready to head out to a movie with Andy. The phone rang a few minutes before Andy was due to arrive. It was Andy on the line and he had bad news. He had to cancel a date with me because he had just been called in to work. He was upset about it. Not heartbroken, just upset. When we got together a few days later, Andy asked me to forgive him. He did not get down on his knees and beg me to forgive him. He appeared at my doorstep in his full dress RCMP uniform with a bouquet of flowers in hand. (Actually the flowers were in a box, which he carried with him. It would have looked a bit strange to have an RCMP constable taking flowers to my apartment, or any man's apartment for that matter.) I invited him inside, and closed the door behind him. Andy stood there, and handed me the box. With a small smile on his lips, Andy told me how sorry he was that he had had to cancel our date, and asked me to forgive him. He didn't say another word, as I opened the box to see a dozen long stemmed red roses nestled in soft white tissue paper. Andy merely came to attention, staring straight ahead, while he waited for my reply. I remember looking at him standing there and being slightly in awe at just how good looking he was. He knew how much I enjoyed the sight of him in uniform. He was trying to soften me up. It wasn't necessary; the roses had already done that. His face remained stony, when I took his hands in mine and asked him to look me straight in the eye. His head turned slowly, and in the back of his wonderfully warm brown eyes I could see a shadow of doubt and concern. I told him it was all right. I said that I understood why he had done what he had done. His duty came first above all else, even me. I wasn't happy about it, I admitted to him, but I understood. It was a part of who and what he was. There was nothing to forgive him for, because I loved him. At that Andy's face melted into an expression of joy and warmth as he enfolded me in his arms in a firm yet gentle bear hug. He thanked me for understanding and gently pressed his lips to mine in a warm gentle and firm kiss to match the hug he was giving me. We stood there embraced in each others arms for a while, just enjoying the pleasure of each other's physical touch. I'd like to say that we eventually waltzed off to the bedroom, and I got him out of his uniform in record time, but that's not what happened. Andy lead me to the sofa and insisted that we sit and talk about this, about his job having to come first. Andy in his wisdom, forced me to admit to myself that my not being happy with this event, was something that had to be dealt with. Once in a while was okay, but he made me promise him that if ever I felt like Andy was taking advantage of me, or ignoring me, I would let him know. I realized then that Andy was a very special man. It finally dawned on me just how lucky I was to have found him. We spent the evening in front of the fireplace, enjoying the flames of the fire burning there, and talking. Andy spent the night, even though he had to be up early the next morning. And yes, I did eventually get him OUT of that uniform, and in between the sheets of the bed with me. (But you would not care to know the details, I'm sure. And if you did want to know the details, too damn bad. That was a treasured and deeply personal moment between the two of us, which I do not wish to share with you, gentle reader, now or anytime in the future.) I finally wrenched my mind from this trip down memory lane, forced myself to crawl out of bed, and slipped into a bathrobe as I headed off to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for the two of us. I focussed on the task of making scrambled eggs, bacon and hash browns for Andy, while I made due with a bagel and coffee. I'm not a big breakfast person, and since I'm not as physically active as Andy, I don't eat as much. (No, that is NOT what I was referring to. You DO have dirty one track mind don't you, dear reader? Listen slut puppy, I was referring to Andy's job compared to mine. He was an RCMP constable which was a very physically demanding job. I worked in a office. I sat on my butt all day. So which of us needed the bigger breakfast, I ask you?) Right on schedule Andy appeared at the breakfast table sharply dressed in his working RCMP uniform. The black (or is it navy blue?) pants with a gold stripe down the outside leg seams were sharply pressed, as was the light grayish blue (I never could decide what the exact colour was) long sleeved shirt that encased his massively muscular torso. He was not wearing a tie, which might have seemed strange, but it wasn't if you thought about it for a minute or two. When a constable is on duty the last thing you want a constable to wear is something that an aggressive suspect can grab and use to choke the constable. Encircling Andy's narrow waist was his plain black leather gun belt fully equipped with all the paraphernalia of the policeman. His face was fresh scrubbed, and shaven, as was to be expected. The short black closely cropped hair on his head was neatly combed, and still slightly damp. He was square jawed, with a hard Roman nose, and firm full even lips that were pressed lightly together. His rugged good looks were enhanced with eyes that were dark and mysterious, an earthly and warm brown, perfectly placed in his face, a face that was powerful and intimidating. This morning, though, that face of his was softened with a warm and generous smile, and those brown eyes of his glowed with something special. Something meant just for me. I couldn't help but feel my heart quicken as I looked at him sitting there digging into his breakfast. I guess this is what love did. It made the ordinary everyday events seem special. I smiled back at him, over my cup of steaming coffee, and I know that my face reflected the same wonderful feelings for him, that he showed for me. We made small talk, while we both finished our breakfasts. I waited by the front door while Andy went to brush his teeth. When he returned and walked by me as he headed for the front door, I reached out and grabbed his left hand with my right hand. I tugged firmly at his arm. Andy turned around and walked towards me. Words were not necessary. I let go of his hand and held out my arms, open and inviting, Andy waltzed (even when the man walked he moved with a rhythm and style all his own) into my outstretched arms. I tilted my head slightly upward, while he tilted his head slightly down, as our heads neared each other. The sweet silky touch of his lips caressed mine, as my arms wrapped themselves firmly around as much of that manly torso as I could grasp. With the strength of a grizzly bear, and the gentleness of a rose petal, Andy wrapped those two massive tree trunks which he called arms around me, and pulled me firmly towards him. It was only a good bye kiss and hug, I suppose, but there was a world of unspoken passion, tenderness and caring in the short time that we stood there holding each other. He felt so nice, and smelled so good, that I was loath to let him go, even though I knew that I had to. Finally we broke away from our embrace. I smiled at him as he opened the door. He grinned back at me with what can only be called a 'killer smile', as he walked through the doorway. "You need a shave too, love," he called out to me as he winked at me. He closed the door behind him as he left my apartment. For the first time, the slamming of my apartment door was a hollow sound that seemed to reverberate in my mind. In the silence that followed, those early morning doubts rushed back into my mind. It was a struggle to chase them away, and get on with my day. Only the thought that Andy and I would be going out to dinner tonight, finally succeeded in banishing those ghosts back to the catacombs of my mind. Andy would not be back until about six thirty this evening. He intended to head home to shower and change before we went out to dinner. Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on your viewpoint, the day passed quickly for me. I had a mountain of household chores to do today. Everything from the dishes to the laundry, not to mention paying a few bills. So between all that, and rewarding myself with watching a movie on the VCR, five o'clock pounced on me before I knew it. Many times, though, my thoughts would travel back to the two envelopes that were lying inside the drawer of the front hall table. I still had not made up my mind as to whether or not I would give these envelopes to Andy tonight. Several times, in between one chore and the next, I would take out the envelopes and hold them in my hands trying to make up my mind, one way or the other. Finally, I decided that I would just wait and see if the moment was right tonight to give them to Andy. I couldn't do anything more about the envelopes until then, so why keep dwelling on it? The Coffee Shop Pt. 05 The Coffee Shop V: Happiness Is A Handsome Hypnotized Hunk Disclaimer. The following story is a work of fiction. The characters portrayed within are a work of fiction as well, and any resemblance to any person, living or dead is a coincidence and unintentional. Copyright 2012. This story is the property of the author, Canadian Cowboy (formerly known as Animal360 and also Animal360too). Any duplication, in whole or in part, is forbidden without the express written consent of the author, Canadian Cowboy. Author's Note. Since each succeeding story in this series builds upon the events that occurred in the previous stories in this series, I strongly urge you to read the other stories that comprise this series. These stories, in the proper sequence, are: The Coffee Shop. The Coffee Shop II: Cowboys and Tuxedos. The Coffee Shop III: The Good, the Bad, and the Hypnotized. The Coffee Shop IV: Sex, Lies and Duct Tape. To all those Dear Readers who were kind enough to write to me: I would like to apologize for the long delay in posting this latest part of "The Coffee Shop" series. There were more pressing demands on my time, such that work on this series had to be postponed. Your patience and understanding is greatly appreciated. It is my sincere hope that this story has been worth the wait. Chapter 1. A Friend In Need "You can't put it off forever, you know. You're going to have to deal with this sooner or later," Andy said as he sat next to me on the sofa. I had invited Andy over to my apartment for a quiet Friday afternoon visit. We had not seen much of each other for the past few weeks through no fault of our own. Our work schedules had not meshed well enough to let us spend any time together. Finally, though, we had managed to arrange an afternoon all to ourselves. I only had to gaze upon Andy's handsome face after he walked into my apartment to know that the effort was well worth it. Of course the fact that Andy was a seriously major league stud muffin, had nothing to do with my desire to spend some time with him. (If you believe that, I know this guy in Nigeria who needs some help moving some money out of the country, and he'll even pay you a ten percent mover's fee.) I guess I can't really blame you for thinking that my interest in Andy was based partly on his physical appearance. I'd have to be dead for three days not to notice how good looking Andy was. Andy was a sweet angel of a man, who just happened to also be a heavenly hunk in tight light blue jeans with killer buns, and a smile that could melt the polar ice cap. Best of all he was all mine, heart, mind and soul. Oh yes, Andy was a most handsome man. He had the kind of muscular build to catch the eye of any living breathing gay man. I am a living breathing gay man so of course I noticed Andy. Well noticed wouldn't quite be the word. The first time I saw Andy my jaw dropped to the floor and I had to wipe the drool away from my mouth. I didn't exactly impress him with that rather adolescent reaction to his appearance. I don't suppose you can really blame me because Andy was so damn good looking in his RCMP dress uniform. Frankly Andy should've been on a postcard or something he was almost too good looking to be true. Later when I found out what was underneath that RCMP uniform, and the mind behind those soft doe brown eyes of his, that's when I really knew that I'd hit the jackpot. Now try to use your imagination. Bear with me here for a few seconds. Try to use your imagination and picture this in your mind if you can. To begin with Andy is about six feet maybe six-foot one inch in height and he has black hair which he keeps cut very short. His eyes are a warm soft doe brown and glow with a special light that I know is just for me. Those beautiful eyes of his reside in a clean-shaven ruggedly handsome face with a square jaw, a hard Roman nose and firm full even lips; a most handsome face indeed. To put it lightly Andy's body matches his head. Moving down from that firm jaw line, one's eye travels to the muscular neck which slowly spreads out to his broad muscular shoulders. The muscles continue down his arms and forearms to his heavily calloused hands which are both strong and surprisingly gentle. His chest, his wonderfully hairy chest, is a place that I have rested my head many a time and listened to the steady beating of his heart. (God, if that isn't heaven, it's a close second.) The muscles continue down his chest and his back, every pound, every inch of flesh in exactly the place where it should be with not a hint, a suggestion, of flab or fat. As you have probably expected by now, rock hard abs led to a narrow waist. Firmly muscled legs, thunder thighs and of course a bubble butt completed the picture. Even Andy's feet were muscular and kind of sexy. Unquestionably Andy is a beautiful physical specimen of a man. (I hope you've got a clear picture of what Andy looks like in your mind, because that's as close as you're ever going to do get to him, dear reader.) Yet for all his size Andy was a surprising gentle and kind hearted man. Andy had a sweetness and kindness that didn't always come through that easily when you talked with him. I suspected a lot of that had to do with the fact that his being a police officer (an RCMP constable actually) meant that he often had to be a tough strong policeman all the time. Looking at him I couldn't help but think how lucky I was to have not only met this man but also to have become involved with him. I was blessed to be more than just his friend. I was someone that he cared about, someone that he trusted, someone that he loved. It brought a warm glow to my heart to realize that with each passing day the trust and love we felt for each other became stronger and stronger. Yet we had still not become lovers in the true sense of the word. We were very intimate and there was a lot of touching and feeling going on, but we had not yet consummated our relationship. Andy had told me that he wasn't ready for that step. If the truth be told, neither was I. We agreed to take things slow, one day at a time, and see where they lead. We were both new at this sort of thing, being in a gay relationship, and we did not want to rush into anything. Still, it amazed me at times, at just how lucky I was to have found someone like Andy, and to have had the two of us fall in love with each other. I guess I must have done something good in my life to have had Andy become a part of my life For the all the green tea in China though, I could not tell you what that something good might have been. "I suppose you're right," I sighed in agreement. It took only a few seconds for my reminiscing about Andy to flash through my mind. I focused my attention back on the conversation at hand. "But does it have to be tomorrow?" I asked with a plaintive tone to my voice. "Hey you picked the date, Texas, not me," Andy said with a sly grin and a twinkle in his eye. I smiled back at him, as I felt my spirits rise. Somehow Andy always seemed to know what to say to cheer me up. "Okay, you've got me there. But at least we have the rest of the afternoon and evening to spend together," I replied, as I contemplated an evening of snuggling and cuddling with Andy on the sofa. "Indeed we do," Andy agreed. "Now how about?." His words were cut off by the sound of the apartment doorbell. "Damn!" I muttered as I cursed whatever entity it was who had seen fit to arrange for this interruption. I got up and walked over to the door, not in the best of moods. I wrenched the door open, venting part of my frustration in the process. "I didn't know where else to turn. Please, can I come inside and talk with you?" Pleaded the city police officer standing at my open front door, looking a tad nervous, and very upset. I gulped as I stood there in silent shock, my moth hanging open in stunned surprise. The last thing I had expected to see was a police officer on the other side of the door. That's what I got for not looking through the peephole first. Considering what the Council of Coins had told me a few weeks ago, I would not have been all that surprised to have seen a member of the Council or a representative from the Council, appear on my doorstep. I was still feeling slightly paranoid since my meeting with the Council. I suppose it was understandable, after all they had told me that they were going to 'watch and wait'. Such a declaration did not give me a warm and fuzzy feeling. I started to feel like I was being watched, wherever I went. After a few days of that though, I decided that if the Council of Coins wanted to keep track of my activities, there wasn't much if anything, that I could do to stop them. I couldn't go to the police or to the courts and ask for a restraining order. How in the world would I begin to explain such a situation? I didn't have any hard proof that I could show anyone. The Council of Coins had years (more likely decades) of experience in keeping a low profile and covering their tracks. They were more than capable of handling any police inquiry that I might be able to send their way. So, I shrugged it off and went about my normal routine, but with a slightly heightened sense of caution. I found myself paying more attention to the people and events around me. I took less for granted, and kept my guard up. The only time I really relaxed was in the privacy of my apartment, or when I was with Andy. During the intervening weeks between my 'test' with the Council of Coins, and this unexpected visit from a city police officer, Andy and I had been spending as much time together as we could arrange. After thinking that Andy had been killed and that I'd lost him, I was scared every time that he was out of my sight. It took several weeks, and a lot of long talks with Andy, for me to work through that fear. Finally though, I was able to let Andy go off to work with a sincere smile on my face. I still worried about Andy when he went off to work, but they were worries that I could deal with and conquer. I wasn't terrified that I would never see Andy again. One unexpected benefit of our experience with the Council of Coins and their 'test' was that I had discovered a new and profound appreciation for Andy and the time I was able to spend with him. However, I was miles away from forgiving the Council of Coins for putting me through their little test in the first place. But, I am drifting away from the story. "Uh?.yes, sure," I answered after a second or two. It took me that long to recover from the initial surprise of seeing this man on my doorstep again. "You know you're always welcome, Steve." I moved back to let Steven Stokes my long time friend, and former hypnosis subject (and my first love, too) into my apartment. "Come and sit down. Do you want something to drink?" "Uh, no thanks," Steve answered absently as he headed off to the living room. I followed him into the living room, and admired the view of his butt in those snug uniform pants of his. So maybe I couldn't touch, but there is no reason why I couldn't look, and believe me, Steven Stokes was something more than an eyeful to look at. Steven plopped himself down on the sofa. He removed his uniform hat from his head and placed it beside him on the sofa as he wiggled around trying to get comfortable. It took me a few seconds to realize that Andy was nowhere in sight. He must have headed into the kitchen for a glass of water or something. For those of you who haven't met Steven Stokes (and even if you have, I'm sure you'll enjoy this anyway), he was about 28 years old and a police officer in the local city police force. So, while he was not an RCMP constable like my 'dear heart' Andy, Steve could still have given Andy a run for his money in the good looks department. Steve was at least 6 feet tall, and maybe 220 pounds. As I took in an eyeful of him, it dawned on me that Steve was a bit more buff than the last time I'd seen him. I concluded that he must have been working out at the gym more than usual. Steve was built like a brick blockhouse, with well muscled arms and legs, a beautiful torso and clean cut almost chiseled features. Add to that short cropped brown hair, deep olive green eyes that made you want to dive into them, and a smile that could melt the heart of any gay man in the immediate vicinity. When Steve moved you finally knew what 'poetry in motion' meant. He was graceful, and controlled. The uniform that he wore had to have been tailored to fit him. It could not have been off the rack. The uniform consisted of a light blue long sleeved shirt, which emphasized his muscular arms. It wasn't so much that the sleeves were narrow, rather that Steve's arms were so muscular. There were two open chest pockets on that shirt, with a silver pen clipped inside of the left pocket. The dark blue pants were well fitting, with a red stripe down the outside seam of each leg. The front pockets of the uniform pants were side angle pockets. I could not see Steve's backside, but if I remembered correctly those uniform pants would be a bit on the snug side, with two welt pockets one on each side. The left back pocket would have a button tab closure. If Steve was carrying his wallet, and I hoped that he was, it would be in the right back pocket of those uniforms pants, causing them to become somewhat tighter across Steve's buttocks. These thoughts flashed through my mind quickly followed with a flush of sexual excitement, as I gazed upon the front of Steve's uniform pants for a moment or two. Black polished shoes, dark coloured socks, a dark blue standard police officer's hat and a dark navy blue plain tie, with a simple silver tie clip completed the outfit. It was unusual for Steve to wear a tie with his working uniform. Cops don't wear ties on duty, for safety reasons, so I found it a bit odd that Steve was wearing the black leather gun belt with his uniform. I examined Steve a bit more intensely. His uniform was sharply pressed and looked fresh, as if he had just changed into it. His face was not only clean, but remarkably free of any five o'clock shadow, especially considering that it was about 4 PM. His hair was neatly combed and looked as if it had just been washed. Heck it even looked a little bit damp. Putting all the clues altogether, I came to the conclusion that for some as of yet unknown reason, Steve had decided that he wanted to look his very best before coming over to see me. An interesting, if somewhat naught idea sprung up in my mind, but I savagely pulled it out and tossed it away like an unwelcome weed discovered in a flower bed. Steve was my friend, and such thoughts, as interesting and harmless as they might have been, were a dishonour to him and to our friendship. (Damn my morals and ethics, they never let me have any fun!) I sighed with delight at the remembrance of the many nights that I'd had the joy and privilege of helping Steve to become 'out of uniform', if you catch my drift. Then I caught myself and remembered that Steve wasn't mine to play with any more. Steve belonged heart and soul to Jack Jones. Steve was still a very close friend. He was a good friend, too. I sat down in the chair next to the sofa and looked at Steve, waiting for him to speak. After a minute or so of him looking around nervously, I finally broke the stony silence. "So what can I do for you, Steve?" I asked him with a warm and welcoming smile on my face. "Help, yeah right," Steve answered in that same disjointed and distracted tone of voice. "I guess that's why I'm here, but I don't know what you can do. It's just not fair. I thought we had something special. And now he won't even look at me. Hell, he won't even touch me! It's been three weeks or more I guess. I'm not sure. I've lost count. But it's not fair is it? I've done everything that I know how to do, and it doesn't seem to make any difference. Am I asking too much? Or maybe I'm not pushing hard enough? What do you think?" The barrage of questions and disconnected sentences tumbling out of Steve's mouth like water going over Niagara Falls, caught me completely off guard. I could only sit there and blink in confusion as I tried to piece together the tatters of his conversation and try to understand what he was talking about. Steve looked at me for a few seconds and then started to speak again. "Look I know you're not an expert on this, but I thought you'd have some idea," he started saying. "I thought at the very least you'd have an objective viewpoint and might be able to see something that I've missed. So what do you think?" He paused to catch his breath. I jumped at the opportunity to get in a few words edgewise. "Could you please cut your warp engines, and go to impulse?" I asked to him in answer to his last question. "Huh?" Steve asked, perplexed. "What are you talking about?" "It refers to Star Trek," I answered him. "Yes, I know that you don't follow that show, but it got your attention, Steve. I'm sorry, but I have no idea what you've been babbling on about for the past few minutes. I gather there is a problem, but I have no clue as to what it is. Could you please calm down and explain it to me?" "Calm down?" Steve asked with a slight edge to his voice. "I wish I could. I guess I'm so upset that I can't even think straight any more, well except when I'm at work." "No kidding, Steve," I agreed with him. "You're as nervous as a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs." I smiled at him as I tried to lighten the situation. Steve smiled back at my comment, but it was a faint smile at best. He fidgeted about on the sofa. He was so nervous that he could not even sit still for more than a minute. "Steve, can't you calm down at all?" I asked more puzzled than ever. "I don't see how I can help you, if you can't talk to me about whatever it is that has you so upset." "I suppose not," he admitted. "I guess this was a bad idea. Maybe I should just leave and not dump on you." Steve stood up and put his uniform hat back on his head in preparation to leave my apartment. "Hold it right there, Mister!" I barked out at him in a forceful and commanding tone of voice. Steve looked at me in surprise and stood there with his hat on his head looking down at me in startled confusion. "Sit back down!" I yelled out at him. Stunned, Steve complied. "Steve, we've been friends, good and close friends for a long time now," I said in a much softer and friendlier tone of voice. "Don't you know that I'm always here for you, whenever you need someone to talk to? There can't be anything you can tell me that could be that bad. Don't you know that you were my first love? You're not mine any more, true, but I still care about you, a lot. I always will." I smiled at him, and held out my right hand to him. Slowly he took my hand in his right hand and grasping it firmly he nodded his head in silent thanks. I saw him swallow as he tried to speak past the lump in his throat. I waited patiently. He would speak when he was ready and able. "Thank you, Paul," he finally said in near whisper. He took a deep breath and let it out in a long slow sigh. Steve smiled at me and took another breath as he prepared to speak. "It's just so hard to talk about," he finally said in a normal speaking voice. "I wish I could just open up and tell you everything, but I just can't seem to talk about it, as much as I want to." "What's so hard to talk about?" asked a sexy warm honey smooth tenor voice, from somewhere behind, above and off to the left of Steve. Steve turned his head to his right, as I looked up to my left, to see Andy strolling up to the sofa. Andy was dressed in a pair of snug, but not tight light blue jeans without a belt. A bright red T-shirt with an RCMP crest over the left breast, clung to Andy's magnificent torso. Andy took a deep breath and I couldn't help but wonder why that T-shirt didn't split at the seams. I also couldn't help a smile from breaking out on my face. Andy has that effect on me, even if all he does is take a deep breath. (Yes, I am most definitely smitten with Andy, and frankly, I wouldn't have it any other way.) The Coffee Shop Pt. 05 "That's what Steve was just about to tell me, dear heart," I said to Andy, smiling at him. I looked back at Steve as I addressed him. "If you're not comfortable talking with Andy in the room, I'm sure he would understand." I suggested. I glanced up at Andy and saw him nod his head in silent agreement with me. "No. It's okay," Steve reassured me, after nodding a quick hello to Andy and turning back to face me. "He can stay. I trust you, and you obviously trust him. Besides, he's a brother officer, so I trust him too. Maybe he might be able to offer some insight." "We're both all ears, Steve," Andy said quietly as he walked over to the sofa and sat down on the far end away from Steve. Andy placed the index finger and thumb of his right hand on the left side of his mouth, just in front of his lips. Quickly he drew his finger and thumb across his lips in the universal sign that he was zipping his lips closed. Clearly Andy did not intend to say anything else, unless someone asked him a question. He intended to sit there and listen. "Go on, Steve," I said as I tried to encourage him. "It'll make you feel better to talk about whatever this problem is." Steve looked at me, glanced at Andy and looked back at me. Suddenly he stood up and started pacing around the room like a caged animal. It was so unlike Steve. As long as I'd known him he was always in control of himself. He didn't say anything he just paced around for a few minutes. I looked up at him pacing back and forth, and I became distracted by the grace and beauty of his body as he moved. I had to keep reminding myself that Steve was not here on a social visit. (Or a visit of any other type for that matter, damn my luck.) He had a problem, and he was asking for my help. It wasn't easy mind you. Steve's body was magnificent, and when he moved I couldn't help but follow him with my eyes. (Damn hormones!) I flicked a glance at Andy and flashed a quick grin at him as I realized Andy was watching Steve's pacing as intently as I was, and probably for the exact same reasons. Andy grinned back at me followed by a quick wink. "I just don't know what to say!" Steve cried out after a few more minutes of frustrated pacing. "Well, I could always hypnotize you to get you to talk," I joked at him as I looked up at him and smiled. "Would you please?" Steve pleaded, as he plopped himself back down on the sofa in front of me. (Andy remained where he was, sitting on the far end of the sofa away from Steve and I. He could observe and listen without getting in the way, or being a distraction.) "If you think it would work, let's do it now. I've got to talk to somebody about this, or I'll go crazy!" The last few words were coloured with anger, frustration and even desperation. "It's been so long, though, that I don't think the old trigger will work anymore." "Regardless of whether or not it does work, I think a new induction would be a better anyway," I said to him. Of course I knew that the old trigger phrase would still work. It was super hypnosis that I had used on Steve, and those types of triggers do not fade with time. They become a part of the subject's personality and the subconscious mind always remembers them. I could have put Steve under with the trigger phrase, but I thought it would be more fun to do a new induction with him. It would seem more logical to him, and if the truth be told, I would enjoy it a heck of lot more. (See? That wasn't just my hormones voicing their opinion. There was a logical reason behind my line of thinking. I don't always think with my dick, you know. Maybe sometimes, but not always.) I looked at Steve for a moment or so before I spoke. "Are you sure you want me to do this? Are you sure you want me to hypnotize you here in front of Andy?" All of our previous sessions had been in private. I had never hypnotized Steve with a third person present. If he had any reservations about that, I wanted to know now. The last thing in the world I wanted to do was to embarrass Steve, however inadvertently. "Yes, I'm sure," Steve answered without blinking an eye. "I trust you, Paul. I trust Andy too. Please, Paul. Please hypnotize me. I've got to tell someone about this before I go nuts!" The last sentence had an unmistakable ring of pleading in it. Whatever Steve's problem was, it was serious and he was desperate to talk about it. "Okay, Steve. When you're ready for me to start, just let me know," I said to him as I looked him directly in the eyes, for a second or two. During that time I debated about implanting a few mental commands into Steve's mind, but decided against it. A better idea came to mind. I decided to start off with ordinary hypnosis and use Steve's trigger phrase later on to invoke a super hypnotic state in him. I needed to practice my ordinary hypnotic induction techniques anyway, and this was such a wonderful opportunity that I decided to take advantage of it. Steve looked at me, and nodded his head slightly as he replied, "Sure. I'm ready now, I guess. Let's start." A shudder ran through his body as he sat there waiting for me to start the induction. It could have been from anticipation, fear or just general anxiety. There was no way to know. I put that concern out of my mind and got down to business. "Steve, you seem just a tad bit tense," I said to him. "How about if Andy kneads your neck and shoulders and helps you to relax? He could do that while I start the induction." "Well, if you think that would help, sure," Steve replied, and then turned his head to look at Andy. "How about it Andy? You interested?" "I'd be glad to help out in any way that I can," Andy replied warmly as he stood up and walked around the sofa. It took him only a few seconds to position himself behind Steve. Andy looked over at me and winked. He silently mouthed the words 'thank you' to me and gave me a big smile. Clearly he liked the idea of being able to touch Steve. Hey Andy's mine, but he's not blind after all. He couldn't help but be interested in Steve's body. Since I felt the same way about Steve, I certainly couldn't fault Andy for his interest in Steve. "Fine. Then let us begin with breathing shall we?" I said as I looked at Steve and glanced up briefly at Andy. Both men nodded in silent agreement with me. "Steve, all I want you to do right now is to concentrate on your breathing, as Andy places his hands on your shoulders." With my words Andy leaned forward slightly and gently placed one of his hands on each of Steve's massively muscular shoulders. Andy rested his hands there and looked over at me. I wasn't sure if he was asking me for a signal to begin, or if he was merely trying to tell me that he was ready to go. It didn't really matter which, though. "Think about the simple mechanics of breathing, Steve," I urged him. "Let your mind become occupied with that and nothing else." I watched Steve for a second or two. As I saw him take several deep breaths I began speaking again. "Don't force yourself to take deep breaths, just breath normally in a relaxed and unhurried fashion. All I would like you to do right now is to become familiar with the simple process of breathing," I instructed him using an even smooth soothing tone of voice. I smiled slightly as I saw the first hints of relaxation start to creep into Steve's haggard and tense face. "Andy, if you would be kind enough to start massaging Steve's shoulders?" I prompted him. "I think he could use it. The poor man looks as tense as a bridegroom on his wedding day." "Glad to, Paul," Andy said in that smooth sexy tenor voice of his. I watched Andy's hands as he started to clench and release his fingers as he moved his hands along the ridge of Steve's shoulders. "When you can feel Andy's fingers begin their kneading of your shoulder muscles, Steve, just let me know with a simple 'yes'," I suggested to him. "Yes," Steve replied almost instantly. "Good. Very good. Now don't forget to concentrate on your breathing, on the movement of the muscles of your chest and stomach," I reminded him. "Can you do that for me? Can you just think about your breathing?" I asked him quietly. "Yeah, I guess so," Steve said with a trace of doubt in his voice. He looked at me for a moment and then let his gaze wander about the room. His eyes became slightly unfocused, staring at nothing as he tried to concentrate on his breathing "Just listen to my voice, Steve. Listen to the sound and flow of my words. Let your attention flow with my words. Let them guide you. You know how. You've done it before. You know how to follow my words. Think back. Way back. Remember how it felt to follow my words? Of course you do. The mind, and the body remember, Steve. So just let go and let yourself follow my words. When you feel it happen you simply let me know and continue to find yourself focused on my words as you follow them along," I encouraged him. "Yes?your words?.follow them?.want to," Steve replied softly, a note of desperation and longing in the tone of his voice. His eyes were open and fixed and focused but not on me. He was looking past me at some point on the far wall. Already he was starting to slip down in to the lightest stages of hypnotic trance, and we had barely begun. I wasn't all that surprised, though. Steve was a really good subject. It was one of the many things about him that I found so endearing. Even though it had been a long time, over a year as a matter of fact, since I had put him under, Steve was responding very well. I attributed it to a desire on his part to go back into hypnosis, and some lingering after effects of my implanted controls. "That's right, Steve. You're doing just fine," I assured him keeping the tone of my voice even, low, smooth and soothing. " Just look around at nothing at all or let your eyes stare at one spot if you wish. Whatever works best for you. When you notice a change in your breathing, when you feel it start to become deep and even, really pleasant you let me know. Meanwhile, Andy will continue to work out the tension and strain in your shoulder muscles." I flicked my eyes up towards Andy and then down to Steve's shoulders. I could clearly see that Andy was making an earnest effort in trying to release the tension and strain in Steve's massive neck and shoulder muscles. From the sly grin on Andy's face I was somewhat sure that he didn't look upon this as a chore, rather more of a delightful opportunity. "Oh??" Steve moaned softly, dragging my attention away from Andy's handsome face. I looked at Steve's face and could see that his gaze was firmly fixed on some point on the far distant wall. What it was, I didn't know and frankly I didn't much care. It was far more interesting and delightful for me to look at Steve's face than to figure out what it was that had caught his attention. "That's right just go with the flow, Steve. Just think about how it feels as Andy works that nasty tension and stiffness from out of your shoulder and neck muscles," I softly urged him as I started to begin my hypnotic patter in earnest. "The warmth of Andy's hands. The hardness, firmness and gentleness as you feel his fingers dig a bit deeper into your neck and shoulders. And when you feel it, when you feel some small part of the tension start to melt away from your shoulders and your neck, you just let me know with a simple 'yes'." "Yes," Steve replied a couple of heartbeats later. "And when you notice a change in your breathing, you let me know," I said the instant I started to see Steve begin to take a deep breath. (Okay, so this was cheating, technically. It was more likely that Steve was taking a deep breath due to Andy's ministrations, than to my words. Still, it was an opportunity to strengthen the suggestion in Steve's mind that he was starting to react to my hypnotic induction. A little extra help never hurts, after all. Remember that this was just ordinary hypnosis that I was using on Steve.) "Yes?.." Steve said letting the word slide out of his mouth. "You've been so tense and keyed up for such a long time, that feeling Andy massage your shoulders and neck has got to feel pretty good right about now," I commented, keeping my voice low key, smooth and gentle. "It's okay to enjoy the feeling, Steve. Go ahead and let yourself go. You deserve it, and you know that there is nothing wrong in letting yourself enjoy the feeling of Andy's strong and gentle fingers and his hands massaging your neck and shoulders. It's helping you to let go, and to feel a bit more relaxed so that you can concentrate on my words even more strongly. And each and every time when you feel yourself relaxing just a bit more and able to concentrate even more easily on my words, you just let me know. You can even interrupt me when I am speaking, Steve. It's okay to do that." I paused for a few seconds. I needed to catch my breath and study Steve's handsome face for a second or two. "Yes?.relaxing?." Steve muttered softly. His eyes were starting to blink a bit more slowly. I noted with suppressed satisfaction that the lines of tension that had been so heavily etched on his face at the start of the afternoon were starting to smooth out a bit. It was a very good sign. In fact it was a surprise to me that Steve was reacting so quickly to my suggestions, since I was using only an ordinary hypnotic induction. I had not yet uttered the trigger phrase that would put Steve back into a super hypnotic trance. Steve was entering ordinary hypnosis. "And soon, and very soon indeed, you'll feel yourself starting to relax just a bit more, as you find it starts to become easier and easier to just follow along with my words. To follow my words and let them lead you down to that special place in your mind where you can become totally relaxed as you let go completely," I said letting the words roll out in an even smooth steady stream. "When you feel that happen, when you feel yourself starting to go down just a bit deeper and deeper into relaxation you let me know." "Yes?I?.feel?.it?." Steve replied in a soft but clear voice. The pause between his words was becoming slightly longer. "Each and every time, when you feel yourself starting to relax and let go even more, you respond. For the deeper you go the better you feel, and the better you feel the deeper you go. Always going deeper, always feeling better," I urged Steve as I saw his expression soften a bit more. "Andy's massaging of your shoulders and neck helps to you go even deeper, Steve," I informed him as I shot a brief glance up at Andy. "When you can feel the warmth from Andy's skilled hands and fingers slowly start to penetrate and loosen up those tense and stiff muscles in your neck and shoulders Steve, you sigh with delight. For it seems with each sigh you can feel yourself going deeper in to relaxation." Steven let out a long slow deep sigh the instant I finished making the suggestion to him. He sighed a second time a few seconds later and his face started to take a on a slightly blank look as he stared off at that distant point on the far wall. I sat there looking at Steve for a moment, admiring the sight before me. A city police officer, in full uniform (yes he still had his hat on by the way) sitting on my living room sofa, gazing off in the distance, listening to my voice as it leads him into a deep state of hypnosis. Steve was sitting there on the sofa, with his hands resting in his lap. His legs were slightly spread apart, and his feet, encased in those black shiny leather shoes were planted firmly flat on the floor. His hands were hanging down blocking most of the view of the front of his uniform pants, but it didn't really matter much anyway. Those navy blue uniform pants prevented any significant details regarding the front of his pants and the placement (or displacement) of his penis from being detected. Despite that though, they were very nice uniform pants. Steve filled them out well and those pants only added to the delight of his overall appearance. Steve was still wearing his utility belt, (gee that sounds like something out of a Saturday morning cartoon show, but I think that is what those belts are called) which blocked off any view of his uniform belt. I rather liked the appearance of that wide, thick leather belt about his waist. It made him seem more masculine, stronger and more authoritarian, somehow. (The fact that I had such a striking figure of a man well on the way to being under my control only increased my pleasure of the moment.) Steve's light blue long sleeved uniform shirt looked very nice on him, and the navy tie added to his appearance. If Steve had just come off of a duty shift, he would not have been wearing a tie as it wasn't the policy of the city police to wear ties on duty. A tie, especially a knotted tie, gave those less than cooperative suspects an opportunity to assault the officer and possibly choke him. As I let my gaze move up from Steve's arms which were lying in a relaxed heap in his lap, I took in the details of that massively muscular chest that rose and fell slowly like the bellows of some blacksmith's forge. I was slightly amazed that Steve could exude a sexual appeal by doing nothing more than sitting there in front of me, and breathing deeply. The simple and slowly rhythmic movement of his chest as it rose and fell, was mesmerizing. I had to shake my head slightly to throw off the spell. (Just who was hypnotizing whom, here?) I let my gaze move up past that slightly clinging uniform shirt of Steve's and on to his face. Steve's face was completely blank. He looked like he was completely lost in his own thoughts, as he stared off into space. It was a pretty safe bet that that was exactly the situation. He was lost in his own little world right then. His face looked peaceful and at ease for the first time since I had met him this afternoon. It seemed that I was finally getting him down to the much deeper levels of hypnosis. Steve sighed softly, as his eyes blinked a few times. I saw those sexy lips of his twitch slightly as he sighed a second time. "The more that Andy massages you, the easier it becomes to go even deeper, Steve," I continued as I picked up the thread of the hypnotic induction. "For the deeper you go, the better you feel, and the better you feel, the deeper you go. Always going deeper, always feeling better." "Deeper?yes?." Steve muttered softly, followed by a loud sigh. His head dipped a fraction of an inch for a split second before he caught himself and raised his head back up. "Mmmmmm?.that feels nice," Steve grunted as Andy continued his kneading of Steve's shoulders. "For it seems with each word that I utter, and with a each breath that you take, you can sense and feel yourself going down deeper and deeper, feeling more relaxed, more comfortable and more at ease," I encouraged him, while continuing to speak in smooth even soothing tones. "When you can feel that happen, you let me know. Just letting yourself go more and more, as you focus only on the sounds of my soothing voice and the wonderful warmth of Andy's fingers and hands. Soon and very soon indeed you'll feel your troubles, cares and concerns just start to melt away out of your mind. And when you feel that happen, when you feel your troubles, cares and concerns starting to melt away, you let me know." "Melting?.yes?.melting?.away," Steve muttered a few seconds later. He sighed once again and a smile brushed across his lips. "Yes?finally?.melting?away?.finally?" Steve slumped down backwards, falling in to the sofa and his head rolled down to his chest as he took a deep breath and let out another deep sigh. His eyes closed easily a half a second later. Andy continued his ministrations on Steve's shoulders and neck, as Steve sat back in the sofa, slumped down, relaxed and comfortable. Andy looked down at me and smiled a bright 'thank you' at me, but he didn't say anything. I guess he didn't want to inadvertently break the spell that Steve was under. The Coffee Shop Pt. 05 "Just melting way. Your body becoming limp and totally relaxed now as your mind becomes empty of all troubles, cares or concerns. You mind becoming empty and at peace. And when you feel that happen you nod your head slightly, Steve, and that action causes you go do down even deeper and deeper into this wonderful and relaxed state," I prompted him. A few seconds later Steve nodded his head several times. He sighed to himself and then muttered in a slightly slurred voice, "Melting?..away?." He sat there slumped down on the sofa, breathing easily with his lips curved in a small smile. He looked like he was feeling pretty good. "How do you feel now, Steve?" I asked him softly. "Really good, sir. Thank you, sir," He answered immediately in a soft but clear voice. "So calm and comfortable. So at peace, sir. My mind is empty. No troubles. No cares. Thank you so much for making them melt away, sir." Steve had not said it, but he was feeling happy as he sat there on the sofa in front of me. He was truly at peace now. I was happy for him, and pleased with myself that I managed to get him this far down. But, it wasn't enough. Not quite enough. "The deeper you go, the better you feel, and the better you feel the deeper you go. Always going deeper, always feeling better," I reminded him, keeping the tone of my voice even and smooth. "Steve, you're safe here. You know that. You can just let go anytime that you want to. You can let go completely. You can surrender completely. You are safe here with Andy and me. So go ahead and let go of everything Steve. Yield completely to my words, my voice and my power. Give up. Surrender all, and feel nothing but deep relaxation, peace and calm. Go down into that place in your mind, Steve. That special place where you can let go completely and still be safe, secure and at peace." It was a struggle to keep the excitement and glee from my voice as I verbally pushed Steve over the edge into total surrender. "Surrender?" Steve asked in a slightly puzzled voice, as the smile faded from his lips and his face took on that blank look once again. He took several deep breaths as he seemed to roll that thought about in his mind. I waited to see what he would do. I could have easily pushed him mentally into submission, but I wanted the decision to be his not mine. He was here asking for my help. This was not the time to acquiesce to my personal desire to see Steve acting as my hypnotized policeman slave again, no matter how enticing the idea. I was sorely tempted to say Steve's trigger phrase, and enslave him once more, but I fought off the urge. I think it was Andy's presence that helped me to resist that temptation. Andy continued to massage Steve's neck and shoulders. Steve let out several soft moans as he sank deeper into the back of the sofa. For several minutes Steve sat there slumped back in the sofa, oblivious to everything else, apparently. "Yes?.that's feels so good?" Steve muttered softly as he basked in the pleasure of Andy's efforts. Steve sighed a few more times as the smile on his face grew slightly larger. I would be lying if I said that I wasn't somewhat disappointed in Steve's lack of response. Steve was one hell of a handsome hunk of a man, and having him surrender to me once again would have been very exciting. But, I had to leave the decision up to him. (Damn, ethics always seem to get in the way at the most inopportune moments.) "You seem to be much more relaxed now, Steve," Andy commented to him as Andy kept up massaging Steve's shoulder and neck muscles. "Your muscles seem to finally have loosened up. I'm surprised that you haven't keeled over onto your side by now," Andy said with a smile on his face. I couldn't help but chuckle softly to myself as Steve toppled over onto his right side, a few seconds after Andy finished speaking. Steve was a very suggestible subject and he had followed through on Andy's suggestion almost immediately. It was no surprise to me, but Andy did not know Steve as well as I did. I looked up at Andy, and I nearly burst out laughing at the look to stunned amazement that was frozen on Andy's face. Andy looked up at me, after staring at Steve for a few seconds. When Andy saw the mirth on my face, Andy relaxed and understood that there wasn't a problem. Slowly a smile graced those sexy lips of Andy's and he walked out from behind the sofa and stood beside me as I sat in the swivel rocking chair. "He responds rather well, doesn't he?" Andy whispered as he looked down at me. The smile on Andy's face was like sunshine on a dark and stormy day, welcome and wonderful. (Yes, I'm in love with Andy, or couldn't you tell by now? Damn, I'm a lucky man!) "Oh, yes indeed he does," I whispered back as I looked over at Steve's toppled form. Steve lay there on the sofa, lying on his right side. His uniform hat had fallen off of his head when his head had hit the cushion of the seat of the sofa. His hat lay there upside down a few inches away from Steve's head. Steve's right arm was partly pinned underneath the right side of Steve's body, where as his left arm was draped down and across his chest. His pelvis was now at an angle of about eighty degrees from the plane of the seat of the sofa, which meant that the curvature of Steve's left hip was clearly evident to anyone with eyes. And what a handsome hip it was, too. Andy joined me in sighing at the sheer sexiness of Steve's left hip, encased as it was in those tight uniform pants he was wearing. "Going down deeper and deeper, Steve," I urged him. "Just letting go completely. You know that you are safe and secure, here in my apartment. So you can let yourself go, and enjoy the sensations of going down deeper and deeper into hypnosis, Steve." I paused for a few seconds as I listened to Steve's soft sighs of agreement. The smile on Steve's face got a bit bigger as he lay there on the sofa listening to me. "So relax now, and just let yourself go, Steve. Let go of all your cares, worries and concerns. Let all the tensions and troubles of the past few days and weeks, just let it all float up and out of your mind. Let yourself go, Steve," I said to him in a soft soothing tone of voice. I knew it was important to keep my voice pitched low and mellow as that would help Steve to relax even more. "Yes?." Steve muttered sleepily with just the briefed nod of his head. "Yes?.go deeper." Steve looked relaxed and peaceful now, a far cry from the nervous, tension filled man who had arrived at my doorstep only a short while earlier. I might not be able to help Steve solve his problem, whatever it was, but at least I had managed to help him relax and feel better. "He's really out, isn't he?" Andy whispered to me, as he turned and looked down at me. "Yup. Completely," I whispered back, looking up at Andy. I absently reached up encircled Andy's waist with my right arm and gently pulled Andy towards me. Andy smiled at me as he took hold of my right arm and unwrapped it from about his waist. Andy bent over and pressed his lips lovingly upon mine in an all too brief kiss. "So, what now?" Andy asked in a hushed tone, as he stood back up. "That's up to Steve," I answered softly. "If he wants to talk about whatever it is that is troubling him, he will. If not, well that's his decision." A thoughtful look crept onto Andy's face as he nodded his head at me. I smiled back at Andy and then turned my attention back to Steve. I looked closely at Steve's face, but his expression had not changed. He just lay there like a log, motionless except for his breathing. Mind you, he was a very sexy log, smartly dressed in a spotless and freshly pressed police uniform. I was content to sit there and watch Steve for the next half hour or so. Sometimes the simple pleasures in life are the sweetest. Suddenly, Steve slowly moved his head and opened his eyes, and the smile faded from his lips. He blinked his eyes several times as he struggled to focus on my face. His face remained blank as he slowly struggled to sit up. Steve looked about the room as if searching for something. Slowly he reached over and picked up his uniform hat. A few seconds later he placed his hat on his head and fought his way to his feet. A part of me wanted to reach over and help Steve to his feet, but I knew better than to interfere. It took Steve several minutes to climb off of the sofa and to stand on his own two feet without swaying back and forth as if he were drunk. He didn't say anything the entire time. He merely looked at me with that same blank look. Carefully, as if he were walking on a tightrope, he walked over to where I was sitting in the swivel rocking chair. Steve leaned down and placed one hand on each of the arms of the chair. Sluggishly but firmly he swung the swivel rocking chair about until it (and I) was facing away from the sofa. Steve let go of the swivel rocking chair and stood back up. Steve walked over until he was directly in front of me and facing me. A moment later he took several backward steps, distancing himself from me. Steve stood there, a few paces away from me, looking down at me from that lofty six foot height of his, not saying a word. I looked up at him, silently admiring the view. Hypnotized or not, Steve was a very good looking man, so I took advantage of the opportunity to enjoy some eye candy. I wondered what Steve was up to as I sat there drinking in the sight of him. I had not expected him to do anything but sit there on the sofa and slump down into a sexy hypnotized heap of a hunk. He had something else in mind though. I couldn't help but wonder at what it might be. Steve stood there looking down at me, breathing normally, but he wasn't taking any action. "Andy, please massage my shoulders some more," Steve called out as he continued to look at me. Steve was speaking easily, without the long pauses between words and without any slurring of his words. 'He's come back up to a lighter level of trance,' I thought to myself as I put the clues together. I successfully hid my disappointment, and decided to wait and see what happened. I had Steve's trigger to fall back on, if things didn't work out. "Okay, Steve," Andy's voice answered pleasantly, from somewhere off to my right. I turned my head, breaking my eye contact with Steve as I searched for Andy. He walked out from behind my chair and headed over to where Steve was. Andy didn't look puzzled at Steve's request. If anything, Andy looked eager to get back to massaging Steve's shoulders. Andy walked up behind Steve and placed his hands on Steve's shoulders. "Steve, it's rather difficult for me to do anything like this," Andy complained after a few seconds effort. "I need have your shoulders at a somewhat lower level, to be able to give you a massage." "Oh," Steve replied absently, as if he hadn't heard a word that Andy had said. Andy got a gleam in his eye as he directed a glance in my direction. "Down on your knees, Officer Stokes," Andy said in a commanding voice, as he pushed strongly down on Steve's shoulders. "On your knees, so that I may massage you into submission." "Yes, sir," Steve responded as he slowly sank down to his knees in front of me. A smile blossomed on his face as he knelt down in front of me. Steve, the hunky hypnotized cop was now on his knees in front of me, and if the smile on his face was any indication, he was thoroughly enjoying himself. 'Why the heck didn't I pick up on that?' I wondered to myself. 'I should have clued in that Steve wanted to be ordered to his knees.' I filed that nugget of information off into the back of my mind for further analysis later. I had more interesting things to deal with. "God, yes!" Steve cried out in delight as Andy stooped down and resumed his massaging of Steve's shoulders and neck. "Just a bit more, please, Andy." Steve begged Andy, while Steve kept his eyes focused on mine, as he knelt there in front of me. "Glad to oblige, Steve," Andy replied happily as he continued with his task. Steve grunted his appreciation of Andy's efforts over the next few minutes. A few moans of pleasure found their way out of Steve's mouth as well. I found it a curious but interesting and erotic sight. A big strong and hypnotized cop on his knees in front of me, grunting like an animal, while he was getting his neck and shoulders massaged by a hunk of an RCMP constable in jeans and an RCMP T-shirt. (Yes, there IS a God!) Steve suddenly toppled forward, breaking the contact between his shoulders and Andy's hands. Steve broke his fall easily by planting his arms out in front of him. Steve kept his eyes locked on mine as he moved from a kneeling position to being on all fours in front of me. He didn't say anything for a few moments. He merely grinned at me like some love sick puppy. I'd be lying if I said that the sight of Steve on his hands and knees in front of me, and in uniform to boot, didn't cause me to have a reaction. (Okay, my cock went rock hard then and there, if you must know. How I managed to keep from blushing though, will remain a mystery to us all.) Steve lowered himself to the floor, so that he was prone before me. He raised his head up and looked at me smiling that same happy sappy smile at me. "I surrender to you, master. I am yours once again. This hypnotized cop slave boy is now yours to command, master. I eagerly await your commands, master," Steve spoke with an assurance and calmness that was almost frightening. Steve was stating, what was for him, a simple truth. "How do you feel now, Steve?" I asked ignoring his declaration. 'Fantastic, master, I hope that in some way I may serve you, so that I may continue to feel this good," Steve answered cheerfully. "Well, if Andy has no objection, I would like you to get up on all fours so that I may examine you," I told Steve. I looked up at Andy. He looked down at me and smiled as he nodded his head. "Yes, master!" Steve cried out joyfully as he scrambled onto his hands and knees. Somehow he had managed to keep his uniform hat on his head, so he was still in full uniform. Steve remained there on his hands and knees, eagerly waiting for me to start my examination of him. He panted slightly with pent up excitement. His eyes sparkled with anticipation, as he looked up at me and flashed me a sexy smile. "I'll start in a few minutes, Steve. I need to have a quick chat with Andy first," I informed him as I stood up. "In the meantime, why don't you stare at spot on the carpet, and go down deeper and deeper with each breath that you take and with each blink of your eyes." "Yes, master," Steve replied eagerly. He lowered his head slightly as he picked out a spot on the carpeted floor to stare at. I walked over to where Andy was standing just behind Steve. I suspected that Andy was enjoying the rear view, but I had something else on my mind that I wanted to discuss with him. I waved at Andy to follow me as I lead him a few paces away from Steve's hypnotized form. With a slight sigh of reluctance Andy turned and followed me. "Do you mind if I examine Steve, Andy?" I whispered to him, once we were standing a few paces away from Officer Steven Stokes. "What exactly do you have in mind, and how far are you planning to go?" Andy whispered back. "Clothes on, and get Steve to jerk off in a towel. Similar to the milking of Cody," I answered him keeping my voice to a whisper. Andy looked at me thoughtfully, and then nodded his head at me. "Sounds okay to me, but only if I get to help," he whispered back. "I knew there would be a catch," I replied with a soft chuckle. "You never let me have any fun," I said with a mock pout on my face. "Yeah, right," Andy replied in a hush and grinned at me. "I prefer to think of this as a team effort. I call dibs on Steve's ass." "Reserving the best part for yourself?" I asked Andy quietly as I struggled to contain my mirth. "Maybe. I prefer to think of it as more along the lines of ensuring fairness. I know you've caressed Steve's butt cheeks before, while I never have. Besides I wouldn't want you to become bored. I am merely engaging in a selfless act to protect you from boredom," Andy answered quietly, keeping a straight face. "You're all heart," I replied sarcastically, but the grin on my face took any sting out of my words. "Let's get to work." "Right. I'll fetch a towel for Steve," Andy said flashing me a quick smile before he headed off to the linen closet. I was content to pass the time looking down upon Steve as he remained planted on his hands and knees in front of me. I walked a few feet closer to Steve as I drank in the sight of him. His body was all that I had remembered and more. His body was as fit, hard and strong as I remembered. That police uniform on his body was like gift wrapping on a Christmas present. It only added to the excitement and joy of the moment. On his hands and knees as he was, Steve's uniform pants were very snug against his buttocks, crotch and thighs. The rather large bulge caused by his wallet in the right back pocket of his uniform pants only enhanced the tightness of those uniform pants. The right back pocket did not have a button closure, and the lips of the welt pocket were pulled apart slightly by both the bulge caused by Steve's thick wallet, and the overall tightness of his uniform pants in general. As I stared that that right pocket, it seemed that the lips of that pocket were pulled into a gentle beckoning smile that invited me to reach out and grab that big fleshly right buttock of Steve's. I pulled my gaze from that intriguing wallet of Steve's and scoped out the rest of his beautiful behind. Those two uniform clad hemispheres were sinfully sexy. If I hadn't seen this sight so many times before, I would have been drooling. I moved my eyes over the central seam of those uniform pants and delighted in manner in which the material was stretched across Steve's butt crack, while still managing to follow every inch of the curvature of both of his buttocks. It seemed to somehow defy the laws of physics. There didn't seem to be any reasonable or logical explanation for the way in which those uniform pants could be so tight and close fitting, without showing the slightest sign of strain on the seams. As my gaze finally moved over and around Steven's left buttock I knew what I would find, and I was not the least bit disappointed. Another back pocket, yes, but a welt back pocket with a button tab closure, which was done up. Poor little button, though. I could clearly see that the pants pocket closure was under some strain, from the way that tab seemed to have a choke hold on the poor little button. A part of me wanted to reach over and rescue the little button by undoing the closure. (Yeah, right! I just wanted to get my hands on Steven's sexy butt. I love a good butt in tight pants or jeans, and brother that was most definitely what I was looking at.) I gulped a few times as the simple magnificent of that sight overwhelmed me yet again. I had seen that sight before but it had been so long that I had forgotten how sculpted and flawless Steve's ass was in those uniform pants. I felt a twinge of envy and also slightly jealous that Andy's hands, and not mine, would be exploring that territory. (Now in case you have not yet realized it, dear reader, I have a butt fetish. Men's butts are more interesting to me than their faces. I suppose that isn't very flattering to Andy, when you think about it. Let's just keep that our little secret, shall we?) I wrenched my gaze away from Steve's backside and looked over the rest of his four on the floor form. I didn't walk around to see the rest of Steve, I stayed where I was, since I prefer a rear view, given a choice. (Like you haven't figured that out by now, dear reader?) The two pillars that were Steve's thighs filled out Steve's uniform pants from the buttocks down to the knees, keeping the material snug if not tight. Certainly it appeared to be tight around the inside of his thighs, with a razor sharp crease in the pants at the back which ended just below where Steve's buttocks started to strain those uniform pants. . (Oh, to be able to reach out and get physical confirmation of that fact! Lord, have mercy!) From the knees down to the ankles where his uniform pants ended, was a bit of an anticlimax. The pants were clean, neat and sharply pressed, true, but it wasn't anything unexpected. The soles of Steve' uniform shoes were slightly scuffed, but that was to be expected. I couldn't see much of the tops of Steve's shoes since his feet were top down on the floor. From the little I could see of the heels of the shoes and the sides, the shoes looked newly polished. They had a mirror like sheen to them that was attractive in its own way.