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[b][u][center]Darren’s Days Off

Part 3

For Taiko

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

“I’m going on break.”

It was the first good thing Timone had heard all day, though he hid his smile until Delilah had walked out the front door of the clinic. The receptionist even paused on the other side, looking back at him and forcing the smile back off his face for a split second before she hurried on to her car. As the hamster hurried off, driving down to the nearest coffee stand – a blistering ten minutes if you didn’t care about speeding, a good half-hour if you were abiding by the traffic laws – he allowed the smile to come back onto his scaly face.

[i]Finally.[/i]

The reticulated python groaned, spreading his tail out from under his desk with the slow, inevitable expansion that happened whenever a snake released their tightened coils. The feeling of the desk legs trying to contain him before finally channeling his tail out from under it and into the lobby was familiar but no less annoying. He would have preferred to lose the desk, but ah well. Such was life in a world that demanded professionalism.

He stretched his head from side to side, cracking his neck before settling into place again. He kept shifting his coils, popping one spot, then another, and another, the little crick-cracks running down his spine and into his elongated tail. Even as he leaned forward on his desk, the popping sounds continued as he kept twitching his body this way and that.

Delilah would have been shrieking at him for such noises. Nevermind that the clinic hadn’t seen a patient for the last three hours, she would have been aghast at the fact that he had dropped his professional mask.

He didn’t see why it was such a problem. Doctors were people, too. Well, medical practitioners were; he didn’t have the doctorate yet.

Timone grumbled. One more reason why he was stuck here, and one more reason that he didn’t want to dwell on it for long.

The temptation to slither out almost seized him, but he put that back down again. Boring as it was behind the desk, Delilah would give him the tongue-lashing of his life if he left the lobby unattended. It would have been one thing to take his break while she was still here, but with her gone and the rest of the staff on holiday (and why not, considering this was a little free clinic in the middle of a town where [i]everyone[/i] seemed to have the best private insurance, and there was little to no reason for a free clinic), he was stuck. Stuck. Stuck. Stuck.

“Not for long,” he muttered. “Not forever.”

Timone repeated that a few more times until he believed it again, then looked at the front door as he heard a car driving up. It sounded like some sputtering clunker rather than the richer, ‘vintage’ cars that he heard coming down the road most of the time. Yet, the naga wondered if he was just hearing things. He never –

Thump, thump.

He opened one eye, peering through the office door to the lobby proper. Standing at the front door of the clinic were two humans, one standing, the other leaning on the standing one. The one that was giving support had white-blond hair, the other had messier, darker strands that were poking out in all directions. One was fully dressed, the other rather…not. Well, not more than booty shorts, at the very least.

[i]…Well, this is something.[/i]

Thump, thump. The standing one kept knocking on the glass door, and this time, Timone felt it through his tail. Oops. He dragged his coils back, and the humans stepped inside.

“Sorry, but we need some help. Now,” the white-blond human said, brushing his hair out of his face with his free hand. “It’s my brother.”

“I told you…I think I’m…getting better,” the messy one said.

“I’ll be the judge of that.”

And well he should. It was the first time that Delilah hadn’t intercepted him between the clients and the office in the last week, and he was damn well going to take advantage of that. He collected his coils in a manner quite similar to a tape-measure sucking up a spent length, slithering up and over the desk with the length of his tail following him. He smiled, bowing at the ‘waist’ as he entered the lobby, adjusting his medical coat. Finally, something to do.

“What seems to be the problem?”

“My brother, he, um, he woke up dizzy. And his ears were ringing. I swear, he was almost deaf.”

“Yeah, but…I’m better now.”

“I’ll be the judge of that. So, near-deafness, dizziness –”

“I’m not dizzy.”

“Quiet, Darren. Just…please, look at him, doc?”

“I will. But first, if I might ask. Your names?” Timone said, gesturing at the two of them.

“Darren. Darren Huff,” the black-haired human said.

“And Riche. Riche Huff.”

“…Don’t you need to write this down?” Darren asked.

“…That would be a good idea, actually.”

Timone reached out with his tail, managing to hook it through one of the clipboards that the clinic still used. He wished, more than usual, that they had bothered to start updating the place so that they could start using tablets and proper computers rather than the paperwork that they still insisted on here. His parents were very old-fashioned, very old-school with their records, and he knew that there were clients in Opal City that were just as bad.

[i]Not that we serve most of them, anyway; they take their cars up to Novus Ager for that, or have their own private physicians,[/i] he thought, not without a small fit of pique. He had trained himself up from high school to be well-educated on biology, on chemical reactions between pharmacological products, on anything that a doctor would need to know. He’d gotten his nursing certification, and had started his med-school training for proper qualifications, and now…

Now, he was still out here, still at this free clinic, little more than a volunteer that got tapped when the other, ‘real’ doctors weren’t around, and when Delilah wasn’t off sending them to different specialists entirely. He really needed something…something different, something exciting, something –

“Do, uh, you need anything else from us?” Riche asked.

“Hmm? Oh, sorry. Mental rambling.” Timone shook his head, dismissing the confusion on the human’s face. “I get a little bit lost in my own complaints sometimes. You know how it is.”

“…Not really,” Riche admitted.

“So, Darren. You have some dizziness, some hearing loss –”

“I keep saying, I’m fine. I just…I guess I woke up on the wrong side of the bed or something,” Darren said.

“…Riche, if you wouldn’t mind letting him stand on his own?”

“Uh, yeah, sure.”

Riche stepped to the side, and Darren almost immediately flopped over. He wobbled forward, backwards, then slipped as his legs went out from under him. Not from bad legs, though, Timone was quick to notice. He couldn’t seem to catch his balance, like the floor was rolling under him. The naga caught him with his tail, shaking his head.

“Definitely a case of vertigo, at the very least. Let’s take you to one of the exam rooms. Did he suffer from any loud noises recently?”

“Well, there was a band playing across the street yesterday –”

“You don’t have to carry me in your coils.”

“I mean, I had ear plugs, but he didn’t.”

“I can walk.”

“But he was always more sensitive to that kind of stuff than I was, and he’s not in as good a shape as me.”

“You are very, very wrong there, Ri – mmph!”

Deciding that it would be better to keep the bickering to a minimum while they were in transit from lobby to examination room, Timone gently jabbed the tip of his tail in Darren’s mouth. He doubted that it would bother the young man. He seemed to be rather…used to that. He’d only caught a hint of the mark on the human’s chest, but it looked like one of those things that the BDSM club a town or two over did to mark their property. If Darren was willing enough to get a tattoo like that, he probably wouldn’t mind something being shoved down his throat.

However, what was increasingly sounding like a rather boring inner-ear issue from over-stimulation and loud sounds was rapidly turning into something else for the bored naga. He looked at the two humans, noting just how…exposed they were. Even though Darren was showing more skin, Riche wasn’t exactly dressed modestly himself. A pair of sleep shorts ran down to mid-thigh, and he wore a t-shirt that was a little sweat-soaked, enough to cling to muscular pecs and…

Timone was a little embarrassed to admit that it had been some time since he had last been with someone. Just the sight of the two fit humans had him starting to show a little further down his length, and he adjusted his lab coat just a bit more, making sure to cover that up before it started spitting out and showing off. He cleared his throat.

“So, we’ll need to have a quick exam. We’ll start with Darren, and then you, Riche.”

“Me? Why me?”

“You were in the same house, yes?”

“Well, yeah, but –”

“You’re clearly dealing with a powerful adrenaline surge right now. Just in case it’s hiding something, I want to check you as well as your brother. Is that alright?”

“Well…sure, I guess.”

“Thank you.”

They entered one of the back rooms of the clinic. The very back room, as a matter of fact, well away from the other, simpler rooms. He lifted Darren off his feet with his tail, slowly lowering him into the examination chair. The less-dressed, rather obviously dizzy human groaned, looking back and forth before going a bit red-faced.

“Um…this is a little…extreme, isn’t it?”

“Heh…I guess,” Timone admitted. “But this place is on a budget, and it’s not like we can get something better than surplus?”

“If you don’t mind me saying, you might want to check their supplier…”

[i]Oh, no need for that. I already did.[/i]

Admittedly, Timone had had similar thoughts to Darren at first. The chair alone was something of a monstrosity, looming upwards with a high back and leather restraints at the chest, stomach, and arm levels. The only things that it didn’t threaten to tie down were one’s legs, and that was probably because they couldn’t touch the floor from how high up the chair actually was. The fact that it looked like something out of a dungeon was not made better by all the various gadgets on thick, steel arms that came out from either side of the chair’s back.

When his parents had bought this thing, he had been the first to go back into their records and see where it came from. It had been part of a sale from the police stations somewhere north of them – or east, as it might have been at the time, that city was weird – and the medical gear had been seized in some raid or other.

That had led Timone to check other things, and sure enough, he’d spotted a signature mark on the bottom of the chair. He doubted that it would have meant anything to anyone else, but to someone that had been bored enough with their job to study the exciting lives of the neighboring supers…well, you learned how to recognize different sigils and insignias, and Doctor Pride’s symbol of a roaring, maned lion-head was hard to miss if you knew what to look for.

Ever since, he’d been looking for an excuse to bring someone back here to see what the machine did. He doubted that it was anything bad – Novus Ager police weren’t [i]that[/i] bad at their job that they would just sell dangerous contraband to people – but he was pretty sure that they hadn’t gone through everything. Nobody had the time for that.

[i]And it’ll liven things up…and it still works as an exam tool,[/i] he told himself. [i]It’s not like I’m not doing some good for them.[/i]

“Alright. Darren?”

“Yes?”

“Are you comfortable?”

“I…admit that I could be a good deal more comfortable…but I’m alright.”

“Well, your honesty is appreciated, heh,” Timone said, pulling at one of the head-binders that stuck off to the side. “Now, I’m going to attach this to your head and eyes, alright?”

“That is a blinder, yes?”

“Right. Huh. Have you studied this?”

“There was a medical convention that my boss sent me to. I had to know a few pieces of equipment, at least.”

[i]Well, at least he’s not an expert,[/i] Timone thought, calming down again after a brief moment of panic. [i]Still, worth knowing. And glad that there’s someone out here that’s actually interested in going somewhere, rather than just staying in this…place.[/i]

Shaking his head, he slowly pulled the blinder over Darren’s face, taking the straps and pulling it back and around his head. All the while, he continued explaining what he was doing, both for Darren’s benefit and the worried-looking brother standing off to the side.

“I’m attaching this to give you a distraction. There’s every chance that you might pick up on movement and think that you heard something that you didn’t. I want to make sure that you only react to the test sounds. Does that make sense?”

“Yes.”

“Are you alright in there?”

“A little…nervous…but alright.”

“Is all this…this seems like a lot, Doc,” Riche said.

“It’s all necessary, I assure – oops.”

Lifting his tail to catch the drooping Darren, he gently pushed the patient back into the seat. Well, at least that gave him the excuse for something else.

“Would you mind strapping his chest down? We don’t want him sliding out during the procedure.”

“Are you sure –”

“Trust me. I [i]am[/i] well-trained on this.”

Timone might not have been a doctor, but he had been educated – if self-educated – quite thoroughly in how this worked. He still needed his medical degree and to finetune a number of things that he had taught himself, but he [i]could[/i] carry out such a simple exam.

As a matter of fact, he could have carried that out in any of the other exam rooms. However, the combination of sudden-onset dizziness the day after a concert, combined with Darren’s recalcitrance at being treated – and the admittedly rather attractive nature of the two humans – made it too tempting to resist trying out the machine. He had avoided previous temptations, either due to the fact that other members of the family had been in the clinic, or because Delilah sent everyone else away, or – if he was blunt – that the other patients had been…unattractive to his tastes, but today, with all the stars lining up…

Well, the machine had gone un-used since it had been purchased. He might as well see if it could do anything besides what it said on the tin.

“Now, we just add the headphones,” Timone said, dragging the headset from the other side of the chair over Darren’s head. Riche finished tying the young man down, and then looked at him for instructions. “Oh, you can stay here if you want. Hold his hand; he might like that.”

“Do I have to do anything?” Darren asked in that voice that everyone had when they had their ears plugged, just a little too loud, not aware of his own voice.

“No, you just stay there. We’re doing a quick echo-scan, first, then a hearing test. It’ll be fine.”

He patted Darren on the other arm, then began the long process of slithering away. He had to wrap himself around every square inch of the room, feeling like the digital blocks of a Python game as he took up every little spot he could to not leave his tail in the hallway as he made his way to the computer console. He couldn’t even sit there, but rather wrapped around himself, creating a little throne of coils beneath him.

That would do. That would have to do.

After going through the awkward process of booting up the computer, he waited for the clinic insignia to fade, then plugged the cord in from the exam chair. Timone had every expectation that something interesting was going to happen, and he was right.

The symbol of Doctor Pride burst across his screen for a moment, illuminating him against a red and white backdrop. Riche jumped at the sudden, powerful burst of light, looking back at him.

“What the –”

“Nothing to be concerned about. Just a secondary program.”

[i]It works,[/i] he thought, with more than a small amount of shock. [i]It actually works.[/i]

Of course, he imagined that it would, had hoped it would, but he had never actually plugged the system into the computer to find out. Now that he had, Timone suffered from the other worry that the chair might have its own programming that would overwhelm the rest of the clinic systems, and wondered how the hell he would explain it to his parents that their clinic had become a super-villain’s base-to-be.

Thankfully, that was not the case. The symbol blinked twice, then faded, giving a different sort of read-out to what he had before. Rather than the simple clinic record system – something that he had been gradually installing when nobody was looking, just so that when they were forced to finally jump forward it wasn’t a complete shock to the system – he was staring at a mane-ringed screen that showed Darren. On one side, it was a simple 3D scan of the human – one that revealed a number of attributes that he hadn’t expected, including some really lovely, sensual things to look at – while the other side showed the slow scan that was already going through his mind.

More, it showed…options. Options that left Timone more than a little bit tempted, if he was completely honest with himself.

[i]Hardly professional,[/i] he thought, looking at the little hypnotic command bars that were popping up. [i]And not the sort of thing that a doctor would, or should, do to a patient…[/i]

But as his parents and everyone else kept telling him, he wasn’t a doctor yet, was he?

He tapped the screen a few times, scrolling through the options. Not surprisingly for Doctor Pride, the top options were very focused on zonking prisoners and experimental subjects into more of a lion mindset. While he imagined that Darren would make a very good lion with that mane of hair, that wasn’t what he wanted. More to the point, he doubted that it would be easy to explain to anyone that knew the young man…and it would be rather rude, and kind of cruel, he supposed. Uplifting someone from their life and all that.

[i]…That really should be the first thing I think about, shouldn’t it?[/i] Timone shook his head. [i]I need a hobby. Or a boyfriend. Or something.[/i]

That was something else that this machine could potentially solve for him, but the idea of taking someone like these boys, even as lovely as they were, and turning them into a personal toy like that – long-term, at least – just felt wrong. He could have easily taken Darren and turned him into nothing but a boy-toy, and then done the same to Riche. It wasn’t like either of them were going to leave the room, not with him filling it to the brim with his oversized tail. They would have to go along with it…

[i]…Yeah. I really, REALLY need a hobby.[/i]

Still, that didn’t mean that he couldn’t have a little fun. He looked in the corner of the screen, watching the soft pulse, pulse, pulse of the induction circles that were playing inside the blinder, slowly dragging Darren down into a trance, aided by the soft pulses that were going through the headphones. The machine read his brainwaves, saw where it was going, and continued to update him on the actual progress of induction and trancing.

Honestly, it was pretty sophisticated, and he was suddenly grateful that he had been the one to uncover this little function and not Delilah. The way that little cheek-stuffer might have used it on some of their patients…

No, no, no, focus. Focus on the now, not on the what-ifs.

“Doc, is he okay? He’s…really quiet.”

“Don’t worry. That’s just part of the program. From everything I’m seeing, he’s fine.”

More than fine, as a matter of fact. Timone didn’t let it show on his face, but the more that he looked at the physical scans, the more he wondered if something was off. The scans that the machine made of Darren’s ears were changing with each successive pulse, something that felt wrong for anyone that didn’t have some kind of regeneration ability. He doubted that Darren did, all things considered, but it was more than that. Darren’s ears looked like they hadn’t gone through [i]any[/i] wear and tear, not even what someone would have dealt with growing up and aging.

[i]Weird…[/i]

But that was just something to be recorded for later. Maybe he could send a few letters to Mr. Huff later and ask if his son had any sort of ‘odd traits’ for the medical records. For now, he had other things to focus on.

[i]Okay, okay. Temporary things, only. Just for the afternoon. You don’t want to get caught – I mean, be cruel, do you?[/i]

No, no, he didn’t. But that really shouldn’t be so easily to slip between. Shaking his head, he tapped the screen a few times, adjusting the induction circles in the eye lenses, and then focusing his attention on the pulsing, throbbing sounds that were going through the earphones. A few little tweaks, things that lowered inhibitions, things that left Darren good and relaxed. Judging from the read-out, the boy needed it, badly. Timone hadn’t thought that he’d run into someone else so stressed as this, but it seemed like he had some competition in the ‘working hard and driving yourself crazy’ category.

Soon, Darren slumped back against the chair, breathing evenly for the first time since he’d arrived. The little nervousness that had possessed the young man seemed to fade away, oozing down the chair as he almost seemed to. Riche seemed a little bit more relieved, too.

“Don’t worry, Mr. Huff,” Timone said. “You’ll get a turn in a minute, and you’ll see it’s no big deal.”

“You sure? I mean, I feel fine.”

“Not even a little dizzy?”

“Well…”

“A little light-headed?”

“Now that you mention it…”

“I think it’s best to do a quick scan. Just to be sure, you understand.”

“Well…you’re the doc.”

“Yes. Yes, I am.”

[i]Or at the very least, I will be,[/i] he thought, looking down at the screen and making a few adjustments. [i]Now, let’s just ‘doctor’ your preferences a little bit…[/i]

#

It didn’t take long for Riche to reach the same state that Darren had, and soon, both young men had stripped down as if they were back in gym, getting ready for their first physical. He smiled, his tail twitching as he guided them out of the exam room to one of the larger chambers. If he was going to do this, he wanted to make sure that he had room to actually maneuver, rather than sticking to the hallway for half the time.

This time, he didn’t bother to keep the lab coat on. His cock hung from a slit just under his torso, and it was already quite firm as he looked at the naked humans walking down the hall behind him. Their cocks swung back and forth between their legs, Darren’s slightly longer, Riche’s slightly thicker. The pair of them showed no shame being naked in front of each other, which was quite a relief. He didn’t want to have to comfort them on that, or guide them to be okay with it.

They reached one of the bigger rooms – one that they normally kept reserved for the few richer clients that bothered to come in when their concierge doctor couldn’t see them – and soon, they both stood against the far wall. He smiled as he lowered his hands between their legs, giving their balls a gentle jostle. Good, healthy, full, as to be expected from two very healthy, very fit young men.

“You certainly are beautiful specimens, you know that?” Timone asked.

“Mmm…”

“We know…”

They were both obviously a bit out of it. The technology that Doctor Pride had ‘donated’ to the clinic via the Novus Ager police department was definitely a little faulty, considering the pair of them were dopy, almost a little drugged-up on the trance, but all things considered, it wasn’t as bad as it could have been. He smiled, running his hands up from their balls to their cocks, giving them a little squeeze before tugging them to face one another.

“Tell me…did either of you…ever fancy each other?” he asked, his own cheeks slightly red as he made their dicks touch. Brothers. He was pushing brothers to this. Oh, lord, when boredom struck…

“We’ve seen each other pretty often,” Darren admitted.

“Not that we’ve done anything…”

“Or at least…not that I can remember…”

“But he’s hot…”

“And he’s worked hard,” Darren admitted.

“We could do something…”

“But we’re brothers.”

It was the ‘but’ that made him shiver slightly. Not in a bad way, either, but just knowing that they were at least open to the idea. Timone could already see a vast swathe of possibilities opening before him, so many things that he might do with them just for the fun of it, and how they…might not even be bothered…

“Well, just to make sure that you’re both, ahem, clear-headed and hearing properly, I’m going to give you a list of things to do. I need you to follow this list, to the letter, or I will have to assume that you are not healthy. Do you understand me?”

“Yeah…”

“I think…yeah…”

Timone nodded, taking a deep breath as he kept slowly stroking their cocks. God, they were hot, and now…now he was nervous. Very nervous, as a matter of fact, as he tried to make sure that he got this right. He wanted to do so much, but with his size, it was so…

[i]Just take it slow. Take it slow, have fun. They’re not snapping out of this anytime soon. You’re the doctor. As long as Delilah doesn’t come back too soon, you can do anything you want…[/i]

“Move a little closer…kiss each other…”

He half-expected the trance to break despite all simple indications saying it wouldn’t, so when they leaned in towards each other, their cocks grinding on one another, he still gasped. When their lips met, Timone breathed out a low, slow breath of relief, his hands moving from their shafts to their asses. The hard muscles that greeted him were a good anchor back to reality, one that he gripped – and groped – happily. He groaned as his own cock throbbed all the harder, feeling just how much power he had over the two of them.

Temptations abounded. He could do just about anything that he wanted. He could…he could bend them over, have one brother sucking a sibling’s cock while the other got probed, then fucked. He could make them deepthroat him, saying it was some sort of breathing exercise, or each other. He could hold them in his coils –

Yes, his coils. That was a good place to start.

“Now…keep kissing each other…and step into my coils.”

He was taking deep breaths, forcing himself to talk quietly, slowly. If he could just stay [i]in control[/i] here, he could have the time of his life. If he started losing control, then he wouldn’t just embarrass himself. With his sheer size, he might just hurt them. That was the last thing that he wanted to do.

He helped them step around him, making their way to his tail, and then brought it back into the room properly. Despite his size, he was more than able to curl around their legs, working them closer and closer together. Their big dicks slid against one another, bumping, sliding, grinding, oozing now. He smiled at the sight, glad to see such healthy arousal. He tilted them around, using his tail to grip them separately for a moment, leaning Darren back and lifting Riche up.

[i]Just a little…rearrangement…[/i]

He managed to get Riche arranged over his brother with some work, and soon, he had the two of them pressing up in a rough 69 in his coils. More control, more – careful, careful, don’t squeeze too hard. Even though he wanted to squeeze, even though this intimacy hit him hard enough to make him never want to let go.

[i]Careful…careful…[/i]

Holding the humans in his coils, feeling their warm bodies against his scales struck a chord that was more than just sexual. It was…need, in its own way, need for something soft, something good, something close. He watched as he lowered one brother over the other, watched their mouths open and their cocks slid in. They were so easily intimate with one another, something that was so…foreign to him.

He wanted it. He wanted it more than he realized.

Almost as if he was in a trance himself, Timone slithered forward, his cock throbbing. He could just…have a little fun. He pushed the brothers together again, Riche’s ass pointing out of the coils just a bit.

“Now…just suck for as long as you can…I need to know…” [i]I need this…[/i] “I need to know how well your lungs can take sustained pressure…”

They could tap him at any point to tap out. He was pretty sure of that. He just needed to have this now, this closeness, this intimacy. He leaned forward, helping Riche spread his ass cheeks just that little bit more. He had a perfect view of Darren gently suckling on his brother’s shaft, balls resting right on top of his nose, his eyes half-closed in a happy little daze. It was a picture of a loving brother, though a rather perverted one.

Timone slid his cock along Riche’s taint, started to push forward –

“TIMONE!”

And then, Delilah’s voice echoed out, shriek-like, from the lobby. Timone jumped, and the whip-like motion ran down his tail in an unstoppable whip-crack. He stared as it as it approached Riche in slow-motion, only to catapult the muscular human upwards. Even as he threw his upper body out to catch him, the same whip-motion hit Darren, flinging him in another direction.

[i]Shit, shit, shit![/i]

“TIMONE! Where are you?! Why aren’t you at the front desk?!”

“There in a – oof! Minute!”

He wheezed, sucking in a breath of air as Darren hit him just below the dick, driving so much pressure up through his tail and into his torso. Well, his horny had been COMPLETELY overcome with frustration and anger at this point. Hell, he would have happily strapped Delilah to that machine [i]without[/i] the safeguards this time.

…Well, no, not even now. He wasn’t that bad.

“Wait…wait here,” he muttered to the brothers, uncoiling from around them and grabbing his coat. “I have someone to…talk to…”

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Timone is a doctor, or at least, he wants to be. So, it’s not too surprising that he’s the only one cheap enough that Darren and Riche can go to see.

Tags: M/M, M/M/M, Coils, Snake, Naga, Human, Mind Control, Novus Ager, Series, Computer, Hypnosis, Nudity, Frotting, Near-Anal, Erection, Silly, Big Tail,