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[b][u][center]Darren’s Days Off

Part 8

For Taiko

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

Darren was conflicted, and in more ways than one. Heart against body, competitiveness versus hospitality, the urge to comfort against the urge to stand up for himself: all of them wrapped around him, dragging him in different directions, trying to get him to do one thing, then the other, and then yet another thing. It was next to impossible to sort himself out, and it only got worse when his father and his brother talked.

It was one thing to know that his dad thought that he was cheating, that he was pushing his luck and getting in over his head. His dad couldn’t see anything but the fact that he was sleeping with his boss, regardless of all the other stories that had come home. Had one little revelation undone everything? Did the old man not have any faith in him at all?

And then Riche. He thought that they were closer than that, but…

The unicorn pushed that foot against his face again, the soft sweat and flesh smell coming back to him, pulling him back down for a moment. The anger spike that came up was pushed down under the urge to do better, to give this stranger a little pleasure, a little gentle touch. It was the right thing to do, after all. When one had a guest – and what did you call a stranger on the boat that the family had rented – then one gave them a good time. As good a time as you could, particularly when they were tired, hungry…

The unicorn looked down at him as Riche talked, shifting his gaze between Darren and his brother. Darren was able to hear what Riche said, but it was something that was barely there, something that touched at him beneath the layers of annoyance and, yes, even some bits of fury that had built up.

He wouldn’t rely on them? The whole family was meant to rely on themselves. They were supposed to…fuck. Lloyd had taught them to always be there for the others in town. Lloyd had made it clear that they were supposed to do whatever they could for other people so that they had a better reputation. None of them had time to be there for each other anymore.

Why the hell did they expect him to be different when he was the one that had actually moved out? Why did they think that he could lean on them when he [i]knew[/i] how busy they all were, how hard they were working, how much of their resources they put towards other people? That was how they grew up. Put everything towards others, and hope that it eventually paid off with gratitude. Sometimes it did, but most of the time it didn’t. That was his experience, and that was why he –

The white toes of the unicorn clamped around his tongue, trapping it in place in a little pocket of warmth and soft scent. He breathed it in, his cock stirred, pushed up a little bit, throbbed against his stomach under the life jacket. That was…that was fine…

In and out of rage and lustful servitude Darren went, swinging like a pendulum between the two extremes. He didn’t know what was happening to him, and he didn’t have the brainpower to try and figure it out. All he could do was go along with it and hope for the best as the seconds ticked by.

Finally, Riche finished what he said, going back down and pulling the unicorn’s other foot to his face again. This time, Darren saw what his brother had been doing. Pre-cum ran along the unicorn’s sole, and he could tell that his brother had been rubbing it with his dick, showing that he could multi-task in a way that the rest of them would have struggled with. Showing off all the time, pushing himself to be the best, making Darren feel like he was playing catch-up all the time…

It hurt.

So much hurt.

“Alright, Darren.”

His turn. What was he going to say? There was so much that he could spit out at that moment, and he felt like he would have been justified in spitting out any and all of the venom that had built up in his system for this.

Yet, as he sat up, he looked at the unicorn, and knew that he couldn’t take that vitriol out on someone that didn’t know them. He took a deep breath, his hands clenched at his side as he looked down at his brother, then up his father. The older patriarch of the family was sucking, but not very well. He kept bobbing his head, taking some stallion cock, but not much.

[i]You never would have made it in the hospitality business, father.[/i]

And Riche, for all that he had been showing off with dick massage a moment ago, was back to just gently licking rather than massaging. He clearly knew a few little tricks, but as soon as he’d shown the tricks off, he was back to the basics. There was no competition, not in the long term. Not from him.

Darren had a moment of sympathy as he realized that his family was kind of in the same boat. Literally and metaphorically. Lloyd might have laid the groundwork for making him more of a servant and good worker for others, and Riche might have been the one that had started the whole competitive thing, but when it came right down to it, he had exceeded the both of them.

[i]Who needed to be ordered to take a vacation?[/i] Darren thought. [i]Who pushed himself so hard to be the best at the hotel, becoming better than indispensable, and is doing the same thing with his new boss?[/i]

It was an oddly clear-headed thought, and he wondered, briefly, if that was what had popped into Lloyd’s and Riche’s heads. They had seemed to go past the standard way of thinking, and had been more aware of all the other stuff that was under the surface. It seemed that it was his turn.

“Darren?” the unicorn asked.

“Sorry. I was…thinking.”

“Heh. I didn’t expect that.”

“Well, you probably don’t have a lot of people thinking…in whatever this is…”

“Whatever this is?”

“You’re doing…something.”

“…Huh. You can tell?”

“I can. Not…not much, and it’s hard…hard to see and think through…all of this…” He rubbed the back of his head. “But…other people do it…and I’m kinda used to it. I won’t remember it later, will I?”

“…Not all of it. But some, probably. Enough to make a difference between you and your family. Huh. I’m not sure I like that.”

“Me, either.” He sighed. “Kasey…”

“Kasey?”

“Friend of mine…made me know more about…this. About people doing it to me all the time. Guess you found me a day too late, heh…otherwise, I’d probably be as…as out of it as them.”

He wasn’t exactly in it, of course. He was definitely being affected by whatever it was that the unicorn was doing, and he could feel his head wobbling. His thoughts kept threatening to go completely off-course, and he knew that if he stopped pushing forward, he would slide right back under this sort of influence. But at the same time, he knew that he had a choice, whether to allow himself to be hypnotized by this or not.

And even if he chose not, he still felt sympathetic towards the unicorn, something that he didn’t think that he should. They were, after all, being controlled, used…

But then again, that was the hospitality industry all over, wasn’t it?

He gently picked up the white-furred stallion’s ankle, resting it against his lap. He massaged along the arch, moving his way up to the toe, tracing the little lines of spit that he had left behind and rubbing it in until it wasn’t so unsightly. He took that time to gather his thoughts, shaking his head.

“I’m…I’m angry…because of having to do this.”

“Do what?”

“Do…this. To be so helpful, because I could never…ever be anything else. I could never…focus on my life. I had to be…had to be the best…”

“Why?”

“Because being less…being less was never an option…I never got to live a life that wasn’t making someone else better…and if you’re going to keep from cracking…you have to be the best, best for someone else, best that you can be, or you’ll fail and break down.” He shook his head. “I left…and I guess…I hoped that it’d be better, living my own life…and instead, I just started doing the same thing again. In the hotel, with other guests…just because I never knew how to do something different.”

Darren remembered that first month in Novus Ager. He tried three different jobs, and each time, he had ended up lasting about a week before he was let go. It was too easy for the other guys there to take advantage of him, to leave him doing their work and never getting around to his own. It made others look good, him look bad, and off he went.

He clenched his fists as he remembered that strip-club moment. He had almost forgotten it, but now that Riche brought it up…

“I never…ever…danced in a strip club. It was…an offer, I admit…but I [i]never[/i] did that. I have too much respect for myself…for my family…to just do that. I don’t help people there. I’d just…I’d make people forget…and there’s no way to deal with things if you’re forgetting about them.

“But even if I did…”

He slowly turned to look at his brother. In that moment, he wondered. Did Riche hear him the way that he had been hearing Riche and their dad? Did it go both ways? Or was he the only one hearing anything, the only one aware of what they were all saying?

Was it going to be up to him again to fix it all? Would it be his responsibility, the way that so many other things were?

“Even if you did, what? Come on, don’t keep me hanging, man.”

“Even if I did, it wouldn’t matter. It’s my choice,” Darren muttered. “Even if I ended up stripping, that’d be something that I chose to do. I shouldn’t have to live my life the way that the whole family does if I don’t want to. I haven’t been able to do everything that I wanted to, but what I’ve done…what I’ve done, I’ve tried to do because I want to, not because I’m expected to.”

Darren looked down at his father, who was still kneeling at the side of the unicorn, still slowly bobbing his head up and down. Each time, he could hear the soft, wet, slick sound of that shaft popping into his father’s mouth. For someone that had been so devoted to his mother most of the time, the man sucked cock with a will, though not with much skill.

He narrowed his eyes, pressing his hand to his chest and covering the footprint slightly. Not to hide it, but to touch it, to remind himself what it meant. That someone had chosen him, rather than him choosing them. He hadn’t needed to flaunt, to prove himself, to do anything that made him indispensable that way. Kai Lee had just seen him, knowing that he was good, and had brought him in to make use of him.

And there was something in him that wanted to help the snow leopard, though not because the other man needed it. Not this time. There was something there that just made him want to support him, to be available, and to…to feel okay if he wasn’t there. This wasn’t something that he had to do. It was something that he wanted to do.

And it was [i]not[/i] all about sex, no matter how much Lloyd thought it was.

“I’m my own man,” Darren said, narrowing his eyes at his father. He felt compelled, pushed. The need to speak overwhelmed him, the request to just let it all out from the unicorn pushing him to do just that. “Everything I’ve done since leaving the hotel has been something I did because I [i]wanted[/i] to. Something that I couldn’t do before. My boss…my boss sleeps with me, yes…but that’s less than 5% of what we do.”

“Is that so?” the unicorn asked.

“You better believe it. I am an accountant. I’m a diplomat. I’m a booking agent. A personal assistant. I am everything that I have to be, because I have so many skills. And I am damn better at it than most of the others that you’ll find out there.”

“And why do you have all those skills?”

“…”

“Heh, forgot to think about that, didn’t ya?”

“…Maybe a little.”

Lloyd had been responsible for drilling the majority of those skills into him, though some of the number skills had come from his mother instead. However, all the helping, all the many tasks that he and Riche had done with their father around Opal City had added up to a great many different abilities. He had learned to do a bit of everything, giving him a foundation to move forward with almost everything.

He hated to admit it, but Lloyd’s work ethic wasn’t the only thing that he had gotten from his father. He had gotten quite a bit more than that, as a matter of fact.

Annoying. Very annoying when he was trying to be angry.

“By the way, were you really getting stolen away by those cats?” the unicorn asked.

“What – oh, that…”

He remembered it…kind of. It was hazy. There was a moment when the cops had shown up, but there had been something before that, too. He shook his head.

“I can’t really remember, but I thought the cops were there for something else. Nothing about me.”

“Was your apartment that bad?”

“…It wasn’t [i]that[/i] bad…most days.”

“Most days?”

“It moved around…and there were days where it was worse than others.”

Honestly, that was putting it mildly. He sighed.

“Okay. It was bad. It was really bad sometimes, and just a little bad during others. But it was what I could afford, and I didn’t think I [i]could[/i] ask anyone for help. The way that dad kept wanting me to come back and give up on the hotel stuff, the way that Riche was always busy trying something new, the way that they were both putting all kinds of money and time out on the town…it just felt like I had to make it on my own, just to prove a point, and then I could reach out again.”

“And when you did?”

“Why do you think I’m here?” Darren asked, looking down. “I finally made it, and my boss sent me back here for a vacation…and now I’m stuck…”

“Stuck, maybe…but not for good.”

#

Rodrigo liked what he was hearing, even if he was still feeling a bit iffy about Darren being able to tell that he was under some kind of hypnosis. It was not a common thing to find someone that could resist the empathy spells even that much, and finding it out here in the middle of nowhere was making him feel a little weird. At the same time, it meant that the young man was willingly giving an honest answer to the questions he was asked, and more to the point, he didn’t have the will to resist it enough to hide his feelings.

Still, it was like getting water from a stone to make the human admit that he was still feeling pissed, that he was angry enough at his family to get to this point. Rodrigo shook his head, lifting his foot and putting it right on Darren’s nose. The human took a breath and went back to massaging with his tongue, getting it to work.

[i]What to do, what to do?[/i]

Clearly, the whole family needed to get their heads around the fact that they were all pushing each other apart. He didn’t know how to really arrange something like that – after all, he wasn’t a real therapist, just someone that indulged in it from time to time – but most of them did come from their father. The man did not know how to read a room, and more than that, he really, really didn’t have any confidence in himself or his family. Everything had to have validation from outside. He had to have a lot of it, both in the form of accolades from the town and admiration from his family, not to mention the fact that he needed to see his sons successful to believe that he had done a good job.

The fact that he was scared for them was something, and added a saving grace to the self-indulgence of that emotional meal, but it wasn’t quite enough. Not yet.

Riche was better, a well-spring of concern, but with so much denial tossed into it. The older brother had obviously checked out to some extent during the years, pulling out of the intense bond that they had obviously had, at one point, and putting himself to the task of finding one thing after another that engaged him. Never long enough to do a deep dive into it, but always long enough to show talent. Maybe he was afraid of success, maybe he just couldn’t reach the point of enough success for his father’s attention before he felt he’d never get it and just stopped.

And Darren…

The young man had so much to deal with. He had seldom found such a complicated dish of ambition, of anger, of regret, of need, of confusion. Darren was a swirling storm of such flavors, and the only downside was that he kept it all penned up and made Rodrigo work to feed from it. If he would just let it all out, it would be better for the unicorn and all the others involved.

[i]Well, we can work on that…[/i]

But first, he needed something more than this long blowjob that was going nowhere. He wiggled backwards a bit, nodding for the two younger men to go to the other side of the raft.

“Alright, Lloyd. You’re not doing bad, but let’s take this a bit further. Come here, roll your hips over my face…”

Now that he’d fed, the power of the spell was stronger, and that meant that the human was ever so willing to do what he was told. Lloyd wiggled around, moving until he was pretty much in a 69 over the stallion’s face. Their height difference meant that Rodrigo still had the better angle, able to look at Lloyd’s ass and balls rather than right up at that cock, and he chuckled as he ran his fingers along that muscular ass. It was a lovely piece of work, something that probably had been pants-splitting in the human’s youth, but now, was more of a piece of art that would fill any pair of shorts.

He spanked the old man, and chuckled as all that happened was a little gluk around his cock. The blowjob didn’t stop, and that was all he needed.

“Alright, Lloyd, I want you to listen carefully here, okay, man? You’re going to feel something inside you.”

“Mmmmph?”

“Yeah, something inside you. Something that’s gonna make you feel weird, but good. All you gotta do is let me in, and then we’ll make it feel good. We’ll make everything feel better again, so you don’t have to worry about that. Just let this stallion work his magic, and you’ll be all good to go later.”

After a moment, Lloyd nodded, spreading his legs just a bit further. It brought his cock down against the unicorn’s chest, and kept his ass right in place for a good bit of attention, just as Rodrigo wanted.

“Good man.”

As he ran his finger along Lloyd’s asshole, he could tell that the elder of the family obviously didn’t have any experience with something back there. It would be his first time getting anything more than a prostate check from the doctor. That promised to be rather amusing, probably with an even greater meal as a result.

As he teased around the rim, he glanced back at Darren and Riche. The pair of them were determinedly not looking at one another. On Darren’s side, he was sure, it was out of embarrassment for being so angry, but for Riche, it seemed more like he just didn’t know what to do. No surprise; the bigger brother was someone that had a big heart, but didn’t really know how to work his way through some of these things. The more complicated matters of the heart were always a pain.

He would know; he had to deal with them himself more often than he’d like.

“Okay, you two. I want you to talk.”

“But –”

“Not with your mouths, Darren. With your bodies.”

They looked at him with curious faces, cocking their heads to the side. Rodrigo chuckled.

“Just play the flesh flute, boys. I know you guys have been with other men before. Darren has. And Riche, you don’t do what you were doing to my feet if you ain’t been at least thinking of other men.”

Riche blushed at that, looking down and away, but not quite answering.

“So, lay together. Enjoy each other. Show each other that you ain’t that mad. Sure, you’re pissed, but brothers get pissed at each other all the time. Just come back together for a bit, and remember why you care so much.”

Was that the sort of answer that a real therapist would have given? No way in hell, he knew. At the same time, he had been feasting off anger and sadness and regret and ambition for the last little while, and he wanted something different. He wanted something sexier, something warmer, something a little hotter in a less spicy way.

He wanted lust.

He wanted bliss.

But at the same time, he knew that this would be [i]a[/i] way to fix a few things, even if it wasn’t enough to fix everything. He ran his hands between Lloyd’s ass cheeks as the human continued sucking him off, slowly pushing his hips up to get more of his cock down that throat – a little easier at this angle, honestly – and as Lloyd started grunting in discomfort, he finally reached down and pushed a single finger past that pucker.

It clenched down hard around his digit, of course. The untouched hole didn’t know how to take being penetrated, and a confused grunt-whimper came from the human under him. It was almost comical as a sound, and Rodrigo bit off a laugh.

“Mmm…there you go.”

“Mmmph?”

“Don’t worry. This will make things all the better for you.”

“Mmph?”

“Don’t worry about how. I’ll make it happen.”

After all, empathy wasn’t just good for getting people obedient. It was also very good for getting people to listen, particularly when he could crank the power up. Which he did.

As the new little explosion of white light and arcing magical energy spread from his horn through the water and into the air around them, he idly pushed his finger further in. It was a nice reminder to feel a nice virgin hole around his digit, to be reminded of what it was like with someone that wasn’t so experienced. Lloyd, despite the empathy trance, continued to gag and gluk around the stallion’s shaft, reminding him of just how inexperienced the other side was, too. He bit off a small laugh as he worked his finger in until –

There it was. The little bump of the prostate. He nudged it, and a little bit of warmth bloomed against his chest. Pre-cum, and lust, and a little bit of shock-bliss that the human obviously wasn’t used to. Rodrigo seized on that, ‘eating’ the little bit of bliss in the air and groaning.

[i]That’s what I wanted…[/i]

Emotions were sustenance, but bliss was a feast. He groaned in a pleasure that was almost sensual, feeling the rebound of that feeling and letting it ripple through him. As he worked his finger in and out, he could feel that clenching getting stronger, more powerful around the questing digit. It was rather intense to feel the human wanting it, or at least, his body wanting it.

Around the edge of his awareness, he could feel the other little sparks of bliss starting from the other side of the raft. Whatever Darren and Riche were doing together, the brothers were very much getting into it. Sex was good for that. You started to think about the good things rather than the bad ones.

But he had to deal with Lloyd, and that did come with a few responsibilities.

“That’s it. Feeling that?”

“Mmmph…”

“It’s a good thing, isn’t it? Good and deep, warm and happy…”

“Mmm…”

“Like you feel for your sons. Happy feelings, most of the time, right?”

“Mmm-hmm…”

Each little ‘mm’ and ‘mm-hmm’ was a little bit of a hum against his cock, which was all the better for him. He groaned under his breath, pushing forward a little bit further, feeling the medial ring at the middle of his shaft finally touch the other man’s lips. They parted just enough to let him in, and then popped open again as he pulled back. Yes, that was good. That felt [i]very[/i] good.

“But you ain’t gonna keep your sons happy if you treat ‘em like this,” Rodrigo said, slowly adding a second finger. That hole fought him, but Lloyd was getting relaxed enough that he didn’t fight it for long. Instead, the older man groaned as the second finger slid in, arching his back up that little bit more, showing off how hard his cock was getting. “Sons need time to be themselves…and it isn’t your fault if they make mistakes.”

“Mmph…mmm…”

“You’re your own person, too…you have needs…”

The word ‘needs’ prompted another little pre-cum squirt, another little splatter against his body. The feeling wasn’t bad, and he rather liked the bliss that followed, even if it meant that he was getting a little bit messy.

Did that really matter, though? In anything but the short-term, did it? Not to him.

“Mmm, that’s it…start feeling hot about the idea…hot about being your own self…”

“Mmmph…”

“That’s it. Just a little more pleasure…just think about how much happier you are…when you’re doing your thing…and they’re doing theirs…”

That was the main thing that they needed, really. Respect for each other for doing their own things. Not expecting everyone to be like them. Lloyd, in particular, really needed to chill the hell out. He needed to accept his sons for what they were, what they wanted to be, not what he felt was their only way forward in life. If he could just let go of that, then he would be in a far, far better place than he currently was.

And the family wouldn’t be trying to rip itself apart with everyone having different expectations of each other that nobody was willing to talk about. Lloyd wanted them to be little helpers that made names for themselves by being successful. Riche had a paralyzing need to be approved of and be close to his family. Darren needed space and to be allowed to make his own choices, but carried the most baggage of all of them.

It was a mess. Good thing he’d come along.

A third finger pushed forward, and he knew that it was going to be the limit for Lloyd. He worked it in and out, in and out, encouraging the older man to take it. The soft grunts and gluks at his cock went down to the two-third point, the older man struggling to take it further despite the competitiveness of his sons. Rodrigo kept talking.

“Yeah, that’s it. Feel that? That’s what you’re gonna feel…every time that you should be proud of your sons. That pleasure, that sexy feeling deep in your ass…that feeling of being a dad that did a good job…”

“Mmmph…’ood’…’ob…”

“That’s right. A very good job. You made your sons happy. You get a reward.”

And he slowly dragged his fingers along Lloyd’s prostate, drawing another moan, another spurt, another gasp from the elder patriarch of the family. He was getting into it, now, rolling his hips back to meet the fingers, pushing his mouth down as far as he could to get more horse cock into his mouth.

Rodrigo, however, was struggling to get to the edge. He wanted to cum, but much as he would have liked to say that he was getting close, he was hovering too far from it to actually blow. Lloyd just didn’t have the experience to really get him off, and the fact that the human’s throat was barely able to take two-thirds of his cock meant that he couldn’t get off without forcing it, something that he didn’t want to do.

He was about to give up and go with some proper anal when –

“AH!”

He gasped, feeling one, then two tongues at his balls. He looked down, seeing Darren and Riche there, the two brothers frotting with one another while they tongued at his balls, occasionally tonguing each other, as well. They were quick to push at one another, competing in a more healthy way to get at his sac, to touch it, to nuzzle it and do what their father wasn’t quite managing.

Rodrigo groaned under his breath as he felt his own pleasure rising again, the soft warmth against his balls matching the tongue that tracked along the top of his cock, the feeling of the underside of his cock-head pressing against the roof of Lloyd’s mouth. He started dripping again, oozing pre-cum as he fingered the older man’s ass a little faster. In, out, in, out, the hole slowly starting to loosen a bit, showing just how much the big guy could take.

Almost…there…

He groaned under his breath, trying to find more things to say, but it seemed that the family had come together for something, at least. Lloyd was pushing himself further, almost like his sons’ help was something that he didn’t want to rely on, while the boys were pushing themselves to lick more firmly, to suckle on the stallion’s large sac, pulling it past their lips and bouncing it between their tongues.

It was too much. Way too much.

With a final moan, Rodrigo went over the edge, and as he did, he came. Hard. His seed splattered right down Lloyd’s throat, and his balls went up as much as the two brothers let them go, both of them using their lips to tease and pull them back down from time to time. His orgasm went on, and on, and on, and the three humans spasmed over him, their own bliss peaking with him as the empathy field took it in a whole new direction.

They all flopped down afterward, panting hard, all soaked with seed in some way or another. But Rodrigo wasn’t done yet. He had one more thing to suggest.

“You wouldn’t happen…to have a spare room, would you?”

#

They brought the boat back later, though with some difficulty due to their clothes fitting strangely. Darren didn’t remember losing his shirt on the lake, but he must have dropped it at some point. The embarrassment of showing off the mark on his chest wasn’t as strong, either, though [i]that[/i] one he remembered the why for.

Seeing something moving out of the corner of his eye for the car, he imagined that was Rodrigo. The unicorn…they’d come to an agreement on something, and he remembered that he had done something with his father and brother to seal that deal, but…well, the details eluded him.

This time, however, he was able to let that go without being that bothered. There was a warm feeling between him, Riche, and Lloyd, and he didn’t want it soured by trying to remember something that probably had a reason for being forgotten.

But…at least things were different. Lloyd looked at his chest, and even though he shook his head, his dad still smiled a bit.

“Not sure that I understand…but I guess…long as you still do more work than…that, it works out, huh?”

“It works out.” Darren smiled slightly. “Trust me. It works out.”

“Hey, he’s gotta keep showing he’s the best,” Riche said. “And if you’re going to be the best, that means you make sure nobody else gets to do it better, right?”

“…”

“…”

“…Oh fuck, when you say it out loud…” Riche shook his head. “Wow.”

“Yeah…wow,” Darren muttered.

“Holy shit,” Lloyd finished, the three mind-blown men making their way back to the car to head home. They all had a lot to think about.

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

Summary: The hypnosis with Rodrigo continues with Darren baring his soul, and some naughtiness.

Tags: M/M, M/M/M/M, Oral, Blowjob, Foot Fetish, Anger, Human, Unicorn, Incest, Frotting, Brother/Brother, 69, Fingering, Hypnosis, Series, Therapy, Orgasm, Cum,