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[b][u][center]The Golden Coils Resort

Part 5

For Taiko

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

Somehow, Darren found himself sandwiched between his naked dad and brother in the middle of a strip club. They didn’t mind; he didn’t know [i]what[/i] he thought, but here they were, casually munching on quesadillas, nachos, and other appetizers while a dragon stripped down to nothing but the most revealing speedo that Darren had ever seen strutted his stuff on the table that they were sitting at. There was a god-damn stripper pole that ran from the ceiling [i]through[/i] their table to the floor, and his dad and brother weren’t even reacting to the latex-covered bulge that was waving around in their faces.

“So, how was your nap?” Lloyd said, the dragon’s bulge less than an inch from his father’s face.

Darren didn’t even look up, too busy trying to act half-normal to actually have a response to that. How…why…

Well, he knew why. Hypnosis had been involved, but whether it was Allen fucking around with things or just the natural course of things here at the Golden Coil, he honestly didn’t know. It didn’t matter, either, considering that Lloyd was completely oblivious to that wobbling cock right by his face.

Then again, considering the fact that his dad was naked, he wasn’t sure that the older man would have actually minded. Things had changed, for all of them, ever since walking through the front door.

“Think he’s single?” Riche asked.

Darren all but spat out the little mouthful of a drink that he had managed, coughing after. Lloyd patted his back until he could breathe, but the damage was done. Darren wiggled around the side of the table, all but crawling over his brother’s lap.

“I need to go to the restroom,” he muttered.

“Be back soon,” Riche said.

Oh, he had no doubt what he’d see if he was back sooner or later. That tone hadn’t come up for a while, but he knew interest when he heard it. Lloyd might not be aware of the dancer on their table, but Riche was, and Riche was [i]interested.[/i]

Darren stumbled out of the booth that served as their table, almost falling head over heels from how dizzy he still was. The thudding bass of the club continued to ripple through his bones, running from his feet up his legs, all the way into his pelvis before rattling up through his rib cage and out through his shoulders. The dance floor thumped along with it as people jumped and bounced and ground against each other, and –

Well, he wasn’t going to get into the snake coil ball at the far end. They might have been ‘dancing,’ but it was a very different kind of dance.

He wobbled like a drunk man past the various other booths and tables scattered around the dance floor and the performance stage. A few other strippers were working there, making money from those that wanted to see the club’s dedicated dancers rather than the ones that you could special-order to the table, while the aisles of the club were ‘patrolled’ by employees that were wearing scarcely more than the dancers. Most of them were lizards rather than snakes or nagas, but here and there, he could make out some naga supervisors that were keeping everything running smoothly.

He kept his head down until he reached the back of the club, finding the bathroom and stepping inside. Several other clients – two reptiles, one wolf – were using the urinals, but he avoided them and walked right into one of the stalls, closing the door and rubbing his head. Sitting down, he pulled his legs up to his knees, breathing as slowly as he could to try and calm down.

[i]This is getting just a little weird…[/i]

Okay, that was an understatement. This was getting very weird. He knew that he had seen his father and brother naked before, and now that Allen had helped unpick some of the hypnosis in the back of his head, he knew that they had been…intimate, though that was something that was a [i]little[/i] harder to come to terms with. He didn’t feel [i]bad[/i] about it, but he didn’t necessarily feel like it was completely casual, either.

It was a mess.

He was kind of a mess.

[i]Okay. Okay. They want to know what I want?[/i]

The moment he thought that, it was like some new pressure descended on him, almost like a great many ears listening, like some great mind wanted to know what was passing through his and what his wishes were. If there was some supernatural power to the resort, he was starting to believe in it.

[i]I want…I want to be okay.[/i]

He wanted to stop freaking out about how weird it felt. He wanted to relax. He wanted to stop having this awareness of things being…not normal. He wanted this to [i]feel[/i] normal, even if it was only for –

Ring ring.

Ring ring.

Ring ring.

His phone. He hadn’t left it in the room. Darren pulled it from his pocket in a hurry, holding it to his ear.

“Hello?” he muttered.

“[i]Is this a bad time?[/i]”

“No, Mr. Lee. Sorry. Just…trying not to bother anyone.”

“[i]I understand. Something has happened?[/i]”

“What?”

“[i]I would hope you could tell me.[/i]”

“Oh, you…you meant –”

“[i]Your voice has changed. You sound stressed. Perhaps scared. What has happened?[/i]”

“Just…the resort.”

“[i]It has changed your family.[/i]”

“How did you know?”

“[i]You care. They are your connections there. It stands to reason that they are the source of your stress right now.[/i]”

He shook his head. He supposed that, by now, he should have expected his boss to know what was going on, how he was reacting, how he was doing literally anything. Mr. Lee had been involved in his life long enough to make it rather difficult for him to imagine the boss ever being anything less than omniscient.

But hearing it that way, knowing that his family really was causing him stress, did bother him. He didn’t want to admit it, but…yeah, they were. He loved his father, and his brother, but there was something about the way that they were always –

No, no, he wasn’t going down that route. He shook his head.

“I’ve also, um, found out what’s going on here.”

“[i]Yes. Tell me.[/i]”

“The Golden Coil –”

“[i]I’m aware of them.[/i]”

“They spent time unpicking my…hypnosis. And yours.”

“[i]…And how did you feel about that?[/i]”

“…You, you of all people, are asking me how I feel?”

“[i]I do not understand emotions, not entirely. And I do not pretend to. So I cannot know without asking.[/i]”

Oddly enough, that was perhaps the only response that the snow leopard could have made to avoid him getting angry about it. He sighed, rubbing his face.

“I don’t know.”

“[i]Are you angry that you were hypnotized?[/i]”

“…Not by you.”

“[i]I see. And do you wish for it back?[/i]”

“At the moment? You have no idea.”

“[i]Then you shall.[/i]”

“What –”

“[i]I layer my techniques, Darren. I do not wish to be reliant on a single method.[/i]”

His boss said a word. Just one word, but it was enough to make him stop thinking. The phone went quiet for a moment, and then he put it away. His eyes were blank as he stepped out of the bathroom stall, and he stared straight ahead at the mirror in front of him.

[i]Overdressed[/i] was the word that came to mind as he looked at himself. A shirt, a pair of pants, underwear. They were nothing suitable for a strip club. Without thinking, without objecting, without even blushing, Darren began the process of stripping himself down. He took off his shirt and didn’t even fold it. Instead, he tossed the t-shirt into the garbage. No going back. No putting it back on.

His pants and underwear followed, and the young man was left completely naked. He stared at himself in the mirror again, looked at the obvious footprint on his chest. As he reached up to touch it, he felt pride. Pride in what he was. Pride in who he was.

A good man.

A sexy man.

A man that deserved to show off.

[i]Dance.[/i]

Yes. He would dance.

#

Lloyd felt…different. He liked how he felt, but he couldn’t deny that he felt different. Less wound up, less pushy, almost like he had been released of all the responsibilities that he carried. There was something good about that, something that he realized that he had all but forgotten about ever since his travels as a young man had ended. He had settled down, taken on a family man life, the life of a man married with kids.

He had forgotten how it felt to go out and relax, to not have to worry about anything. In that moment, it wasn’t even that he was out with his sons. He was out with a pair of boy-toys that happened to be related to him.

Relaxed.

Happy.

Content.

He was [i]free[/i], and the feeling was so foreign and strange that he almost didn’t trust it. If it wasn’t for that massage earlier and the way that the naga had told him that he had earned this, that he deserved this, he might not have trusted it at all.

Riche was talking to someone that he didn’t entirely see. Oh, he saw movement from time to time, but whenever he tried to take a look at who his son was talking to, or what was darting about over the table, it was like his eyes went somewhere else. Somewhere across the room, or just back to Riche.

There was something…something odd…

But he let it pass. There was no need to focus on something that might make him feel odd. Or wrong. Or weird. He was here to have fun, and so he’d just look at the things that he liked.

Like Riche. He was surprised that his boy had gone naked, but he supposed that it made sense. He’d gone naked, too, and nobody had said a thing. Some had whistled, some had grinned, but none had said anything. And that made it feel better. Made him feel better.

“Riche?”

“Hmm?” His boy blinked, looking back at him. “Yeah, dad?”

“When did you get the new hairstyle?”

“Oh, this?” Riche pulled his new white braid around. “Huh…musta happened when I was with Daze.”

“Daze?”

“A snake-dragon guy that I met down at the pool. Really, really hot.”

They were not normally this open with each other, but it was almost like the same thing that encouraged him not to look at the thing on the table made him okay with hearing what his boy had to say. It could have been so wrong – and there was a part of him that felt that such a one-night stand was a bit low class, there was no denying that – but that didn’t stop him from smiling.

“New friend of yours?”

“Heh, we posed for the pool.”

“Well, you have a lot to show off. You worked hard on that.”

“Not as hard as you worked on us, dad.”

Lloyd smiled, unable to help flexing just a bit. It had been a long time, a very long time, since one of his sons had admitted what he’d done for them. To have it brought up now…well, it felt good.

“I did what I could.”

“You did a lot better than that, dad.”

“Heh…well, you made it easier for me. You and Darren both. Even if it’s harder now…I’m glad that you boys are my sons.”

“And I’m glad you’re my dad.”

Riche scooted closer to him and, without a word, leaned in to hug him. Lloyd normally would have hesitated, but why? Why hesitate to embrace his boy? He wrapped his arms around Riche and squeezed, and he got the same in return. It didn’t take long for the gentle embrace to become more competitive, and the pair of them squeezed, squeezed, and squeezed some more until –

“Gah!” Riche coughed. “Okay, you win!”

“Hehehe…”

Lloyd smiled as he let go, having a vague sense that someone had just left the table. He didn’t know why, but it felt like that. As he patted Riche on the shoulder, he was aware for half a second that there was a large footprint in the cheese dip between some of their appetizers, but then he forgot about it.

“Don’t challenge your dad, son. I’ll always win.”

“Heh, for now.”

“Is that a challenge?”

“I beat a sea-snake/water-dragon hybrid in swimming. I bet I can beat you.”

“Heh, maybe I should see if you really can. I’m still in good shape.”

“Heh, then when you lose, you can – um…”

“…”

There was another moment there, a moment where he felt like something was going to shift, where things were…off. Some part of him might have backed off, knowing that he was going too far.

But that part was buried beneath the part of him that wanted to stay close to his boys, that wanted them to come together as a family again. He leaned in, grinning.

“Oh, now I get it.”

“What?”

“You did a sex bet with that new friend of yours.”

“I, uh…”

“And you won, and let everyone see.”

“Well, um, I – maybe.”

“And you were gonna say the same with me, weren’t you?”

Riche could not have gone redder if he had been painted, and despite the completely taboo subject, Lloyd warmed to it. He had been falling behind his sons for too long. He sure as hell wasn’t going to do that anymore. Those boundaries that he had held himself behind for so long – pride, tradition, a certain set of rules – no longer seemed to apply here. They were in the way of being happy, and of being the sort of man that his sons needed.

“And what if I told you that you’d be the one sucking me?” Lloyd asked.

There was a moment of utter shock on the boy’s face, Riche’s eyes going wide, his mouth hanging open. Lloyd had a moment of imagining that mouth wrapped around his cock, and rather than feeling taboo, it felt good. It felt [i]damn[/i] good.

He’d made this.

He’d earned this.

He chuckled as he scooted a bit closer, reaching up Riche’s thigh and finding his son’s balls. Tugging them down almost playfully, he leaned in further still, brushing his thumb against his son’s jawline.

“What’s the matter? Daddy got your tongue?”

“Mmmph…I didn’t expect…”

“Heh…or maybe you’d like daddy to get your ass?”

“Oooooh, boy…”

“You still think you can win against your old man?”

“I…Oh ho ho, dad…I’m gonna try.”

“That’s my boy.”

They had an arrangement, and one that was going to be just perfect for breaking down some of the barriers with him and his son. He squeezed Riche’s thigh, but took it no further. He had to [i]earn[/i] the rest of that, and he damn well planned to.

He started to turn, only to blink as he realized that Darren had returned, and that his other son was naked.

Completely naked.

And hard.

Very hard.

His eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets as his son stepped onto the table, grabbing hold of a stripper pole that Lloyd hadn’t seen until that point. His body was well-sculpted, each muscle showing off a little bit as he got into position, rolling his hips and swaying his ass. Bubbles of muscle popped out as he rolled his cheeks down the pole, his arms over his head, and his cock stood out as hard and proud as…as…

As Lloyd’s own.

[i]I’m turned on…by my own son right now…[/i]

He didn’t know why that was a thing. Whatever part of him knew that it was taboo had checked out long ago, and the rest of him was just shameless. He leaned back, a smile coming back over his face, and put his hand on his cock as he started stroking himself.

#

Riche wasn’t sure what had happened to him. He’d gone from being focused on eating and having fun to being rather…he didn’t know what he’d call it. Focused on family, he guessed? He felt like he’d forgotten what they had, what they were supposed to be, and now, he had the chance to make it right.

He’d flirted with his father, though, and that still felt weird. Not bad-weird, just new-weird, like this was something that he could get used to and probably would. He chuckled, shaking his head as he imagined the competition that the pair of them would get up to in the pool. The Huff family had always been eager to try and out-do one another, and this would be no exception.

[i]I’d enjoy putting him under me,[/i] Riche thought. [i]But…hell, if he put that tongue up my ass…[/i]

Daze had been hot – really hot – but the idea of his own dad putting that tongue to use back there? Fuck, that would hotter still. And he’d be able to really show his appreciation, and how much muscle-tone he had built up back there, and –

[i]Damn, I’ve got the hots for dad.[/i]

He never thought that he’d think that, but hell if he didn’t like it. He chuckled, leaning back as the new stripper came to the table, and –

And it was Darren.

He blinked, staring up at his little brother. It wasn’t just the shock of seeing him naked again – though that was definitely something of a surprise – but also the feeling of being…out-done. He looked back at their dad, and then back up at the way that Darren was swaying his hips, his cock, his everything to keep all eyes on him.

“…Oh, no you don’t…”

Riche grinned as he stood up, climbing onto the table, putting his back to the other side of the pole. The brothers touched their asses together as they bounced against the pole, humping in rhythm. It was easy to find it; they were both dancing to the bass that came through the floor, grinning as they moved around the pole, dancing together. They didn’t know the steps – or at least, Riche didn’t – but it was easy enough to improvise, to move together, to enjoy what was happening when they were moving together.

They slid, they swayed, and soon enough, they were facing each other from the opposite side of the pole. Darren leaned in, and so did Riche.

They didn’t kiss, of course. That would have been taking it further than he was comfortable with, but there was no shame in putting their cocks together for a good frot. He grabbed their cocks, holding them together and grinding forward, pulling back, forward, back, forward, back.

They moaned together.

They danced together.

They pressed together so that Darren’s chest brushed against his, and he realized that they were both doing quite well. All that office work hadn’t softened Darren a bit, and his nipples were just as hard as Riche’s were.

They smiled at one another, panting hard, only to pull apart. They were ass to ass again, grinding against the pole as if it were a long metal cock sticking out of the table rather than just the piece of furniture that allowed them to keep moving without falling over. They pressed together again, feeling their balls against the pole, against each other’s, and then they pulled apart once more.

Through it all, their dad was jerking off to the show. Not hard and fast, but slow and languid, showing his appreciation with each move, showing how much he loved what they were doing for him.

Riche loved the attention.

They were about to shift to another kind of show when he accidentally stepped in the tortilla chip bowl. The sudden stabbing feeling of a dozen broken chips going into the arch of his foot and between his toes snapped him out of his lust, and he yelped, jumping.

Then falling.

CRASH!

The entire room whipped around to see what had happened, and Riche blushed as he laid flat on his back just outside their booth. He laughed, then Lloyd did the same.

Only Darren did not.

One of the naga supervisors came over, helping Riche to his feet while shaking his head.

“Issss everything alright, sssirsss?” the naga asked.

“Yeah, yeah, everything’s fine,” Riche said.

“Are you fine with your current dancer, or would you like another?”

“Dancer? That’s my brother!”

“Ah, yessss, I undersssstand. I will leave you to that.”

The naga smiled, gathering up the spilled plates before leaving. Riche, having proved his point – as far as he had one – sat back down, moving closer to Lloyd and sitting beside him. Darren continued his dancing, moving fluidly from one pose to another, never stopping, never slowing down.

“So, how’d I do?” Riche asked.

“Pretty good. Pretty good.”

“That’s it?”

“You [i]did[/i] fall over, you know.”

“That was an accident. It’s a table. You know that wouldn’t normally happen.”

“You could always go for round two.”

“…Tempting, but nah. I tied with Darren, he can have this one on his own.”

It wasn’t like they needed to compete for everything, but he felt better now that he had earned a bit of approval. It was always good to feel like he’d done good.

#

Darren danced, and for a while, he didn’t think about anything. He realized things, was aware of them, but he didn’t [i]think.[/i] It was like he was purely in the moment, reacting, enjoying, doing things, but not feeling like he had to consider them. Why would he? He was enjoying himself.

He remembered that Mr. Lee had said a word to make him get started, but he couldn’t remember what the word was. He just remembered that it made him feel good. Feel right. Feel at ease with himself.

That was enough. That was more than enough.

So, as he danced, as he swayed his hips, as he ran his hands up and down his body to show off the kind of man he was – hot, sexy, desirable – he felt no shame at being wanted by his dad and brother. There was something validating there, something telling him that there was no shame in going past the taboo.

Instead, there was something almost…amazing about it. It wasn’t just that he was seducing his father and his brother with his body, wasn’t just that he was showing off for them and enjoying it. It was showing just how [i]good[/i] at this he was. If he could seduce his father and brother, two people that weren’t supposed to like him like this, then he could do that with anyone.

He stepped forward, sauntering past the dishes, placing his feet in the slight gaps and using careful footwork to ease the gaps wider for him to stand there. He squatted down, his cock pointing between Lloyd and Riche, Riche and Lloyd. He swayed, staying on the balls of his feet, showing off his cock and balls, showing off [i]everything[/i] that he had, and how hard he was for the two of them.

He felt…amazing, almost possessed by a spirit of power and pleasure, like he could do anything and get away with it.

In fact, he could.

He leaned forward, hopping slightly, and tapped his cock to his father’s lips. A little kiss followed, a little touch of tongue to his tip. Then he did the same to Riche, and got the same back.

It felt amazing. His cock dripped as he scooted back again, and he went back to dancing. Dancing, showing off, feeling his family and all others eyes on him.

Only on him.

#

They left the strip club at…some point much later in the evening, none of them were quite sure when. They wobbled a bit, not out of drunkenness, but out of pure pleasure and zonked-out states. Riche wobbled one way, Darren the other, and Lloyd was dragged between the two of them. All shame was gone; they touched each other, and while Lloyd was the one that pulled them along by their cocks, they were the ones rubbing his ass cheeks, teasing them, squeezing them.

They took the elevator up the penthouse, and when they arrived, Lloyd went to the couch and sat down. None of them were entirely thinking; their wants and needs were all over the place, and it felt like they were almost getting their desires projected into their minds. Glittering lights and little hisses and weird sounds were all around them, but they barely noticed, too focused on each other.

As Lloyd got comfortable on the couch, the boys sat down across from him, kneeling on the floor, each of them picking up one foot by the heel and tending to them. Soft licks, gentle nuzzles, pressing themselves to their father to tend to him the way that they knew he wanted, even though he didn’t know why he wanted it.

Was it Riche’s desire to do something that he was good at?

Did Lloyd realize that he have a foot fetish and want to indulge?

Was it merely the subconscious desire that Darren had to do something that he was familiar with?

Was it all three?

Whatever it was, it seemed to be picked up and encouraged by whatever had started this whole thing. Darren and Riche dragged their tongues along their father’s soles, not bothered by the little bit of sweat that had been worked up, not at all bothered by the fact that they were doing this with family. If anything, they seemed all the harder for it.

There was no talking, no teasing, just simple loving and enjoyment between them. The licking shifted to toe-sucking, and that to something further. Riche slid in-between his father’s legs, while Darren lowered himself to his brother’s ass. Even as Riche started sucking Lloyd off, Darren had his tongue busy elsewhere.

They moaned together, and that was far from the end.

#

The next morning came early, and Darren bit off a groan. He could feel a warm body against his back. His bare back. Had he slept nude? The movement of the sheets against his crotch said ‘yes’, and it said it loudly and pleasurably.

Hissing as he shifted his position so that the head of his morning wood wasn’t rubbing against the soft sheets, he looked over his shoulder. His dad and Riche were both sleeping on their backs, and both of them were tenting the sheets with their own morning woods. It was not quite embarrassing, but it was rather stark.

Not-quite blushing, he slid out of bed and made his way to the living room. He found his phone on the floor – atop a note from Housekeeping wishing him a good stay – and picked it up, dialing out. It ran once.

“[i]Hello?[/i]”

“Mr. Lee. What did we do last night?”

“[i]I made it so you felt no shame.[/i]”

“But…but what did we…”

“[i]Whatever you felt ashamed about wanting, I took it away.[/i]”

“…”

“[i]I assume that you are second-guessing yourself. Shall I say it again?[/i]”

Someone else might have been teasing. Mr. Lee, however, was only offering; there was none of the sensual sort of tease to the question, just purely the offer of a choice. It was always so strange. Darren shook his head.

“Not yet. I want to keep my head on straight this time.”

“[i]That is acceptable. Take care, and try to relax while getting me further information. I will want a full report by the end of the day of everything that you’ve discovered so far.[/i]”

“Yes, sir.”

“[i]And Darren?[/i]”

“Yes?”

“[i]You have done well.[/i]”

Click.

He smiled despite himself. He didn’t know how he felt about what he’d done, but…well, he didn’t feel bad. And his boss was happy with him. Those two things amounted to something good, at least.

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

Summary: Darren and his family have an interesting and hypnotic night out.

Tags: M/M, M/M/M, Dancing, Strip-Tease, Human, Naga, Snow Leopard, Hypnosis, Trigger Word, Series, Incest, Brothers, Siblings, Brothers/Father, Father/Sons, Foot Fetish, Oral, Rimming, Morning Wood, Nudity, Exhibitionism,