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Correcting the Parent

By Draconicon

The thumps of instrument cases and the shuffling feet of orchestra players that had better places to be filled the auditorium, but Thimas had already let go of the various students wanting to be there once practice was over. Some few, perhaps, would linger. Others would start to enjoy the genre more after they had the chance to show off for the crowd, once they felt the strings sing and the woodwinds soar, but the older badger expected that to be no more than a quarter of the orchestra. Most of them would be here for the year and no longer, moving on when it fulfilled their classes.

But that was enough for him. He smiled as he shrunk his baton, collapsing it within itself before tucking it into his jacket pocket. He shook his head, idly speculating what he might suggest for the next concert as the students filed out. Perhaps something more bombastic, like the New World Symphony? No, no, that would be torture for the newcomers; probably something milder.

Most of the students had already filed out with only a few of the cello players and one of the violinists still gathering their things. The older badger leaned back, taking his comfortable seat beside his podium and crossing one leg over the other. However, his smile slowly died as he realized two things.

First, a certain collie dog wasn't waiting at the auditorium door as he had been for the rest of the year. Scott - the collie - had never taken part in a lesson, but he had always been there, waiting for Deakin, the giraffe violinist that was still fumbling with his instrument.

Second, he caught sight of a tear hastily wiped away on the giraffe's face.

"Mr. Stephans, if you wouldn't mind staying behind?"

"Huh?"

"If you wouldn't mind staying behind for a moment, Mr. Stephans. I'd like a small word with you," the badger repeated.

"Yes, sir. Sorry; did I make a mistake?"

Thimas shook his head with as comforting a smile as he could muster, waving for the cello players to keep packing up. The other members of the orchestra nodded, going back to chatting with each other with their heads down, while Deakin looked positivity terrified.

Oh, dear, this can't be good.

Once they were gone, he curled his finger, and after a moment's hesitation, Deakin walked up to the podium. His head was down, and with a long neck like that, it was impossible to look anything but absolutely wretched. Thimas sighed, shaking his head.

"Mr. Stephans. Are you alright?"

"I'm fine."

"If you don't mind me saying, you really aren't," the badger said. "Do you want to try that again, or do you want to let me help?"

"Heh...I don't think you can."

"Try me."

"It's nothing."

"Deakin - do you mind if I call you by your first name?"

"You're the only teacher that stays with last names, sir."

"Consider it a certain old fashion I prefer, heh." Thimas smiled. "Deakin. I don't know what's going on, but you're wearing your heart on your sleeve. Or rather, your face; you look miserable."

"..."

"And judging by the lack of your usual friend, I can only assume something's happened there. Is there something that I need to know about?"

"It's nothing. Not his fault."

"Ah. But someone's. Not yours, I assume, or you'd be feeling something else." Thimas chuckled. "What's the matter? A little lover's quarrel?"

"Oh god...is it that obvious?"

"...Well, not until just that moment, admittedly, but I suppose in hindsight -"

He winced as the giraffe crumpled inward. His legs shook and he turned away, and it was clear the young man was utterly humiliated. Thimas stood up, resting his hand on his student's shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"There, there. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have treated that so lightly. What's wrong? Really?"

"I...It's my..."

"Parent?"

Deakin nodded, and Thimas had to take a moment not to squeeze that little bit tighter. It was one of those situations, then. Oh, the fact that he still had to face these. He'd hoped that the last twenty years had done more to start bringing people into an age of free love again. The counterculture had done so much before it faded, and with all the free love the younger generation had with their apps and hook-ups, he'd hoped for me.

Apparently, some had yet to let go of their problems. He shook his head, guiding the giraffe to one of the chairs. Nobody would be coming to the auditorium now; it was the end of the day and most students would be making for the buses with all due speed. They had time to talk.

"Sit down and take a breath," he said, helping the violinist into place. "Just talk with me, hmm? I promise, I won't say a thing until you're done."

"I - I shouldn't. My father -"

True to his word, Thimas kept his mouth shut, but Deakin didn't seem able to continue. Still, it seemed a reasonable enough sort of assumption to think that the father was the source of the problem.

Who was he - oh, right. Ah. Yes. Him.

It took him a moment to make the connection between Deakin's last name - Stephans - and a certain giraffe state senator. Caillan Stephans was a first-time senator that was up for reelection in a year or so, and despite the fact that he had come in as a moderate, he was already swinging far to the right. Certain rhetoric had been peppering the airwaves for the last month, and from Thimas's experience, it was going to get worse before it got better.

Always comes in waves. A swing to one side, pushing until we get near to genocide, and then a few people with a conscience start dragging it back the other way. Or we get something all too close to war and we have to fight it out before we can fix things. Again, and again.

Shaking his head, he took a seat beside the giraffe, gently rubbing his back. Deakin bit back a couple of shivers and shakes, as well as the start of a sob, before wiping his eyes and continuing.

"My dad...he doesn't want me to...be public about it."

Thimas nodded.

"And Scott...well, he...he doesn't like being in the closet. He's out, I mean, really out, and - fuck...fuck..."

Thimas nodded again. A politician pushing against the current scapegoats would not do well with a son on the 'other side,' so to speak. Judging from the sounds of it, Caillan had made the terms quite clear: break up and hide it, or get kicked out. Or worse. He shook his head as he kept rubbing the giraffe's back, giving him the space to talk.

"I don't know what to do. He said...he said if I talked to Scott again, or got with anyone else...He said he'd kick me out. Or...or send me away."

Conversion therapy, probably. Thimas once more had to fight to keep his hand from going still or showing the simmering bits of anger already bubbling up, but a conductor knew how to put on a show. He just nodded as Deakin kept going.

"I don't know what to do. I told...I told Scott to stay away...to take a break...Oh god, he looked so...What the fuck do I do...What do I do?"

"...Do you want me to talk to him?" Thimas asked.

"I don't think that'd do anything."

"You never know. Has anyone talked to him about how his policies are affecting his constituents?"

"I - I don't think so."

"Then let me make a call."

"If he finds out -"

"He won't find out that you talked about it. I'll keep your name out of it. But is it alright with you if I get involved?"

"...Knock yourself out. Just...don't mention..."

"I promise you. I won't drag you into this. I give you my word."

#

It took surprisingly little effort to get an interview with the senator. Then again, the badger had a bit of a reputation in certain arenas, and the promise of a potential concert for Senator Stephans had been more than enough to get him entry. Bribes were just as valid as they had been back in his prime.

And so it was that the badger waited just outside the giraffe's office, having changed his buttoned-up white shirt and black jacket and tie for something a little less...intense. A simple, relaxed suit-jacket with a cool-red shade and a black undershirt made for a more relaxed, if still formal appearance, and while he was a little more aware of his gut while he was seated, he still presented a decent figure. He sat with his legs crossed, occasionally running his fingers through his lengthy face-fluff, and waited.

For nearly twenty minutes, he was kept waiting, but when the door swung open to the senator's office, the senator himself stepped out to greet him. Caillan smiled as he walked over, the thirty-something giraffe offering him a hand to shake.

"Well, I never thought I'd see the day that someone like you would be here," the giraffe said. "I heard from some of my colleagues that you were quite the composer in your day."

"Still am," the badger said, smiling as he tucked one hand into his pockets. "And the offer is still on the table, in exchange for this meeting."

"Of course, of course. Shall we?"

"Yes, please."

They stepped into the circular office. It didn't escape him that the rounded room was a clear imitation of other offices that were of far higher stature, nor that the desk was arranged to be as intimidating as possible. Thimas took a seat in front of it as the giraffe sat down behind it.

"So, what brings you here today?" Caillan asked, leaning back in his seat. "Can't be just to get your name in the papers again, heh. I mean, not that I'd blame you."

"Oh, just a couple of questions. A man can't be too careful with his elected representative, can we?"

"Well, heh, anything to keep a good man's vote."

Or a loud voice quiet, Thimas imagined. The giraffe's smile was never quite big enough to look entirely real; he had the look of someone that was still trying to figure something out. And well he should. Thimas hadn't been part of the political game for a while, but the last time that he had done something...

The badger pulled a flash drive from his pocket, laying it on the desk. He pushed it across to the giraffe.

"To save time, would you mind putting this on? It's a rough version of the concert I've planned for you."

"Certainly."

The giraffe plugged it in and set the tune to playing. A violin soon filled the room with a somber sound, quiet but sophisticated, and just a trifle melancholy as the woodwinds came in behind it. Thimas crossed his hands in his lap as the senator looked at his screen for a moment, waiting until he had the other man's attention before continuing. It took a trifle longer than it should have before the other man turned to look at him again.

"Now, how can I help you?" Caillan asked.

"As a long-time supporter of the fine arts, there's a certain part of society that I'm well-acquainted with. The members of the LGBTQ+ community are frequent patrons of the performing arts, so I have a vested interest in the bills that you've been supporting of late. As well as the things that you've been saying."

"Heh, you know how the game is played, Thimas. You have to throw a little meat to the crowd from time to time," the giraffe said with a dismissive wave.

"It seems a bit more than a little meat to the crowd, sir. After all, you are pushing bills advocating for a step back with civil rights."

"Only to get people asking questions, I assure you. We have jumped forward very quickly in the last twenty years. Has anyone really asked that many questions in the meantime?"

"I think quite a few were asked, considering the battles in the court over it," the badger said. "And it's more than just performers that have to be concerned. Students, too; they're looking to the future as much as any of us. Do you think that they feel entirely safe when they don't know if the rights that they grew up with are still going to be there when they're living their own lives?"

Caillan frowned, and the music continued to play on. The violin had shifted to a lower pitch, something that was straining at the lower registers of the instrument's range, but called to a different sort of instinct. Despite the odd sound, the giraffe didn't turn to the computer. Instead, he narrowed his eyes.

"What brought you here, really?" he asked. "For someone that disapproves of my work, you're offering quite a bit with a come-back concert."

"It was a way to get my foot in the door."

"And now?"

"Now, I suppose, it depends on your answers," the badger said, shrugging. "I want to assume good in people. I doubt that you're someone that believes that strongly that anyone not straight is just evil, or that they don't deserve the same things that everyone else has."

"I'm not saying that we need to take it away, just that we need to ask questions."

"You're saying the same thing that everyone has said since this started, Mr. Stephans."

"Senator. Senator Stephans, if you please," Caillan said.

"Senator." Thimas nodded. "But you are. Ever since the first time someone asked 'Why don't we have the same rights?' people asked why they needed it. They asked it for anyone that wasn't exactly the same as everyone else. A male with a male, a female with a female, anything but what was already there, they asked. And it has always happened for the same reason: because someone doesn't want to change the status quo.

"So, my question is, senator. Do you believe it, or are you just trying to get some clout from people that didn't vote for you the first time?"

"I'm getting clout - what the -"

As Caillan covered his mouth, wide-eyed and shocked, Thimas nodded. The music had done its job. Even as the senator stared at him, the badger stood up from his chair.

"That's what I thought. Thanks for the confirmation, however."

"What did you -"

"Have you ever had a boyfriend, Senator?"

"I did - HOW THE HELL?!"

It was the music, of course. The piece was rough, unpolished, but the effects were as strong as they had always been.

Thimas walked around the giraffe's desk, standing behind his chair. The song continued to play, the hypnotic strings and the soothing woodwinds keeping the giraffe in place. The song had been written in such a way to bring the mind to a happy, relaxed state, unquestioning, willing, wanting to do what was asked of it. Even as he pressed down on the senator's shoulders, he could feel the muscles unwinding, relaxing, getting less and less stiff under his fingers.

"You know what we do for each other, then. What it's like as part of the community."

"How...you..."

"I don't know why you decided to leave that sort of love behind, Senator, but I want you to remember what it felt like to be part of it."

"I'm not...I just...it was just...experimenting..."

"And was it a successful experiment? Was it something that made you happy?"

"..."

"Senator, let me remind you of how that felt. Let me remind you what you used to have."

"Please -"

"Turn your chair around, please."

The giraffe did as he was told. By the time that he had spun the chair about, his back to the door, his eyes were glassy and his cheeks a bit red. As a matter of fact, he looked a trifle drunk compared to how he'd looked when first stepping out of the office.

Thimas shook his head as he stroked his hands down the giraffe's arms, then his hips as he squatted in front of the younger man. His fingers worked inward, pressing against the senator's crotch, and he felt the throbbing stiffness that was getting more and more obvious behind the zipper. With each note played, it was that much stronger, the song doing more and more to pull the other man back to his roots.

He wondered how everyone could forget his time at the conductor's platform in the great concert halls across the country, how he had ruled every crowd with the notes of his symphonies. The songs had held the audience spellbound, literally, and as a younger man, he had enjoyed both the class and the crass alike. The skill to seize the mind had never left him; he'd just chosen to use it less often, and more with individuals rather than large crowds. But the skill itself had never faded.

As the strings sung through the speakers, he slowly unbuttoned the giraffe's pants. The cock within sprung free, along with a faint scent of sweat, a bit of musk, the starting prickle of the musky odor of a dripping dick. Thimas gripped the base, looking up at the red-faced younger man.

"I want you to feel this, and remember that this is what we share with each other," he said, stroking his thumb right beneath the head. "That this is the same love, the same care, the same pleasure that we all have. Heh. And remember...you had this, and you want to take it away."

He lowered his head around the tip, sucking it just past his lips. The giraffe moaned over his head, helpless to the pull of the music's tone as Thimas flicked his tongue back and forth, tracing the curve of the head, the little divot in the tip where the pre-cum flowed freely, and the little ledge where the foreskin had already pulled itself back and tucked itself in place. It was all a familiar taste, something that he had enjoyed many times from his players and from his audience. All different, but all the same deep down.

Lick, flick, tease. His tongue never stopped moving, never stopped working along the head. It didn't take long before the senator was huffing overhead, the giraffe's legs twitching and flexing, but the music was as good as a drug for keeping him from pulling away. The badger's hands pressed against the other man's thighs, rubbing them, his lips sliding further down to take more of the shaft into his mouth. The whole thing was soon completely stiff, perhaps seven inches long, and the giraffe huffed and puffed from the pleasure that he was obviously getting out of it.

Up, down, up, down the badger went, going to the base before pulling back ever so slowly. Long years of practice made it easy to shape his lips to that shaft, just tight enough to make it good without making it uncomfortable. His lips were pulled over his teeth, and his tongue kept everything wet and slick.

"Mmmph...ah...nnngh..."

Thimas pulled all the way back to the head, flicking his tongue over the slit at the tip once more, before bobbing his head forward. All the way to the base, all the way to the bottom of that cock. He took it right to the hilt, sucking hard from there, and the giraffe all but jerked in his chair. A weak spasm, admittedly, held back by the music, but still intense.

Up.

Down.

Up.

Down.

His movements were quiet, slow, but always intense, his tongue always moving, his throat always open for the head when he pushed to the bottom. One hand fished the giraffe's balls from his pants, the other gently rubbed the other man's legs. Every touch seemed to make the senator shiver, and Thimas took his time to pull back again. Up, up, up, right to the head, letting it loose with a soft 'pop.'

"Do you remember this?" he asked.

"Mmmph...I...I remember..."

"So easy. So simple. So right."

"Nnngh..."

"This is what you can have again. You don't have to be like this. You can come back. Support us...and we'll support you."

Suck, slurp. He ground his longer face-fur against the giraffe's thighs, and it took almost no time at all to feel that pulsing, throbbing need in his mouth again. The senator couldn't find his words; he was barely managing to grunt, huffing and hissing with each suck, each lick, each tease that his cock received.

The more cock you suck, the more similar they start to feel, the badger thought. He worked his way back to the tip, circling the head again, feeling the slightly spongy flesh under his tongue, tasting the slick saltiness that came out with each pulse. The music continued to play, the concerto that he had written, performed, and edited having at least a half-hour to go before it would be done. And this dick...needs a certain...pressure.

A pressure that he wasn't giving. Instead, he pulled back off it once more, flicking his tongue along the head again. Caillan moaned, whimpering.

"Tell me. Is this worth getting rid of?" he asked.

"Nnngh...please...so...so..."

"Our community doesn't want to hurt anyone. We don't want to fight. We don't want to turn others to be like us. And you were with us, once. Come back, and remember all this. Let's make this work."

"Nnngh...why...why are you..."

"You'll never be happy with spreading hate. You won't get this from the other side. So...come back."

"Mmmph...ah..."

"Tell me you will...and I'll help you finish," Thimas said.

"I will...I will..."

"Heh..."

The badger let go of the giraffe's cock, getting back to his feet. He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand, using his other hand to stroke the younger man's cheek.

"Write an email now. Send it to your press secretary, announcing your support for the local LGBTQ+ charities. Show me you mean it."

"I...I..."

"Show us that you want to come back...and we'll take you back. I promise."

"..."

The giraffe, red-faced and embarrassed, turned to the computer. Thimas wasn't surprised.

When you give up on love and happiness, and then suddenly get it again, it's hard to know what to do, he thought as the giraffe tapped away at the keyboard. And someone like that...

He doubted that it would just fix things for Deakin, all things considered. His father was still a mess, and he had every reason to believe that the giraffe would make more mistakes before he got better, but at least it would be a start.

And better to do it with love than with punishment.

The senator could have become a martyr if he was just forced over to the other side, humiliated into it. This way, he could see what he was missing, and if he was that starved for attention...well, Thimas knew a number of young men that would be happy to fulfill whatever Caillan wanted.

"T-there...I sent it," the giraffe said, turning around in his chair. "Please...can we -"

"Of course," the badger said, smiling. "But let's just change the mood music. Let's have something a little...bouncier."

The End

Summary: Thimas serves as a regular conductor and teacher for the orchestra. When he learns one of his students is having issues with a homophobic father, he takes steps.

Tags: M/M, Badger, Age Difference, Body Control, Embarrassment, Orientation Play, Oral, Blowjob, Giraffe, Correction, Edging, Teasing, Pre-Cum, Musk, Dominant Blowjob,