Homo-Suggestion
This story was requested by Zsisron Darkwater (his FurAffinity account can be found here: http://www.furaffinity.net/user/Zsisron), and it only took me three times as long as I said it would to get it to him. -_-
This was a biggie. Enjoy. Comments are greatly appreciated. Criticism welcome; douchebaggery not.
A note: The hypnosis techniques used in this story are real techniques used by real people; yes, hypnosis is a real thing. The title is an allusion to hetero-suggestion, which is when a person hypnotizes another person.
I knew majoring in Psychology would be a good thing.
Sunday
Drake was eating breakfast when the long-awaited knock at the door came. He opened the door and hugged the young, light blue dragon on the other side, who dropped the bags he was holding.
"Hey, dad," Patrick said. "You think I can come in, or you gonna squeeze the air out of me just when I get home?"
Drake released his son. "You want something to eat?" he asked.
"Nah, I ate on the way," Patrick replied. "Let me go put my stuff up."
Drake watched Patrick climb up the stairs. The 22-year-old had gotten some exercise during his time at school.
Patrick came back down the stairs a few minutes later, wearing a T-shirt and shorts with no shoes. He stretched and his wings nearly touched the ceiling.
"Where's mom?" he asked.
"She's at work," Drake said. "You know how unpredictable her schedule can be; people need their doctors. So tell me everything!"
Father and son sat down on a nearby sofa while Patrick told his dad all about college. Drake had heard most of it before--experienced it in his time--but he hung on Patrick's every word about how crappy the food was on Tuesdays, how this teacher was awesome but this teacher was a prick, about that fake bomb threat that happened two years ago. Four years away from home was summarized in an hour.
"So," Drake said when Patrick finished, a teasing grin on his face, "you got any girlfriends yet or did they all kill eachother trying to get to you?"
Patrick laughed. "Nah, I hardly had time to study, let alone date. Not to mention, I'm already paying out the ass for courses I'll never use. Why waste more money on dinners and gifts and girly crap, huh?"
Drake grabbed one of his son's lean biceps. Patrick wasn't huge, but he was definitely well-built. "Well, you certainly wouldn't have any trouble if you wanted." He grinned.
Patrick grinned back and then sighed. "I'll be home for a while, but I need to start on a summer online course. My math sucks balls. I was actually hoping you would help me with someâ€""
A horn sounded outside.
"Sounds like mom's home," Patrick said. "I'll tell you later."
The two dragons got up and went to meet Helena, Drake's wife and Patrick's mother. She kissed them both and doted upon her son before he went to tell her everything he told Drake.
The day flew by. Drake and Patrick had a few beers together and Helena constantly remarked on how Patrick wasn't eating enough; she stopped saying that after Patrick ate more than both his parents combined that night at the dinner table.
When everyone was settled into the living room, Patrick began to head up the steps. He turned around and called, "Hey, dad! Can you come here, please?"
Drake went up into Patrick's old room. He had already unpacked his clothes and books and put them in his closet. He pulled out one small handbook and handed it to Drake.
"While I was at at school," Patrick began, "I had some issues sleeping and studying. So I saw a therapist, who recommended hypnosis."
Drake looked at the handbook Patrick gave him. The cover said "Myths and Facts about Hypnosis for Therapy Patients."
"Anyway," Patrick said, "the therapist told me that it had to be done with somebody else, so I had my roommate, Greg--you remember him--do it for me. I have to do it a few times a day. It helps a ton with studying and sleep. Can you help me?"
Drake pictured himself waving a pendant in front of his son's glossy eyes and stifled a laugh. "Hypnosis? All right, but I don't believe in this psycho-babble bullcrap. What do you need to do?"
Patrick turned to his suitcase and pulled out a small instructional video. "This'll show you. It's only twenty minutes long. I promise, it's not like the parlor tricks you're thinking about." He popped the video into the old VCR that had been unused in his room for years and the tape began.
A human male walked onto the screen. "Hello. I'm Dr. Cormac. In this video I will show you how to apply therapeutic hypnosis for family members or friends."
The video was actually interesting. The doctor demonstrated that hypnosis was not a sort of "zombie state" like the popular conception suggested, but rather a wakeful state of heightened suggestibility and awareness. The "sleepy effect" a person seemed to view occurred because their bodies relaxed, but their minds stayed quite active.
There were many methods of hypnotic induction (putting somebody under a so-called "trance"), but the one most favored by hypnotists was the Braidist "eye-fixation" effect. By holding a shiny object about 8 inches from the patient's eyes, (here Patrick pulled out the coin he'd been using), the patient would concentrate on the object and his eyes will slowly dilate, thus hypnotizing him. This was the method the hypnotist suggested using.
When the video was over, Drake took the coin and held it like the doctor had said: between the thumb and fore and middle fingers of the left hand, held as high above Patrick's forehead as possible to create as much strain the eyes and eyelids would hold.
"I still don't think this will work," Drake said.
"You don't need to; you just need to move the coin," Patrick replied. He was staring at the coin, having already started.
Three minutes passed. Patrick hadn't blinked, but nothing appeared to be happening.
After five minutes, Drake noticed Patrick's pupils begin to dilate. His eyelids fluttered slightly from staring at the coin so long.
When his pupils dilated fully, and his eyelids were beginning to droop, Drake moved the coin slightly and Patrick's eyes closed immediately. They fluttered slightly while closed. The doctor said this was normal. He was in the suggestive state.
"Hey, you okay?" Drake asked.
"Yeah," Patrick said in a sleepy voice. According to the video, Drake could stick his son with a five-inch-thick needle and he'd barely feel it at this point; as long as Drake told him not to.
"Okay," Drake said. He repeated what Patrick told him to say. "You're very tired, now. Go to bed, and you'll wake up in exactly nine hours." Drake had added, "Love you, Patrick."
"Love you, too," Patrick quietly replied. His eyes still closed, he leaned forward and kissed Drake right on the lips--a quick, simple good-night perk, but it stunned Drake all the same. Then Patrick removed his clothes--all of them. His abs rippled as he stretched to remove his pants from his legs. He raised his tail to pull it from the hole in his pants, and for a second Drake saw his exposed tailhole. He moved normally, but his eyes stayed closed the entire time, opening only when he needed to find the bed (and even then they only opened slightly). He climbed his naked body into the bed, under the covers, and went to sleep immediately.
Drake sat there, staring at Patrick. He quickly stood up and walked to the bathroom between the master bedroom and Patrick's room. He locked the doors and tried to suppress the growing bulge in his crotch.
Okay, he thought, he kissed me, but he was hypnotized. It's probably because I said "I love you." Then he got naked, but again, hypnotized. Means nothing.
His unyielding erection begged to differ. He quietly slipped into his room and sat on his desk. He pulled out of a hidden drawer the journal he'd used since he was a teen; not even Helena knew about it. He always wrote his problems and dreams in it; it had become habit after a few years. He pulled out a pen and began to write like he was addressing another person.
***
Patrick finally came home today. Good lord, how the boy has changed. He told me all about his life at school. I wonder if he had time to miss us during all that. Said he started using the gym every other day; presumably to look good for the girls. The boy never had much interest in sports.
He also got into hypnosis. Says it helps with sleep and studying. I of course thought it was bullshit, but after he asked me to help, well. . .I'll say I'm not nearly as skeptical as I was. The boy gave me a pamphlet--I need to read that at some point--and had me watch a video about it. It was simple enough: Get him to concentrate on something shiny and he'll zonk out.
After we did that, and he was hypnotized--it was kinda freaky how his eyelids moved, like something out of a bad movie--I told him to get tired and go to bed.
Then he kissed me. On the lips.
It only lasted a split second. Just a good-night peck; nothing more. I think it was because I said "I love you." Perhaps he took that to mean I'm his lover or something in his hypnotic state thing or whatever it's called.
Then he undressed. All the way.
And it was hot.
It felt like he moved in slow motion, like in a video, taking off his shirt and his pants. . .and oh, God, that tail.
I thought I had made my old homo urges go away after I married and had a child with Helena. I mean, sure, there was the occasional remission every once in a blue moon, but I never felt like this. My son gave me a boner.
I feel dirty. It's my damn son, after all. Now I can't get that picture of him out of my head: his naked self bending over, his tail raised in the air. . .but I shouldn't think about it. Not only is it immoral as hell, but even if there was no problem with incest, it's not like he feels the same about me. No, it would be futile trying to put him to bed.
Unless. . . . .would it work? The video did say that a hypnotized person was highly suggestible. . . maybe more uninhibited? But could I do that to him?
No. I won't make him screw with me like that. It's sick.
But maybe. . . maybe I can just play around with him a little. You know, a kiss here, a grope there. Nothing major.
Helena's leaving for a major job thing tomorrow. Can't even remember what it was. She'll be gone all week.
I suppose that means I'll be home with Patrick all week. Just the two of us.
***
Monday
Drake and Patrick got up early to say goodbye to Helena. She was in tears as she left.
"I'm sorry to go just when you got home, honey," she said to Patrick.
Patrick hugged her. "It's fine, mom, really. I'll be home when you get back."
Drake didn't say much. His mind was on other things.
After Helena left, Drake and Patrick went inside. Drake turned to Patrick. "You know what I just realized?" Patrick turned his head, intrigued. "I never took you out drinking."
Patrick laughed. "Yeah, well, that may be for the best. No offense, dad, but you and mom would've flipped if you saw how baked I got on my 21st."
"Oh, really?" Drake grinned. "Will I have to spank you?"
He thought of how nice that would be.
"No, daddy, no! I promise I won't do it again!" Patrick laughed some more. "But really, if you wanna go out, I'd like that."
Drake thought about it. "Later today would be good. When do you need to do your hypnotizing thing?"
"First time's usually about 8:00, but I can go without it today if you want."
"No," Drake said, "No, if that's your routine, the best thing is to keep to it. It'll only screw you up otherwise."
"Well, all right. You wanna go ahead and help me now?"
Oh, yes, he did.
"Sure," was all he said.
Again they were in his room, and again Drake held the coin in his fingers. Patrick stared up at it until his pupils dilated. Drake moved his hand and Patrick's eyes suddenly closed. Same as the night before.
But now, Drake had new ideas.
"Patrick?"
"Hmm." He mumbled, eyes still closed like in a dream.
"I'm, uh, going to kiss you a bit now, and you'll like it."
"Sounds good," he said sleepily.
Drake hesitated a moment, then leaned forward and kissed his son on the lips. He jerked back immediately, afraid that Patrick might snap out of it at any moment and go ballistic.
He didn't.
So Drake kissed him again. Longer this time.
"Mmm." Patrick moaned lightly. He kissed back, sticking his tongue into his father's mouth. His
breath tasted like the mint toothpaste he had used that morning.
Drake pulled away when he felt himself becoming dangerously hard.
Drake looked at Patrick. "So how do you feel?"
"Good," Patrick said. His eyes remained closed the entire time.
"Did you like it?"
"Yeah. Your mouth tastes nice."
It worked! Drake considered doing it some more but decided not to press his luck. At least, not yet.
A thought came to Drake. What if Patrick woke up from the hypnosis and remembered what happened? He didn't remember kissing Drake the night before, had he? How would he react?
Well, he would have to take the risk.
"When I snap my fingers three times, you'll wake up," he said, just like the video had shown.
"All right," Patrick replied. Drake snapped his fingers once, twice, three times.
Patrick's eyes popped open.
"So is that it?" Drake asked.
"Yep," Patrick said, his voice back to normal. "Nothing to it, but it really improves concentration after a while."
Patrick wasn't flipping out. That was good. So he couldn't remember what happened.
"Something wrong, dad?"
Drake snapped back to attention. "Uh, no. "
Patrick laughed. "Speaking of improving concentration! Perhaps I should do this on you some time, eh?"
"Ha, do and I'll make you sleepwalk naked into the nearest mall, boy."
***
They were together most of the rest of the day. After showering they went out to eat; Drake showed Patrick what had changed in four years: Stores, restaurants, landmarks. Patrick showed Drake a place where he'd sometimes hang out when he had told his parents that he was doing crap for homework. Drake just laughed, glad that he wasn't a part of some drug-selling gang.
They got home late. Patrick was wobbling from the drinks he had; Drake was just a little buzzed.
"M-I'm goin' to bed, dad," Patrick slurred as he stumbled up the stairs. Drake followed him and performed the hypnosis on him. It was more difficult this time, since Patrick had difficulty concentrating on the coin, but on the fourth try his eyes closed and he moved normally.
"Good night, son." Drake kissed Patrick once more. Now his breath tasted like alcohol.
"N-Night, dad," he said. He took off his clothes--Drake helped him with his pants. The boy needed the help, after all. Drake's hand "accidentally" slid across Patrick's rump as he slowly pulled the boy's pants down. Patrick never noticed.
***
Today, I kissed a boy. My boy.
Helena left this morning. Poor girl; her son just got home and she has to leave for a week. But I'd be lying if I said I wasn't glad for the alone time with Patrick.
When we did the hypnotism thing again, I decided to kiss him. So I simply said "kiss me and like it," and that's what happened. I was nervous at first. I thought he might snap awake and see me licking my lips--and his. But he didn't. He kissed back. I felt his long, wet tongue in my mouth. He tasted so good. I'm feeling hard just remembering it.
After I woke him out of it, he seemed to have forgotten everything he did under hypnosis. That's a very good thing; I don't want to imagine how he'd react to me touching him in that state. How would he react? Would he leave and never come back? Would he call the police; is it legal to mess with someone under hypnosis? That isn't rape, is it? Is incest legal? We're both adults, after all. . .ah, well. As long as he forgets, everything will be fine. I hope.
We went out to eat today. Sneaky little bastard told me that he used to lie to me and Helena and go off to some arcade when we thought he was doing something for school. And yet, I can't be mad at him. He's an adult now, and it could have been worse; he could have been off selling crack to kids. He turned out fine, looks and all.
He also got drunk. Got that from me. He was stumbling around when we got home, and I was feeling a little buzzed myself. But still, we did the hypnosis (it was harder this time; apparently he needs total concentration). He was too drunk to get his clothes off (or that's what I'm telling myself), so I helped him. . .and copped a feel of his taught, smooth ass at the same time. I could swear he raised his tail a little.
Just a feel here, a kiss there. No more. Gotta remember that.
***
Tuesday
Drake woke up late that morning. He had been up late into the night, thinking about what he was doing and what he was going to do. Patrick was already up and had eaten breakfast, and was watching television in the living room when Drake walked in.
"Well, good morning, sunshine," Patrick said, grinning. "Sleep good?"
Drake yawned. "Not really. How long have you been up?"
Patrick looked at his watch. "Few hours. I need to do some work today, but God, this hangover. . .also, I wanted to wait for you so we could do our thing. They say hypnosis helps with splitting headaches."
Drake nearly grinned when Patrick referred to the hypnosis as "our thing."
Patrick already had the coin with him, so Drake sat on the couch and performed the hypnosis. Same as before: Patrick's eyes fluttered and closed and his breathing became deep and his voice became sleepy. Drake was beginning to find his trace state to be a turn-on.
Drake gave Patrick a quick kiss. "Now," he said, "let's have a little fun, first."
"Okay," was his son's only reply.
He embraced Patrick in a long, wet kiss that the hypnotized dragon returned. Drake wrapped his arms around his son's sexy body, moving his hands under his shirt and down his pants at certain times so he could savor the feeling of his rippling abs and his smooth buttocks. Patrick did likewise, and lightly rubbed Drake's crotch through his pants, causing it to bulge. A bulge of Patrick's own was working, Drake noticed, and he rubbed the spot tenderly. They began to take deep, heavy breaths as their passions increased together. Kissing soon became licking: Drake licked his son's cheeks and snout and Patrick licked Drake's chin and down his neck.
Drake knew that if he continued, it would escalate into a full-blown fucking. So he ordered Patrick to stop. With one last wet slurp up his face, Patrick sat back, smiling lazily.
"All right," Drake said. "Go and do your studies now."
"All right," Patrick said. He opened his eyes slightly and walked up to his room.
Drake made sure to give him a small smack on the butt before he walked off.
Patrick studied most of the day. He came out when the hypnosis had worn off to eat a huge lunch. The most interaction he had with Drake was the occasional "hey" that day.
At bedtime, Drake had him strip.
"Take your clothes off nice and slow for me, sexy boy."
Patrick obeyed. He started with his shirt, slowly pulling one side up, exposing his abs and his right nipple. Then he removed the other side, and dropped the shirt onto the floor. He stretched, crossing his arms behind his head and sticking his waist out toward an awestruck Drake.
"Yeah, strike a nice, sexy pose for the big draggy," he said. His hand moved to his crotch.
Patrick turned around and began to remove his pants, back toward Drake. He unfastened his belt, and slowly removed it. His pants dropped an inch or so, revealing the underwear strap at his waist. He put a thumb in his pants and underwear and pulled down, exposing his ass only slightly.
Drake unzipped his pants and sat on the floor. His hardening cock was restlessly pushing against his underwear, begging for a jack. He put his hand in his pants and slowly stroked the front of his member.
Patrick turned back around and unbuttoned his jeans, unzipped them, and slowly pulled them down his lean legs. His briefs sported a large bulge; Drake's command to enjoy it worked, it seemed. Patrick turned around and dropped the pants on the bed. His tail poked through his underwear at the top.
Drake stroked harder at his fully erect dragon penis. "Mmm, take it off, boy," he groaned.
Patrick turned back around and smiled. He slowly removed the briefs, pulling them down his legs and his long tail. His cock and balls were fully exposed to a drooling Drake. His 8-inch hardon stuck out like a huge rock and his balls dangled freely between his legs. A small dab of precum was on the tip.
"Oh, god, yes," Drake moaned. He was rubbing his own cock vigorously. Spurts of precum flowed down his hand. "Raise your tail for daddy."
Patrick turned, put his left hand on his ass and raised his tail. His round tailhole showed itself at the top of refined ass cheeks. He turned his head around and put on an eager, inviting face.
Then Drake exploded. The look on Patrick's face was too much. His cum burst from the tip of his penis, hitting his snout and covering his chest in his own warm fluids. He moaned and practically screamed his satisfaction while Patrick held his sexy pose.
When his orgasm passed, he wiped his chest off. Patrick got down on his knees and licked the cum off of Drake's snout.
The climax afterglow was beginning to set in, and Drake started to feel the regret and shame build up inside of him. "Go to bed," he quickly said.
A brief look of disappointment crossed Patrick's face, but he obeyed and went to bed, leaving his father sitting on the floor.
***
We made out today. No, I mean really made out. I came so close to ripping our clothes off and violating his ass that it almost frightens me. We were licking eachother and practically shoving our tongues down our throats. God, even his face was delicious. His college-boy pheromones invaded my senses.
Then he stripped for me. I had the sexy beast take off his clothes. The boy was perfect in every way. The way he looked, the way he breathed, the way he moved, the way he stretched. . . and that cock! He's huge! Before I was even aware of what I was doing, I was grabbing my dick and squeezing one out. Then he raised his rear for me, and. . .that look. . .and the way he held his ass all for me to enter. . .I jizzed all over myself, right in front of him. He licked some of it off of me like it was ice cream. I wanted him to take it all. I still do. I want to pump every drop I have into his ass. I want him to drink up until he grows fat from my cum.
And then the afterglow came in. I felt sick. By all accounts, I probably am sick. I talked to him like a piece of meat. Big, juicy, delicious meat. But it doesn't count if he doesn't remember, does it? As long as I don't go all the way, it should be fine. Right?
I'm getting hard just writing this. I have an idea for tomorrow that I think I'll like. . .
***
Wednesday
Drake got up early that morning. He sneaked into his son's bedroom and watched him sleep for a few minutes before he went downstairs to eat.
Patrick came down at about 12:00, later than usual. "You sleeping well?" Drake asked.
Patrick yawned. "I had some trouble last night." He wiped his eyes.
Drake wondered if it had anything to do with the hypnosis. "Well, have some coffee." He gestured to the pot on the counter.
"No thanks; I can't stand the stuff."
Drake shrugged. "Suit yourself."
Patrick sat down at the table. "Is something bothering you, dad? You seem upset about something."
Drake looked at his son. He seemed concerned, but there was something else in his face. Insight?
"Nothing's wrong," he finally said. "Why do you ask?"
"Well, you just seem depressed and concerned about something lately."
Drake faked a chuckle. "Did you switch your major to psychology or something, Dr. Freud? I'm fine." He pat his son's shoulder and lost himself in the memory of embracing him. "Speaking of psychology, when do you want to do the hypnosis?"
"I think I'll skip this morning. Too tired. I'll do it later this afternoon if I feel better."
Drake held back his disappointment. "Okay, just tell me when you're ready."
Drake went into the living room and watched television to keep his mind off his son. He desperately wanted to go again, to watch Patrick strip and offer himself like a whore, but he couldn't do it without the hypnosis. So he waited.
At about 3:00, Patrick came in with the coin. "Okay, I'm ready." He sounded more awake than earlier.
Drake immediately felt his cock stiffen. The anticipation alone was enough to arouse him. He took the coin and performed the hypnosis, then took off all his clothes while making Patrick watch through half-closed eyelids.
"Wanna join me, stud?" He asked Patrick once he was naked. His ebony cock hung between his legs, eagerly waiting for friction.
Patrick nodded and, with a smile that reeked of naughty pleasure, took his own clothes off. His own prick dangled limply, slowly stiffening into the large rod Drake had gazed upon so many times now.
"Sit down," Drake said. Patrick obeyed and Drake sat on the living room floor a few feet away from him. Drake outstretched his legs in Patrick's direction: first his right leg, then his left. He placed his right foot gently on Patrick's chest and Patrick arched backward, puffing his abs as Drake slowly slid his foot down the curves of his son's pecs until reaching that beautiful spot between his legs. Drake rubbed his foot gently across Patrick's shaft, putting his son's cock between his toes. His heel pressed and rubbed against Patrick's large testicles.
"Mmm, you like my feet, boy?" Drake said when Patrick began to moan ever-so-quietly. "Well, I like yours. Why don't you show me what you can do, hm?"
Immediately Patrick extended his legs and moved his feet down Drake's sides. Drake could smell the young dragon's musky sweat on his soles rubbing off on his body as Patrick slowly moved down Drake's body and onto his cock. With his dragonhood pressed between the two soles like meat in a sandwich, Drake gasped at the warm and sweaty feet rubbing up and down his length. Drake extended his left leg and began to do the same with Patrick's dick, which was now fully erect and leaking prefluid onto Drake's toes.
The dragons sped up on each other, rubbing their cocks with their feet. The awkward position caused the two to slip occasionally, very nearly resulting in a nasty cut from one of Drake's toenails at one point. When Drake felt his orgasm approach he arched his pelvis up in the air, slowly humping upwards into his son's feet. The thought occurred to him that he should stop, that he was breaking his own boundaries. But he had reached the point of no return, and so decided that as long as it was no hands, it was fine.
His penis throbbed harder and faster until he could no longer hold back the burst of semen in his body. He roared as quietly as he could as his cum spurted into the air and landed on Patrick's feet and legs as well as his own stomach. He felt something warm on his feet and heard Patrick roar quietly. When he looked down he saw his son spurting his thick, white cum all over Drake's feet. The liquid ran down his feet and ankles and dripped off his heels onto Patrick's balls.
The two dragons lay there, Drake panting, Patrick merely smiling. His eyes were still closed. His breathing came in deep, long strides, and Drake knew he had fallen asleep.
***
A feel here, a touch there. It's only bad if you use your hands to jack him off. Right?
We did footjobs today. God, it felt so good. He got to cum, too. I licked it off my feet; nearly sprained my back stretching like. . .oh, shit!
. . . .Okay, I'm back. I suddenly remembered that Patrick still had my jizz on his feet. It wouldn't do to have him wake up to somebody's cream dripping off of him, especially when the only other male in the house is me. . . it was on his balls, too. . . I cleaned him off. Ooh, I cleaned him good.
I have an idea for what to do tomorrow. I think Pat'll like it. He always liked Cool Whip.
***
Thursday
Drake got up and immediately went to the store. He returned with some fruit, TV dinners, ice cream, and, most importantly, whipped cream. Five bottles of it.
Patrick dug into two TV dinners and ate some ice cream. It was vanilla, his favorite flavor. He shoveled in the ice cream. Suddenly he pressed his hand to his head.
"Ooowwww. . . ."he moaned.
"Don't shovel your ice cream in like that, stud," Drake said. He was laughing.
Patrick put his hand down. "What did you call me?"
Drake nearly jumped out of his skin when he realized the slip he had just made. "Uh, nothing! What did you think I called you?" He avoided Patrick's eyes.
Patrick waited a moment. "Nothing," he finally said. "I guess I'm hearing things in addition to the splitting headache. I didn't plan on hypno today, but it helps with headaches. . ."
Drake nearly knocked Patrick over to get to the coin.
He led the hypnotized dragon into the kitchen. Rather than order Patrick to strip, Drake took his own clothes off (while Patrick watched) and moved to the refrigerator. He took out two of the cans of whipped cream and popped the cap off of one of them. He sprayed a little of the rich cream into his mouth and then down his chest, making a line from his chin and down his chest and stomach. Then he swirled the cream line up and around his penis, leaving a dop on the tip.
Drake threw the can away and beckoned Patrick to come closer. "I got some cream just for you, boy," he said.
Patrick walked to his dad and started at his mouth. Drake was met with a deep kiss, and he felt Patrick's tongue move around the inside of his mouth as it gathered up some of the whipped cream. Patrick withdrew his tongue after a few moments and began to make his way down Drake's chin, slowly licking the trail of cream down to his chest. He stopped at Drake's nipples and bit softly on them. Drake shivered with the sensations coursing through him.
"Mmm, yeah, nibble the cherries," Drake said as Patrick continued to play with his nipples.
When Patrick finished, he moved farther down Drake's belly, licking every bit of the whipped cream along the way. He slowed down when he reached Drake's waist, and began licking in circles around Drake's hard cock.
Drake smiled and growled a soft rumble of approval. "You like that cream, boy? I got another can for you. . ." he placed his hand on Patrick's forehead. "It just needs to be shaken up a bit." He guided his son's head with his hand as Patrick opened wide and took Drake's whole cock into his mouth while he moaned for the taste. Drake felt his son's tongue glide across his shaft, licking up the rest of the cream and sending waves of stimulating pleasure up Drake's spine. When Patrick moved his head back, his tongue gliding across Drake's dick, he left a trail of thick saliva coating his father's black dragonhood. Then he pressed his face in again. Drake could feel the tip of his member touch the back of Patrick's mouth.
His son continued sucking him off, slurping and gulping Drake's precum. He withdrew for a moment to rub Drake's cock across his face, sending a spurt of pre running down his cheek, and he licked Drake's balls a few times while Drake's shaft rested on his head, leaking more fluid onto his son's face before Patrick resumed sucking, faster than before.
"Oh, keep going, it's coming," Drake shouted, his orgasm building up inside of him, "Get ready for your tasty treat!"
When Drake climaxed, Patrick moaned like a man eating a delicious dessert. He gulped down Drake's salty cum while he continued to stroke his father's throbbing member with his tongue. When he finished, he rested his head in Drake's lap, his nose pointing downward as he breathed in the scent of Drake's balls.
Drake just whimpered.
***
I can't handle it anymore. I tried to keep it simple--touch here, feel there--but he's just too damn gorgeous. I had him suck me off today; I hadn't planned it, it just happened, but there it was, and it was the best damn thing I've ever felt. I can't do it anymore. Tomorrow I'm going to tell him that I won't do the hypnosis again. If I do, I'll do something I'll regret even more.
Helena will be home on Saturday and everything will be back to normal between us, and Patrick will never know I fucked with him so many times. I don't care how horny I get; I will NOT control my son like that anymore.
Now I'm going to go fap. To him.
***
Friday
Drake woke up late that morning. He rolled the cotton sheets off his shoulders and yawned. The clock on his nightstand read 11:45 AM.
By his clock was a small book.
Drake quickly reached for it, thinking it was his journal. Had he forgotten to put it up the night before?
It wasn't his journal. Drake didn't recognize the book. It had no title. There was a piece of paper sticking up between two of the pages. Drake opened the book to those pages, and on the paper was written the words "Read from here. -- Patrick."
Drake read from the book.
***
Sunday, 10:25 AM
I'm finally going home today! God, I can't wait to get away from these hotshot frat wannabes. Amanda flirted with me again; why can't that chick take a hint?! How many times do I need to tell her "Look, I'm just not interested in dating females" before it breaks through her thick blonde head, "Oh, he must be gay!"? Pretty much the rest of the school knows; it's not like Greg and I are the quiet types in bed.
Which reminds me, I wonder how I'm going to tell them? Mom will probably be fine, but Dad always had his heart set on me finding a female and raising families and all that crap. How would he take it? I guess I'll find out later.
***
Monday, 8:30 AM
I feel like such a sicko.
I got home yesterday and said hi to Mom and Dad, both of whom wanted to know everything about school (even though I already told them a hundred times) and yadda yadda. Mom was still at work when I got home; Dad was eating. We caught up. Watched some TV. I was about to tell him that I'm gay, but then he started talking about girls and stuff again and I clamped up.
Then he grabbed my arm and squeezed a little.
I don't know why, but that turned me on.
I looked at Dad and his arm. He has some big arms; not very muscular, but not flabby either. Just. . .big. I never noticed how large of a dragon he is.
I wondered if his cock is big, too.
I tried to keep that thought out of my head, but it followed me the rest of the day. I'm sexually attracted to my dad. . .is it because I haven't seen him in so long? That, physically, he's like any other person to me now? I don't know.
But that's not the only reason why I feel like a sicko. I told him about the hypnosis. He doesn't buy into it--he said as much--but he tried it anyway. I gave him a pamphlet about the facts and myths of hypnosis. I bet he won't read it. Even after watching that video, he still thinks hypnosis is some mind control gimmick. If only he knew.
While I was hypnotized, it occurred to me that I could use that to my advantage. If he thinks I'm not myself. . . I gave it a try. I looked for an opening. When he said "I love you," I took a risk and kissed him. On the lips. Just a peck, of course. Then I took off my clothes--all of them--right in front of him and lied down in the bed. I think I gave him a shock, but he didn't flip out or anything. He probably just assumed that I wasn't in my right mind because of the hypnosis; like it's a drug or something. That's good.
But now I don't know what to do about me liking him. . in that way. It's not like I can say anything. "Oh, and by the way, I was fully aware of my actions when I kissed you, Dad. Can I lick your balls?"
If only.
***
Tuesday, 9:00 AM
Holy crap.
Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap.
Dad kissed me yesterday. I didn't kiss HIM; HE kissed ME. While I was under hypnosis that morning, he just smooched me. Told me not to remember it; he obviously still hasn't read that pamphlet, but I'm not complaining anymore. Still, he seems nervous. Probably for the same reason I was; after all, if I'm right then he has no idea that I know and probably thinks I'll freak out.
After we went out drinking (I drank a little too much. . .my head is freaking killing me), he. . undressed me. . .he also rubbed my butt. I raised my tail just slightly, hoping he'd take me there, but he didn't. It felt so good that I almost told him everything: that I knew, that I didn't care, that I actually like him, too, but I had another idea. I want to see where this goes. It's fun playing the hypnotized slave obeying his master, after all.
Maybe he'll kiss me again. Or more!
***
Wednesday, 10:00 AM
I am so horny right now.
Dad got up yesterday and we said some stuff, can't really remember right now.
Then we started full-out macking. We were licking each other's faces and necks, and oh, his breath and the way he gasps when he's hot is so. . .amazing. His mouth tastes so good.
Then the best part came: he had me strip. He "ordered" me to take off my clothes like a little cock slut. . .and I did, and I loved it. I took off every bit of clothing, nice and slow, like I used to do with Greg before the bastard started fucking with Andrew. He was rubbing his cock. I was right: dad's dick is huge. I was also fully hard by then, and I made sure to show off my erection. I was sure that this would be it, that he would take my eager tailhole and hump me like the slave I am, but when I showed my ass to him, all ready and open for business, he blew his load all over himself. It took everything I had not to scream. But I did manage to lick some of his jizz off his face. I'm trying to remember the taste, in case I can't have it again.
But I'm still not going to tell him I know. I like this role-playing too much. I fapped three times in a row last night and twice this morning; I'm rubbing myself even as I write this. I hope he does something with me again today.
Or, better yet, TO me.
***
Thursday, 8:00 AM
Damn, I slept in yesterday. Didn't even get up until 12:00, I think. I felt like crap. Even worse, Dad didn't do the hypnosis. I could have just asked him, but I don't want to seem too eager for it; he'd know something's up. So I waited.
You know the saying, "Good things come to those who wait"? It's true. What came later that day was very, very good. Once he decided to do his hypno thing, we BOTH got naked--yes, yes, yes--and then he started rubbing my body with his feet! I've never really been into feet, and I would have preferred close-up full-body screwing, but it was a start, and I quickly got into it.
Those big, sweaty soles. . .God, I even love the SMELL. I never want to shower again; he rubbed them all over my body, my cock, everywhere. I did the same for him, and when I felt his warm jizz on me, I blew my own stuff onto him.
He went into his room for a minute, leaving me alone to doze off, then he came running back out and licked his jizz off my feet. He also cleaned my balls. He cleaned them really good. Then he went back into his room and didn't come back out.
I can't wait to see what he does today. He ran off to the grocery store; said he had some stuff to pick up. But I don't know why he couldn't just wait to get whipped cream.
Unless!
***
Friday, 10:30 AM
I'm telling him today. He's still in bed, but now, for more than one reason, I have to tell him today. For some reason, I'm still nervous. Will he be mad that I lied?
Well, he'll just spank my naughty ass, now won't he?
I just need to figure out how to tell him.
Yesterday, when Dad got back from the store, he brought home several cans of whipped cream. . .and boy, did he use them. He covered himself in the stuff, and I licked it off. I licked it ALL off. When I got to his cock, I couldn't keep in my excitement. I sucked that throbbing ebony sausage with everything I knew. I teased it and sucked his big balls. The taste of dragon sweat on scrotum made me shudder; it was so damn good. I slobbered all over his veiny shaft. And when he came. . .there's some cream I'd like to have on my pie.
I think I know how I'll tell him now. It seems we have something in common. . other than dreaming about screwing a male family member, at least.
***
The entries ended there.
Drake read the pages with growing excitement. At first he was stunned to discover the entries in Patrick's journal, but as he read on, recollecting the events of the past week, he felt himself grow hard. So Patrick had liked him, too? And he remembered everything?
Drake put the journal down and looked up. Patrick was leaning against the doorframe of his bedroom, smiling at Drake with the mixed smile of a lover and a sarcastic college boy.
"You know," Patrick said, "If you had read that pamphlet I gave you, you could have spared yourself the grief of screwing with me." He was grinning.
Drake looked to the drawer that kept his journal. " You write yours differently than I do. I write mine at the end of the day; you write yours at the beginning. How do you know--"
"Oh, come on, Dad. I've known about your ‘secret journal'"--Patrick motioned in the air with his fingers--"since the seventh grade. I gotta say, it has provided me with endless entertainment over the years. But when I read how miserable you were," Patrick sat down and moved close to Drake, putting his hand on his knee, "and when I read that you weren't going to do it anymore, I decided to tell you. You're not mad, right?"
Drake smiled and hugged his boy. "No, I'm not mad, though I do wish I read that pamphlet. . what does it say, anyway?"
Patrick laughed. "The first thing it says is ‘MYTH: A person under hypnosis is subject to the will of the hypnotist. FACT: A person under hypnosis is fully aware of his actions and cannot be made to do something he wouldn't do when in a normal mental state.'"
Drake fell backwards, laughing. Patrick laughed with him, lying down at his side. When the two dragons quieted down, Patrick placed a hand on Drake's chest.
"So," he whispered, "What are we going to do today. . .master?"
Drake looked into Patrick's eyes and grinned. "I think I'll let the servant decide today, as a reward for being a good boy."
Patrick thought for a moment. Then his eyes lit up. "You know, there is one thing I've wanted to do that you haven't ordered."
"What is it?"
Patrick leaned in close and whispered the act to Drake. Drake chuckled when Patrick finished and licked his lips.
"You have such a dirty mind. Who did you get that from?"
"You, apparently," Patrick replied.
"Well, if that's what you want. . ."
Drake and Patrick got up and slowly removed their clothes together, each dragon showing his body off for the other. When they got completely naked, Drake hugged his son close and kissed him, breathed into his mouth like Patrick loved, squirmed his tongue in and around Patrick's, tasting his mouth and breath. He rubbed his body against Patrick's, savoring the friction of his stomach and chest against his son's six-pack and abs, and he pushed his growing cock against Patrick's waist. The two cocks rubbed against their waists and stomachs as the dragons savored their long, wet kiss.
Patrick broke the kiss. "I can't wait anymore," he gasped.
"Then do it," Drake grinned.
But Patrick shook his head. "No, order me."
"All right," Drake said. He walked a few steps away from Patrick and turned his back to him. He bent over and raised his tail up high to expose his tender asshole. Patrick gazed longingly.
"Now, my little slave," Drake said in a commanding but lusty tone, "Get over here and clean your master's ass."
"Yes, master," Patrick replied like a hypnosis victim in a bad movie. He got down on his knees and immediately went to work on Drake's tailhole. He kissed it first, putting his lips up against Drake's cheeks and the hole itself, then he sucked, then he licked. His long, wet tongue moved across Drake's asshole and partway up his raised tail, across his cheeks, down to his balls. He gasped and moaned as his son licked his nether area like ice cream.
"Mmm, it's so good, master," Patrick said between licks. "So good, oh, so good, I love it. . ."
Then Drake was penetrated for the first time in a very, very long time. Patrick's tongue entered without warning or resistance; it glided its way in, and Drake could feel it rub around inside him, tasting every inch of his inner walls, stretching his tailhole a small bit. His tail tingled up and down with every shuddering sensation, and he found himself drooling from the sheer ecstasy.
"Eat it, slave," Drake moaned loudly, "Eat my ass and love it like the little slut you are." It felt strange calling his son such names, but he was caught in the moment, and nothing would bring him out.
Patrick moaned like a little kid gobbling up a lollipop, slobber dripping down his chin and filling Drake's ass while Drake let his mouth hang open in a euphoric stupor, his tongue hanging out of the side of his mouth.
Finally, Patrick withdrew his tongue with a loud slurp. He licked his lips, and arched his head back, savoring the taste of Drake's ass like it was fine chocolate.
"Did. . ." Drake began, his mind clearing a bit, "Did you ever do that. . . with whatshisname?"
"Greg?" Patrick said, his head still arched back and his eyes still closed. "Nah. . .he thought it was too gross."
Drake stood up straight and turned to face his son. Patrick opened his eyes and looked at the dragon that made him.
"Several times in your journal," Drake said, "You mentioned wanting me to fuck you. Still want that?"
Patrick smiled. "And I vaguely remember something about you wanting to pump my ass full of cum till I get fat. Yeah, I want that." He turned and bent over. "I want that a lot."
Drake rubbed his cock against the tailhole he had coveted for days, teasing the opening with his hard wood. Rather than enter his son, he got onto the bed and on his back.
"Come here," Drake said. "Ride the dragon."
Patrick climbed onto the bed and onto Drake's body. He kissed Drake's chest before sliding himself downward, pressing his butt against Drake's cock. Drake held the throbbing dick steady as Patrick pushed himself down onto the shaft, and Drake felt it slide into his son's tight ass until Patrick was sitting on Drake's lap. The base of Patrick's tail touched Drake's balls.
Then Patrick rode.
He bounced up and down on Drake's cock, causing Drake's balls to bounce as well. Drake's member rubbed against Patrick's insides and spurted precum that covered Patrick's inner walls and slicked them up, making the ride less difficult. Drake watched Patrick put his arms behind his head and bounce, showing off his chest, his toned abs, and his bouncing cock. Drake's hands rested on Patrick's hips as his son went up and down, gasping harder with every movement.
Patrick bent over a little, keeping his dad's cock in him while he placed a hand on Drake's chest.
"Oh, I'm so close!"
Drake was moaning. "Me, too. Don't stop, oh, please, don't stop. . ." He began thrusting upward in time with his son's movements as Patrick rode Drake's dick faster and faster.
Then father filled son with more hot cum than he had ever released. Patrick arched backward and roared as Drake's violently throbbing wood spurted everything it had into him, filling his ass like never before and running out with Drake's continued thrusts. Patrick's own cock began to twitch, and he spurted onto Drake's chest and face, fulfilling one of Drake's greatest fantasies of the last few days. Drake opened his maw and caught what he could of the liquid that spewed from Patrick, enough to rival his own ejaculation, and he licked the salty white jizz off his face.
When their orgasms finally died down, Drake felt no regret or grief over his son. It left him with his climax. Patrick rested on his chest, Drake still inside him, his dragon semen running out of Patrick and down his dick.
When Patrick stopped panting, he whispered. "So, will we be able to do this after mom gets home?"
Drake groaned. He hadn't thought about Helena in days.
"Well," Patrick continued, "Her schedule is pretty heavy. Who knows when she'll be gone all day. . or all week." He grinned at his father.
"You know," Drake said,"I'll never be able to do her the same way again."
"Ugh, don't put pictures in my mind, please."
Drake laughed. "You licked the inside of my ass, but the thought of a vagina grosses you out?"
Patrick made a face. "They aren't the same thing. Besides, it's my MOM, for crying out loud!"
Drake kept laughing.
***
Helena came home today, but thankfully, it was later in the evening. Patrick and I went again. . . and again. . . and again. I haven't felt cock in my ass in so many years that it hurt at first, but he pumped me good by the time it was over.
Patrick is so gorgeous. We've already taken to calling eachother "love" and "honey" and "sweetheart" and all the rest of it. That'll have to stop when Helena's home. I hope we don't make a mistake around her.
She was very happy to finally spend some time with Patrick. They went out to see a movie, and ate, and she bought him some new clothes. I can't believe how much I missed him in that time. He later said that he felt the same way, but I'm not going to sacrifice Helena's happiness for my sake, or even his; I had my time with him, and now she'll have hers. But it'll never mean what he and I meant together. What we will always mean together.
P.S. I'm also putting a padlock on this after this entry to keep prying eyes away, PATRICK, so enjoy the read while you can. I love you, hun.
***
Sunday, 10:00 AM
I must have the weirdest relationship in the world with Dad, but I love it. They said in psych that Freud believed boys have sexual attachments to their mothers and girls have sexual attachments to their fathers. I can only wonder what he'd think if he saw us.
I mean, I love Mom and I always will. I'm glad to see her so happy to see me. But I don't love her in the same way, like my lover. It feels kinda weird calling him that. I mean, it is my Dad, isn't it? But I can't imagine leaving him. I missed him so much yesterday after Mom came home and took me with her to do stuff. We were only gone for a few hours, but he was all I thought about. He told me that he thought the same.
Mom told us that she'd be at work for most of the day. More traffic accidents and all that. I don't want to say that's good, but I'm not about to say that's a bad thing. Feeling Daddy's big dick in me is the best thing I've ever felt, and I can't give that up. I'm still doing hypnosis, with the occasional smooch for Daddy when I can help it, butI don't think I'll need it anymore. I'll just do the roleplay.
Oh, and Dad padlocked his "secret journal." Unfortunately, he's about to find out that he's lost the key. . . in my pants. . .come get it, handsome.