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

Part 6

For Taiko

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

Lloyd woke alone in the hotel bed, though not without some tension running through him. Less than the last few days, though, he noticed, which had to be an improvement.

The father of the family groaned as he sat up, rubbing his forehead and feeling almost like he’d spent the night out on the town rather than down at a show with his boys. He couldn’t remember what the show had been, but he remembered that they’d gone to one, and that was sufficient for him. He shook his head and looked down.

His cock was hard. He smiled a bit at the rigid shaft through the sheets, giving it an almost playful stroke through the sheets.

Squelch.

And almost immediately the shaft soaked the sheets with all the pre-cum and cum that was on the other side. He blinked, suddenly glad that neither of his sons were in the room with him. Even with the fact that they were all men and they had all seen one another naked, and likely had gone through the same sorts of things at some point in their lives, it was rather embarrassing to think of his sons seeing like this. He didn’t know why, but just being seen as someone that came in their sleep…

It just felt weird. Even though he had the feeling that this one wasn’t on him, somehow, but –

Well, who else could be responsible? The only ones to come up to the penthouse had been him and the boys; who else would be responsible?

There was something there, something that was right at the edge of thought, but only for a moment, and then it was gone. Lloyd shook his head, carefully wiping his cock with the sheets before sliding out of bed. His clothes were, thankfully, right at the foot of the bed, and he hoped that the boys hadn’t seen the mess before they’d gotten up.

[i]But they would have slept somewhere else…surely they would have…[/i]

Lloyd shook his head, soon completely dressed. He’d get a shower later in the day, after he’d done…

Done…

He blinked, realizing that he’d already gotten completely dressed with the intent of heading out for something, but not sure what. It was almost as if there was some plan in his head that he had forgotten, at least consciously, but some part of him still remembered. Lloyd shook his head, finishing buttoning up his shirt before stepping out of the bedroom.

Riche was nowhere to be seen, but Darren was there. Dressed differently, too, this time in shorts that were almost too short for his tastes – they made the boy look cheap – and a t-shirt that had a snow leopard on it. A very stern, very severe snow leopard, for that matter, and Darren didn’t look that happy to be wearing it.

“Never seen that shirt before,” he said.

“Me neither…I think my boss packed it.”

“…Why?”

“I’m tempted to call him and find out. It looks terrible.”

It really did. It looked like one of those images that he’d seen online of companies putting their owner’s face on things, thinking that people would buy them. Sometimes it worked, particularly with those that looked more relatable. Hell, he remembered buying a shirt with a working-bull silhouette on it that was on limited offer with the tools that he had back at home. Good company, good people, and he didn’t mind showing off.

But that snow leopard…

“Yeah, you might as well go shirtless, Darren,” Lloyd said, shaking his head.

“You sure? Even with…”

Darren gestured vaguely towards the brand-spot, and Lloyd rubbed the back of his neck.

“I…yeah, you go ahead.”

“Are you sure, dad?”

“Darren, it’s your body. And…I guess even if I’m not [i]comfortable[/i] with you giving it up to someone like that, it’s still your choice. You want to show it off? Do it. Just don’t be ashamed if you really aren’t.”

“…Thanks, dad.”

They hugged, and Darren tossed the shirt over his head to the far side of the room. It was already better, though Lloyd felt a strange stirring down below seeing his boy shirtless. It made him think…things…and it made his jeans feel that much tighter.

[i]That isn’t the way it’s supposed to go…[/i]

Shaking his head, he turned away before his bulge could get any bigger. Darren sighed, clearly happier.

“Well, that’s better. I think I might check the lost and found; see if anyone knows where my wallet disappeared to.”

“You do that,” Lloyd said, barely hearing Darren. Probably for the best; if he had, there’d have been a lecture following. “Just make sure that you keep in touch.”

“You too.”

“Know where Riche went?”

“Something about a swimming competition later and wanting to get in shape for it.”

“Right. Yes. Thanks.”

Then Darren was – “Ah!” – gone, yelping on the cold stone outside the doorway, while Lloyd rubbed his forehead. He vaguely remembered some sort of swimming competition that he and Riche were going to do at some point, but nothing about details or prizes. He gave up after a few seconds of trying to figure it out. It’d come back to him or it wouldn’t, and he imagined that he’d probably have it off his mind until he got down there.

Regardless, it didn’t feel like the real plan for the day that he’d been getting ready for. What was it, then?

After a few moments of it not coming to him, he shrugged. If nothing else, he could wander and find out. And more to the point, it would help him feel better about his embarrassment to take his mind off it. That was the way of things. The more he did, the better he felt, and the better he felt, the less that he thought about the way that things had gone in the past.

Lloyd put that behind him and walked to the penthouse door, then paused. He looked at the cold stone panel between the door and the carpeted elevator, then slowly stepped over it.

Not this time.

One floor down, he stepped out and followed the spiral through the hotel, and just like last time, he found himself absorbed in the shapes and colors of the long, carved snake that encircled the hotel. Its coils seemed to spin round and round the hallway, making it feel like he was walking through one of the spirals in those old cartoon shows. Every turn, every slow spin, made him all the more aware of it, and it was hard not to feel vaguely entranced by the feeling of walking through something like that.

Lower and lower he went, following the long spiraling ramp down the building, and he was lost in his own head. The spiraling sparkles all around him made him smile despite himself, ignoring the other guests save to get out of their way as he walked down the ramp. Every new spiral felt like a wave of water washing over him, slowly dragging him into a happier and happier state.

He felt something tug at his mind as he reached the tenth floor, and he just went with it. He vaguely remembered going to help out the laundry people down here before, but there was something that had happened after that, he felt. Something –

Whatever he might have remembered popped out of his head as a naga waved to him from the laundry room. He waved back, and then kept walking, drawn on by some strange feeling that just demanded that he follow along. In the odd, sleepy state that he had slipped into, it was impossible for him to resist.

He walked by several bathrooms, a restaurant, and a bookstore before finally coming to a massage parlor. He stepped inside, only to start stripping down immediately. Wolf whistles on either side pulled him out of the half-trance that he was in, and he looked around.

The plaque with the rules immediately reminded him of why he was stripping. No clothes allowed in here, right. He remembered that now.

He pulled his pants down and over his ankles, offering them to the lizard clerk behind the desk. He got a smile in return, and even a wink.

“It’s good to have you back, sir,” the lizard said.

“Back?” Lloyd asked, finding it harder than expected to move his mouth.

“Yes, sir. You were here yesterday.”

“Was I?”

“Oh, yes, sir. And Mr. Alleman said that you were most in need of his services.”

Mr. Alleman. He didn’t remember a Mr. Alleman, but then again, he didn’t remember much of anything.

“May I see him again?”

“Of course. He’s put you down as allowed for any appointments you’d like.”

“And he’s free…now?”

“Of course. Please, around the corner and down to the room at the end of the hall.”

Lloyd nodded his thanks, though he was a little concerned as to what might have happened that allowed him free access to a masseur with such ease. Had he done something weird last time? Had they hit it off, or –

[i]You earned this.[/i]

There was something sure and certain about that phrase, and while he didn’t know why it was so sure and so certain, he didn’t mind it. He actually rather liked it. He smiled as he walked down the long halls, feeling his cock starting to stiffen and feeling surprisingly little embarrassment about it. He felt like…like he’d earned the right to show off a little bit, that his body was more than suitable for someone else to stare at if they wanted, that he had worked more than hard enough to show off the fruits of his labor if he liked.

The last door was cracked open, and he pulled it the rest of the way. Mr. Alleman stood – or rather, coiled – on the other side, and turned with a hissing smile.

“Mr. Huff. So good to see you again.”

Memories – or at least, some memories – came rushing back. The naga smiled, flaring his dark red hood, the yellow patterns along the interior of it shimmering in the low light of the massage room. He remembered staring up at that as he had been massaged by hands and coils, as he had slipped further and further into…

Into…

Something. He didn’t know what. Probably something similar to what was happening to him right then and there. Lloyd smiled dumbly as the snake curled his finger, stepping into the room and shutting the door behind him.

“You’re doing much better today, aren’t you, Mr. Huff?”

“Mmmph…better.”

“You’re feeling happier.”

“Yeah…”

“Hornier…”

“Mmm…yes…”

“You feel like you deserve this…all of this…”

[i]Deserve all of this…all the pleasure…all the fun…[/i]

He hadn’t had that kind of feeling since he had been single, since he had been on the world-traveling journeys he’d taken. The sense of freedom was powerful, and there was only one thing that held him back from completely embracing it.

He felt it, too. The weight of the ring on his finger, the gentle reminder that he was married. There were obligations. There were things that belonged to her.

[i]This is reserved for your mother. Nobody else.[/i]

As the snake – Mr. Alleman – reached for his cock, he reached down and shook his head, holding one hand over his shaft.

“Belongs to my wife. Nobody else.”

“Ahhh, you’re married?”

“Yes.”

“Happily.”

“Heh…yes…”

“And yet, you’re here. You miss something?”

“…Yes.”

Lloyd hadn’t realized it before, but there was something missing in his life. Something that had been there, and now wasn’t. Not that he begrudged anyone anything, not at all, but there was a thing that shifted, something that he realized that he needed on some level. He wasn’t sure when or how he was going to get it back, but…

But he did want something. But at the same time, he didn’t want to give [i]that[/i] up.

Mr. Alleman nodded, that great hood bobbing up and down.

“I can work with that, Mr. Huff. Now, why don’t you tell me something?”

“…Yes?”

The naga’s eyes started to glow, and what little thought he had disappeared, feeling like it was almost sucked out of his own eyes as he stared. Mr. Alleman leaned in, and that tail started slowly creeping up and around his thighs, working up and around his ass and cock and over his stomach. He was lifted off his feet, held suspended in a way that felt all too familiar, and he stared straight ahead.

“What is it you want?”

“I…I want…”

“Just whisper it to me…no-one else has to know…”

#

Lloyd wasn’t sure what he’d whispered, but the result of it was going from the massage room to someone else’s room. He didn’t know where he’d gone, but he’d gone somewhere, somewhere on one of the other floors of the hotel. The Golden Coil was mysterious, confusing, and he?

He was naked.

Very naked.

He slowly turned around, waking up from whatever Mr. Alleman had done to him. He was in a simple hotel room, one that had a bed on one side, the green walls painted like a forest all around him. He kept turning, looking at the door that would lead to the hallway, and then to the place where the TV would have been. Instead of a TV, however, there was a wall-sized mirror, one that let him see himself for the first time in a while.

It wasn’t a bad view. His age meant that he had a little bit more of a gut than his boys did, but he was still doing well for himself. Dark skin shined up, oiled up, looking good for what he was going to do.

[i]What am I going to do?[/i]

He didn’t know, but as he looked at himself, he was turned on. He ran his hands over his pecs, and then down over the residual bits of his abs. Everything still had strength and core power compared to what most of the men back in Opal City had, as he’d kept himself busy, focused, strong compared to them.

He was a good specimen.

He was hot.

He’d [i]earned[/i] this.

[i]What did I earn?[/i]

The door clicked, and he turned. His cock swung with him, half-wrapping around his hips before flicking forward in a stiff erection at the sight of the raccoon stepping through the door. It was another older male, just old enough to start showing a little bit of gray along his muzzle, but not enough to lose anything in the attraction meter.

[i]I’m attracted?[/i]

The question slipped away as the raccoon smiled, stepping through the door and fixing him with a smile. He nodded to himself.

“The Coil never disappoints. You look amazing.”

“Thanks. I work hard for that.”

“You earned it, then.”

Lloyd groaned. There was something to that phrase, something that sent a tingle right down his spine and made his cock throb hard every time that he heard it. It was just enough to keep him good and hard, not quite enough to make him spill his load, but it was [i]strong.[/i]

The raccoon smiled, guiding him from the floor to the bed, stripping as he went. Soon, they were both naked, and they laid cock to cock, the raccoon’s hands tracing down his sides.

“Mmm, you ever been with another man?”

“…I think I have…been a long time…”

“You want to feel me, don’t you?” the raccoon asked, slowly pulling Lloyd’s hand down between his legs. “Want to feel this inside you, I bet.”

There was a thing there, yes. Lloyd hadn’t realized it until then, hadn’t even realized it when he said whatever it was that he had said to Mr. Alleman, but some part of him desperately wanted this. His fingers curled, closing around those furry balls, pulling them that little bit closer to him.

“Mmm, you want it, alright.”

“Nnngh…”

“Yes. God, you’re a hot human.”

“Mmmph. What do you like?”

“I love that cock. Man…I didn’t know humans could get that big.”

His cheeks burned slightly, and for a moment, he almost wished that he had some freedom to play with that. But no. The ring. The promise. The love. It said no.

But then the raccoon continued, clawed and padded fingers working around his hips to his other side, digging into his ass cheeks. They spread him wide, and several fingers worked further between them, finding his rim and – yes, that was oiled too, allowing them to slide over him easily.

“Mmm, and I love that ass. I’m going to love it even more bouncing on my cock.”

“Heh…you think you can earn this?”

“Three hundred says I have.”

“Three hundred, huh?”

He’d put years into his ass, years into his whole body. He had worked out, done hard labor, done everything that someone could do to make sure that they had a hard, ready body for any kind of task. His ass was a bubble, a hard pair of globes that were made to stay solid rather than jiggle when they were fucked. He pulled the raccoon a bit closer, pressing those fingers more firmly between his cheeks.

“Four hundred.”

“Four, for that?”

“For anything you want to do with it, but like you said. I earned this. I have a damn hot ass, and you’re going to pay for it.”

“…Heh. I getcha. Fine. Four hundred.”

“Then you got it.”

“Well, human. I’m already hard. Show me what you can do.”

His partner – who he just realized was still nameless, and that he didn’t care about that little detail – rolled onto his back, fluffy tail extending between his legs. Lloyd followed, moving to squat over his cock, feeling the sticky, warm tip rising between his thighs. It rubbed against one leg, then against the other as he got in position, leaning forward just enough to allow his balls to hang down a little bit. It wasn’t the most comfortable position, but it did allow that cock to slide right between his cheeks, and his muscles trapped it, holding it between them as he hot-dogged it slowly.

“Mmmm…”

The raccoon loved it, too, and he actually liked the feeling of being admired, of having someone wanting his body that bad that they wanted to pay for it. He rolled his hips left and right, teasing the shaft between them. Good and hard, wet and slippery, and it was hotter still when it rolled over his pucker.

[i]Mmmph…[/i]

Some part of him was a little nervous about taking it, but that part was buried beneath the rest of him that had taken pride in his body, that had come out and demanded to show off everything that he could do. He might have been an older man, but that didn’t mean squat. He could take anything that the boys could, and he knew for a fact that they took it as much as they gave it.

[i]How do I –[/i]

It didn’t matter. What mattered was that he wasn’t going to let them outshine their old man. He was going to do this.

Right now.

Squat.

Squelch.

Despite everything, Lloyd gasped as he felt the head of the raccoon’s cock pop past his pucker. It was hot and thick, and there was something very different about having it in him for real compared to what it had felt like fantasizing about it. It was bigger, much bigger than he had anticipated, and it felt like it was stretching his pucker more than he had really been ready for.

At the same time, there was no denying the pleasure that it brought with it, too, and the heat that it filled him with. He leaned forward, wrapping his hands around the raccoon’s ankles as he huffed and puffed.

“Fuuuuuck, that’s what I love. God, your ass feels amazing.”

“Mmmph…”

“You’re so tight, and hot, and – god, that hole.”

SMACK!

Lloyd hissed, but not in pain. The sudden impact made him tighten up again, and he felt [i]everything[/i] through that, making him all the more aware of the raccoon’s length and size inside of him. God, it was big. So big.

“I can see everything back there. And the contract. Fuck, never thought that’d be hot, but the way that your hole is pink, and your skin’s all dark, and – mmmmmm…”

The raccoon was all but pissing pre-cum inside of him, oozing it and spraying it all through his insides. It made it a little easier to move as he slid forward, and the client groaned, grabbing him by the ankles, too.

“Fuuuuuck, don’t stop.”

And Lloyd didn’t. He moved forward, forward, forward until he was all but sure that the tip was going to slide out of him if he moved any further. Each inch sliding out made him more aware of his own asshole and pucker than he had ever felt before, and it was glorious. His mouth hung open as he rolled his hips back, feeling it push back in, feeling his rim getting pushed around, stretched, pulled taut around that shaft once more.

Back.

Forward.

Back.

Forward.

The raccoon moaned, curling his toes, and Lloyd felt a sense of power and success that he had never felt before. Even when he was with his wife, even with the way that he had made her moan every night, there was always this sort of…stagnation, in a way, something that made it feel like the thing that they did.

This was new.

This was different.

This was far more intense.

Forward, back, forward, back, each time moving a bit faster, a bit more sure of himself. His cheeks never jiggled the way that he had seen women do, or some of the men that had bottomed in some of the porn he’d watched (lots of stuff of sharing partners here and there, but never something that he’d have done himself, at least, not until now). His cheeks were hard. The muscle meant that they stayed in place, solid, cracking back against the raccoon’s hips every time that he pushed back.

And the raccoon clearly loved it.

“Ah…mmph…fuck…”

Every groan that broke from the other male’s lips was a sound of pleasure, and for all that Lloyd had always preached that his boys were not to get arrogant, that they were to be of service, a smile crossed his face.

[i]You earned this.[/i]

Yes. Yes, he had. He’d earned every bit of this pleasure, every bit of the right to feel a little arrogant about his accomplishments. He deserved the right to have a little freedom to enjoy himself and do what he liked, so long as he kept to the rules.

In, out, in, out, thrusting himself back faster, harder, feeling the raccoon’s fingers tracing lines on his legs. There were words here and there, soft things, whispers of what the raccoon loved about his muscles, his dark skin, his sexy body.

He ate it up, and wanted more. He pushed back, rising up so that he could squat properly, bringing his hips down harder from above rather than leaning forward. Up, down, up, down, smacking his ass against those furry hips so hard that it almost stung him to do it, but the gasps and shivers and pants that came from the other man were just that good. Up, down, up, down, feeling that shaft spitting and oozing inside of him, hearing those words turn to downright gibberish from how hard it was to talk –

It was perfect.

It was just perfect.

It didn’t take long for the raccoon to cum after that, and he let the other man pull him down, sheathing that cock inside his ass as it spewed liquid heat inside him. He grinned as he reached down and around, rubbing the heavy, furred balls just under the shaft, imagining that this was what it felt like for his wife when he fucked her like this. He could see why she enjoyed sitting there and taking the cumshot, sometimes. It was a really nice, fulfilling sort of feeling.

The raccoon huffed and panted under him, and Lloyd’s cock bobbed up and down, close, but not really ready to go over. He smiled, looking over his shoulder as he caught his breath.

“How was that for human ass?” he asked.

“Mmmph…god…damn…”

“That good?”

“If I had another four hundred…I’d go again.”

Lloyd chuckled, even smirked. It felt weird to smirk, he had to admit, considering that he had always avoided that in the past. It was something too arrogant, something that felt wrong for a good person to do, but now? Now, it felt almost right.

“Well, if you had another four, I’d let you. But if you don’t, then I need to get back to work.”

“Mmmph…maybe I’ll win enough to buy your ass again.”

“Good luck.”

He stood up slowly, taking his time to really slide off that shaft as it went soft in him. The squishy feeling of a soft cock combined with the mess of cum inside to really make it feel different on the way out compared to when they’d been fucking, and he groaned despite himself as it finally popped out. A warm flood followed, thin and slippery, and he bit his lip as he realized just how it felt to have been filled.

Not bad.

Not bad at all.

He held one hand over his ass cheeks as he walked to the bathroom, pulling down some toilet paper and wiping away the worst of the raccoon’s slippery load. No sense in dripping slime through the hotel.

As he cleaned up, he slowly started coming out of the horny haze that had all but consumed him a moment ago, thinking about what he’d done and how he felt about it. There was still enough of the haze to keep him from feeling any guilt – thankfully – but there was something different, something more…

Something curious.

[i]Do I want this?[/i]

That was the question that popped into his head, and it was harder to answer. He kind of liked the feeling of being put to use and being admired. It combined the two things that he liked most – working hard and getting validated for it – and it even got him paid for it. There was something insanely gratifying about it.

At the same time, it was harder to quantify whether he really wanted to do this for long, or even again. He wanted –

Ring ring.

Ring ring.

Click.

“Hello?” the raccoon said. “Uh, human? It’s for you.”

Lloyd blinked. Who’d be calling this room for him? The answer, it occurred to him a half-second later, would be the people that had sent him up here in the first place. Mr. Allamen, then.

He walked out of the bathroom and pressed the phone to his ear.

#

He was asleep, and then he was awake again. This time, instead of being in a hotel room, he was standing on a table with a cock ring on and nothing else, swaying his hips, showing off to a room full of strangers. Mostly reptilian ones, this time, as four nagas clustered around his table and watched him dance.

Every so often, one would gesture at him, and he would freeze, usually with his hips thrust forward, or a leg, or an arm outstretched. They would reach up, touch him, stroke him. They wouldn’t take it too far, and they seemed to respect the same rule about his cock as the other client had, but they were more than willing to touch him and enjoy him.

One even froze him with a leg outstretched, and spent a minute dragging a forked tongue along a raised foot. He didn’t know why that felt good, but it did, even with the slight threat of those fangs on either side of his toe every time that the naga leaned in to suck on a digit.

As he danced, they spoke to each other. They talked about him, he realized, though he couldn’t entirely hear what they were saying. It felt like his ears were all stopped up, like he could hear the sound, but not the content, and he could only barely recognize his name as he moved from place to place on the table. As he turned, swaying his ass, they froze him again, fondling his cheeks, spreading them slightly to insert one scaly finger in his ass, only to let him go again.

“…likes it…”

“…does he want…”

“Maybe, but…need to be…”

“…two more…”

“And then…final decision…”

They were talking about him, but what? What did they have in mind? He kept dancing, unable to stop, and not really wanting to stop. After all, it made him feel good, and he was pretty sure that he was [i]very[/i] good at it.

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

Summary: Lloyd gets dragged out by a hypnotic command, and has some fun.

Tags: M/M, Human, Naga, Lizard, Hypnosis, Resort, Series, Nudity, Foot Fetish, Barefoot, Post Sex, Anal, Power Bottom, Human/Anthro, Prostitution, Fondling, Dancing, Showing Off, Exhibitionism, Creampie, Orgasm, Cum,