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[b][u][center]Darren’s Days Off

Part 4

For Taiko

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

Struggling down the hallway and doing his best not to take up the whole thing with his coils, Timone made it to the lobby just as Delilah was pulling the front doors closed again. She had the pursed-lip, swollen-cheek face that she always had when she was pissed off about something, which – in his case – was more often than not. She narrowed her eyes at him, crossing her arms with a coffee cup in each hand.

“And what do you call this? Not professionalism, I can tell you that much.”

“I was checking some of the equipment in the back,” he lied.

“Hmmph. You could check inventory from the front.”

“Not if we want an accurate count.”

“How dare – are you suggesting I don’t keep an accurate count?”

She drew herself up like an elder twice her age, the hamster huffing through her flaring nostrils. She looked positively ridiculous, considering her tinier size, but there was something about the way that she just puffed up in anger that made him shrink back, regardless. She could –

[i]Don’t let her look. Don’t let her look.[/i]

If she found the humans in the back, then there would be no chance in Hell of him getting away with this. He needed to do something to keep her occupied, or this whole thing would be blown wide open. The clinic was already doing poorly with their lack of any clients, and if the duty-bound hamster started reporting bad behavior on the part of one of the employees – regardless of whether he could prove it was ‘accidental’ or not – then he could end up sinking the whole place right then and there, leaving his family with nothing.

The guilt, the fear, would have had him shaking like a rattler if he’d let it take control. As it was, her indignance, her angry stares, her hissing accusation, was just enough to get his back up, as well. Before he could think about it, he fired back.

“Do you think you can keep an accurate count by jumping on every client that comes in?!”

“What – this is not about me!”

“Oh, why not? It’s always about me, let's share the spotlight for a minute,” Timone said. “You’re the one that’s always reminding me of how to be professional. You’re the one that runs off for a coffee every two hours. Pardon, for [i]two[/i] coffees every two hours. Never mind that we have a machine for that.”

“I –”

“Don’t even start. I’d think that you’d be happy I’m actually doing some work for a change.”

“W-well then, why don’t you get back to it, if it’s so important!?” The hamster harrumphed, stepping across the lobby and all but shoving his coils away from her desk before taking her seat. “I can handle everything up front. Some little – just get back to work, counting things. Hmmph!”

Timone gave an equally affronted ‘harrumph’ of his own, knowing that he was imitating his father more than anything else. He’d heard that sound from his dad when they were still getting clients, back when the neighborhood still consisted of other people besides the retiring rich. Back when bullshit could be called out. Back when –

[i]Later. Later.[/i]

The python naga pulled away, reversing course and slithering against his own coils down the opposite side of the hallway. Grind, rasp, grind, rasp. Normally, he could slither against himself quite easily, but with his coils going in different directions, it was kind of like sliding sandpaper on sandpaper. Not quite that bad, but not quite comfortable, either, smoothing out areas that he hadn’t realized would be as rough as they were.

All the while, the realization of what he’d just done came crashing down on him. Not so much the hypnosis side of things – though that was extreme enough – but what he’d said to Delilah. Both the confrontation with her, and the things that he had said about himself.

[i]…Wow…[/i]

The naga shook his head, rubbing his forehead as he slithered along. Here he’d thought that he was just bored. Amazing the sort of things that came shooting out of one’s mouth when one was stressed enough to lose their filter.

[i]I didn’t think…wow…I really don’t want to be here, do I?[/i]

No, that wasn’t quite true. He didn’t want to be here, like this. He didn’t want to be here, as a secondary person, as back-up, as someone that was just there because they were expected to be. He wanted to help, and he was very glad when he had the chance, but…

But there was something different about today. Being able to use that computer, being able to take that power and actually [i]do[/i] something…it resonated with him. It tickled at his heartstrings, pulled at his mind with different possibilities. The way that computer system could be used to start keeping people on the right track, the way that it could both diagnose and then help him condition someone to stay on the right path…

[i]That would be a cardiologist’s dream,[/i] he thought, chuckling to himself. [i]Get the gunk out, make sure the patient was fine, and then zonk him into having a healthy lifestyle from then on?[/i]

He shook his head. A nice fantasy, but unlikely to happen. Particularly here. Particularly, particularly here.

But…he had other things. Other responsibilities.

[i]The humans. The Huffs.[/i]

Right. Them. He’d been so focused on Delilah, then himself, that they had all but slipped his mind in the hustle and bustle. His tail finally slid all the way behind him again once he reached the midpoint of the hallway, and he was able to slither without having to worry about grinding bits and pieces of scales off his body.

Darren and Riche were just where he’d left them, both of them on the floor, both still slowly sucking on each other’s cocks. They weren’t exactly doing it slowly and leisurely, but rather moving very gradually, their hips rolling, but not just pulling back. It was genuinely like watching them move in slow motion, or as if they were underwater, some great resistance weighing down on them and keeping it exaggerated and…honestly, rather enjoyable to see.

Two hot, fit black men, one with dark, wild hair, the other unbrushed white-blonde, both of them naked and hard and playing with one another…it was so wild, so different to what he was used to seeing in his day to day life. The life of a doctor didn’t lead to much excitement, but the life of someone with access to those machines…

Well, best not to think about that too much at the moment. A little pang of guilt for indulging to this extent almost made him stop, but rather than call them out of their trance, he decided that it would be best to…test this. To take some time to really see how far the trance could be pushed.

For science, of course, and for the other patients that might come through the clinic. After all, his parents might actually use that machine, not knowing what it did, and he’d have to tell them how it worked.

[i]…It could happen,[/i] he told his disbelieving conscience. [i]Just to keep Delilah from interfering…[/i]

Taking the time to wiggle his tail in through the door so that he could pull it shut, he made sure that the lock was engaged. She would probably think that he was taking some lazy time back here if she came to check; it wasn’t like he had left the clipboard in the other room – no, he just checked, it was still hanging from a nail on the wall – and that meant that she wouldn’t know that the patients were here. She obviously had missed their clunker in the parking lot, which meant that she hadn’t clocked to that fact just yet.

All the more reason to keep it hidden. No reason for her to start looking into things that were none of her business.

With the door locked, he turned his attention back to the orally-obsessed pair of siblings. That thought sent a little shiver of pleasure down his spine, a reminder of the taboo that he had gotten them to engage in so casually. They were sucking each other, and they were brothers. Brothers. Good lord, these two should have been against it, not so...enthusiastic.

[i]Doctor Pride…I really shouldn’t be thanking you for this, but insofar as one can thank a super-villain…thank you.[/i]

He slithered closer to them, gently introducing his tail tip into the gap between their chests. It was just enough to get a little lift on Riche, dragging the older brother off the younger, helping him to his feet. His cock was so soaked with spit that it looked darker than the rest of him, and his short-trimmed pubes were just a bit matted with how much Darren had been sucking him.

Looking down, he could see Darren’s cock was in a similar state. He smiled, using his tail to lift Darren to his feet, then wrapping it around the younger brother’s shaft. He could only manage a single coil, sadly, considering that his body was so much thicker than other snakes, but it was still nice to feel that heat and heartbeat through the shaft.

“You brothers…very perverted, aren’t you?”

“Well…not that perverted,” Riche said.

“Just open…”

“To new experiences…”

“And happy to try them.”

“Just need an invitation,” Riche explained.

That was a good way of putting it, he supposed. The brothers had seemed to care rather greatly for one another, particularly Riche for Darren when he’d brought his brother in to the clinic. They were good to each other, cared a lot. Even Darren seemed to care more for his brother’s time than his own wellbeing.

[i]Brothers, really. True brothers.[/i]

And that just kept pushing the incest button, didn’t it? He groaned under his breath, his own cock throbbing beneath his lab coat once more. He was just glad that [i]that[/i] hadn’t made itself known when Delilah had come back. If she’d seen him all throbbing, all horny thinking about other stuff, that lie wouldn’t have worked.

Hell, he doubted that the lie had worked. She was just pissed off with him right now.

But that would work out for now. As long as he could sneak the humans out the back later, she need never know that he had gone this far.

“Alright. Alright. I think it’s time for…”

He swallowed. Oh, wow. Why was this so hard to say? Oh, well, that was easy. It was easy to tell someone what to do with themselves. It was harder to include himself. He swallowed again.

“I think it’s time for you to test your deep breathing on…on me.”

“That makes sense,” Riche muttered.

“He is…larger.”

“And that would test us more.”

“Test you, you mean,” Darren whispered.

The implications there were quite interesting, and despite the little urges that were rapidly turning into big ones, Timone filed that information into the back of his head to come back to. He wanted to know what kind of things Darren was doing, what kind of people he knew. After all, if they were interested, he had the machine, and –

[i]Stop. Stop. Stop.[/i]

The temptation was going to be hard enough to control as it was, and he needed to at least keep some bit of his normal brain working against the dick-brain that just wanted to fuck and take advantage and play, play, play. The normally cold-blooded, logical naga was having a harder and harder time keeping the hot-blooded urges of sex under control, and he hissed to himself as he slowly brought his coils forward, lifting himself up, up, up.

He managed to avoid scraping the ceiling by bending forward, his muscles in his tail and spine lifting him up to the point where his cock was right at head-level for the standing humans. It oozed slowly, dripping first on Darren’s nose, and then on Riche’s chin. The pair of them stared blankly, deep enough in their machine-induced trance that neither immediately picked up on the implication.

[i]Making me order it…oh, my…[/i]

Doctor Pride must have had some conviction in what he was doing to have that sort of hypnosis set up in the machine. Not something that encouraged someone to follow orders and deal with new instincts, but rather just waited for someone to order the new slaves around. He swallowed hard.

“I…”

[i]Just say it.[/i] His cock throbbed, dripping, hard and long and begging for attention. It would be the first time that he had someone really do this. All the other dates had chickened out, more for the size of his body than for the size of anything else, though his cock was something…intimidating. Even the stallion that he dated one summer had pulled back when seeing it, and that…

[i]Just say it.[/i]

“Darren,” he said, bringing his cock back to the messier of the two brothers. “I want you to go as deep as you can, and then hold it. Just tap when you feel your breath go-oooooing…”

He covered his mouth, huffing into his hands as he felt that slick mouth become a tight throat in the space of a second. Darren hadn’t been kidding about the shaft not being a challenge to him, and when he felt those soft, human lips pressed against the base of his shaft, sucking, kissing, nuzzling right into his crotch slit, it was beyond anything that he could have imagined. He held his hands tight to his mouth, keeping the moans from escaping even as he whimpered into his fingers.

[i]Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy FUCK.[/i]

Timone suddenly understood why they had so many STD patients that passed through the clinic in comparison to everyone else. If this was what even oral felt like, what the hell did everything else feel like? What kind of stuff did you get to feel when you had someone that would let you do anything to their body? What did it feel like to be that close to someone else that you could just…get this…all the time?

He could quickly become addicted to this, he realized. Very, very quickly.

The feeling of Darren’s throat clenching on his cock over and over again was quickly pulling at his balls, leaving him feeling like an orgasm was right around the corner over and over again. He breathed in short, quick hisses, barely more than a gasp before he was huffing it right back out through his teeth. The feeling of his cock getting sucked so expertly was almost enough to have him cumming in record time, far faster than his tail or his own hands had done in the past.

The feeling of a wet tongue flicking along the bottom of his shaft was all the better, too, making it clear that it was more than simple nursing. The caress, the lift, the pressure of that tongue along the base of his shaft was just perfect. Timone let out a hissing whimper, his tail all but tying itself in knots as he did his best to control himself, to hold back from just spraying his load right then and there down the human’s throat.

Finally, nearly a minute later, Darren tapped his coils. Timone yanked himself back, gasping for breath as his cock broke free with a wet pop. It throbbed, oozing pre-cum by the spoonful down the sides of the shaft, and long strings of spit-slime connected his cock with Darren’s mouth.

“Mmmph…mmmph…”

He kept his hand over his own snout, not trusting his voice in the slightest as he felt the throbs of pleasure running through his cock. He could have cum right then, could still do that. The cool air of the exam room was a stark contrast to the warmth of Darren’s throat, and –

[i]Not yet, not yet.[/i]

He managed to pull himself back from the edge, waiting until his cock stopped bouncing and twitching so that he could turn his attention to Riche. The other brother smiled at him, almost looking a bit indulgent…and rather proud of his brother, too, in his own way.

[i]Mmmph…stop making me hornier…I can barely think as it is…[/i]

But that was the way that it appeared. Riche looked rather proud of his brother, almost like the dick-sucking and deepthroating was something that they had competed with, somehow, and as if Riche believed he could do just as good as his younger brother.

[i]Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…[/i]

He had heard of people thinking twins would be particularly hot, but he had never understood why that was such a thing until just that moment. The idea of siblings having that lustful feeling and competition with one another, the way that they were trying to one-up the other and play around in bed in a way that only brothers could do? It was [i]fucking[/i] hot, and he honestly didn’t know how much longer he could hold back with all the stuff that they were doing to him.

“Riche…”

“Mmm?”

“Riche. Your turn.”

“Heh…right…”

The white-blonde man stepped forward, his hair bouncing a bit like some lifeguard’s might have done on a beach. He swaggered, that was the word for it. He swaggered forward, grinning as he strutted, almost like he knew how hot he was, how cool and collected he looked. He glanced down at the naga’s cock, and licked his lips.

How much of this was the hypnosis, and how much of this was just how Riche was? He didn’t know. He didn’t know the Huffs the way that his dad did – the older naga had been the main doctor for them in the past, from what he dimly remembered – but he imagined that this was just how Riche was. Confident, a little cocky, a little bit jock-y, happy to show off and eager to let everyone know just how sexy he was.

Despite being the one that had started this whole thing, he couldn’t help but feel just a little out of control. He was getting everything that he wanted, but it was like he was getting it by luck as much as by design. Everything felt like it could go spinning out of control at any second, leaving his heart pounding like mad.

[i]For science…this is…this is for science…[/i]

Was it, though? Was it still for science as that grinning, muscular man walked right up to him, as those hands pressed against his long, wide body, as he felt his tail hugged and his cock brought forward and –

“Mmmmph…”

It wasn’t so deep as Darren had taken it, true, but there was more of a pressure at the head of his cock rather than the consistent pulsing that the younger brother had applied. The lack of experience showed, particularly as Riche gagged with four inches still untaken, but there was something nice about that, something in contrast. He liked them both more than he expected, so much more than he expected.

Sex. Yes. Sex was rapidly becoming something of an addiction.

The more that Riche suckled at his shaft, the more that his tail writhed behind him, swinging side to side, battering the wall here and there. He barely stopped himself from slamming into the metal exam table against the wall, knowing that he would have completely given himself away with that, but he needed to put his tail to use somehow, somewhere.

[i]Riche.[/i]

The only thing that he could think to do was coil the human giving him such pleasure, and he did it faster than he had ever coiled anything in the past. Even faster than the heated sleep-coil post that he had back at his apartment, he wrapped his tail around Riche and pulled him close, closer, closest.

The human’s breathe wheezed out against his crotch, but Riche didn’t tap out. If anything, he tried to push closer, his throat clenching down hard on the naga’s cock. He hissed again, huffing as he pulled his tail tighter and tighter, feeling Riche’s muscles pressing back against him, flexing to keep the human from being crushed.

[i]Careful…careful…[/i]

For all that the worries of crushing one of his patients were genuine, he was thankful that he had something to be afraid of mixed with the pleasure. It gave him something to focus on, something to keep from losing himself in. Oh fuck, oh fuck…oh careful…no longer…

There. A good balance. A nice squeeze that was giving Riche some pressure without actually hurting him. The muscular young man was only two inches from Timone’s cock slit now, not quite touching the base, obviously gagging slightly, but refusing to pull back. He wiggled himself forward half an inch further, groaning as he felt that spasming up and down his shaft.

But more, that warm body in his coils, that feeling of someone against him. It was so…so nice, so simple, so gentle. It was intimacy such as he had not had in too long. Just a little more…just a little…

Tap, tap.

He groaned, not quite whimpering in frustration, but still coming close as he looked down. Darren had tapped him. The other brother pointed at Riche.

“He’s very…competitive. You might want to…let him go.”

“Hmm?”

“Look.”

Timone did, and as soon as he saw the slight blue tint that Riche’s lips were taking on, he yelped, pulling back. Unfortunately, that meant that the yank-back of coils, fast as a tape-measure eating itself, had a rather expected side-effect for the man that was wrapped in them.

Riche spun like a top, swinging around and spinning at top speed in place. He wobbled a foot left, a foot right, and then eventually came to a stop with a thump to the ground. Mostly on his chest, but with an oxygen-deprivation hard-on acting as something of a kickstand for him, too.

Timone knelt down immediately, helping the young man back to his feet with a hiss of worry. As soon as he got Riche upright, however, his patient chuckled.

“Can we do that again? I bet I can do even better.”

“You really take too many risks,” Darren muttered.

“Hey, can’t get better without knowing where your limits are.”

“I think that’s the point of ‘limits.’ Finding out what you can’t do so you can focus on what you can.”

“Nah, you gotta push it. Hey, doc. Can you shove your dick down my throat again? I think I can take the whole thing this time.”

“Or, you know, you could practice at home.”

“I don’t have anything at home.”

“Oh. Maybe I can find you a…”

Darren paused, and Timone noticed that there was something else going on. Darren’s head twitched slightly, his eyes flickering ever so minutely, as if he was remembering something. He started to reach up, pressing one hand to the side of his head, and the other to the footprint on his chest.

Timone hadn’t spent much time researching mental control, but he had looked into some basic psychology, and he recognized some of the signs of returning memory. There were various studies done of how one could go through something, or be made to forget something, and the effects that it had on a person when they came rushing back. Usually, the rushing back was a traumatic experience, too.

Timone refused to let that happen. They had come to him for help, and regardless of where he had taken it, they were [i]not[/i] leaving worse than when they’d come.

Desperate for a distraction to take Darren from whatever he was about to remember to the moment at hand, he brought his tail around again, this time slithering it up from beneath the more slender human. He didn’t even think; all that mattered was giving Darren something else to focus on besides what was happening in his head, and if that happened to be a tail tip wriggling up his ass –

“Mmmph!”

Then so it would be. Darren went up on tiptoes, and judging by the way that his cock remained rock-hard as he was filled with six thick inches of tail, he was rather enjoying the feeling of being spitted on it. The young man went quiet, groaning, leaning his hips forward a little bit as Timone wiggled his tail. It was almost like he was offering his own cock for examination…

Something that the naga was more than happy to take him up on. Giving Riche permission to play with his cock, Timone leaned in, sniffing around the head of the human’s shaft. The musk of another male was something that he had little experience with, though Darren seemed quite well-groomed down there. Of course, there was the smell of the current excitement, as well as the mutual oral that Darren and Riche had gone through, but -

“Mmmph…”

The feeling of Riche’s tight throat around his cock was just as good as it had been the first time, and the older brother clearly wanted to take it further than he had the last time. He was down to just an inch from Timone’s crotch this time, grinding his head against the shaft so forcefully that he could barely take it. He huffed softly, feeling his pre-cum pulsing already, giving him one hell of a hard time holding back.

He tried to focus on Darren’s cock, rather fascinated by the way that the human had such a hard erection. Knowing that it came from hypnosis, he still wondered how much of it was mentally induced and how much of this Darren actually enjoyed. He stuck out his tongue, curiously giving it a taste, flicking the forked tips of his tongue along the side, the underside, the head. A little pre-cum stuck to him, and he groaned at the salty flavor. Not the best taste, but definitely something that one could get used to.

He had so much tail to work with that he started using it without thinking, gradually wrapping around Riche and binding the older brother to his body, while his tail already in Darren’s ass lifted the younger brother higher. He chased after the impaled human, which dragged Riche along, which dragged the rest of his body in ever-coiling, ever-changing shapes.

Through it all, suck, lick, suck, lick. He moaned as his shaft was swallowed, all the way to the bottom, and managed to bring himself to suck on Darren’s. Despite the human’s own girth, he managed to take the whole thing with relative ease. Their size difference was good for something, and he did his best to ‘throat’ the human even when Darren didn’t quite reach the back of his snout.

[i]Mmmph…mmmph…[/i]

This was what people did. This was sex. This was intimacy. He loved it, the pleasure, the power, the gentle warmth that came from the pair of them. He pulled his tail tighter, not wanting to let go, not wanting this to end even as he felt his pleasure growing higher and higher, his cock feeling tighter and firmer. It wasn’t going to be long before he blasted his load down Riche’s throat, for sure.

Not much…

Not much longer…

He moaned around Darren’s cock, opening his mouth just a bit further to pull the human’s balls inside his mouth, too. There was plenty of room for them. Plenty of room for more. He wouldn’t go for more…but he could…

Sweat. Flesh. Sex. The tastes were driving him mad, taking his inexperienced self further and further down the road to addiction. The bliss, the connection, the fact that he could keep someone close and be inside them and have them inside him –

It was too much. Timone thrust forward, burying the last of his cock inside of Riche, and he swallowed hard around Darren. He came, and as he did, he felt Darren do the same, spilling his seed inside of the snake’s mouth. Riche…in fantasy, Riche would have cum too, but he hadn’t said anything about it. He hadn’t done anything to the other man. But he still felt Riche throbbing, pulsing against his coils.

Cum, squelch, cum, cum, swallow, cum. The taste, the feeling, the throbbing, pulsing sensation that came with the whole experience overwhelmed him. Timone moaned, tightened up further still –

And then realized that he had a problem.

With all the squirming around that he’d done at the end, he’d managed to tie himself, Riche, and Darren in not one, not two, but no less than five knots. His tail had been wound back on itself in all the squirming and writhing about going on, and with how much tail he had, it had been easy enough for it to get pulled back on itself, dragged tight, and then locked in place. He glanced up at Darren, saw that the younger brother had been tied tight at the ankles with at least one knotted part of his tail, and then glanced down at Riche, and realized that the older brother literally could not stop deepthroating him due to the ties down there.

[i]…Fuck.[/i] This was going to take a long time to figure out how to undo the whole thing.

#

Darren felt…odd, to say the least, when he finally came to in the car. He opened his eyes, staring straight ahead as the rev-roar-sputter of the engine coming to life, complaining about still being alive, and then resigning itself to further existence filled his ears. Riche was muttering to it, patting the dashboard a few times before sitting up straight, and Darren looked out the corner of his eyes.

“Should I ask what happened?”

“Oh, you’re awake. Heh. Was starting to wonder if you’d sleep all the way home.”

So, that was probably a no. Darren rubbed his eyes as he sat up again, groaning all the way up. He felt…stiff. No, not quite stiff, sore. Definitely stretched, and not in the way that he had expected from the doctor’s office. There was something cooling to make the stretched feeling between his ass cheeks go away, but he knew the feeling of medical, tightening balm when he felt it.

He glanced out of the corner of his eye at Riche again, and saw that his brother’s lips were a little chapped, a little bit puffier. That was…odd, but then again…

For a moment, he wondered if the doctor had done something improper. After all, nagas were somewhat known for that kind of…behavior, particularly the ones that were of the constricting variety. It was something of a stereotype, and one that he was loathe to believe, all things considered, but…

At the same time, he doubted that both he and Riche would have fallen under some snake-spell if that was the case. More than likely, something that his boss had left in his head had gotten tripped, and the poor doctor had probably gotten treated to something that was, well, less him and more of an amusement factor for his boss.

[i]I should probably send him a card apologizing for anything I might have done…[/i]

Didn’t explain Riche, but he supposed that was probably for the best. He didn’t know what his brother’s sex life was, and it was probably best not to throw any questions in the mix that Riche wasn’t ready for.

“Ready to head home?” his brother asked.

“Yeah. Yeah, I think I – owwwwww!”

The car whined as they backed up, and even Riche winced at the sound. Darren covered his ears until the whine of a brake that hadn’t quite let go finally ended, shaking his head a few times.

“Was it always that loud?”

“Yeah.”

“Mmmph. Well…he fixed my ears, at least.”

“Told ya there was something wrong with you.”

“Yeah…apparently…”

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

Summary: Darren’s time at the doctor continues, and Timone realizes just how much fun sex is…

Tags: M/M, M/M/M, Oral, Deepthroat, Competition, Incest, 69, Human, Naga, Hamster, Doctor’s Office, Orgasm, Cum, Coiling, Tail, Big Tail, Python,