Best Laid Plans
Seeking to finally get revenge on a troublesome older sibling, a young dragon finds that even the best laid plans sometimes lead to the least expected results.
Submitted as part of a story writing contest on FA. A warning to those who do not pay enough attention to the tags : this story contains incest of the brother on brother variety. You have been warned! Now enjoy!
"Sweet! He is going to so get it tonight."
The little exclamation might have been lost among the din of the food court, dozens of unrelated conversations mingling with the clatter of trays and cash registers, the squeaky wheels of strollers being pushed on past, or the occasional clack of hard heels on the floor. The bored-looking, bespectacled badger sitting on the opposite side of the table didn't respond right away, poking a little unenthusiastically at a limp, half-eaten burrito sitting on the tray in front of him, but finally spoke up after little sigh. "Dude. What on earth are you talking about?"
"My brother." Dave wasn't really paying attention to his own lunch, either. He had his smart phone out, eyes fixated on the screen while a mischievous little smile cut across his features, his earfans perking a bit. "He is so going to get what's coming to him."
"I still don't know what you are talking about."
With a faint hint of irritation - or perhaps excitement - Dave plopped the phone down on the table, pointing at the screen. "My package just showed up. Now I'm finally gonna get back at that jerk, prank him like he'll never forget."
Scott, his best friend and coworker, did not seem terribly interested in the conversation, his attention still halfheartedly focused on the plate in front of him. "Another plan to embarrass your brother? After what happened last time?"
Dave dismissed the question with a wave, stuffing the phone back into his pocket and looking back at his friend with a bright smile, blue eyes flickering with the kind of energy that seemed to suit the young drake. "Psh, forget about that. That was a total disaster. That wasn't thought through very well. This time will be different."
"Uh-huh." In an almost resigned fashion, the badger scooped up the burrito and stuffed it into his mouth, biting off a piece and chewing it slowly, speaking with his mouth still full. "Don't suppose you're going to tell me what's in the package?"
"Hypnosis kit."
The response was enough to get Scott to stop chewing his burrito for a moment, a slightly incredulous look building on his face. "You're not serious."
"It's legit," Dave protested, frowning. "I've read up on it, read some reviews. People have used it to quit smoking, or to lose weight ... hey, maybe you should think of giving it a shot ..."
Scott did not look amused at the last comment, but only shrugged his shoulders. "So, what? You gonna hypnotize him into being nicer to you?"
"Don't be stupid! It does more than that. You can use hypnosis to make people do shit, you know? Embarrassing shit. I seen it online, plenty of videos. Totally legit."
"Uh-huh. So then I guess your grand scheme is to get him to bark like a dog. Totally going to get him back that way," the badger said flatly, reaching for his soda.
Dave wanted to grind his teeth. "I told you not to be stupid! Look, I've got it figured out. Get him hypnotized and then get him in front of a video camera. Then command him to do something ... embarrassing. Put it up on YouTube and let the internet do the rest. No way to live it down when you've got a million views and counting!"
Scott didn't respond right away again, letting the random conversations in the food court around them invade for a second before putting his drink down. "Well. Sounds like a totally fool proof plan," he remarked in a sarcastic voice. "Still haven't said what you're going to have him do that's so mortifying."
"Yeah. I haven't figured that out yet," the young dragon said, slumping back into his seat with a little sigh. Barking like a dog or clucking like a chicken seemed so cliche, but there had to be something he could do that would finally get back at Rob for the years of teasing and practical jokes and, frankly, sheer misery.
Rob was his older brother by less than a year; fate, or perhaps the vagaries of the school calendar, had put them nevertheless in the same grade. They were very clearly brothers, sharing the same caramel-brown scales, the same bright blue eyes, the same slightly crooked way in which their earfans tended to lie, but they were also very clearly not twins. Where his brother was tall and broad, he was lanky and scrawny. Where his brother had been confident and outgoing, he had been meek and introverted. His brother was both athletic and intelligent; he struggled both at sports as well as with his grades.
If the constant comparisons weren't bad enough, Rob had also been a monstrous jerk for as long as he could remember. His older brother constantly teased him, gave him "noogies", played practical jokes on him both at home as well as at school. His parents had brushed the incidents aside, chalking them up to "brotherly love", and done nothing to intervene. His attempts at revenge always managed to backfire, always managed to embarrass him even further, but all of that was about to end. All he had to do was think of the perfect way to turn the tables.
"Look. I hate to burst your bubble, but not everything you see in an internet video is true, Dave. Maybe you should rethink this whole scheme before you wind up doing something stupid." Scott's voice broke him out of his brief little reverie, and he shook his head. "No way. I'll think of something, you'll see. I can't wait either, soon he's going to be off to college back East, and who knows when I'll have the chance to do this again? Just be ready to go online and like the video for me, okay?"
The badger shrugged a little noncommittally. "Yeah, whatever. But you're going to have to be doing that thinking on your feet; lunchtime is over," he pointed out, getting to his feet and dragging the remains of his burrito toward the garbage bin.
Dave glanced up at the clock with a little grunt. Five more hours before he could go home, open up his package and begin to savor the victory he was going to have. He licked his lips at the thought, pushing his way away from the table. Hopefully the last half of his shift would not seem so bad ...
* * *
The box was nondescript and surprisingly large for its contents, or at least that's what he thought. Slicing it open with eager anticipation, Dave simply dumped the little packing peanuts out onto his bed in a little pile. The only items that came out were the CD and an instruction manual. He left the CD off to the side for the moment, instead snagging the manual and flipping it open.
He was disappointed to find it was so simple, homemade looking, almost as if someone had simply printed it off on a home printer and had it bound. He realized that if he had looked hard enough, he could probably have found a copy of the manual and the CD online to download and saved him twenty bucks, but he couldn't worry too much about that. He would have paid in solid gold for a surefire way to get back at his brother.
It all seemed simple enough. For use in self hypnosis, one simply had to fall to sleep, listening to the included soundtrack while visualizing exactly what was desired, but he had more nefarious purposes for this particular product. Pages further on in the manual described how a "practitioner" might use the program on a "patient", allowing them to fall to sleep while listening to the included soundtrack, then repeatedly whispering suggestions to them after they had fallen to sleep. It seemed so very simple, indeed.
Night had fallen, and then some. When Dave had come home from work he had quickly snagged the package and ensconced it safely in his room, avoiding his mother's inquires about what he had gotten in the mail. They'd had pizza for dinner, and, much to his delighted surprise, Rob had decided to make it an early night - something to do with getting up early to practice with the swim team, or something of the sort. Still, just to be sure, Dave had gone to sleep himself, quietly setting his alarm for after midnight, when everyone was sure to be asleep. A cursory check out his door had confirmed that all was dark and quiet; so long as he was careful he shouldn't wake anyone up.
Carefully, he went about collecting the items he would need. An old, portable CD player was dredged up from his closet, one that he hadn't used in years; he had to make sure to install some new batteries in it first. He slipped the CD into it with a cautious little snap, grabbed a pair of headphones and a compact camcorder from his computer desk and shut off his lights. Quietly he opened his door again and peeked out. It was still as dark and quiet as it had been.
Shutting the door softly behind him, Dave tiptoed his way down the hall to his brother's room. Grasping the doorknob, he briefly panicked at the possibility that the door might be locked - completely ruining the entire plan - but it turned easily enough, unlatching with only the softest little "click". He pushed the door inward, held his breath, and peeked inside.
The faint streetlight filtering in trough the blinds was enough for him to see his brother sleeping peacefully on the bed, back turned toward the door, a sheet kind of haphazardly tossed about his torso. Scanning the floor to make sure there were no obstacles for him to trip over, Dave began to tiptoe his way into the room, his movements almost exaggerated in their caution, slipping into the room and turning back to close the door behind him. Glancing again to make sure the quiet click didn't rouse the older dragon, he made his way across to the side of the bed, half-crouching down, shaking slightly with the nervous tension. Gingerly he set down both the video camera and the CD player on the nightstand, breathing a silent sigh of relief when it was done.
All that was left to do was get the headphones on him. As he reached out in his brother's direction, Dave's paw began to shake visibly, as Scott's warning about whether this was a good idea or not began to echo in his head. If he messed up now, if he woke his brother up while he was hovering over him in the middle of the night, everything would go terribly wrong. At best his whole family would think him some kind of weirdo, and at worst he might get beaten to a pulp. For a fraction of a second he considered abandoning the whole enterprise, taking his stuff and scurrying back to the safety of his room, but he had already come so far. Biting his lip lightly and sucking down a breath, he reached out and dropped the little earbud right into Rob's ear.
Snapping his paw back, he watched breathlessly for any reaction, but Rob did not so much as twitch. The earbud was kind of dangling in place, pointing the right direction but not secured like it ought to have been. It would have to be good enough. Still holding his breath, Dave reached over for the CD player, hitting the play button. He could hear the little motor spin the disc up to speed, and he stood back, watching wide eyed as the music began to play. He could make out the sound of a man's voice embedded in the music. For a moment that seemed like an eternity, he waited to see if Rob would react, if the sound would wake him up and bring the whole thing crashing to a halt.
Still, his older brother did not so much as budge.
It worked, he thought to himself, a smile beginning to stretch itself across his face. He almost couldn't believe it, but it seemed to be working. Rob continued to sleep without moving, breathing nice and deep and even, the faint hints of music, or perhaps the sound of waves crashing against the beach - Dave couldn't quite make it out - echoing in his ears. Soon his plan would all come to fruition. It was insanely hard not to shout out for joy, but as it would not do to spoil things now, he merely mimed a silent fist-pump in the air.
All he had to do now was wait.
Quietly, he pulled the little manual out of his pocket again, opening it to the right page, straining to read it in the dim light. Allow the subject 10 to 15 minutes with the conditioning soundtrack before beginning therapy, the paper read. His eyes glanced over at the clock in the corner, red LED digits reading 1:12.
He had to do something to pass the time, as fifteen minutes of this would take forever to pass just watching the clock. Scooping up his video camera, he looked around the room for someplace where he could set it and begin to film his brother's impending embarrassment. The desk on the other side of the room seemed to be the perfect spot. Experimentally he set it down in place and opened up the view screen. To his horror the camera responded by flicking on and playing the short little tune it did when it was opened, usually quiet and unobtrusive, but frightfully loud in the dark of the night. Whipping his head around in near panic, he looked back at his brother. Thankfully, Rob didn't seem to have heard.
Still shaking at the fright of it, Dave stood where he was for a moment, breathing deeply to try and calm himself back down. Another glance at the clock read 1:14, and already he was cursing how slowly it seemed to be passing by. It was intolerable - at this rate, he'd go crazy! He shifted the camera a little, peering at the viewscreen to try and see how well it was lined up, but the room was too dark for it to get much of a picture.
He still hadn't decided exactly what he would do to embarrass his brother, though, what kinds of commands he would give him once he was hypnotized. The thought of barking like a dog and clucking like a chicken still swam around in his imagination, as unimaginative as they were. He supposed they might still work in a pinch, but if he could come up with something better, then he would. Closing his eyes, he tried to conjure up an image that was sufficiently upsetting, something worth posting up on the internet. The first image that he thought of, oddly enough, was of his brother, mister star athlete, trying on some women's clothing.
It was ridiculous enough that he nearly laughed out loud, remembering where he was just in time to stifle the sound. It would have been perfect, he thought; Rob dressed up in a bra and panties, maybe some gaudy wig, dancing for the camera in some kind of twisted Lady Gaga routine. It was enough to make him wish that he'd thought of it before, wish that he'd stopped off at the costume store and picked up something just like that, but he had in fact brought no props at all. With a little sigh, he peeked over at the clock again.
Much to his surprise, it read 1:29.
His jaw nearly fell to the floor as he stared at the digits. Had more than fifteen minutes really passed? Had he spent that long thinking about how effective it would have been to see his brother dancing around in women's underwear? Blinking, rubbing his eyes to make sure that his eyes weren't tricking him - that it wasn't actually 1:19 or something of the sort, he confirmed that the time had, indeed, passed. Which, of course, meant one thing - it was time to start the next phase of his plan.
Slinking carefully over to the side of the bed again, keeping his tail curled right up against his back so it wouldn't catch anything, he crouched down where he was mere inches away from his sleeping brother's ear. Cautiously he pulled the manual out of his pocket, opening it to a page with a sample script that he could use to get things started. All he had to do was fill in the blanks. Licking his lips, he leaned in a little more, and began to speak, in a faint whisper.
"Robert. Listen to the sound of my voice. You can hear me, deep in your sleep, lost in the gentle rhythm of your dreaming, as if from the deepest depths of your imagination ..."
It sounded incredibly cheesy, but he was reading it from the page verbatim. Rob didn't so much as flinch in his sleep, and Dave could do little more than swallow down the silly feeling at reading the script and continued. "Robert, you harbor a desire to listen to the words that I am speaking, and to obey them. Soon I will begin counting down from ten, and when I reach one, you will awaken from your slumber, but you will remain under the command of my voice. Until you are given leave of my command, it will be the only thing you wish to obey. Now, prepare to rise, Robert. Ten. Nine. Eight ..."
It really, really felt cheesy. Dave almost felt like he was being watched, felt like he was waiting for someone to turn the lights on and tell him that the joke was on him, but no such thing happened. The sleeping dragon slept, snoring inconsistently, and darkness surrounded him. The only other sound he could hear was the quiet rushing sound that came from the headphones.
"Seven. Six. Five. Four."
Doubts as to whether it would really work began to race through his mind. He didn't know if he really believed in this hypnotism stuff, didn't know if he should be putting so much faith in those videos he saw online. Still, it was his chance. He was a few short breaths away from finding out if it was going to work.
"Three. Two ... one ... awaken."
Nothing happened. He didn't know what he was supposed to expect, but he did expect some kind of reaction - perhaps for his brother to sit up, say something to the effect of yes Master, or ... something. None of that happened, though, and in fact, there seemed to be no reaction at all. Dave felt his cheeks beginning to flush with blood as the realization that he'd been duped settled onto his mind, when he did realize that something had changed. Something sounded different. He concentrated, listening to the quiet of the night, trying to put his finger on it, when he realized what it was. The slow, rhythmic breathing, the erratic little snores that his brother was making had come to an abrupt stop.
Holding his own breath as if to make sure, he held perfectly still and watched. Rob continued to lay there peacefully, unmoving, but there could be no mistake at all that his brother was no longer snoring in the least. Tentatively he spoke up. "Robert? Sit up."
With no hesitation whatsoever, the older drake sat bolt upright in the bed, the sheet that had been loosely cast around his body tumbling around his waist like a discarded robe. Dave nearly yelped in surprise at the response, stepping backward and looking at his brother with wide eyes. Rob was sitting there, eyes open but unfocused, gazing at some unspecific point off in the distance without movement.
"Holy shit," Dave breathed under his voice, a grin starting to tug eagerly at the corners of his mouth. He had to try again, just to make sure. "Rob, cluck like a chicken."
"Cluck. Cluck, cluck," his brother started, lifting his hands up and resting them under his armpits, flapping them in a mockup of wings. Doubly ironic, as the drake had a set of fully functioning wings of his own. "Cluck."
Dave pulled his hand up to his mouth, gnawing absently on his first knuckle as he watched the inane display. "Fuck, it's actually working," he whispered to himself, turning around to look the other way and shake his head to keep from laughing out loud. Now he had to figure out how to make the most of it. "All right, all right. I want you to stand up."
The slightly older dragon obliged without delay, rising up to his feet and letting the sheet tumble the rest off the way off the bed. He was clad in little more than his boxers, his arms and tail drooping listlessly as he stood there. Dave nodded, and stepped over to the camcorder, hitting the record button. Realizing that he'd need a little light, he clicked a desk lamp on and turned around to look at his brother.
"All right, all right, let's see. Heh, no one wants their nudie pics posted up on the internet. I want you to take off your shorts," he said, beginning to grin gleefully.
Again the dragon did not falter in complying with the demand, quickly stripping off the boxers and letting them spill down into a pile around his ankles, and then Rob stood there, naked and immobile. For a half second it seemed perfect, but then Dave realized there was a fatal flaw in his plan. His brother might be a little sheepish about knowing his nude frame was beamed around the internet, but there was nothing embarrassing about this sight at all. The slightly older drake stood there, proud as could be in the dim light, the lighter cream colored shade of his underbelly allowing enough shadow to accentuate the dragon's well formed pecs, chiseled abs, his gorgeously athletic frame - even the handsome swell of the sheath that was held close to his body.
No, his brother was fucking gorgeous. Doing nothing worse than posting his naked pictures up online would do little to damage his reputation. Angrily, he caught himself staring at the sight - no doubt out of jealousy, he thought - and fumed as he tried to figure out how to salvage the notion. "If only I'd brought those girls clothes," he mumbled, rubbing his chin before he happened upon another thought. "All right, I know. Here. Sit down in your computer chair, and start ... touching yourself. Get yourself hard and then start masturbating."
The words sounded weirdly perverted coming from his mouth, but his ensorcelled brother seemed to think nothing of it. The handsome drake stepped obediently over to his chair and began passing his fingers over the swell of his sheath, doing just as he was told. Dave realized he was staring, furrowing his brows again with a grunt as he reached for the video camera, adjusting where it sat. He wanted it to be positioned more as if it were a webcam, a more natural angle of the subject.
When he paused to look in the viewfinder, he was a little surprised at what he saw. There was his brother, the handsome older drake, sitting in his seat with his dick in his hand, already sporting a full erection and already stroking it obediently. But he looked artificial, robotic, simply carrying out commands. It was just too weird. "At least try and look like you're enjoying it."
Once again the command was obeyed almost instantly. Rob let his shoulders sag a little, looking visibly less stiff in the chair. His legs drifted apart a bit, he leaned back in his seat, and let his jaw slacken a little. He even breathed out an obligatory little moan, and while his eyes still looked weird and unfocused, it was good enough.
"Much better. Yeah ... that's nice," Dave breathed, and then realized once again he was staring. Squeezing his eyes shut and shaking his head, he turned to look away from the scene with a weird little twinge in his stomach. Here he was, filming his brother jacking off as if it were some kind of twisted porno, and he knew that there had to be something terribly wrong with that kind of scenario. If it got him the revenge he was looking for, then it was worth it he supposed ... if it worked.
Then he realized it would not. Sure, being caught on film jacking off was bound to be a source of embarrassment, but if as many people who saw it would be turned on as find it laughable, it would hardly be the revenge he sought. Hell, there was always the weird possibility it might accidentally launch a successful career in adult films, or wind up getting him hooked up with some hottie - hardly revenge, indeed. No, this would not do.
But if something embarrassing were playing on the computer? That seemed to fit the bill much, much better. Reaching in, he flicked the monitor on, squinting a little at the increase in brightness. Luckily it was already logged in, no need for a password. He had to step right up to Rob's chair, leaning over the bigger drake and reaching around to get to the keyboard and mouse so he could bring up a web browser.
"Let's see. What'd be most embarrassing ... regular porn isn't weird enough. Maybe a cartoon? Yeah, that's pretty weird," he mumbled to himself, his fingers dancing over the keyboard, pulling up a number of videos. He was vaguely aware of the sound of his brother's masturbating in front of him, the pressure of the chair leaning back against him, but he was too focused on what he was doing to worry about it.
"Spongebob? Nah ... Pokemon? Hmmm." Again his fingers danced across the keyboard, when another idea crossed his mind. Chuckling at his own brilliance, he typed the appropriate search and pulled up the video he was looking for. The camera wasn't pointed at the screen so it wasn't important what it was showing, but the audio was key. Leaning over to adjust the speakers so they'd be loud enough to record but quiet enough not to disturb anyone else, he clicked the mouse and grinned wickedly as the title song began to play over the speakers. Go go Power Rangers! Go go Power Rangers!
It was perfect. If anything was going to do the trick, this would be it. Glancing down at his handiwork, he could watch Rob from a most curious angle, looking down over his own body at the sight of his cock being worked over with his own hands, the shape of his chest rising and falling with each breath, the tight musculature of his toned abs. Gods, but he was fucking hot.
How long he stood there staring he couldn't quite be sure, but the strange sensation of the chair grinding up against him pulled him back from his little reverie long enough for him to realize that it wasn't the chair doing the grinding - he had been slowly humping at the chair, himself. With a surprised little growl he pushed himself away from the chair, away from the sight of his brother stroking off, looking down at the prominent tent in his shorts with more than a little dismay. "Oh fuck ... what the hell is wrong with me?"
Hot as he might be, the dragon in the chair masturbating was his brother. "My brother, for god's sake," he hissed beneath his breath. Of course he couldn't be finding his brother hot. Not in that way. It was jealousy, perhaps, jealousy of that finely toned body that was driving his strange and unacceptable reaction. It couldn't be the sight of his brother's naked body, but rather the thought that he could have a body like that. That had to be what got him worked up. Hell, he wasn't even into guys like that.
Either way, he was terribly wound up. Out of a twisted sense of curiosity, though, he reached down and pulled his shorts down, letting his own erection pop out into the air and dangle in front of him. A weird thought overtook him as he stared at his own cock, realizing that he was bigger. For all of his brother's good looks, perfect body, everything that was better about him ... by god, if he wasn't bigger.
Then another thought popped into his head. It was even worse, even more damning, would be oh so much more embarrassing than jerking off to some silly kids' show. The mere thought of it made him quiver a little. It was just terrible, just twisted enough to be truly effective. Licking his lips, he spoke up more meekly than he meant to. "Rob? I want you to turn around and ... suck on my cock ..."
Without skipping a beat, the dragon swiveled around in his chair and slipped out, going to his knees right in front of Dave - who could only watch, wide eyed, while his brother opened his muzzle, leaned in, and wrapped his lips right around the younger drake's erection.
The sensation was electric. Dave, for all of his perceived social ills, had been no stranger to sexual encounters. While he could only count them on the fingers of one hand, he had experienced one fairly pretty girl or another doing her best to bring him to a climax with her mouth, to varying degrees of success, but this sensation was in an entirely different category. The way the dragon's lips slid over his engorged flesh, the way his tongue curled and danced up against him, the pleasant vibration of the purr running against him all conspiring to make him quiver and nearly fall over where he stood.
Reaching for the only thing he could get a hold of - his brother's horns - Dave held on while his knees buckled and quivered. "R-rob ... ooh, oh god," he moaned, hanging on for dear life while the bigger drake reached up and clutched him by the hips. He could feel his brother's lips go right up to the root of his dick, wrapping around him tight and pulling back toward the tip with a deep suckle, all before bobbing his head forward to repeat the process. Each of those luxurious draws on his cock made him shiver, made his toes want to curl in pleasure. This is what he had always imagined a blowjob should feel like ...
The feeling of that tongue dancing against his tip made him moan softly again, rolling his head back. Never in a million years would he have dreamed of getting blown by another guy, let alone his big brother. Leaning forward again and looking down, he watched his cock sliding in and out of that beautiful muzzle and couldn't resist the urge to thrust. He reasoned with himself that he could edit the video, block out his own head, any distinguishing features ... all that the video would need was a shot of that handsome drake willingly going down on another guy's cock. That'd do the trick. No one would ever have to know it was him.
Yet again he felt that tongue dragging along the underside of his cock in time to the tight suckle, making him shiver, making him moan. As he looked down at the sight of that dragon, gorgeous Rob milking his dick like an expert, another thought crossed his mind. There was really only one thing that could top this, one thing that'd really be too much. Gasping, letting himself enjoy the sensations for a moment longer, he finally pulled back and whispered softly, "Stop ... Rob, stop ..."
The dragon stopped as quickly as he started, kneeling on the ground in front of him but unmoving. Dave looked down at him through bleary eyes, panting a little in spite of himself, swallowing down the nervousness and excitement that he felt. For a fleeting moment he considered abandoning his plan altogether, running back to his room and pretending that it never happened, but he still had to have his revenge. He had to have that gorgeous creature kneeling before him.
"Climb up on your bed ... get on all fours ... lift your tail for me."
Dave could feel his heart thudding noisily in his chest while he watched his brother stand up and make his way over to the bed. He half wished the dragon might look a little less robotic about it, perhaps a little more sensual in the way he climbed up on the bed, the way he assumed the required position and lifted his tail up high, but once he was there he looked anything but robotic. He'd never realized before what a delicious ass his older brother had, and now it was bared for him to see it all. He could feel his cock twitch a little in anticipation as he glanced over his shoulder, the lens of the camera watching impassively. This would have to do the trick.
Satisfied that it was all still being recorded, the young drake finally turned to look back toward the bed, where his brother was kneeling obediently, tail held up high and swaying lightly. Even in the relatively dim light of the little desk lamp, he could see the dragon's tight little pucker under the thicker base of his tail, tight and inviting and delicious ... and he could swear that it was winking at him. From this angle he could even make out the outline of Rob's package, the unsubtle bulge between his legs, the shape of his dick dangling below, still engorged from before. Why did his brother have to be so fucking gorgeous?
Without thinking about it Dave had reached down, curled his fingers around his own turgid erection and begun to stroke it absently, smearing around the saliva that still coated it, letting it mix with the little dribble of precum that his excitement was forcing from his tip. Taking a few tentative steps forward, he covered the distance to his brother's bed, pressing his knee against the edge and leaning forward, crawling onto the bed with one hand, listening to it creak softly as his weight settled in against it.
Dave had only ever had sex once before. It had been an awkward, unsatisfying affair, two horny teenagers giving over to the urge to screw, all while trying to figure out what they were supposed to do - and keep it quiet, to boot. This was completely unalike that night. Rob was there, in front of him, tail held high, the gorgeous dragon looking so accessible and confident ... ready, willing, and unafraid. There was no uncertain squirming or nervous giggling as he positioned himself, scooting up behind his brother, kneeling, grasping his cock and holding it in position. There was no sound at all, except for his own increasingly ragged breath rattling in his throat, a soft little moan as his cockhead pressed wetly against Rob's hole.
He couldn't help but to stare at the sight of his dick lined up neatly with his brother's undertail like that. A cold little shiver ran down his spine as he gawked. He wasn't into guys, he wasn't into this sort of thing, yet here he was on the verge of fucking his older brother. It should have made him feel sick, should have made him react in some other way than to feel insanely horny. It had to have been the little rush of power that he was feeling, the thought that he had wholly and completely subjugated his brother, forcing him to the most humiliating act he could think of, to willingly raise his tail and take a dick in the ass. It would ruin him - girls wouldn't want to have anything to do with him, the guys would avoid him - the perfect revenge. It would feel so goddamned good.
From there it all happened so easily. All it took was a little nudge of his hips for the first half-inch or so of his cock to spread Rob's pucker open, the silky smooth heat wrapping around his member, and then he was in. He let a quiet little groan escape his muzzle, reached forward to grasp the older drake loosely by the hips and pull in time to the tentative thrust of his hips. He slid forward easily, neatly, half of his cock vanishing right under the older dragon's tail. Another, somewhat less tentative thrust and he was fully hilted in Rob, hips coming flat up against the dragon's backside, a little grind of scales against scales making him groan softly again.
Nothing felt like that. Rob's ass was tight and hot around his flesh, even more snug than he imagined, and he could almost swear that the muscle clenched down lightly around him. For a brief moment he felt his knees go weak and he pitched forward slightly, forced to support more of his weight atop his brother, briefly afraid that it would somehow knock him out of the hypnotic trance. Dave had to catch his breath at the sudden rush of pleasure gripping him from deep within, and he knew he was about to lose it. In the end, it would be no different than the awkward encounter before ...
Then the wave passed, the little rush of excitement, and the prickle of pure bliss in his loins faded enough. With a quiet little gasp, he realized that he had somehow prolonged that impending climax, and another kind of joy seized upon his mind; he was now free to enjoy his brother. He didn't have to think about what to do then, his hips drawing back, feeling the tight flesh drag against his cock, dragging his hips forward again and hilting himself once more in that tight heat. It brought another soft little moan to his lips, leaning forward, eagerly pushing himself deep inside.
Need and instinct soon kicked in, Dave's hips beginning to rock back and forth of their own accord; he didn't even have to think about what he was doing anymore, didn't have to think of anything at all except for how fucking good it felt. He leaned forward, letting his brother take more of his weight, running his hands hungrily against the drake's hips and sides, his body quickly finding its rhythm. Soon his hips were smacking against his brother's backside in a quick, lewd slap, slap, slap that was barely audible beneath the sounds of his own quiet groans. "Ooh, god, Rob," he whispered softly, closing his eyes.
The thought went unfinished as he simply slaked his lust against the dragon's backside, eager, mindless thrusts that made his heart thump all the more loudly in his chest. His wandering hands brushed up against his brother's erection, bouncing around beneath him, briefly curling around it and giving a squeeze, wondering if the hypnotized dragon could feel pleasure the way he could. Briefly he wished that he had done it different, that he had ordered Rob to lie down on his back, so they could fuck face to face ... so he could see his own reflection in the dragon's eyes, so he could lean in and kiss his muzzle, lock lips and taste him as he fed his seed deep in to his bowels ...
He almost thought of stopping and doing just that, but Dave was too far gone in his passion. He was already balls deep, already loosening his deepest lusts upon his brother's backside, and there was no force in the world that could convince him away from that course. Another little groan sounded from his chest as he leaned into the drake's body, rutting at him hard and anxious.
The little sensation he had felt before was beginning to creep up on him again, the little tingling sensation that he felt deep in his groin, the way his balls were starting to tighten up against his body. He tried to call upon whatever force it was before that had let him push that need back down, force it to wait so he could keep going, keep enjoying the eager little fuck, revel in the sensation of his cock pistoning in and out of Rob's ass, but this time the need would not be denied. It rose quickly within him, and when he realized he was not going to stop it he instead embraced the sensation, rutting at the drake's behind with a renewed fervor, as if he feared he might not be deep enough when it happened.
When it did happen, it was sudden and almost violent, a rapid rush of ecstasy that rivalled anything he had felt before. He was gripped with a powerful urge to tug on Rob's hips and pull him in close, arching his own hips forward and burying his cock as deep as it would go, pressed firm against those scales when he erupted with a long, low groan. He felt his cock swell and throb deep inside of his brother's backside, the heat around him so delicious as he ground himself forward, planting his seed in a series of short but eager gushes deep in that heat.
It didn't last long, three or four quick little spasms in his cock before the climax began to ebb, and Dave found himself growing weak in the knees again, leaning heavily against the gorgeous drake before him, when he realized that he had been moaning rather loudly, heedless of the fact that he might be overheard. With fear suddenly rising up inside of him, he turned around and looked back at the doorway to the room; he would have quite some explaining to do if one of his parents opened the door to find him in such a compromising position.
Fortunately he would never have to worry about such a problem, for the door remained shut, the house all quiet beyond. He felt himself beginning to deflate - physically as well as figuratively - the nervousness flooding out of his body as the heated tension was dying off, as well. Almost as abruptly as he had begun, he let go of his brother's body, pulling himself back and out, shivering at the sensation of the cool air kissing against his cumstained penis, suddenly rather cold now that it was no longer snugged by that gorgeous rump.
A part of him felt like he should be aghast at what he was doing, what he had done. For a moment he could only stare at Rob's somewhat stretched undertail, a little glistening line of moisture starting to trail down between his rumpcheeks. Instead of feeling disgust, however, he simply felt another little stir in his loins. His reaction shocked himself, and with more haste than he meant to, he squirmed his way back and off the bed, his eyes widening as he continued to stare at his brother's body. So fucking gorgeous, even in light of what had just happened. Maybe even moreso for it.
Before he could allow himself time for a second thought, Dave went about gathering up the items that he had left in the room; his clothing now on the floor, the CD player sitting next to the bed, the camera he had set up on the desk. He snapped it shut with a little shiver, briefly pondering the footage that he'd recorded there, hugging all the items to himself as he reached for the little desk lamp.
Before he flicked it off, he could not help but to turn and look one more time, drink in the sight of Rob naked, on his hands and knees, his dick still hard and dangling between his legs, his tail still held way up high. Shutting off the light so that was the last image he saw, burning it into his mind, he breathed out quietly, almost penitently. "Go to sleep, Rob."
In the sudden dark he was briefly blinded but the sound of scales rasping against cloth confirmed that his brother was following that one last command, settling down into the bed to go back to sleep. Fumbling his way back to the door, Dave pushed it open, glanced nervously about, and then scurried his way back to his own room, still in the buff. Once he was back in his own room, shutting the door securely behind him, he breathed in a deep, shuddering sigh of relief. He had made it back without getting caught, without arousing any suspicion.
Somehow, he had pulled the whole thing off.
He told himself that he would finish the job in the morning, he would load the footage up on his computer, edit out his face, any identifying features, so that he could then upload the lurid video online, complete his revenge, embarrass his brother even further. Carefully he set the camera on his own computer desk. There would be plenty of time for that tomorrow.
Discarding the rest of his items in a pile on the floor, he made his way back to his bed, wrapping himself up loosely in a blanket, pulling it around him as if it would protect him from ... from what, he didn't know. Even as he began to ponder how he might use the footage in the morning, another image in his head began to take shape, the thought of sneaking into his brother's room again, perhaps the following night. He could come more prepared, he could think out what he wanted to do. How he could tell his brother to make out with him, get naked, the way they might cuddle together naked in bed ... the ways he could make love to that gorgeous beast in the room next to his ...
In spite of the thoughts that now raced through his head, fatigue came upon him almost as quickly as the orgasm he had felt earlier, washing over him suddenly and powerfully. Pleasant and lurid thoughts faded to black, slipped into the realm of dreams as Dave closed his eyes and allowed himself to drift into a deep slumber.
It was not long after he fell to sleep that his door drifted open, slowly, creaking quietly on its hinges. A long snout, followed by a pair of blue eyes peeked in the gap, surveying the room briefly, followed by a relieved little sigh. Rob realized that his brother had fallen to sleep, just as planned; he was free to slink quietly, unnoticed into the room. Shutting the door softly behind him, the older drake made his way gingerly across the room, kneeling down at the side of his brother's bed. Gently he reached out, stroking the back of his fingers against the younger dragon's cheek.
"Ah, Davey ... that was even better than I'd hoped." Rob spoke softly, in a faint whisper, to keep from rousing his little brother. In his other hand, Rob clutched at the little hypnosis manual - the real copy that he had carefully stolen from the package before Dave came home, replacing it with a dupe - flipping it to the section about hypnotic suggestion. Briefly he considered firing the soundtrack up again, planting another sexy suggestion in the younger dragon's head, but then he thought better. He hoped that he wouldn't have to do that again, that Dave would come up with something on his own ... no need for hypnotic suggestion.
He couldn't help but to notice the little phrase in bold where his thumbclaw had stopped, rule number one in hypnosis : No hypnotic suggestion can force the subject to do something that they would otherwise object to doing. He may have left the suggestion but it was still Dave's choice to act upon it. A broad smile crossed the older dragon's face, as he leaned in and kissed his brother softly, tenderly upon the cheek. "Love you too, Davey. Come hypnotize me again sometime soon, little bro."
Turning on his heel, Rob made his way back toward the door, stopping only briefly when his eyes caught sight of the camcorder sitting on the desk. Another little grin tugging on his features, he reached for the camera and flicked open a slot on the side, pulling the memory card out and palming it along with the manual he was carrying. Perhaps one day he would be able to share his love for Dave openly, without the need for such subversive little games. "Until then," he whispered to himself softly, "I'll have this little gem to add to my collection."
With one more little glance back at his brother, Rob smiled, shut the door behind him, and let the dragon dream in peace.