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Accidental Daddy For Heru By Draconicon

"Hey, Wilbur, what's up?"

Matt smiled as he walked through his roommate's door, looking over his shoulder. He could already spot a few of the typical files on the pig's browser before it was closed, and chuckled to himself.

"You know that hypnosis stuff doesn't work, don't you? Why are you bothering?"

"Matt..."

"Hey, you know if it's a girl, I'm not gonna talk about it, don't you?"

And that was true enough. The rat could care less about what the pig did with the girls that he wanted in his life. It wasn't like it was happening to him. Nor would it be stealing from him. Being gay, he had different needs and priorities to be looking for.

He looked over the pig's shoulder again, even as Wilbur tried to shift his bulk in his chair to keep blocking the screen. Even with all the pig's attempts, however, there was only so much he could cover at a given time, and the rat could just make out that there was an email tab open. He chuckled.

"Oooh, being naughty and trying to send them to someone, huh? Come on, let me see, let me see."

"Stay out of it, man!"

"Hey, if it doesn't work, what harm is there in me seeing? It's not like I'm stopping you, I'm just curious."

"Fine. Only so you stop bothering me, though."

"Sounds good to me."

Wilbur grumbled as he opened the email tab again, and Matt quickly scanned the address bar and the file list.

He knew most of them. With the way that he and Matt had to share computers sometimes, it was hard to avoid seeing the big guy's porn collection. Hypno stuff out the wazoo, to the point where it eventually filtered over into his kinks as well. Hey, if one couldn't beat them, might as well join them, even if it was an impossible fantasy. He saw most of them listed as the typical mind control files, implanting different needs, even one for a daddy figure.

But then he saw who it was going to.

"Huh..."

"What?"

"Just didn't expect you to be sending it to one of the Masons."

"Yeah, well, Elena is hot."

She was, as far as Matt was able to tell. At the very least, lots of guys were lined up trying to get into her bed, and trying to get her on a date. There was just one problem.

The email wasn't addressed to her. It was addressed to her brother, Allen. It wasn't too surprising; their addresses were similar. Hers was elamason, whereas his was alemason. It was a simple mistake...and not one that he was too interested in correcting.

After all, he knew Allen pretty well. Nice enough guy, bit more of a jock than he usually liked in his friends, but he had one major advantage that most of Matt's friends didn't. He was cute, and more than that, too innocent to really spoil.

The rat had been wanting some fun with that lion for months, but considering that Allen was straight as an arrow and more than committed to dating girls with as pure a heart as possible, that made it rather difficult to offer any sort of 'companionship'. Now, it was pretty unlikely that Allen would change at all from the hypnosis. Matt had no faith in it actually working, nor doing anything to change someone's life choices to that degree.

But if it could...

"Heh, well, good luck."

He smiled, waving over his shoulder as he walked out of the room. Time would tell, and if things worked at all, then he would probably notice something different at school the next day.

#

I don't believe it.

As soon as he walked into the building, he saw that Allen had most definitely listened to the files. He was walking with more of a sway than the poodle in gym, and that was saying something. The lion looked like he was utterly unaware of it, too, and it left the rat biting his lips as he watched that big, muscled ass swaying ahead of him, that tufted tail like a pendulum in and of itself.

He shook his head as he jogged up beside the lion, patting him on the shoulder.

"Hey, Allen. You doing okay?"

"Huh? Yeah, course I am..."

The rat might not have noticed it another day, but as he was aware of any changes going on with the lion, it was impossible to miss the quick up and down flick of those eyes. Oh, he was being checked out. That was a big difference, a very, very big difference.

Holding down his own excitement, he nodded towards the library at the far end of the hall.

"You got a minute? I think we should talk."

"Sure, no problem, big..."

The phrase trailed off, and the lion looked a little confused. Matt could only imagine what had just been suppressed, and wondered, just how much of the files had been listened to? And how much more could he make them work?

#

He found a place in the back of the library for them to sit, and he pulled out a chair for the lion. It was so different; normally Allen would have almost thrown himself into the seat, getting comfortable and sprawling out like the big cat he was. Now, he very nearly minced his way into the seat, and seemed intent on seating himself properly as the rat took another chair for himself.

"So, what's up, Matt? You got something on your mind?"

"Yeah, um...just wanted to check something."

"What? You got another guy you want me to talk to, or something?"

The rat smiled. His sexuality wasn't exactly a secret with the lion. They were close enough for that, if not for what Matt really wanted. Allen had beaten up a couple of students that had taken teasing to the level of harassment, and it was a standing offer to have it done again if needed.

He shook his head, though. He had other ideas.

"I just want to try something. There are a couple of words I'm going to say. Just...listen, and do what comes natural, okay?"

The lion nodded, and the rat went through the different trance words that he was aware of. They were usually pretty simple, but he wanted to get it right. There were three main possibilities of what would put the lion back into a trance and sleep state.

"Okay...Sleep."

Nothing.

"Downstairs."

Also nothing, though the lion raised an eyebrow at that.

"Trance."

That did it. With a soft groan, Allen's head dipped down, chin pressed against his chest. Matt shook his head at the sight, and fought with his own sudden urges. Adjusting his chair so that his growing bulge remained under the table, he leaned forward.

"Allen. I want you to listen to me. You are deep in a trance, and the longer you stay in it, the more comfortable you will get. The more comfortable you get, the deeper you will go. The deeper you go, the more obedient you will feel. And it feels so good to be obedient."

He knew that most of the hypno files kept the language a bit more flowery, but he didn't have a lot of time. Someone could come along and see them like this at any moment, and then...well, he didn't know what would happen.

Allen nodded, anyway, so he pushed on.

"Just slip deeper and deeper. You can only hear my voice, only hear me talking. You want to hear me, you want to listen to me. It feels good, and it feels good to do what I say. And it's so easy to do what I say, too."

"So easy...to do what...you say..."

"Yes, that's right."

He reached into his pocket, pulling out a small notebook. He'd written down all the files that he could remember that Wilbur had sent off. Most of them he knew, but he wanted to compare the list to whatever was in Allen's head.

"Just listen to what I say. I will read a list, and whenever I say something that you have listened to, I want you to tap the table. Can you do that for me? Just tap the table when you hear the name of something you've already heard."

There was no nod this time, but the rat pushed forward anyway.

It didn't take long to narrow down the list. The lion had listened to four of the different mind control files, each one implanting a need to be told what to do, a need to listen to commands. He remembered that a few of them also made sure that the trance trigger stayed strong, and that it would leave the lion's mind open to more different things. He blushed as he realized that the other main file listened to had been a 'daddy' oriented thing, encouraging the listener to find older, and often bigger, men to submit to.

That must have been playing havoc with his head last night, the rat thought, wondering how the lion had dealt with having a strange new attraction to older men.

He shook his head. Better to deal with that later. Right now, he had to make sure that the lion kept up with what he was doing.

"Alright. You have been a good boy so far, Allen. And you want to keep being a good boy, don't you?"

The lion nodded.

"Good. Then when you get home today, you will keep listening to those files. It feels so good to listen to those files. It makes you feel sleepy, happy, and when you get to the end, horny."

He had an idea, and wrote down another file name.

"You will add this to the playlist. You will want to listen to this one again and again, until you can't think of anything else. You will listen to this file, and feel good. You will listen to this file, and let it settle deep into your head, deep into your mind. Do you understand?"

The lion nodded again, and the rat nodded back. He put his notebook away, and then slowly stood up.

"Just listen to me, and slowly come back as I count down from 10. 9...8..."

Later that night, Matt was sitting at the computer. With the ease of practice, he pulled up the email account that Wilbur had been using before. The pig still hadn't noticed that he had sent the files to the wrong email address, or at the very least, hadn't sent any off to Elena yet. He was tempted to send her a warning, but then she might want to know how he had known. If that happened...

No, he didn't want to lose Allen yet. Better to wait it out.

He flipped back to his email account afterwards, and blinked as he saw that there was an email waiting for him. From Allen, no less. No subject line, either. But...there was an attachment.

What did he send?

Opening it was quickly done, and the rat's cheeks felt like they were bursting into flame as he saw a picture of the lion's hot ass fill the screen. His pants almost immediately were filled with his erection, and he had to grip the desk hard to keep from just whipping it out. Wilbur might walk in, after all, and he didn't need that argument.

What...a...hunk! he thought as he stared at that tawny ass. Those cheeks, spread wide to expose the hole between, seemed to beg to be groped and squeezed and worshiped. The rat panted as he leaned in close to the screen, imagining how it would feel to be there, to feel that ass pressed back against his face, to drag his tongue over that hot hole and feel it twitching under it.

Underneath the image, there was a caption. He forced himself to read it, and blushed heavily.

It read "For My Sexy Daddy".

"Oh gods, we'll have so much to talk about tomorrow..."

It was an easy thing to drag the lion off of the practice field the next day. The rest of the team was eager to have a little solo practice time and show off for the cheerleaders without Allen grabbing the spotlight, and Allen was eager enough to follow orders once the proper word was said. It was a pity that they had to resort to the locker room for privacy, but it was the only thing that Matt could think of.

As soon as they got there, he couldn't help but try out the other command words that should have been implanted.

"Strip."

Matt watched with a growing smile and rapidly hardening erection as the lion followed the command. Allen's hands worked with slow, smooth efficiency as he unstrapped his protective gear, letting it fall to the ground. Slowly, the lion's muscled shoulders, hard abs, and rock-like chest were revealed, and the rat whimpered in his own need, groping himself through his pants.

More and more of that lovely golden fur was revealed as the lion tugged off his shoes, socks, and pants as well. The uniform hit the floor, revealing legs that were powerful and muscular, and fur that was damp with the sweat of working hard on the sports field. Matt moaned, fiddling with his pants button and zipper as the lion reached for his jockstrap.

As the sweat soaked piece of cloth hit the floor, and Allen turned around, Matt had the full view of that ass in all its glory. He moaned, falling to the floor behind the lion and groping it, squeezing it, pulling the cheeks apart to see that hole from the picture last night.

It was just as beautiful as back then, and he could no longer hold himself back.

"Daddy's boy."

In just two words, the jock lion was transformed from the straight, innocent guy he normally was to a horny little twink. Allen leaned forward, his hands pressed against the lockers, and he pushed his ass out.

"Oooh, daddy...I need you..."

It was like music to his ears, and Matt leaned forward. He spread those ass cheeks, feeling the muscle hard and tense under his fingers. The potent smell of a sweaty, hot, slightly bitter ass filled his nose, and he licked his lips as he watched that hole start to twitch. It was begging for him.

And he gave it what it wanted. Dragging his tongue over it, and savoring the taste of sweat and musk and all the other bits that stuck to the flesh, Matt let himself enjoy everything. His cock throbbed in his pants, oozing pre over his underwear, feeling his cock twitch with every lick that he made.

He growled, almost biting the base of the lion's tail as he dragged his tongue over that hot rim again and again, feeling it stretch, feeling it get pulled along with his tongue. It was incredible. It was like his tongue was forcing that hole to bow to his whims, to make the lion's body bend to what he wanted.

The decent part of him almost wanted to stop, but his own lust pushed him further and further. He spat on the hole, shoving his tongue against it so that he could push it inside. Again and again he spat into the hole, shoving his tongue inside to get it lubed up, and he squeezed that ass like it was a toy rather than someone's body.

And Allen seemed to love it. He could hear the moans from the lion getting louder and louder with each passing minute, and when he pulled back, he saw a long string of pre dangling from the jock's cock. He chuckled, reaching around and gathering it on his finger, before rubbing it into the feline's ass. It slipped in, and Allen arched his back, squeezing down on the rat's finger.

"Ooooh, daddy...please...give me your cock..."

Perhaps he had a bit of hypnosis himself. Perhaps he simply had a part of himself that needed to take control. Perhaps he had just been fantasizing too long and needed the excuse. Regardless, he jumped up and slammed his cock into the lion's ass without any more hesitation, groaning in pleasure as he did. Allen pushed back against him, and the rat pounded the jock's ass as hard and fast as he possibly could.

In and out, in and out he went, and the lion pushed back with all the force that his prodigious muscles could give him. Despite being slick, he was still so tight, so very warm around the rat's cock, and Matt could tell that he wasn't going to last long with all of this incredible sensation.

His big, heavy balls slapped against the lion's ass, each thrust forward leading to a loud clap that echoed throughout the locker room. He grunted, and Allen moaned, whimpering like a little slut under him.

A simple reach-around confirmed that the lion was on the edge of endurance, his cock throbbing and twitching. Matt grinned, grabbing it tight and stroking it as he forced himself to speak up.

"Do you like being daddy's boy?"

"Mmmph...yes, daddy...I love it...Love your cock..."

"Do you...love me?"

"Yes! I love you, daddy!"

The rat moaned, his cock jumping and twitching in that ass at that. He tried to hold back, but he just couldn't. With a deep moan, he came, and he came hard, spurting his load deep into his 'boy's' hole.

Even as his own hand was covered in lion cum, the rat slumped back. He popped out of that hole with a grunt, and he stared as a flood of seed slowly started working its way out, oozing out from the freshly fucked hole.

And with that...with that, came the guilt.

Matt shook his head, looking at the lion. He was...he was using his friend, and not in a good way. Just because he had a crush...

Then again...

Maybe...

Maybe just for a while. He could have it for a week, right? Then maybe take it off, if things were going bad. After all, he wasn't going to make it a thing. He wasn't going to turn Allen into a flaming gay man...just keep him in the closet for a while.

And that...that hot ass just begged to be used. It would be a crime to lock it off again, now that he knew how wonderful it was.

He pulled Allen into his arms. He would keep it a secret between them...At least, for now. He'd figure out what to do later.

But there was one other loose end...

The pig sat down at his computer, grumbling and rubbing his cheek as he opened up his emails.

"Bitch."

He couldn't believe that the hypnosis hadn't worked. His source had promised him that the files were foolproof. And he knew that she'd gotten them; the email had read confirmed that it was received. So why hadn't Elena done what he'd told her? Should have been sucking his cock, not punching him in the face.

He'd just have to try again. Shaking his head, the pig started to open a new draft, and then blinked as he saw that he had an email from Matt.

"Weird, usually he just tells me what he wants."

He opened it -

And immediately slumped in his chair as a spiral took over the screen, subliminal messaging popping up in the center of the spiral. The pig's cock quickly tented his pants as he stared at the screen, his jaw hanging open and his tongue flopped out.

The sound of footsteps filled his ears as he kept staring at the screen, until out of the corner of his eyes, he could see Matt standing next to him, wearing a pair of sunglasses.

"I couldn't just let you get away with trying to hypnotize a little lady, now, could I?"

Wilbur wasn't sure what he meant. But then again, his mind was fading rapidly, even if he didn't understand why. He did, however, groan in relief as Matt tugged his tight pants down, letting out his cock.

"More than that, I can't have you telling people that you have hypno stuff, or trying it on anyone else. That'll put my secret at risk, and I can't have that."

His mind was too far gone to register what that meant, but he did understand as a cock was pushed near his face.

"Besides...sometimes Allen needs a break."

The End