Note: This story contains male/male sex, incest, and mind control. Thanks to Demiurging for editing.
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It had been two hours since my son Dylan left for the doctor's office. When he had departed, it was already past six o'clock, well past the office's closing time. But Dylan said he had a special appointment. An "arrangement" he called it. He had had soccer practice earlier and was usually pretty tuckered out afterward, but seemed energetic as he hopped out the door. Dylan was eighteen, and I allowed him a generous amount of freedom in my house. I was curious about this arrangement with the doctor, but I figured it wasn't any of my business. I was happy to extend to Dylan many adult privileges, as long as he obeyed a few rules. One of those rules was to let me know where he was and when to expect him home. He had been gone far too long for a doctor's appointment and I was starting to worry.
Around eight o'clock, I decided to drive over to the office. On my drive, I reflected on what Dylan could possibly be doing at the doctor's. Why didn't I question him? Was I offering him too much leeway? I felt guilty for not giving him the fatherly attention he deserved. Not only discipline, but kindness, love. A teenager like him, taking his first steps into adulthood, needed guidance. I shook my head, not understanding why my thoughts had drifted in that direction.
I arrived at our family doctor's office in good time and saw Dylan's car parked out front. From the outside, the office lights appeared to be off, but the main door was unlocked. I stepped inside the empty waiting area. The lobby was dark, making it easier to see the sole lit-up exam room down the hallway. I stepped cautiously down the corridor and peeked into the open doorway.
My son was bent over the examination table, his pants and underwear around his ankles. The doctor, with his long white coat, crouched behind the boy, his face inserted between Dylan's pale, round cheeks. The man's jaw worked up and down. It sounded like he was french kissing Dylan's asshole. From the sound of Dylan's moans, my boy liked it. Down between the doctor's legs, his big cock stood out rigidly from his pants. His red knob was shiny with pre-cum.
Shocked at the scene before me, I let out a whispered "Holy fuck!" It came out a little louder than I expected. I caught myself, clamping a hand over my mouth. But they hadn't noticed me. Or, impossibly, they didn't care. The doc kept his lips locked to my son's rear hole and started stroking his own dick. Dylan dropped his head to the table then arched it back to utter a loud groan into the air.
The doc stood up, his cock looking pretty damn big jutting straight out from his open fly.
He reached under Dylan's chest, pulling the young man up. They both stood, front-to-back, held tightly together. The doctor's cock rested on Dylan's lower-back and Dylan's teen boner stood up at an angle, stiff as a board.
What the hell was going on? I had no idea that Dylan was gay, fucking around with a guy older than me. Should I have interrupted, or was this one of those things I should stay out of? After all, Dylan was legally an adult now. But what if this man was taking advantage? I was frozen. All I could do was continue staring at the perverse interactions playing out in front of me.
The doc was quite a bit taller than Dylan, who was short for his age. The doctor's large hands explored up under Dylan's T-shirt. Dylan squirmed, pushing himself back into the doc's strong body as the man massaged him. The boy lifted his arms and the man peeled off the teenager's T-shirt. Dylan's long, fit body was exposed from head to ankles.
I studied my slender, youthful son. I was suddenly questioning why I had never paid attention to Dylan's attractive form; I couldn't look away now. His teen pole was long and hard, sprouting from a modest, dark bush of curly hair at his groin. It was hard for me to judge his exact size, but his fully-aroused cock sure looked big on his slight frame. Judging by Dylan's erection, he sure seemed to be into this. God, was I really that clueless? How many days (weeks?) had this been happening, right under my nose, and I hadn't noticed?
The doctor used one hand to turn Dylan's head to the side. The man lowered his head and his ass-licking tongue invaded Dylan's mouth. As I watched them making out, I absent-mindedly groped at my growing cock through the front of my pants. Their mouths eventually parted and the doctor looked straight at me.
"Hello, Mr. Anders," he said to me. I was startled and dropped my hand to my side, which inadvertently put my tenting slack on display.
"Oh, hi Dad," Dylan chimed in, finally noticing me. He was chipper and casual, but with a touch of bashfulness on his cheeks and in his eyes. Was that all he could say, standing there naked with his teen boner jutting out while being molested by the older man? His mild embarrassment seemed under-sized for the situation.
The pair separated and they both turned to face me as I stepped fully into the exam room. "I've taken control of your son, Mr. Anders. I think you'll agree that he's a very attractive young man. After examining him last month for his annual checkup, I couldn't let this fine specimen of youth slip away from me." He continued to rub his hands across Dylan's bare chest and abdomen.
Strangely, I did agree. I had been surveying Dylan for the past ten minutes and I thought he was the hottest person I had ever seen. I stepped closer. My son idled passively, waiting for instructions, his only remaining clothing pooled at his feet. His cock was still hard, jabbing out into the space in front of him. I drank in the sight of him. His long legs had some hair along the shins. His thighs were slender, but strong. His arms hung limply at his sides, and I suddenly imagined what those long fingers looked like wrapped around his teen member. His neat, trim bush marked the end of his apparent body hair until the top of his head. His smooth torso was lean and showed off more than a hint of muscle tone. He was fresh-faced with neatly maintained brown hair. That was my soccer boy; young, fit, and sexy.
"Dylan, would you like to suck my cock now?" the Doctor asked.
Dylan glanced at me shyly, then looked at his feet. "Yeah," Dylan said. He clearly wanted to but was unsure of doing it with Dad watching. The doctor coaxed him to his knees. I stood close, watching the doc's stiff sausage leaking long strings of precum onto the floor. Dylan's tongue flicked out, catching a heavy drop of the man's clear goo. The teenager then attended to the doctor's swollen, red helmet. The tip of Dylan's tongue circled the flared rim, eliciting a moan from the older man.
Dylan engulfed the cock-head with his mouth. I watched my boy suck on the doc's big unit. He seemed eager to please, with his mouth and lips working up and down the shaft. Dylan continued to slide his lips downward until about half of the doctor's big cock was inside his mouth. I wondered how much of it he could take. I imagined that the swollen helmet must be tickling the back of Dylan's mouth, ready to enter the kid's throat.
Dylan slipped back, then forward again. It was insane watching Dylan taking that thick meat into his mouth with such long strokes. He really seemed to love sucking off the doctor, taking in as much as he could before retreating, and trying again. With each forward motion, another inch of the man's tool sank into Dylan. After emitting a strangled cry, the teenager locked himself in place, his lips stretched around the base of the doctor's cock. Dylan's face was red and his eyes, although squeezed shut, were watering. How much of that stiff pole was lodged down my boy's throat? Dropping my gaze down his slim body, I saw his cock still standing up straight from his patch of dark hair. The plump helmet was shiny as clear boy-goo oozed out of his slit. The kid was really enjoying his task, if his boner was any indication.
After a few more moments, Dylan pulled off. The stiff tool, now free of Dylan's sucking mouth, bounced upward and trailing thick strands of frothy saliva. Dylan moved his face under, attacking the doctor's nuts. I was in awe. The man's large cock was so hard that it stood up all on its own, the red head drooling pre-cum while my son mouthed his big, hairy nuts.
Meanwhile, the teenager had his hands on the doctor's thighs, then his muscled abdomen, then up his shirt to grope at his chest. The young man explored every aspect of the doc that he could reach.
