The Fox Among the Sheep

Chapter 2

By Silver Sheep

Frederick opened his eyes. The ram soon realised he was seated on the lounge in Braxton’s office. He remembered his anger and storming up the stairs, but after that his mind was blank. He looked around and saw the fox, Braxton was standing across from him. Frederick stood up and looked around the room.

“You were saying this hyena dude groped you?” said Braxton.

Frederick paused, it took a moment for him to remember. He was reaching for empty glasses, and the blue and black coloured hyena had grabbed his rump. It made him angry, but the feeling of another man touching him had made him excited. When the hyena rubbed the back of his hand paw over his semi-hard penis, he squared him up for a fight. Instead, he stormed up to Braxton’s office.

“Yeah,” replied Frederick finally.

“You got a little excited and didn’t want to be in the bar with a hard-on,” added Braxton.

Heat rose up to Frederick’s cheeks as he remembered telling Braxton. How excited it made him feel. After some questioning Braxton's sharp green eyes made him confess. It was good to obey his new boss, he was safe here with him.

“This is a gay bar I’m not going to fire you for getting excited on the job. It happens to the best of us,” said Braxton.

“I-I’m not gay.” stammered Frederick.

Braxton licked his chops slowly. Frederick couldn’t help but stare as Braxton’s tongue moistened his black lips. His canines were bright white absolutely perfect. Frederick’s mouth drifted open as he began to daydream about how those lips would feel pressed against his, how that flexible canine tongue would feel lapping the inside of his mouth.

"I think you could be whatever I wanted you to be. You're such a good listener, with an ear for my words," said Braxton softly.

Frederick didn't answer. He could only stare at the fox's lips as he spoke.

Braxton slowly licked his tongue over his whiskers first the right and then the left side of his muzzle. His fox whiskers sprang back into position after the pass of his tongue. He followed that up by licking his black canine nose making it glisten under the light.

“Dreaming about kissing me?” asked Braxton.

Frederick was snapped back to reality. He tore his eyes away from the fox and looked to the floor. How could he read his mind?

“Judging by your reaction my guess was right. As someone in the hospitality industry, I’ve become adept at reading creatures. I think that the real reason you were so angry at the hyena was that he caught a glimpse of your real desires. Just like how you were staring at my lips.” said Braxton.

“I’m sorry for staring,” squeaked Frederick.

“I caught you staring, I caught you looking hypnotised, caught you looking hypnotised and deep,” growled Braxton.

Frederick felt a tug of a lead weight on his mind. He stood still, but his head dropped to his chest, and his eye drifted shut. His perception and thoughts drifted away. He didn't fight this feeling. It felt good to let it wash over him. Braxton's words were true he had caught him staring, he had caught him hypnotised, he had caught him hypnotised and deep.

Braxton licked his chops again as he took in the sight of his hypnotised and harnessed ram. He just couldn’t help himself. Toying with Frederick was just too much fun to pass up. Of course, he couldn’t really see into his thoughts. The trigger of him licking his chops activated the post-hypnotic suggestion to daydream about kissing him. Frederick didn't have to know that part.

He had his eye on Frederick for some time. He may have had a part in getting him to leave his last job. Good bartenders who happened to be male sheep were hard to find in the city. Most sheep were much too timid for bar work. It was an opportunity he couldn’t let slip through his paws. He had decided to hire Frederick the moment he saw him working at his previous job.

Braxton fidgeted with his round dog tag on his collar. It was his favourite accessory that he wore everywhere. Frederick needed some work he was a raging homophobe with a visceral hatred for homosexuals. It was nothing that a few hypnosis sessions couldn’t fix. He wasn't going to change his sexuality just toy with him enough for him to question his homophobe ways. Braxton adjusted his pants. Seeing the raging homophobe brought under his full control was still affecting him.

His sexual needs would have to wait. He still had work to do and besides Wenzel was staying over tonight. He would save his libido for when he got home. At least it was Monday night, and he could get back at a reasonable time. Sometimes he wondered how that wolf put up with him. Perhaps it was the fact they were in a bohemian style open relationship. The wolf could hook up with anyone he wanted. Wenzel was a free spirit that couldn’t be contained, but he always came back to Braxton's den.

Braxton had to sort out Frederick and get him used to being in his flock. He also had another goal tonight, teaching that hyena a lesson. Braxton gently returned the enthralled ram to his spot on the couch. The poor dude needed to relax, and a deep trance would do just that. Braxton trotted out of his office and down the stairs. He walked downstairs to the bar area.

He spotted his prey. The blue and black striped hyena was still sneering all this time later. He was the last customer left in the bar. Braxton walked over to the ram, Brenden who was turning over bar stools on the empty tables.

"Brenden can you please lock the doors I need to speak to our guest," Braxton asked his employee.

The ram nodded and walked over towards the front doors.

The fox turned his attention to the tipsy hyena. He padded over and took a seat opposite him. The hyena looked up as Braxton sat down.

"Hey Foxy, need a cock up that tail hole tonight?" The hyena asked before laughing and pounding the table.

Braxton bared his teeth. "You silly boy, you should have left before I could get to you," growled Braxton.

This seemed to sober up the creature, a tad. He straightened himself in his chair.

"It was only a touch don't get all #MeToo on me," the hyena said.

"You shouldn't have done that. Now, I will have to make an example out of you," said Braxton. The fox focused his will on his hypnotic power.

Braxton could see the effect of his power on the hyena. The hyena's maw dropped open as he stared back at Braxton. The fox knew he had him.

"It is only a swirl, only a swirl of my eyes. There is no need to get all entranced on me. Yet, here you are dropping. You feel it don't you?" Braxton said in a monotone.

"Y-yeah," the hyena slurred slowly not taking his eyes off the fox.

"You know, it's too late. I've got you. No escape, but you don't want to escape, you want, what you really want is to go deeper," said Braxton making sure to press each word into the mind of the creature.

Sometime later, Frederick awoke. He wasn't in the bar anymore or Braxton’s office but on the train. The ram looked around and felt around his body. He was out of the harness he had been wearing back at the bar. In the train's window, he saw he had on his job hunting bar uniform again. With that worry out of the way, memories flooded back to him.

He had a great work trial at the Fox Among the Sheep, and he had been hired by the owner Braxton at the end of his shift. He remembered laughing at a cross-dressing hyena attempting ballet in the main bar. It was strange that the hyena was the only patron in the bar at the time, but then again it was only a Monday night.

He flipped open his phone and went to the camera app. Frederick opened the last file it was a video. With a tap, the video began. Over the bar's sound system, Waltz of the Flowers from The Nutcracker ballet was playing. A drunk hyena dressed in a frilly girly outfit was attempting to ballet dance along to the music. The camera panned to his new boss, Braxton and his co-worker Brenden absolutely cracking up laughing.

The video ended and Frederick clicked off the screen. He had found a new job, and it looked like the boss knew how to have a good time. He would have to get used to the fetish gear although it wasn't that bad. It was better than being on the unemployment line.

Back in another part of the city, Braxton opened the door to his apartment and walked in. He placed his key on the side table as he stepped inside. His ears twitched. He heard a noise coming from the kitchen. He sniffed the air, his nose picked up the scent of meat and vegetables being fried in oil. Braxton walked into the kitchen.

Standing over the stove was his boyfriend, Wenzel Bardawulf. He recognised the green Mohawk of his lover immediately. The grey wolf was tossing stir fry in a wok on Braxton’s fancy stovetop. He could tell Wenzel had heard him come in because his flexible canine ears had turned towards him somewhat. His grey tail wagged as well, further giving away his excitement.

“I thought I would cook you something tonight,” Wenzel said. He kept his eyes on the wok as he spoke.

“It smells good,” replied Braxton sniffing the air again.

“How was your day?” asked the wolf.

“I had my new employee throw a bit of a tantrum, but it wasn’t anything I couldn’t handle,” said Braxton. As he spoke, he walked up behind his wolf.

“You keep adding to your harem over there,” said Wenzel.

“Well, this guy is straight, and he didn’t like being touched by one of the customers,” said Braxton. He wrapped one of his hand paws around Wenzel’s abdomen from behind as he spoke.

Wenzel exhaled slowly as he felt his lover’s touch. He kept his attention on the dish he was cooking. “Let me guess, you used your eyes on him and turned him into a sissy gay queen.” Wenzel teased.

Braxton pulled in close putting his free hand paw on Wenzel’s hip. “That's what I did to the customer,” answered Braxton.

“Oh, but did you add the ram to your harem?” asked Wenzel.

“It’s my flock and not a harem. I pay my ram bartenders wages and let them return home of a night. I don't keep them locked away,” said Braxton. He ran his hand paw up and down the wolf’s side.

Wenzel flipped the stir-fry again.

“I just made him feel more comfortable that’s all,” said Braxton. He moved his other paw this time running it over the grey wolf’s belly.

“More likely just an excuse to use your powers on him.” replied the wolf.

Braxton pulled in close. He found the sensitive flesh of the back of Wenzel’s ear and nibbled it with his grooming teeth. The fox was delighted to hear the gasp escape his lover. He knew his sweet spot that drove him wild every time. He nibbled again making Wenzel shudder.

“You know me too well. Seeing how deeply my latest ram dropped did affect me. I’m feeling very frisky tonight.” replied the fox before pressing his hips forward into Wenzel's rear.

Wenzel opened his mouth to speak but only managed to gasp as Braxton licked over the sensitive spot over the back of his ear.

Braxton squeezed his lover tightly as he began to nibble the back of Wenzel’s ear. The wolf shuddered and trembled. Braxton brushed his paws up and down his body.

“I’m cooking dinner darling I’ve got to concentrate,” Wenzel replied.

The wolf was right he didn’t want him to singe his fur on the stovetop. Braxton backed off. He slinked off and took a eat at the kitchen table. Braxton groped himself and gave his hard-on a brief squeeze.

Wenzel turned and said in a mock scolding tone “You’re hot to trot for my cooking tonight. No dessert until you’ve eaten your vegetables.”

Braxton ignored the comment, but his lips curled into a smile at the sight of Wenzel’s obvious erection pushing at the crotch of his pants. He knew the wolf's weak spots.

Suddenly Braxton’s mobile phone rang. He fished it out of his pants and looked down at the screen. He groaned aloud. The caller ID said it was from his security company. He clicked answer and put the phone to his ear.

After a lengthy verification process, the fur on the other end finally told him why they had called. “The alarm has been tripped at your property, and we need you to come out to check it with our guard.” said the fur on the other end of the phone.

Wenzel had placed a plate of hot stir fry in front of Braxton while he was still on the phone. Braxton hung up with a sigh.

“Something set off the alarm at the bar. I have to go back to check it out,” said Braxton.

Wenzel’s face dropped into a frown. “Another false alarm?” he said.

“Most likely but I have to let the security guard in and do a sweep. I’ll be back in around an hour,” said Braxton.

“Can’t you have dinner first?” asked Wenzel.

“I’ll have to nuke it in the microwave when I get back. I’m sorry that I have to go, I’m my own worst boss,” said Braxton with a forced smile.

He felt terrible when he got up to leave, but the security company sent out a guard to check, and he couldn’t just ignore the issue. Braxton took the late night train he could do without a car in the city. Sure having a car was nice by parking was just too expensive. As he arrived, he saw the small car with the security company logo on it parked outside.

As he walked closer, it soon became apparent it wasn’t a false alarm. The front windows to his bar had been smashed. Braxton knew who was responsible it must have been thugs sent by the Mafia wannabe Mr Donovan. The prick was a standover man who owned a local pizza joint in the red light district. It was as much he could get out of Brenden, but the ram hadn't met the dude himself, so he had no real solid information on the guy.

Braxton met with the security guard he was a burly brown bear that barely fit in the small car the security company had provided. The bear had just arrived and had called the police seeing the state of the windows. Braxton wasn't annoyed about the windows he was more annoyed that his planned night with Wenzel was ruined.

As he was waiting for the police Braxton wrote a text message to Wenzel, it read: “Some drunks smashed the windows of the bar. I’m OK, but I will have to file a police report.”

After Braxton had sent his text his phone chimed. The message wasn't from Wenzel, but it made the fox smile nonetheless. It was a notification from a random Twitter account, and The Fox Among the Sheep's Twitter account was tagged in the post.

Braxton opened the Tweet to take a look. It was two selfies of the hyena from earlier. He was dressed in a frilly purple skirt, a tank top and pink and black striped stockings. The first image was taken in a mirror and showed a photo of the full body image of the hyena in his outfit. The next picture was a shot of the hyena's panty covered crotch.

The text read: I've been a bad yeen tonight at The Fox Among the Sheep. I've been punished by having to wear this femboy look until I learn to keep my paws to myself. #LookDontTouch.

If only all his problems were solved this easily. He would have to work on this pizza boy Mafioso. He wasn't getting the message that he wasn't a fox to be fucked with.