The Invitation: Chapter 1
 
By Silver Sheep
 
The sun was getting lower in the sky as afternoon shadows grew longer. A gray coyote knocked at a large wooden door to a house. The house belonged to a friend of his who was named Oscar. Oscar lived on a quiet suburban street that was lined with Sycamore trees. The trees provided shade along the footpath of the street. The coyote listened for any noise coming from inside the residence.
 
The coyote's ears turned to a sound coming from inside. It sounded like someone coming towards the door. The sound of foot claws clicking on floorboards. He heard the latch opening followed by a creak of a hinge. The door opened and there stood the tan and white wolf that he knew as Oscar. The wolf’s lips curled into a warm smile.
 
“Hello James. Did your trip go well?” Oscar asked.
 
“Uneventful.” answered the coyote. He was a little tired from traveling and wanted to sit down for a bit. He bent down and picked up his bag from the doorstep.
 
“Come in. I have the guest room ready for you. I am in the middle of making dinner preparations. It’s down the hallway to the left.” said Oscar.
 
“Thanks Oscar. Let me unpack my overnight bag and I’ll join you in the kitchen.” said James.
 
Oscar turned and walked down the hallway and turned to the right at the end of the hallway. James wasn’t in a rush so he slowly walked inside and closed the front door behind him. To his first left was Oscar’s bedroom. He could see through the open door a double bed and dresser drawers.
 
To his right was the lounge room with a large flat screen TV, two small sofas and a large coffee table. There were bookshelves packed with various books along one of its walls. Down the end of the hallway was a door that led to the main bathroom. James walked down the hallway his nose twitched at the smell of cooking coming from the doorway to the right. The scent of onion and pork and veal mince betrayed what was for dinner. Probably spaghetti bolognese despite himself the coyote licked his chops.
 
His soft pink tongue licked his black lips and exposed his sharp canine fangs. He was hungry from his journey. The last thing he had eaten was a sandwich from a kiosk at the train station. While that took the edge off he really needed something more filling. Not that it was nearing supper time.
 
The coyote opened the door to his left and went inside. The guest bedroom was bright from the large window overlooking the back garden. Inside was a double bed with two bedside tables one had a lamp on it. A door lead to the guest bathroom that had a small toilet and wash basin. The coyote unpacked his toiletries and placed his toothbrush and toothpaste on the counter of the wash basin.
 
He returned to the guest room to unpack his change of clothes and pajamas. It didn’t take him too long because he was just staying the night. He had to travel three hours by train so staying the night would make the trip more worth the long journey.
 
James exited the guest room and walked into the kitchen. His claws clicked on the tiles on the floor. The kitchen was tiled in bright white tiles with the splash backs in a salmon pinkish coloured tile. There was a big kitchen table, a fridge, a counter along the side of the room and an upright stove.

Oscar was standing over his stove stabbing his cooking pot with a wooden spoon. He was separating the mince in the pot. Another pot on the cooktop had water that he was bringing to a boil. The smell of the cooking filled the room. It was making the coyote salivate. 
 
“Can I make myself a coffee?” the coyote asked. A coffee should take the edge of his hunger for a bit.
 
“Sure” came the reply.
 
James went over to the kettle and switched it on. He looked in the cupboard for a coffee cup. The cupboard above the kettle had the coffee cups and glassware. He grabbed the glass jar of instant coffee from the countertop and opened the lid. Not bothering with a teaspoon he poured some of the jar's contents into the coffee cup.
 
“I have spoons you know” said the wolf looking up at James with his blue eyes.
 
James just shrugged in response and went over to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of milk from the door shelf. The coyote returned to the kettle. The sound of bubbling water could be heard coming from it. The kettle turned itself off and James poured out hot water into his coffee cup. 
 
“So tell me about your new job that you've been all cagey about.” asked James.
 
“Well it's for the government.” said the wolf.
 
“So the job as a trainee signal operator for the railway came through?” asked James.
 
“No, not quite.” replied Oscar. “I’ve got a job in the Psionic Monitoring and Control department.” the wolf added.
 
The coyote’s eyes went wide. “You mean you work for the furs that are responsible for managing psionic talented individuals." said the coyote.

"Yes." Oscar said simply.

"But hang on I thought that only furs that had psionic gifts could work there. From what I have heard even the cleaning staff had to have some kind of psionic abilities to work for them.” James said as his eyebrows furrowed.
 
“Well that's because I have a psionic talent.” said Oscar. The room went silent save for the sizzling food in the cooking pot.
 
The coyote looked down into his coffee cup unsure of what to say.
 
“James... I have kept my power a secret from everyone even my own parents. The Department found me out. They have machines that can determine if someone has psionic gifts. I was scared when they arrested me.” said Oscar.
 
“What! Arrested you! For what! Just having powers!” yelled James. He was in shock first his friend tells him he has a psionic gift then he got arrested by the government.
 
“It's not like that I needed their help. There's dangerous people who use their gifts to commit crime. They keep people safe. I always thought of them like a cult because of their policies of only having psionic individuals in their employ. I was wrong they are my friends and just want to help the mundanes.” the wolf said. He looked at his friend with sad eyes searching for approval of some kind. 
 
The coyote felt a prang of guilt because he had raised his voice. His friend was being open about his struggles he should listen to what he has to say. James walked over and grabbed the jar of pasta sauce from the counter. He opened it and poured it over the mince and onion mix in the cooking pot. 
 
He put his hand paw on the wolf’s shoulder and said “Oscar I’m sorry. I've never expected that you're a psionically gifted fur.”
 
The wolf let out a sigh as he stirred the source in the cooking pot. His eyes turned toward James and he asked “James are you afraid of furs with psionic powers.”
 
The coyote hesitated should he be honest with him? He decided that he had to tell him the truth so he answered “Yeah. A little bit.”
 
The wolf smiled a little and said “Well how about I do an exercise to show you what I can do. I think that a lot of the fear comes from the unknown. If I can show you my power it will ease you mind.”
 
“It’s not going to hurt is it?” James asked. He had heard stories about psionic crime in which furs had signed over the title deeds to their homes under the influence of such powers.
 
“No. Not at all. Here let me show you.” said the wolf turning down the heat on the stove. The wolf smiled showing his white canines as he said “Take a seat.”
 
The coyote sat down at the kitchen table. His eyebrows furrowed as he watched Oscar as he opened the top draw of his cabinet and took out a teaspoon. “So you can bend spoons?” he asked.
 
“No silly. You'll see.” replied Oscar. The wolf put the teaspoon down on the table and took a seat opposite the coyote. “Now my teaspoon is feeling snubbed by you because you didn’t use him to make your coffee. What are you going to do to make up for it?” he said.
 
James rolled his eyes.
 
Oscar’s muzzle curled into a grin as he said “That’s no way to treat my teaspoon. Why don’t you pick it up.”
 
James was about to ask Oscar about this silliness when he felt the urge to pick up the teaspoon. He let out a gasp as his paw shot out and picked up the teaspoon. What was going on?
 
The wolf’s eyes widened and he said “That’s better but I still think you need to kiss and makeup.”
 
The coyote felt something in his mind, a force urging him to kiss the teaspoon. He tried to resist but that just increased the pressure in his head, the pressure to obey. His lips puckered against his will and he brought the teaspoon up to lips. Something about his helplessness sent a thrill down his spine making him shiver. The cold metal of the spoon touched his lips and he kissed it. What was the wolf doing to him? 
 
The wolf’s grin widened and he said “That’s much better but do you know what spoons like the most? It’s to be licked so give the teaspoon a few big old licks.”
 
There was the feeling again that urge to obey it was so strong he was helpless to it. The coyote ran his tongue over the spoon lapping at the metal. James was starting to feel another feeling that of the heat of arousal flowing down to his groin. Is this wolf turning me on with his power or was it just pushing his buttons in a way he didn’t realize that he desired? He licked again this time his tongue slurped across the spoon. Blood was rushing down to his penis and up to his face. Did the wolf know how his power was affecting him, turning him on. One last lick but James was ignoring sensation of licking the spoon and focusing on the sensation in his groin. The tip of his canine penis had come out and was pushing into his undies.
 
“Now James do you understand why I was arrested? It wasn’t because I did anything wrong. Furs with powers like mine need to be registered and monitored so that we don’t do any harm to society.” said Oscar.
 
“Yes.” James said his voice sounded husky. He dropped the teaspoon on the table. It clattered loudly making him jump.
 
The wolf’s eyes widened and he said “James! I’m sorry I shouldn't -”
 
The coyote waved his hand paw interrupting him and he said “I’m fine I just never experienced anything like that before.”
 
Oscar’s expression softened. He picked up the teaspoon and walked over the the sink and placed it with the other washing up.
 
James was glad that his friend’s back had turned because his now erect penis was pressing uncomfortably into his pants. He adjusted his pants while Oscar’s back was turned. It felt better to have some space for his erection. James kept his eyes away from Oscar. Oscar turned the heat on the stove up again and returned to his cooking. 
 
The bubbling sound coming from one of the pots signaled that the water had boiled. The wolf cut open a pack of spaghetti and added it to the boiling water. James's erection had died down so he grabbed his coffee thankfully it was still somewhat warm. He didn’t want to go near teaspoons for a bit in case he got himself excited again. He wondered to himself if Oscar was gay it never occurred to him until now. He lived alone and has never been seen with a female on a date. Was this exercise just foreplay or something? James pushed the thoughts out of his head he had know Oscar for some time if he wanted to make a move on him he had plenty of other opportunities. It was just his horny state talking he concluded. They sat quietly as the pasta cooked it didn’t take long.
 
“It’s ready come grab a bowl.” the wolf said breaking the silence. He opened the draw and took out a serving spoon and tongs and placed them on the counter. He turned off the stove and carefully picked up the pot with the pasta and drained the water into a colander that he had placed in the sink.
 
James opened the cupboard and grabbed two bowls out and brought them over to the stove. The pair served themselves a helping of pasta each and returned to the table to eat. James thanked Oscar for the meal as he tucked in. The coyote didn’t have his mind on dinner but on the wolf’s psionic power. He watched the wolf now that he was in front of him. Again his mind wandered back to the exercise and how hot it had made him.
 
He looked at Oscar sitting across from him. This wolf could just order him with his power to drop to his knees and suck his cock right here at the dinner table if he wanted. There was absolutely nothing he could do to resist. He turned away from the wolf but it was too late that sexy thought was making him hard again.
 
James was glad he was seated at a table because of the tent his erection was making in his pants. The coyote just tried to focus on eating his meal. The wolf had unknowingly sparked a fire in his loins. He chewed another mouthful of spaghetti hoping the tasty food would take his thoughts elsewhere.
 
The heat in the coyote’s crotch was getting harder to ignore. James put down the fork he was holding and excused himself from the table. The wolf smiled and returned to his pasta. James stood up to leave being careful not to show the bulge in his pants. The coyote was relieved that Oscar didn’t ask him why he had left the dinner table. He walked through the guest bedroom and into the guest bathroom.
 
The coyote shut the door to the guest bathroom and locked it. He felt a twinge of shame because the real reason that he had excused himself to go masturbate in his friends bathroom. He normally had more self control but the exercise with the wolf just didn’t leave his mind. Being completely helpless to the wolf’s psionic power had pushed buttons he didn’t know that he had.
 
He shakily undid the belt to his slacks and slid them and his underwear down around his foot paws. A quick masturbation session was what he needed to douse the fire in his loins. His red canine cock was throbbing so it wouldn’t take too long. He wrapped his paw over his length and started stroking with slow firm strokes. Yes that was it he needed this to calm down. His length was already slick with his pre so he increased his pace.
 
Feeling the self induced pleasure he suppressed a moan not wanting to make too much noise. He didn’t want to be caught with a busy paw pleasuring himself. His knot had come out to join the rest of his penis now. He looked over the counter and found a box of tissues and plucked three of them from the box. He didn’t want to spray his release all over the place.
 
He gave his knot a good squeeze and let a small moan escape. He want back to stroking himself. A few moments later the horny coyote was ready to cream. He brought up the tissues in his other hand paw to catch his release. Just as he felt the bliss of his orgasm. His cum surged out of his cock into the tissues. The male musk of his release filled the small room.
 
He deposed of the sodden tissues in the toilet. He flushed the evidence of his pawing session down. He paused to take in the relief of his afterglow and wait for his swollen knot to die down. His embarrassment was now gone. That’s what he needed now he could return without the distraction in his pants. After a little while his knot and penis was back in their sheath. He washed the tip of his sheath and hand paws under the tap with a dab of hand soap. He rinsed them and dried himself with a bath towel.
 
The coyote dressed himself and went back to the kitchen. Oscar raised his head when James returned. James sat down and returned to his meal. He was grateful that he had gotten his lust out of his system.
 
“James I'm glad that I could talk about my psionic power with you.” said Oscar his bright blue eyes studying his friend. 
 
“It was quite a surprise.” replied the coyote.
 
The pair chatted for quite a while about different topics but thankfully for James the topic of the wolf’s psionic powers didn’t come up. The coyote talked about his life and caught up with Oscar’s other news. The wolf seemed to be moving up in the world and spoke of his new goals. James was pleased that his friend was finding success in his life.
 
For his part James talked about his bad break up with his boyfriend who had just used him as a credit card. He had a hard time finding the right guy. He was lucky the have a straight friend to talk about his relationship problems with. That’s why he liked Oscar he always accepted him for who he was. Now he was asking for the same treatment. To be accepted despite his psionic powers.
 
It was now getting late so the pair decided to get ready for bed. The coyote went back into the guest room and changed out of his street clothes into his pajamas. He brushed he teeth and rinsed his mouth with a glass of water. He was about to turn off the bedroom light when there was a knock on the door.
 
“Are you decent.” came the muffled question from the other side.
 
“Yeah!” James yelled so that he could be heard.
 
“Can I come in?” asked the voice James recognized as Oscar’s.
 
“Sure!” the coyote replied.
 
The handle on the door turned. The door opened and so did James's muzzle when he saw who was in the doorway. He blinked because he just couldn’t believe his eyes. It was Oscar alright but not as he had seen him ever before.
 
The tan and white wolf stood in the doorway. He had on a black leather harness with silvery metal fittings. The harness accented his defined muscles. A strap lead down to his erect knotted cock where it attached to a shining metal cock ring. The cock ring was wrapped around the base of his bulbous knot keeping him hard and needy. He was holding a glass of milk in one of his hand paws. 
 
“I’ve bought you a glass of milk to help you sleep.” said Oscar. He walked into the bedroom and placed the glass of milk on the bedside table. The glass made a gentle thud on the wooden surface.
 
The coyote kept his eyes lowered to the bed spread. The wolf laid down across the end of the bed. The leather of his harness squeaked on the metal fittings as he adjusted his position. He could smell the leather and the tang of male arousal in his friends scent it was quite intoxicating.
 
“You look a little flushed. You should drink your milk like a good boy.” the wolf said.
 
As soon as the wolf said drink. The command registered inside of the coyote’s mind. The wolf’s power flowed through his mind. He took the glass into his hand paw. The glass felt cool in his paw pads. He brought it up to his muzzle. He took a big gulp thankfully it was milk and not something else. Even if it was he would have gulped it down.
 
His face warmed from the excitement of being helpless to fight against the wolf’s psionic power. He took another gulp of the cool milk. His throat convulsed as he swallowed the fluid. He felt his canine ears press flat against his head. His helpless excitement spreading to his groin now. He chanced a glance at the wolf. He was laying across the end of the bed. Despite his relaxed posture his ears were erect atop his head his brilliant blue eyes were watching the coyote intently. Even his tail lashed out from behind him.
 
In contrast he was the picture of submission his tail tucked between his legs and ears tucked in. He took another gulp of the cool milk. The milk may have been cool but the coyote was heating up his penis had come out of its sheath and was threatening to make a bulge in his pajama bottoms. With the next gulp the coyote bought his other hand paw over his groin to cover his excitement. The shame of being fully aroused in front of the wolf adding to the heat in his face. Thankfully he only had one last gulp left of the milk. He swallowed it down and placed the glass back down on the bedside table. The coyote panted in breath greedily from the onslaught of sculling the glass of milk.
 
“James what an obedient coyote you are. You must have been quite thirsty.” said Oscar. His muzzle turned down into a frown. “What’s the matter? Are you embarrassed by my pajamas?” he added.
 
The coyote was flushed with arousal and could hardly look at the wolf let alone answer him. Oscar had a sleek but muscular body. He had defined pecs and washboard abs. It didn’t help matters that his “pajamas” consisted of the tight leather straps of a harness. To top it off his unashamedly hard red rocket of a wolf cock was at full mast locked into a cock ring.
 
“James do you like my body? You can look at me you know.” said Oscar.
 
The coyote felt the psionic power of the wolf flow over his mind once again making him lift his gaze helplessly. James took in the sight of the naked and hard wolf. He did like his body, he wanted to nuzzle into his hard chest, play bite his nipples and run his hand paws over his abs. Not the mention his red length. What really got him hot in his loins was the wolf’s psionic power how he could take control. He couldn’t confess any of it his face burning with shame. The shame of wanting to be controlled by this powerful wolf.
 
The wolf smiled gently. “My friend. I’m being quite forward tonight with an invitation. I want to invite you to my bedroom. I want to use my psionic power to control you. I can tell my power has been making you hot all night. I’m not going to use my power to force you into it because that’s rape and I won’t do that to you or anyone. It’s been my fantasy to use my power in the bedroom on a willing partner for some time. So I’m going to return to my bedroom now. If you want to be my controlled pet for the night the door will be left unlocked. If you don’t want this simply stay here in the guest room tonight and I won’t disturb you again.”
 
Oscar stood up from the bed. He swished his tan and white furred tail seductively and walked to the door. He raised his tail giving James a glimpse of his tail hole before leaving the room. 
 
The coyote was in disbelief. His friend Oscar who up until now he had no idea that he was gay was full on seducing him. Had this just happened? It had to be a wet dream and not real. He panted in lust. Oscar wanted him to be his tamed pet. His body wanted it to. He gave his erection a squeeze in his pajamas. He was undoubtedly hot and hard at the thought. The fear of being controlled was overwhelmed by the heat of his lust. He needed to be with Oscar tonight. 
 
James went outside into the hall. Making sure the wolf wasn't ready to pounce him then and there. He licked his lips at the thought of what Oscar would make him do. His hard canine cock needed attention. He walked down the hallway until he was just outside of Oscar's bedroom door. He took a deep breath in. Should he accept this invitation? The question filled his mind.