The Invitation: Chapter 3
 
By Silver Sheep
 
The coyote James was on his hand paws and knees on the kitchen floor of his friends house. He had just eaten his breakfast of bacon and eggs on toast. The only problem was it had been out of a stainless steel dog bowl placed on the kitchen floor. His muzzle bore the remnants of his breakfast. Toast crumbs and greasy residue clung to his chops. He wasn't allowed to use a knife and fork like a normal fur or even his hand paws. He had to eat his breakfast with only his muzzle down in the bowl like a feral dog.
 
The reason he had to consume his meal this way was because his friend, now lover had ordered him to. It was no normal command that James had the choice to obey or not obey. It was a command backed with a powerful psionic power that he just found out yesterday that his lover had. The psionic power was a force James could not resist. It made him obey any orders that his lover wanted him to obey. The power had another effect it made the coyote quite hot under the collar.
 
James was looking up at his lover Oscar the tan and white wolf who held such power over him. Oscar’s blue eyes held such authority over him now. Oscar was patting James’s head in slow strokes.

In his mind James was conflicted should he give in to this power that lit the fire of lust in his loins? The other option was to head back home like he had planned to do. He was originally planning to stay the night and leave today. The wolf wanted him to stay another night. He could have just ordered him to stay with his power. Instead he was inviting him to stay.
 
“James you should really stay another night.” said Oscar as his tail flicked excitedly behind him.
 
“I only brought one change of clothes with me.” said James. He looked up at the wolf from his position on the floor.
 
“I will let you borrow a set of mine we’re about the same size.” said the wolf.
 
Oscar was right he was just making excuses. “I will stay for another night but just one. I will have to go home eventually.” he said.
 
Oscar’s lips curled into a large grin. “I knew you couldn’t resist my… cooking.” said Oscar as he gently rubbed behind one of the coyote's ears.
 
James couldn’t respond but to let out a gasp. Oscar had found a sensitive spot.
 
“You woofed down your breakfast like a wild ‘yote. It can be good to let that side of you out sometimes.” said Oscar. He pinched the base of the coyote’s right ear gently.
 
The wolf’s gentle touch eased his tension. Oscar had power over him but he didn’t mean him harm. He should just stay another day and stop worrying himself.
 
“Alright James I’ll let you stand up again because you’ve been a good ‘yote.” said Oscar. He returned his hand paw that he was petting James with to his side.
 
As James stood up he felt a prang of desire. He wanted the wolf’s paw to stay. He liked the soft affection. “I’ve got to shower I’m covered in food.” James said.
 
“The shower is in the main bathroom my pet.” said the wolf.
 
Soon James walked into the main bathroom. The room was tiled in white tiles and light shone into the room through frosted glass windows. It was a bright and pleasant bathroom everything gleamed in the natural light. It had a toilet, washbasin with a large mirror and shower with a sliding glass shower door.
 
James shut the bathroom door to give himself some privacy. He slipped off his underwear exposing his sheath and balls. The red flesh of his tapered canine penis was peeking out from his sheath. The breakfast encounter was still affecting him. That wolf had a hotline to his red rocket like a hotline to a missile silo. He had the launch code as well.
 
The coyote admired his reflection in the large mirror above the washbasin. His grey fur around his muzzle was caked in grease and crumbs. He definitely needed a clean. He turned on the water to the shower and waited for the hot water to warm up. As he was waiting he reached down with one of his hand paws and gently squeezed his cock tip. That was another thing he needed to clean. Well… after he made it dirty again.
 
He reached back up and checked the temperature of the water with his hand paw. It was nice and warm now so he stepped in and shut the shower door. First he let the warm water wash over him enjoying the temperature. He ran his hand paws over his muzzle and got it thoroughly wet. He reached around for a bottle of fur shampoo. He found a bottle on a small shelf in the shower. He squeezed out a dollop into the palm pad of his hand paw.
 
As he was lathering up his muzzle his mind returned to Oscar’s bedroom. He remembered when the wolf was making him answer questions about his masturbation habits. He had felt shame for talking about something so taboo. Oscar was quite the sexually adventurous fur he was so at ease talking about such things. In contrast James pretended that he didn’t paw off. The wolf’s psionic power had made him confess to his daily habit.
 
The warm water was soothing his muscles made a little sore from his stint on his hand paws and knees. All except for one between his legs. His cock was hard and standing proud. His body was responding to last night’s memories. His eyes were closed to avoid getting shampoo in them. It didn’t stop him from feeling the water from the shower rain down on the sensitive flesh of his cock. He reached down and groped himself as he rinsed away the soap. He gently stroked himself. His breathing increased the more he pawed.
 
“James.” said a voice.
 
James’s eyes shot open and he turned to see where the voice had come from.
 
“I’m being a naughty wolf.” said the voice that James now recognised as Oscar’s. This was confirmed when James saw the wolf’s silhouette through the glass of the shower door. He couldn't see much more because of the foggy glass. 
 
“I’m so naughty having a perv on my house guest as he showers.” said Oscar. James could see movement but not much else. He slid open the shower door. Oscar was nude. He was openly stroking his wolf meat in full view. James felt much less self conscious that he hadn’t been caught but in fact the one doing the catching.
 
“I’m so dirty and need a hot shower.” Oscar said not even stopping his paw as it stroked away.
 
James bit his bottom lip. The wolf wanted in. There was no denying that they were both worked up and needed some relief. He wordlessly waved the wolf in. Oscar let go of his hard prick as he stepped in. He pulled the shower door shut behind him. The water soon made the wolf wet. He pulled James in close.
 
“I need some help with a hard to reach spot.” Oscar said. He guided one of the coyote’s hand paws down to his hot hard wolf cock.
 
“Sure.” said James dumbly. He pumped his hand paw over the wolf’s cock. There was no psionic order this time only two men giving each other a helping paw. The wolf’s paw was now being helpful itself. Oscar shuddered as the rubbery palm pad of Oscar’s paw stroked across his sensitive erection. It was much better than his own he didn’t know what to expect from it.
 
Both males were groping and stroking each other. The mornings sexy scenario had gotten them both quite excited. They didn’t need much encouragement to explore each other’s bodies. Oscar squeezed his counterparts knot making him gasp. He took this opportunity to probe his flexible tongue into the coyote’s open maw.
 
James sucked on the tongue slurping at the pink appendage. A moan passed between them each pumping away at the other's canine cock. Oscar’s muzzle crushed into James’s. Even without using his psionic power the wolf took the more dominant role. He pressed the grey coyote into the shower wall pinning him with his free hand paw.
 
Oscar stroked his lover in earnest he wanted to make him cream first. His efforts were paying dividends. James slowed his own stroking efforts as the sensations from the wolf’s hand paw distracted him. The heat of the mornings games was catching up to the coyote. He was panting hard soon he would give in to the wolf’s paw. He wanted it. He bucked his hips into Oscar’s grip.
 
James felt his kissing partner's mouth turning into into a grin. Oscar knew he had shown the coyote who was in charge even without his power. James pulled his mouth away as he let out a cry. Hot coyote seed pulsed into the wolf’s palm pad. James was rendered helpless by his release going stiff as he came. It was much better to have another's paw stroke him to completion.
 
A few moments later James had recovered somewhat from his orgasm so he redouble his efforts on the wolf. Seeing his coyote cream forced heat down the the wolf’s needy cock. It was so hot feeling his coyote’s cream surge into his waiting paw. He was allowed to enjoy his own release now. He felt that he was getting close. That’s it. A few more tugs. Hot wolf seed erupted out from his shaft. Spurting ropes of his creamy release into James’s paw.
 
James hugged his wolf lover tight as the water from the shower kept raining down on them. Oscar was relaxing in the coyote’s hug. Soon he too had recovered and he had set about cleaning himself up. James cleared this new mess off himself in the water. The pair helped each other lather up and rinse off. Just before the water got cold Oscar turned off the shower.
 
The water flow stopped. James was about to open the shower door when the wolf put a hand paw on his shoulder. James turned to Oscar to see that the wolf had a grin on his muzzle. The coyote raised his eyebrow in response. 
 
“Check this out.” said Oscar as he pulled a chromed metal switch to the side.
 
James heard a whirring sound from above him and looked up. Air blasted out of a large vent in the ceiling with force. Soon the air warmed up it was like a giant fur dryer. In fact that’s what it was. The hot air was drying their fur. Oscar had raised his arms into the air to let the dryer dry his wet limbs. James took the hint and mirrored his actions.
 
The pair drying their fur turned around as more of their fur was dried. James was quite impressed with Oscar’s bathroom appliance because drying this way was much faster than with towels. Feeling much drier Oscar flicked the switch off and the noisy dryer spun down. James opened the shower door stepped out into the bathroom proper. He was joined by Oscar who was wagging his tail.
 
“What a mod-con you have. It must save time and laundry work with towels.” said James.
 
“It cost a lot but with my job at the PMC is quite well paying. I’m going up in the world my friend.” Oscar said.
 
James wanted to ask Oscar more about his new job. He was quite curious about what the wolf got up to at the Psionic Monitoring and Control department but Oscar was walking away back to his room. He had to talk about it later. James picked up his underwear from the floor. He had been only wearing if for a short time so he figured it would still be clean. He stepped out into the hallway.
 
Oscar was waiting for him just outside his bedroom. “James I told you I would let you borrow a set of my clothes. Come in. I have just the perfect outfit.” the wolf said.
 
James nodded and walked up the hallway and followed the wolf into his room. Oscar was already taking clothes out of his wardrobe and dresser. He placed them on the bed until he had a full outfit. He turned to James and gave him a somewhat mischievous look. His grin turned into a more predatory look. Despite himself James gulped.
 
“Put those undies down and put on the clothes that I’ve laid out for you.” Oscar ordered.
 
James felt the psionic power flow into his mind. He tossed his underwear on the floor. He knew he couldn’t fight it so he obeyed Oscar’s order. The coyote reached down and picked up a tiny mesh tee shirt. It looked like something you would go clubbing in not wear around the house. He slid it over his muzzle and head. It took effort to pull it down and he was dismayed to find it stopped at his midriff. It was skin tight and barely fit him.
 
He pulled out a pair of underwear thankfully they were more conservative. He pulled them up and slid his tail through the tail strap in the back. The pants fit well it seemed until he pulled them up. They barely got up to his hips. The elastic of his underwear came up further than the pants themselves. James took a look at Oscar’s dresser mirror and studied his new look.
 
He looked like a slutty gay twink hitting the town. His tail pressed tightly between his legs. He would never wear something like this. Heat raised to his cheeks as he looked himself over. Oscar was grinning and blew a kiss at James’s reflection. The wolf hugged the coyote and kissed him on the cheek.
 
“Look at this stud.” said Oscar.
 
“I look like I’m going clubbing.” said James.
 
“You're such a shy ‘yote sometimes. You should show off that sexy body more. Now that you’re an obedient pup who wears what I lay out for you.” said Oscar.
 
James felt his ears press flat to his head. Oscar was in control with his psionic power he had to do what he said. It was a different feeling than with the other males he had dated Oscar was just so confident and in charge. It was quite thrilling when he felt the wolf’s power enter his mind. He didn’t want to let the wolf know how much he wanted more. What if he just decided to take total control over him. Despite his fear James felt a desire to experience that level of control at least for a little while. 
 
Oscar dressed himself in a more conservative smart causal number. A pair of blue Jeans and a pinstriped button up shirt was Oscar’s choice for the day. James thought he looked smart.
 
Oscar locked his commanding blue eyes on the coyote. “Let’s go into town and pick up some groceries.” Oscar said.
 
“I-I’ll just stay here and hold down the fort.” stammered James. He wasn't comfortable wearing an outfit so sexy, so openly gay in public.
 
“James I need to you come along because I want to buy you something and I need to see if it fits you.” said Oscar.
 
“I don’t want it to fit like this.” said James as he pulled on his tight mesh shirt. “I’d better come along.” he added.
 
“That’s right. I want it to fit just right.” Oscar said licking his chops. “Like my fat knot into that tail hole of yours.” the wolf added.
 
James looked down at the ground. He wasn’t used to such comments. Oscar grabbed his wallet from the bedside table. The table still had the red and white candles on it from their first night together. James turned to leave to get his wallet from the guest room.
 
“Where are you going?” asked Oscar.
 
“I’m just going to grab my wallet.” answered the coyote.
 
“No. I’m not your ex I'm going to buy you something...” said Oscar licking his chops. “...and besides pets don’t need to worry about such things.” he added.
 
James nodded. It cursed a thrill to tingle up and down his spine being called a pet. The coyote wasn’t too sure he liked this pet stuff. Eating his breakfast out a dog dish on the kitchen floor was quite degrading. What had got him hot and hard was the wolf’s power keeping there and making him obey. Oscar seemed to love this pet stuff.
 
James had a few questions on his mind. How long had Oscar planned to make a move on me? He had a dog bowl in his house so had he done this kind of thing with another? Surely he didn't buy a dog bowl just for me? This wolf knew what he wanted did he really want me so badly to go to all this effort? 
 
The pair headed outside. The sky was blue and the sun was shining outside. The sycamore trees provided shade on the footpath as they walked towards the bus stop that would take them into town. James was quite self conscious in his skimpy outfit even more so when Oscar brushed the exposed fur on his back above his tail. He never was so open with his sexuality in public.
 
He didn’t even know that Oscar was gay let alone fancied him until last night. They arrived at the bus stop and stood waiting for a couple of minutes. The bus arrived and Oscar flagged it down. The door opened and they climbed aboard. Oscar paid for the bus fair. They both took a seat. It didn’t take long to get into town.
 
As the pair left the bus Oscar tugged on James’s hand paw. The wolf knew where he wanted to go it seemed. James followed along behind Oscar as they walked down a street. The coyote gulped when they reached their destination. It was a pet store. The pet store sold pets the more wilder ancestors of furry kind. James walked in behind Oscar his tail was tightly pressed between his legs and he ears pressed flat to his head. The coyote knew whatever Oscar wanted to buy here it was intended for him.
 
Oscar turned to James and said “Is something the matter you’ve gone all quiet.”
 
“I’m not a pet. I-I’m not sure why we’re here.” said James.
 
“You’re right you're not a pet yet. A pet needs a something extra.” said Oscar. He wasn't looking at James as he was looking for something in the store. “Here we are. A pet needs a collar.” he added. Oscar had stopped in front of a display of dog collars.
 
James looked around he felt like he was being watched. He turned back to Oscar he seemed entranced by the display of collars. He was running a hand paw over them. He was draw to the ones for larger dogs. James knew why the wolf was checking the sizes. He was seeing if he could find one large enough to fit him.
 
The wolf picked out a collar it was a black neoprene collar reinforced by nylon webbing. It had a quick release buckle and a stainless steel D-ring. According to the product tag it also featured reflective piping that would shine at night if a car's headlights shone on it. Oscar caressed it in his hand paw.
 
The wolf turned to James. “This is the one. Now be a good ‘yote while I help you try it on.” Oscar said.
 
The psionic order kept James still as much as he wanted to look around to see if anyone in the store was watching him. His breathing increased as Oscar wrapped it around his neck. The wolf clipped the buckle shut. The loud snap of the connector seemed much louder then it was in reality to the coyote because he wanted to be invisible.
 
The collar fit and wasn't too tight. Oscar slowly traced around the outside of the collar with a paw pad of one of his fingers. He gave the D-ring a light tug between two fingers. The wolf stared with such intensity at James it made him shudder. He brought his other paw up to stoke the coyote's muzzle in gentle soothing strokes.
 
“Yes. This is what I need to take control.” Oscar whispered to himself.
 
James had a sinking feeling that he had dug to greedily and too deep. An instinct of terror like a trap being spring. They were interrupted by a voice.
 
“Can I help you?” said the voice. Both furs turned in the direction of the sound. It was the store clerk a male badger. The badger wore an expression of utter confusion.
 
“Yes, my pet needs a leash to go with his collar. There’s no need to feel uncomfortable everything is normal and under control. I’m just a customer who needs a paw picking out a new leash. You just love helping customers it even puts you into a nice light trance.” Oscar said in a calm even voice. It was like he was talking to a fur having a panic attack such a calm soothing tone.
 
James’s eyes narrowed. Was the wolf using his power? He turned back to the clerk. The clerk’s expression softened and went a little droopy.
 
“The leash display is this way.” the badger said in a monotone he slowly lifted his hand paw to point to the display. He shuffled slowly to the spot on the wall that had different leashes hanging up on hooks.
 
“What are you doing to him?” asked James in a harsh whisper.
 
Oscar just put a finger to his lips to hush the coyote. He was wearing a broad grin.
 
The pair walked over to where the badger was standing. James felt tense he didn't know what the wolf had planned. Oscar wagged his tail and his ears pointed up as he walked towards the badger. It didn’t help his nerves seeing Oscar in such a relaxed posture. What was he going to do to the sales clerk? 
 
“You’re being so helpful. Retail work can be so soul crushing sometimes. A kind word can help so much. My kind words are flowing into your mind right now. They are replacing your thoughts with my words or are they your own thoughts after all? I think my words are your thoughts and you wouldn’t question your own thoughts right?” Oscar said to the badger.
 
“N-no.” the badger said after a long pause.
 
“That’s so good that you agree. In fact it is making you a little hot. Yes, being such a helpful worker just turns you on. You're allowed to get a hard on. It’s OK to get hard there is no shame only pleasure. Let yourself get all hot and feel your erection grow.” said Oscar to the store clerk.
 
James saw a bulge grow in the badger’s trousers. Oscar’s commands must be working. The wolf was in control of this guy’s cock. James looked around hoping no one else was in the store. They were the only furs there. That only eased the coyote’s tension briefly because anyone could still just walk in at anytime.
 
“That's so good that you’re nice and hard. No shame only pleasure. Do you know what? You’re feeling so good that if you were to ejaculate all over yourself you wouldn’t mind at all. So what? It’s just a little cream and no one will care especially not you. You have permission to cream your pants the next time I say cum. You can just enjoy the feeling of blowing your load. No shame only pleasure.” Oscar said to the badger.
 
“No shame only pleasure.” said the badger slowly.
 
“I’m about to give you some pleasant instructions my friend. After I give you your reward you will go back to the counter and stay there knowing that you helped some customers with their purchase. After you ring up our sale you will let the memory of our encounter slip out of your mind like sand in a hour glass. Do you understand my friend?” asked Oscar.
 
After a few moments the badger answered “Yes.”
 
“It’s time for your reward.” said Oscar. He pulled in closely to the badger. “Cum.” he whispered into the badger’s ear.
 
James's eyes open wide as he saw the sales clerk buck his hips in the air as he blew his load in his pants. The badger let out a moan of pleasure and after a few moments walked back to the counter at the other side of the store. He stood at the cash register seemingly obvious to the fact that he had creamed his pants.
 
Oscar turned towards James his eyes looked hungrily at him as he looked the coyote up and down. “I picked your collar. I will let you pick out your leash.” the wolf said.
 
It hit Oscar that he was in deep. This wolf had such power he could just take total control and shape a fur’s mind on a whim. He trembled unable to move. Despite his fear his cock was rock hard. A bulge in his pants betraying his lusty feelings.
 
Oscar’s eyes looked down at the budge in the coyote’s pants. “Someone likes his collar.” the wolf said as he slowly licked his chops.
 
James grabbed a random leash from the display and handed it to the wolf.
 
“That’s a good pup.” said Oscar. He reached up and undid the buckle on the coyote’s collar and slowly took it off. “I still have to pay for it my pet. You will have plenty of time to wear it when we get back home.” the wolf added.
 
The pair went over to the badger sales clerk who appeared to be back to normal. James knew better he knew the badger was still under the wolf’s influence. Oscar paid with cash and took the shopping bag from the counter with the two items inside. James and Oscar walked out into the sunny weather. The pair headed towards the supermarket now.
 
James was lost in thought. Should he run from this wolf before it was too late? He was letting him choose for now but he had a sinking feeling if that collar went back on again that was the end of his choices. The wolf had a master plan. He must have been after him for awhile. Sure that psionic power pushed his buttons but did he want to be a pet?
 
The coyote was jostled from his thoughts by the wolf’s firm grip. They were in an empty aisle of the local supermarket. Oscar had grabbed James by the arms from behind and had pulled him close. Oscar’s hot breath tickled one of James’s ears.
 
“I’ve got to take your tail hole when we get home. Seeing you in that collar has turned me on like you wouldn't believe.” He breathed huskily into one of James’s ears.
 
James felt Oscar’s erection press into his rump. James was the one working up Oscar for a change. Perhaps he was just being shy about this pet stuff. It was a kink that Oscar had that he could just play along with. The coyote made up his mind he would spend the night with the wolf and if that involved a bit of this pet stuff he could handle it.