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Picking up women at a bar was about as easy as navigating a minefield with a blindfold on.

No matter what kind of line you came up with, it was likely that she'd heard it before, and if she was around a group of her friends, there was no way for you to get a word in, edgewise. You were seen as an outsider, and likely weren't welcome. Even if you were, you might appear nervous, and that was never a good thing, as nerves were far less attractive than confidence.

Plenty of men knew the plights of the nightclub scene for that very reason, and unfortunately, Lance made one more mistake in his quest to take a female home from the bar.

"W-whaddaya mean I smell like booze?"

Another female was already moving down the bar, away from his particular stool as he took another sip of his drink. There was a foolish, and perhaps somewhat true ideology that having a drink or two would help to loosen you up, so you might be more confident and feel a little less nervous when you approached someone knew.

The crux of this, of course, was that you had to stick to one or two drinks, and Lance had clearly failed in that endeavor.

"Swear...all of these girls are so damned stuck up, I'm never gonna find anyone to come home with me," Lance muttered across the bar, to a bartender who had heard such a story before. He was getting tempted to cut the timber wolf off, but in truth, Lance wasn't all that drunk; he was just stumbling over his words that evening.

Anyone who knew Lance would be shocked by it, as the green-eyed timber wolf wasn't the type to be intimidated by women, or anyone, for that matter. Rippling with muscles from head to toe, Lance was the type of canine who was lucky enough to pick and choose the partners he took to bed, but his shtick was getting a little bit old. He was a remnant of the 'broski' generation, and anymore, his muscles, looks and height weren't quite enough to get women past the fact that he didn't have the best personality for a relationship. He was rarely looking for more than a one night stand, anyway, but thanks to the rise of a number of different hook-up apps on smart phones, Lance felt like he was an endangered species.

Worse still, he was in the middle of a terrible dry spell, and he found himself lowering his standards as he got more and more desperate. He was sure that if he just gathered himself, regained his composure and had another drink, he could turn his night around, but it wasn't likely to happen, as the bartender went off to deal with other customers.

All dried up and no one to get me a drink, Lance thought. His pawtips clenched around what might be his final drink of the night, as he watched the bar moving forward without him, a subtle nod to the fact that he might be a relic of a time gone by. As often as he'd been striking out lately, he was even considering finding a new bar to call his home base, something that he never fathomed during his heyday in college.

"I don't know how anyone could be in such an upbeat bar and look even half as depressed as you do right, now, fella."

The voice that caused one of Lance's ears to perk wasn't, in fact, the voice of a woman. It was that of a male, who was able to rather easily sneak up on the timber wolf, thanks to the excessive noise that filled the dance floor behind them.

"Not interested, pal," Lance quickly shot the voice down, before it even had a chance to offer company or ask a question.

"Interested in what?" the man asked, as he stepped forth and took the empty bar stool next to Lance. "I don't remember telling you that I wanted anything."

Lance sighed and lifted his drink to his lips. He took a long, arrogant sip, as if he was already trying to dismiss the company next to him, but sure enough, the man was still sitting next to him, and finally, Lance decided to set his glass down and turn his head. Sitting upon the bar stool beside him was a border collie, wearing the typical black and white coat of fur that one might expect of his species, all tucked neatly under a polo t-shirt and a pair of slimming jeans. Middling length hair of black was tussled over the calming, blue spheres of his eyes, and his lips were curled up into a grin, one that Lance couldn't understand, and didn't try to.

"I...uh. Sorry," Lance replied, stumbling over his own words and thoughts. "Usually, when a guy comes up and talks to me at a bar, he's trying to get me in the sack or something."

"Just looked like you could use a little company...striking out?" the border collie asked, as he waved down a pair of pawtips at the bartender. Despite his immediate distaste, Lance was quick to appreciate the new male, as the bartender quickly approached with a pair of cocktails, as if he had a previous rapport with the skinnier canine. "I know that feeling. I haven't been able to land one all night."

Sharing a lonely drink was often better than drinking alone, and though Lance wasn't familiar with the concept of drinking with company, he was sure to warm up to it, if it came with free booze. "I guess the girls in this town are just over guys like me. I feel like I used to be able to pick and choose when I came out, y'know? These days, I'm lucky if I can even get a handy in the parking lot."

The border collie was pleasantly surprised with just how quick Lance was to open up to him. If a simple drink was all it took, his evening might be that much more entertaining than he'd hoped. "Well, college was a long time ago," he agreed, "Though I'm sure you had even better luck back then than I did."

"Pffft, right. You're that skinny, long-haired kinda guy that all of the girls think is so dark and dangerous...I'm sure that a guy like you tore through pussy like Sanders through an NFL defense."

Such a simile was lost on the slimmer canine, who raised a brow at the comment, but chuckled at the thought all the same, as if he understood it. "Yeah...t-that wasn't exactly the issue that I had in college, really."

"Couldn't get it up?"

"No, that wasn't the problem either. Mine was a bit more unique, but I still got mine whenever I could."

Lance was already nearing the bottom of the drink that the stranger had purchased for him, and was tempted to get up and out of his seat, thinking that the gravy train would run out shortly thereafter. "Well...here's to the end of the good, ol' days," Lance toasted, as he lifted his glass to the border collie and finished what little, sweet mixture of bourbon and coke was left within. "Was great to meet you, pal."

"Jake is the name," he replied, as he waved down to the bartender again, "And I figure if we can't get what we're gonna strike out, we might as well go down swinging."

The firm, toned backside of the timber wolf stayed planted on the bar stool after all when he saw the bartender returning. "Name's Lance...and you've got some awfully deep pockets, Jake. Drinks aren't cheap at this place," Lance pointed out, actually feeling the slightest bit guilty for accepting such generosity. "Don't break your bank just to hang out with me, dude."

Jake snickered and shook his head as the bartender dropped a cherry on the top of each cocktail and placed them on the bar again, as the border collie threw down a few more bills. "I've got money for days, my new friend. If all it takes is a drink to keep you around, I guess that's just the cost of doing business."

"T...the cost of what?" Lance asked, as he took the second glass offered to him and wrapped his paws around it. His brow raised as he looked over the grinning border collie, noticing that Jake's eyes had never moved from his face. "What...what's the big idea here, Jake? I thought you said you weren't gay!"

"I just said I was keeping you company, Lance. I never said I wasn't gay," Jake reminded him. Lance wasn't the brightest bulb in the box by any measure, and Lance was the kind of sneaky, manipulative canine who could easily trick another male into hanging around for a bit, if he actually wanted to keep their company.

He felt a bit shallow for being so easily drawn into the tight, form-fitting clothes that made Lance look like such a thick, powerful wolf, but if Jake had his way, that same wolf wasn't going anywhere tonight, unless it was with him.

"L-look, man. The drinks were nice and all, but I'm not into dudes, okay? I appreciate the booze, but I've really gotta get back out there and find the right girl for the evening."

"You don't really feel like getting shot down again, do you?" Jake asked. His eyes were so kind and gentle at the start, but Lance couldn't help noticing as they sharpened and focused on him, as if he were more of a target than a drinking buddy. "There's gotta be something better you could do with your evening than letting girls trample all over you while you offer them drinks for sex, don't you think?"

Strong of body, but slightly weak of mind, Lance was the type to be easily manipulated, and something in the way that Jake gazed upon him was keeping his rear end firmly planted on the bar stool, even a slight tingling in his footpaws was telling him to walk away while he still could. "That's my cost of doing business," Lance suggested, "And I get shot down a few more times, it'll all be worth it if I take one of them into the sack with me."

"They're over you, Lance. You're getting into a duel with an empty chamber every time you approach one of them...taking you to bed would be a mercy-killing, at this point. I would take good care of you, though..."

The words were powerful, no doubt, but it was the eyes on the border collie that were so controlling. Lance felt that he might actually be getting hypnotized as the eager canine leaned closer in and rested his paw along the thick, rigid muscle of Lance's forearm.

It was an electrifying touch; one that was equally exciting, and uncomfortable for the timber wolf, who spent his entire life believing he was staunchly straight. Whether he was just being enticed, or if he was discovering that he might actually be bisexual, he wasn't properly sure, but he knew that the alcohol wasn't to blame. There was something about Jake, and the very way that the border collie carried his aura...something simply enchanting about him that made Lance curious, if nothing else, and nothing more.

"Jake, d-dude...I'm not into this, seriously. And you're spending way too much money on me," Lance reiterated, who was just looking for an excuse to escape the moment, now. The truth was that he was starting to get interested in the border collie, and his predisposition to believe that he was straight, and only straight, was keeping him from giving Jake any further play. "I think I'm just gonna go home for the night."

"You sure do seem to like the drinks, though."

Jake kept his cool, and oddly enough, Lance found himself sympathizing with the border collie, knowing that he was having his own struggles with picking someone up at the bar. "W-well, yeah. Of course I do."

"If it'll make you feel better about the cost, I've got plenty of booze back at my place. You can get drunk without the pressure of hitting on chicks, there."

It wasn't the kind of offer that Lance was looking for, but every single time that he made eye contact with Jake, he had to shake his head to try and rid himself of the feeling that he might be slightly aroused by the presence of the other male. "I...I...sure. Just don't slip anything into my drinks, okay?"

"I would dream of it," Jake replied, as he tried to keep the grin on his muzzle from growing suspiciously wide. "You seem like a straight bourbon kinda guy, anyway."

Thick as Lance could be sometimes, the pun in Jake's words wasn't lost on him, as he and the border collie stood up and headed for the exit of the bar. Jake was taking confidently large steps as his tail swayed...but Lance, despite his usually alpha demeanor, was timidly following behind, complete unsure of himself at the moment.

**

It was convenient that Jake lived right downtown.

The walk was a very brief one; one that was filled with awkward small talk, as Lance tried to reconcile with the confusion in his mind. He was sure that he was straight, even then, leading him to wonder if it was actually allure, or desperation that was leading him back to the downtown loft of another male.

Clearly, it wasn't the kind of visit that Lance was used to having with other males, where drinks were passed, snacks were eaten in droves, and video games were played until the early hours of the morning.

"How can you afford a place in this building?" Lance finally asked, as he rode up an elevator with Jake, inside of a downtown skyscraper. It was the kind of sophisticated, alien looking building that Lance had only ever walked past, always feeling as though someone had to be a millionaire to ever set paw inside of it. "Isn't the rent in here astronomically high?"

"The rent is a bit pricey, yes," Jake replied, sounding almost arrogant in his response. "But I make pretty good money. I design software for a number of different companies downtown, and they prefer me to be close by in case they need me to actually come in, so this place seemed like the right one for me to live in."

The elevator doors opened up to a very small hallway. Only a few doors were present, signifying that each one passed into a rather large, viable space.

"And, for what it's worth, I do like living with a bit of...well, let's call it excess," Jake admitted, as he reached for the handle of the plain, gray door. The fixture was silver, with a small keypad. Jake punched in a code, and then held his paw firmly around the handle; it was actually processing his prints, before it would actually click open.

Impressive as that feature was, it paled in comparison to the incredible view on the other side. A two story loft with a view looking out over the bright lights of the city was just on the other side of a plain door, and the entire inside was decorated with the finest of materials. Speckled granite counter tops and dark, mahogany cabinets decorated a kitchen that looked to be pulled straight from a mansion, and to the right, a large mudroom was present, one that Lance figured had never been used before. Down the stairs in front, there was a common, gathering area next to the window, which took up the entire bordering wall of the room, and created a view that could never be replicated. Underneath the stairs were the actual bedrooms, hidden under the protective guise of the floor above, and kept out of view from the front door, adding an extra layer of security, one that felt entirely unnecessary.

Lance was beginning to wonder if he'd been sucked into some kind of secret government project, as he followed Jake down the stairs, into the commons. Even the chairs were painfully modern, decorated with black leather and intricate, steel designs that looked impractical, and yet, were entirely comfortable and functional. They sat around a large ottoman, one that was delightfully soft on Lance's footpaws, as he kicked them up.

"Seems that you're taking quickly to the downtown lifestyle," Jake commented, as he walked over to the brick wall on the far side of the room. A large TV was mounted into the wall, with an entertainment center beneath it, and a small server just to the right, already decorated with different bottles, as if Jake had been expecting this outcome. "Ready for that drink, then?"

Still just the littlest bit nervous that he couldn't trust Jake, Lance watched and made sure that the border collie poured himself something from the same bottle before he nodded. "Sure...I'll have whatever you're having," he replied, knowing that it would be foolish to try and seemed versed in whatever scotch was actually on the server.

In fact, it was an 18 year old Glen Scotia, a favorite brand of the border collie, who poured a second glass and carried them over to the ottoman. "An excellent choice, Lance...if you've never tried it before, I'm sure you'll find it to be sublime."

It was even better than that, as Lance casually took a sip from the small, rounded glass that was offered to him. The scent was floral and fruity, without being too sweet, and upon his tongue, it left the faintest hints of spice and pepper, before giving a smooth, tingly finish down his throat. At the very least, it was superb.

"Wow...w-where do you find stuff like this?" Lance asked, not even trying to play the role of a connoisseur.

"You have to walk past the malt liquor section," Jake teased, as he actually nosed his glass before taking a dainty sip. "Sorry, Lance. I know I shouldn't stereotype you like that...I'm just very used to jocks having very simple tastes, which isn't quite a bad thing. I just find that scotch, much like myself, is out of their range of interests. It's quite a shame."

Lance raised a brow as he took another large sip of his drink, more than most people would from such an expensive bottle. "That's a bit of a simplistic view, isn't it? Besides, jocks can be into nerdy little guys, too!"

"Oh? So you are starting to warm up to me," Jake replied, his grin unwavering as he took another quiet sip from his glass, before setting it on the ottoman.

"N...No, I mean, I didn't say that exactly," Lance tried to defend his statement, feeling a little dumbfounded. He was caught in the treacherous webs of Jake's clever wordplay, and thanks to his easily twisted mind, Lance couldn't find his way out of it: the more that he struggled, the more entangled he became.

"Sounds like you've had these feelings before, Lance. I understand that they can be a little bit confusing," Jake admitted. "After all, I had to go through them for a first time when I discovered that I was gay, and that's not to say that you are...you might not even be bisexual, really. You might just be into me."

It wasn't the words that were truly having such a strong effect on Lance. It was that powerful, domineering gaze from Jake that kept the timber wolf sliding down a slippery, dangerous slope, as if the soft, blue eyes of the border collie really could control his mind.

Whatever the case was, he hardly felt in control of his own body when he set his drink down and cleared his throat, albeit nervously.

"...Can we try it? J-just to see if I'd be into it, y'know. I'm not gay or anything."

The mind control trick was working to perfection for Jake, who chuckled playfully at Lance. "You don't need to defend your sexuality to me, Lance. It's just a fling, after all...mind coming with me to the bedroom?"

Thick, muscular legs moved, but Lance was sure that his mind didn't tell them to. Footpaws shook and trembled with nerves as they walked across a carpet that was almost too soft to be real, and eyes trained on alluring, slim border collie in front of him, as the walked under the stairs and into a hidden hallway, one that opened into a bedroom that would look just as fitting in the future as it did right then.

All of the furniture was black, and most of it, styled to a point of modernity that was a bit much. Intricate, waving patterns were cut in to all of the wooden features, giving the room a visible texture that could be felt without a touch. The bedspread was simply too perfect, making it look uncomfortable, but the gray sheets and comforter were beyond plush, as Lance brushed a paw along them. Cabinets of matching black were built into the wall above the bed, and from the headboard, it appeared that small hooks were displayed...they could have been decoration, but in the moment, Lance wasn't quite sure of anything.

"Do try to relax, Lance. I'm sure that'll make it all much more comfortable for you," Jake pointed out, as the border collie quickly shrugged away his polo t-shirt and slipped his paws along the waistline of his jeans. "Especially when you come over and taste your first cock..."

The words were truly just a statement, but in Lance's mind, they felt like a suggestion that had been implanted. "G-good idea," he stammered, still not quite sure this all felt so easy for him to embrace, when he was so nervous about it before. He couldn't have fully known that he was being hypnotized, even if he had an inkling of the fact when he began to lower himself to the floor.

As long as those soft, delicate eyes of blue were upon him, Lance felt as though he was acting in accordance with exactly what Jake wanted, rather than of his own motivation. He was sure that the border collie would have unzipped his own jeans, but for some reason, Lance took the initiative and gripped the zipper in a paw, before pulling it down; he didn't even have to look, and couldn't have if he wanted to, as he felt the warmth of Jake's sheath against his cheek. The border collie kept himself very clean, and the mild, soapy fragrance of his body wash settled in Lance's nostrils as the timber wolf slipped his tongue along the side of the lightly furred opening.

Just as he'd expect, he watched the tapered, bright red tip of the border collie's manhood emerging at his subtle touch, and he was fascinated by the sight of it, even if it was the kind of thing that he saw every time he got an erection, himself. "Go on, Lance. Taste it, and I'm sure you'll find it to your liking...doesn't matter if you're gay or not," he suggested, even if he knew his hypnosis had a hand in all of this.

Either way, Lance was quick to comply. Whether it was the mind control, or his own latent curiosity, he wrapped the long, flat muscle of his tongue around the growing length and began to slurp all around the shaft, as if he was properly grooming it. No part of Jake's flesh was spared, as Lance began sliding the flat of his tongue along the underside, all the way down, until he reached the base of the throbbing length. Precum began dripping from the very tip and spilling on Lance's ear as he brushed his cheek affectionately along the warm, pulsing rod...

...And suddenly, the mild hypnosis was a thing of the past.

Lance felt his own cock threatening to burst free from his sheath as his eyes went wide. Each drop of precum that spilled upon his fur and sunk into his flesh spurred him on that much further, and even if he was fully aware of the tricks that Jake employed, he'd no longer be able to fight them. An arousal so great that it bordered on painful ran through the timber wolf, and what started as a curious touch of the tongue quickly escalated into a full, swallowing gulp around the tip of the flesh, as Lance tried to work his way down.

Inexperience lost out to lust, and Jake watched with delight as Lance tried desperately to lower his muzzle onto the shaft, even if he was having trouble with it. "My g-goodness...for a straight jock, you sure d-do seem to love giving blowjobs!" Jake taunted his new partner, knowing full well what kind of effect his precum would have. It was a powerful aphrodisiac, one that he kept a secret, so that he could see the sudden change in pace; it was a thrill that was without equal, and it was already turning Lance into a cock-hungry beast.

Easily, Lance could have praised the slim border collie, who was revealing himself to be quite the dominant party, but actions spoke much louder, and Lance was nearly gagging himself on the long, impressive length to try and stuff more of it into his throat. He had no proper technique, but the effort alone left Jake to swim in the sensations of Lance's throat swallowing and gulping at random around the very tip of his cock, something that would have drawn an orgasm out of the border collie, if he wasn't careful...and there was still too much left for Lance to experience.

Regretfully, Jake knew that he couldn't cum yet, as he gripped the timber wolf by the throat. "E-easy, easy there, boy! You're a good little cock sucker...but you still need to have a life-changing experience, don't you?" he asked, and as his eyes narrowed on Lance's own, the timber wolf was nearly a slave to his commands. Even if he'd never been taken before, his body immediately knew to climb up into the bed. They were both canines, so it was only fitting that Lance was scrambling out of his clothes and tossing them in a trail to the bed before he took on a fully hunched over pose, kneeling on all fours and lifting his tail the moment that his boxers were out of the way.

Jake sighed quietly and chuckled, wishing that he could have slowed Lance down to enjoy the sight of the timber wolf stripping, but he wasn't going to complain about the sight of his tight, eager pucker being so easily and readily exposed. "Is that how straight guys say 'hello?'" Jake asked, snickering quietly as he pulled down the hooks on the two bedposts by the foot of the bed. Ropes emerged from the hidden compartments, and Jake was quick to tie Lance's legs up, so that the timber wolf couldn't try and run if the hypnosis happened to wear off. He was still controlled enough, however, to hold his legs entirely still as Jake patiently worked; the border collie was overwhelmed with lust, and couldn't wait to take the anal virginity of such a large, masculine male...the physical pleasure would be immense, but it was the mental thrill of taking him down a peg that would make the moment truly legendary for Jake...one that he'd never forget.

Lance squeaked as he felt his legs being pulled taut by the ropes, but his tail began to wag eagerly as he looked back over his shoulder, and again, Jake gazed into his eyes, extending his influence just a little bit longer as the border collie climbed up onto the bed behind him. He didn't treat Lance's first time with another man as a special or sacred occasion; rather, he slapped his paw against the firm, muscular backside of the timber wolf with a loud, painful SWAT, and gripped the trapped canine by the base of his tail, yanking upward on it, even though it was already out of the way.

The first touch wasn't a poke, or a stroke, but a powerful jab, and Lance yelped out as he felt the dripping tip of Jake's cock penetrating his tailhole forcefully. It was unceremonious, the way that Jake took the hypnotized wolf, but even so, a subtle, quiet moan of delight slipped past Lance's muzzle as Jake began to press deeper into the once virgin tailhole, stuffing half of his length in, despite the resistance that he felt.

Keeping an ear perked to the sounds, Jake bared his fangs and pushed that much harder. "Are you enjoying this, you little slut?" he asked, his grin wide and devious as his hips pulled back slowly, but then, the pace started, and he pumped his body into the larger canine. Jake's insides did their best to adjust and accommodate on the fly, but it was a mighty struggle for the timber wolf, who could only move his legs just slightly. He slumped forward over his arms as he felt Jake tugging harshly on his tail, and he cried out in what should have been pain, but ended up as a twisted, hypnotized pleasure that he was quickly becoming addicted to.

The presence of more slick, endorphin-bringing precum inside of Lance kept him on a string for Jake, who could feel his juices spilling inside of the wolf. Tight, inexperienced inner muscles squeezed and milked at the invading flesh, providing a pleasure for Jake that he couldn't find in a more experienced partner...one that he simply adored Lance for. "I n-never...I never knew," Lance panted, as he gripped the neat bedspread. His claws were digging into it as he nuzzled his cheek against the delicate, soft fabric, trying in vain to adjust to the sensation of having his asshole so skillfully pleasured.

Gaining depth as Lance began to gape around his cock, Jake licked his lips and spit down on his member, keeping it as lubricated as he could so that his pace wouldn't break the poor wolf beneath him. He was sure that Lance could take it, given their differing sizes, but he wasn't sure how much longer he could handle the sensations, as a familiar tickle began building up in his tummy.

He didn't want to climax that quickly...he wanted to hold out, but this time, it was Lance who struck with a bit of hypnosis, as the lustful, desperate gaze that he shot back at Jake was just the kind of look that the border collie fantasized about, in his private moment. A furrowed, worried brow over eyes that were simply brimming with sexual desire, and a gaping, panting muzzle that was nearly drooling from hanging open greeted Jake, and he winced his eyes shut tight as his paws wrapped around the hips of the wolf.

Half standing, Jake squatted to just the right angle and hammered his cock into the controlled wolf, pumping his hips as rapidly as he could manage at the angle. A wet, sticky schlick carried along with each and every thrust as Lance began to back his body up into Jake, and as awkward as the motion was, it gave Jake's moves an even greater depth...one that he couldn't possibly take any longer.

"F-fuck, Lance! You're such a good little bitch...r-ready for your load, straight boy?"

The insults never even phased Lance, who nodded eagerly as his tongue lolled out of the side of his muzzle. "Yes! Yes, please! F-fill my ass, Jake! Fuck me... fill me deep!"

Lance hadn't even finished begging when Jake felt his sack contract, and the full, swollen orbs within began to empty. A rushing burst of cum sprayed across the inside of Lance's passage, and before it even had a chance to settle, a second string of ejaculate spilled over it, until Lance could feel it creeping up along his inner muscles. He was shocked that there could be so much, and it was only in hindsight that he realized how lucky he was that Jake's knot never quite made it inside; he was afraid it might have actually torn him.

"Next time, I'll f-fucking drown you in it," Jake threatened, as his hips slowed. His thrusts were deep, but spaced far apart as the spasm of pleasure in his crotch dictated his movements. Each throb of his manhood spilled a little more thick, sticky juice inside of Lance, who would be a proper slave to Jake in the coming hours, thanks to the sheer volume that was now dripping out of his gaping asshole.

Of course, Lance didn't know that the cum that was spilling over the back of his sack acted as a concentrated version of the aphrodisiac that landed on his ear, earlier. He'd barely be able to focus enough to figure it out, as he fought against the restraints on his ankles, trying to turn around so that he could lap up the dripping seed.

"Patience, my dear little cum slut...patience. You'll get your chance," Jake assured him, as Lance began to pant and whimper with need, fully under the control of the lust-inducing cum inside of his body. "But...let that feeling simmer for a while, first. I want to see just how eager you can really be..."