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Winning a lost bet

By Whitepython

"Hey there. You really are nice looking. Wanna have a fun time?"

Rosk realized that he might have just said the worst pick up line in the history of flirting. He released a soft sigh once his big grin broke down and his shoulders crumbled down. He was sure that the hottie before him would brush him off right away in any moment.

Rosk was a white furred wolf. He was 1.70 meters tall and 22 years old. Gray eyes, Small and shiny nose along with black lips formed his white furred face along with a nice coat of white fur that ran from the tip of his ears, all the way down to the top of his feet with pink paw pads on both hands and feet.

Rosk wore a long sleeved gray shirt that stuck tightly around his furred self along with some washed out jeans who also were tightly adjusted around his white legs thanks to their stretch cut.

Before the white wolf sat a monument to lupine masculinity on a tall chair next to the bar.

Rosk was attempting to hook up with a wolf taller than him. The stranger was around 1.90 meters tall and he looked to be around 27 years old. The most interesting aspect was that the wolf was also endowed with a layer of white fur, but his fur was thicker than Rosk's fur. The handsome wolf had deep yellow eyes and a black nose. His lips were also pitch dark just like the pads on his hands along with the appearance of his ebony canine soles.

The stranger was wearing a dark leather jacket with a red shirt under it. His legs were encased with a straight cut blue jeans which allowed those masculine feet to poke out.

Thick and dark soles that were resting over a small footrest attached to the bottom of the tall seat which displayed those pair of large and masculine feet in all their glory even if the bar had some dim light. Such wonderful feet were the very first thing that lured the shorter wolf toward the fair looking one.

"We have a comedian huh?" The handsome wolf replied before turning his yellow eyes towards Rosk. The stranger shot a grin to the shorter wolf. Rosk could feel the weight of those deep yellow eyes on him as they examined his shorter self which brought with them the pressure of being judged by the handsome stranger which made Rosk to skip a heartbeat.

"You have my attention"

Rosk felt both relieved and surprised that such bad pick up line ended up working. He made it to the next level. He knew he had to keep the momentum on growing now that lady luck had blessed him.

The music on the somewhat lit bar began to play. It was some techno-trance music which invited people in the bar to jump to the dance floor. Yet it wasn't loud enough to disturb the conversation between the wolves.

Rosk returned to his mission. As soon as he proposed to himself to not to screw it he began to grow tense. In a split second he decided to go for something easy and introduce himself instead.

"My name is Rosk" the canine explained.

"Mine's Vintel" the handsome one replied as he examined the shorter wolf with a confident grin while Rosk did the same; stealing another quick glance towards those mannish feet on the foot rest.

Rosk struggled with what to say next. As the seconds went by, the silence in between both lupines grew too uncomfortable. So he decided to say whatever came to mind first.

"And well... I... I just want to meet people. And you know... to be social around here and maybe..."

"Have your brains fucked out?" the tall and confident wolf completed the phrase for the shorter one with a voice that reflected his amusement with the shy wolf.

This made Rosk to blush under his fur. Does he appears to be too desperate before the other wolf? This was embarrassing for Rosk; however, he tried to force himself to stay in the topic.

"I...eventually... yes! But first let's get to talk for a while."

"If you are looking for fun I think I just might be your guy."

Rosk had his wide grin to return to his muzzle as a tingling ran along the wolf's spine and cheeks. His tail also wagged for a couple of seconds before he tucked it in between his legs to not to demonstrate too much excitement as Vintel spoke in a serious tone now. Rosk listened, eager to keep the attention of the handsome wolf.

"I have a little problem which you can help me solve and get your fun. You see, I have a group of three friends whom I was going to turn them all to become my playthings. All I had to do was to win an easy bet. But life sometimes hides surprises and by an unexpected twist of events I lost the bet. Now I have to be their toy. Problem is I don't swing in such ways. I see myself more in the dominant side of the bedroom..."

The once excited wolf was now narrowing his eyes and squishing his forehead. His elation froze as he was wondering what kind of turn of event was awaiting for him.

"This is where you come in handy. I am looking for someone like you. Someone that looks similar to me and is willing to take my place." The handsome and tall wolf broke his serious face to replace it with a wide grin. "You will get what you are looking for and then some if you come with me this weekend..."

Was this stranger asking him to become the submissive one with a group of people he is not familiar with? With people he doesn't even knows what sort of intentions have for him? What kind of insane request was that?

Rosk felt his neck and jaws grow stiff as a cold sensation ran down along his spine. While in theory this sounded fun, it was just too dangerous. His mind produced a thousand excuses and objections along with the impelling desire to turn around and leave.

"T... that's crazy!" The shorter wolf spoke in annoyance "Your friends would never believe that I am you. We look kinda similar but your friends would have to be either blind or stupid to confuse you with me." Rosk left it clear with his tone of voice how disappointed he was with this strange turn of events.

"Don't worry. I have a way to trick them into thinking that you are me. -I have my means of persuasion-..." Vintel spoke in an attempt to minimize the objection "All you have to do is to accept and become a sex slave for this weekend."

Rosk stood there in shock. Aside from having to take a submissive role before a bunch of strangers, he would have to perform as their sexual slave. That was pure madness.

"If you are so persuasive why don't you convince them to let you slip free from paying the bet?"

"Well... I am not that persuasive. But I am confident that I can trick them into thinking that you are me and that the bet will be paid in full."

Vintel leaned his lower back against the short backrest of the tall bar chair as he looked down at the shorter wolf "Trust me; I have already studied this and this is the best route for me"

After the speech Rosk could feel an aura of complete power and confidence emanating from the tall wolf which served to make his already attractive demeanor to shine like the moon during a full night.

Rosk struggled for a moment. He did found this wolf attractive and he wouldn't have minded to cause a good impression. But no matter how good looking this wolf was. Spending the weekend with a bunch of strangers he doesn't know nor trust it's just too dangerous to even consider for a second.

This rose a huge red flag. It was a large risk for him just to cause a good first impression for the sake of saving this guy's ass.

Literally speaking...

"Look man. I think this is not a good idea to be honest. I was more interested in meeting you than meeting your friends or being used as a pawn to solve your problems. Sorry."

Rosk walked away from both the bar and the tall lupine before going to sit on a booth seat across the dancing floor which was at the opposite side of the place. He sat with his back turned towards the bar and the white furred lupine. He was as distanced as possible from the tall canine.

Rosk released a soft sigh in disappointment once he placed his elbows and forearms on the table and his head relaxed over his hands. With his short pointy ears pinned against the back of his head and his muzzle broken into a frown.

He tried to bear with the experience he just went through. He imagined for a second how awesome a successful encounter would have been with the handsome guy. At least he could congratulate himself in the knowledge that he tried his best and he dared to approach someone he liked. He also consoled himself with the hopes that the next person he approaches to mingle with won't be as crazy.

The wolf remained lost on his thoughts, leaving the music and the bar in second plane until the sudden sound of something landing on the table before him forced his mind back to the table.

Vintel stood before him with a wide grin along with two bottles of beer on the table.

"I Have to apologize for such awful first impression. I suppose you are right. My problems are none of your concern. I am just too nervous to think straight. Let me make it up to you handsome boy. I'll take good care of you tonight. I'm going to spoil you and everything. Just don't go overboard."

The apology came with a wide smile plastered on that broad lupine snout. Even if Vintel was being apologetic, he preserved his strong and confident aura of power. Aura that was enough to convince Rosk to return to his good mood.

Rosk invited his new drinking partner to take a seat at the other seat at the opposite end of the booth table. He made up his mind to look past behind the incident. After all, we all screw it up every now and then and we all deserve a second opportunity. Right?

Rosk wrapped his fingers around the neck of one the offered beer bottles and display a wide smile to the tall canine. While the beer wasn't his favorite brand, it was decent enough for him.

"It's okay, don't worry. Maybe I was too harsh and left too soon."

"None of that. As I said it's my bad."

Both canines sipped on their alcoholic brewages several times as they spent a good time together; The bar tender kept on bringing snacks and more beer bottles for both white furred canines to enjoy while they exchanged ideas and joked around. Everything went perfect for Rosk as the tall wolf took the conversation to its highest peak.

"And let me tell you. A while back I got an interesting trinket. It was a nice thing I got from a dragon."

Vintel spoke as Rosk placed an empty beer bottle away next to the other ones. He leaned back and allowed the alcohol on his bloodstream along with his belly half-filled with snacks to relax his body while he listened to the tall and handsome lupine who also had just finished his drink.

Rosk was able to see the handsome wolf to slide his right hand into his red shirt to pull something from around his neck.

It was a small pinkish-purple stone in cylindrical form. With a thin and black cord attached to the upper end while the lower end hung in the open. Allowing the surrounding light in the bar to be reflected back towards whoever was on sight before the jewel.

And Rask thought it was a beautiful sight.

"This jewel is the gift I was talking about. Look at the pretty stone and allow it to help you enjoy yourself and have a great time here."

The short wolf blinked once or twice in confusion at the sudden change of topics. This was so strange. Yet he admitted to himself that it was a pretty stone to look at.

"This is my favorite trinket because it is so good to look at and relax when you are feeling stressed and tired. When you just need to lay back and allow the world to go by.

"And the more you look at it the more relaxed you feel.

"And the more relaxed you feel, it's the easier for you to let your worries go.

"And the more your worries go, the easiest is to let whatever I say to sink at the back of your mind because everything I say sounds so good...

"And the better whatever I say sounds, the easiest is to do it.

"And the easier it becomes to do whatever I say the more addicted you grow to look at the pretty stone and let it take you deeper and deeper.

"So deep...

"And the only way to look at the stone is to become so relaxed under my power.

"Your mind is so open towards me. Your open mind will stare deep and long into the purple stone.

"You will allow the memory of the stone to be buried so deep in the back of your mind until there is no need for you to think at all anymore.

"And when you can't think any longer you will relax and sink with every command I give you."

All those words confused Rosk in his seat. He wasn't able to make sense out of all of them. But whatever the handsome wolf wanted to say sounded good as long as he could remain looking at the pretty purple stone before his gray lupine eyes.

"And my command is that you sink deep. So deep...

"Deep to the level where you belong. On your knees.

"You are a slave that belongs under my feet. That is where you belong Rosk.

"Allow yourself to go lower and lower. Allow your mind sink in the purple glow of the stone until you sink to the level of a slave.

"A slave with the need to be at the feet of a master such as me who will take control of your life from now on.

"You will enjoy every command I give you. Allow every centimeter of your body to relax under my stone. let yourself to relax under my power; to become my slave."

Maybe it was the beer. Maybe it was Vintel's voice. Or maybe it was the shiny purple stone that swung before him which made his body feel so relaxed. Which made the wolf's commands to sound like orders that must be obeyed. Every muscle on his body refused to lift Rosk off of his seat as Vintel had him under his mercy.

And Rosk enjoyed every single second of this.

He couldn't understand why this made him feel so good. So relaxed.

So horny...

"Now, now. We have talked for a while just like you wanted. Now its time for the part where you get your brains fucked out..." Vintel shook the purple stone for a bit before snickering. "Or maybe we did that just now already..."

The hypnotist shook the stone once again to keep the attention of his victim back onto him "Let's get first to see how good is that maw of yours. I wanna make sure my friends get some quality time."

The shorter wolf looked at the stone to wave before him for a second more before it disappeared under the table as fast as it appeared under the wolf's shirt. The handsome wolf shot at him a commanding glare along with a direct order which made its way to the back of Rosk's mind.

"Get under the table and show me how much you love cock."

However Rosk tried to resist for a brief second the command. He was in a public bar and he could be discovered with his maw full of lupine dick.

Nonetheless, the strong wolf rose his hand up over again and shook his wrist to shake the stone, repeating the gesture with the hypnotic stone. Trying to lure the attention of this victim towards him once more. After that, he lowered his hand once again to indicate the hypnotized wolf to go down where the stone was. The hypnotized lupine slipped at last down on the table where he saw the pretty purple stone hanging just over the wolf's crotch.

Vintel's sheath was put on display after his left hand pulled his zipper down. A soft pink meat was flopping free from its restrains, with a small bead of pre on the tip which was alluring. But not as enticing as the purple stone hanging over the fat dick. Like a guardian overseeing the action that was about to happen.

Rosk's senses were hit with the masculine scent and flavor of that meat as he gave it a big lick, allowing the meat to pulse to its full length as he gave it the first of many licks. The hypnotized wolf could hear under the table the music playing on the background just before his white muzzle wrapped around the warm canine dick as his tongue soaked in those thick lines of pre semen right away.

Rosk was without doubts enslaved and unable to disobey the dominant will of the hypnotist.

As the mind controlled wolf suckled around that meat without a care in the world in the crowded bar, the hypnotist wrapped his strong legs around Rosk's head. The wolf under hypnosis could feel the squeeze of those strong inner thighs around his lupine head. He felt Vintel to exert his full dominance on himself without losing the mesmerizing power over him.

Rosk could feel the thick meat reaching its full size as Vintel's knot pressed against his lips. His tongue was still enjoying the great flavor of that meat in his maw as his cold nose made contact with the wolf's clothed crotch with every thrust. Sometimes the purple jewel invaded his sight so he could remain lost in the ensnaring power of the mind controlling gem.

The lupine that was being sucked off was struggling as Rosk could feel those legs attempting to hump against his face just to stop after a second.

Everything remained the same for a while, until the hypnotized wolf blinked when he felt something rubbing the growing bulge in his pants. That's when he noticed that Vintel's legs moved around so those large and white furred feet with thick and dark soles could tease the bulge on his pants.

In that moment, thanks to the sudden interruption, Rosk realized that maybe he could crawl from under the table and to run away from the bar. There was no way Vintel could reach him.

But that foot felt great. Those fat toes wiggled against the bulge in his pants. His heart was beating faster and faster as his tongue was so soaked in Vintel's masculine flavor that the meat became a tasteless, yet warm and perfect thing to enjoy in his maw.

And that pretty stone. It would be so nice to focus on it once again and allow the tall and handsome wolf to take care of his pleasure. To spoil him as he promised. Maybe all of Vintel's friends would tease his bulge with their big feet. Maybe he could enjoy himself under all those thick paws. Maybe all of them would fill both his maw and his tail hole with their fat dicks. Maybe those cocks were just as great as this wolf's cock.

But he couldn't do that! You can't go with the first random stranger you meet in a bar. Not when he has you performing a sexual act under a booth table. This is not right.

"Work faster down there..." Vintel spoke in a slight frustrated tone. However the order came accompanied along with one of those canine feet grinding against his bulge faster and faster. Rosk wrapped his arms around those legs while he almost chocked on that meat as he released a soft moan of pleasure which was muted under that red and fat bulbous meat along with the music that filled the bar.

Once the half hypnotized wolf recovered from the sudden rush of pleasure he struggled. Rosk had to escape before he was forced to spend a weekend with a bunch of people with intentions he doesn't even know.

Missing that weekend would also mean losing those big and masculine feet. He needed them with an overwhelming urge over his crotch. Over his chest. Over his face.

He needed those huge and thick wolf feet all over his life.

It a moment after the struggle; the wolf returned his eyes to the purple gem. And it was enough to help the submissive wolf to forget his concerns about ending up as slave to a bunch of strangers. Or to be caught fellating a complete stranger in a bar. All he cared now was to deep throat that fat lupine dick as it enticed him into complete submission along with those white furred feet.

Rosk could see his vision overtaken by the purple light in complete power. The music playing in the bar slipped to the background as his nose got used to the scent of the masculine wolf that was shoving his firm cock into his maw that felt and tasted so smooth against his tongue.

Out of sudden the tall wolf left Rosk's bulge alone. The hypnotized wolf felt those feet resting over his lower back as those legs wrapped with a firm grip around his chest and Vintel's hands lowered to press the hypnotized wolf's head against that white and masculine scented sheath. Rosk found himself pressed against the dominant wolf, squeezed and subdued before a muffled howl could be heard.

Line after line of that warm and thick seed was poured down Rosk's throat as the fat knot forced his jaws wide open. Rosk could feel Vintel's toes curling against his lower back as the rest of those legs remained tensed.

After a couple of seconds, the dominant wolf released his legs from around his catch and pulled the purple stone back up. Even if the stone was not present anymore there wasn't need for it any longer. Rosk had stared at the mesmerizing jewel for too long to recover his free will.

"That was a bet with myself easy to win. Now it's time to get you ready for the weekend my slave..."

Along with the speech came a rewarding ear stroke from master. Rosk couldn't wait to save his sir from being a sexual slave by taking that role. And doing such thing as many times as master commanded.