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(Meta note: all characters were my own invention, except Randall who belongs to my good friendDraugr, and is used with permission.)

"Rich?" asked Damien.

The border collie looked thoughtfully at his cards, while Damien sat motionless, trying to read his face.

"Raise 10," he answered after a tense pause, throwing a single chip into the middle.

The wolf watched it plink onto the others, and knew it was a lot. He had to think hard, since he had a very difficult hand indeed: three pair. And he'd gotten two of those pair drawing four out of his seven cards.

Unfortunately, his thought process was interrupted by a muffled whine under the table. Damien was sufficiently annoyed -- why did it have to happen now? -- that he kicked his footrest, getting it to groan. And then it was silent again.

He returned to his cards, clenching his teeth to avoid his tell... and finally answered.

"I'd say..." Damien ignored another whine, "call." He threw a much larger stack of white chips in to match the green of Richie. It was most of what he had left, and he would probably need to win this hand to stay at the table.

The dalmatian to across from him took much less time. "Call," he stated authoritatively, throwing in his own stack of white chips to match the ten.

Unfortunately, it was made more complicated by Jamie. After putting in a single green chip of his own, the husky paused dramatically before adding: "raise 15 more."

Everyone -- including Damien himself, he presumed -- showed mild surprise before returning their faces to a look of deep concentration.

It was Richie's turn -- a turn interrupted by a much louder whine from under the table. Richie's face turned sour for a moment, but he said nothing.

"Hey Richie," Damien stated, "if you're annoyed by our 'footrest', feel free to let him know what you think of him."

The dog put his cards down on the table, slid his chair back, and actually lifted in his seat a bit in order to deliver a powerful kick under the table. A kick that got the footrest to cough -- at least, that's how Damien interpreted the sound, muffled as it was.

"Aren't you being a little hard on him?" asked the dalmatian across from Damien.

"No," Damien replied with a growl and the first smirk he'd displayed since the round started. "If he won't keep his end of the agreement, then he needs to be punished."

All of them smiled -- except the dalmatian.

"I keep telling you, Brad," added Richie next to him jestingly. "There's a lot more fun in BDSM than you realize. Don't you see it?"

"Guys, guys... let's finish the hand, okay?" insisted Damien.

Silence fell, and they returned to their cards.

Richie was next. After some serious contemplation, he sighed, "fold."

Damien was tired of this hand... and the sounds from beneath the table were distracting him.

"Let's see what you've got," he growled in frustration, and slid the last white chips he had in the middle of the table.

Brad was the final decision maker: "eh, I'll stop here."

The cards were revealed, and the husky laid down four-of-a-kind.

"Damn it, Jamie!" exclaimed Damien with as smile. "How much money were you going to try and extract from us all!?"

The husky just gave him a wicked smile. "I'd say about that much," he replied jovially, "since you're out now."

"Oh c'mon," insisted Damien playfully as Jamie swept back the pile of chips, "you can't put me out! We're at MY house!"

"Rules are rules," pointed out Bradley, also wearing a smile.

"Unless you can convince us to give you more," added Richie... who suddenly wore quite a look on his face.

Right on cue, there was another quiet whine from under the table. That look made the nature of the suggestion quite clear. Damien knew none of them were straight, and all but Bradley were kinky -- something the group consensus believed to be a matter of time and experimentation.

"How about a deal... with our footrest?" Damien asked suggestively.

"Let's see him," stated Richie with a lick of his chops.

Damien got up out of his chair and slid it back. Once there was room, and the other three other pairs of legs were retracted, Damien rolled the cart out from under his dining room table. Once he turned on the lights over the kitchen on the opposite side of the room, the "footrest" was revealed.

A wolf at least ten years younger than Damien was completely bound, and forced into a kneeling position by restraints on his ankles, calves, and wrists, with little room to shift his weight. The plywood cart he was on had padding for his knees, but nothing else.

A bondage mask made him blind, and a dog muzzle made him unable to speak, but his open ears were able to hear -- and more importantly for Damien, twitch or fold submissively. But everything else was shown off, thanks to his general nakedness.

Aside from a strap that held a black box in the small of his back, he wore nothing but a pair of latex "underwear" that had the very opposite effect of clothing. It kept his tail up, and was tight enough to show the silhouette of his dick, balls, and plug sticking from his tailhole.

"This," Damien introduced affectionately with a sweeping gesture, "is my pet, Randall."

Damien's three guests stared for a long moment, before Brad finally broke the silence.

"Why is he twitching like that?" asked the dalmatian with concern, referring to Randall's left leg.

"He's probably just got a pulled muscle or something," answered Damien as he opened a black box strapped in the small of Randall's back. "That's what this is for."

The box was revealed to contain a tiny medical kit. The most predominant item was a tube of lubricant, but Damien got out a tiny package instead. When torn open, it dumped two pain pills into his hand.

"Well, if you want chips," growled Richie, "then you'd better give him extra... so I can fuck him good."

Damien thought he heard another whine through the mask in concert with an attempt of Randall to shift, but ignored it.

"How many chips?" asked Damien.

"I always try before I buy," snarled Richie lustfully, getting up and walking closer to the bound wolf, to fully ogle him.

"Suit yourself. Would you like his tailhole?"

"Sounds good to me," growled Richie.

"Very well," answered Damien, as he put the pills momentarily on the table. Holding up Randall's tail with one hand, and sliding down the underwear with the other, the silicone butt plug was revealed. However, when Damien took hold of it, the muscles clenched, as if trying to keep it in.

This was definitely an act of defiance -- one of enticement or fear Damien couldn't tell. But it didn't matter, because his behavior in this circumstance was exactly the same.

He knelt down by the wolf, and whispered in Randall's ear -- but still loud enough that Richie could hear it. "I don't think Richie will be as patient as I am with your obstinacy, as horny as he looks," he warned. "You'd better let go of the plug before he decides to plow in beside it."

The next time Damien gently pulled on the butt plug, the muscles relaxed, until the pink ring of the wolf's tailhole was revealed.

"And don't you worry about a thing," reassured Damien, looking back at the 0border collie who was still staring at Randall, "I suspected this might happen, so Randall is ready," he added with a smirk and a knowing look.

While Richie kept staring, Damien got a glass, filled it with water from the sink, and removed Randall's muzzle. Randall did not talk in spite of the opportunity, probably because he knew what was coming.

The elder wolf then fed him two pills from the packet, and slowly poured the contents of the glass into his throat, letting him gulp a couple times.

Suddenly, Richie looked over at the two males, in what Damien interpreted as a sudden moment of social anxiety. "Well don't just stand there!" he suddenly demanded, "come over and enjoy this!"

The dalmatian got up and stood closer, but wasn't enjoying it very much. The husky got up, but stood by Damien instead.

"C'mon, Brad!" insisted Richie, as Damien barely paid attention, "you can't tell me that's the best dick raiser you've ever seen! Just look at him!" he drooled.

Once Randall was taken care of, and Damien had pulled the dog muzzle back to its original place, the elder wolf stood back.

"Fine then, perhaps you need a demo," snarled Richie, grabbing the tube of lube from the box.

Damien watched him pull out his dick, lube it up, and with zero warning, slide it directly into the wolf's tailhole.

Damien thought Randall probably would have made a louder noise in response to such a hard and rapid shove, but all that came through the muzzle was a muffled whine with a rather sharp edge as his legs resisted the new weight. And Richie, more importantly, seemed to get a positive surge when he was fully inserted.

"Oh wow," he gasped, as he slid out to begin his first thrust, "he's really tight..."

And Richie was good enough -- at least with all the groans and growling noises he made -- that Damien just stared. And when Richie increased his pace and speed, getting Randall to making a small groan with every thrust as he pushed back, Damien started pawing himself without really thinking about it.

The elder wolf was being turned on not only were Richie's vocalizations, but by the muffled noises Randall made. They were different than the occasions when he fucked Randall, and suggested to Damien that the collie's dick had a different shape and size than Randall was used to.

Randall had told Damien he liked being fucked; in fact, he wanted to be fucked more often, since it wasn't the first thing Damien thought of most days when he was horny. Damien could only assume that more whining -- and some of his pink poking the "underwear" -- meant that Randall was enjoying it either more or less -- and either way only strengthened his arousal.

But before he could do much more than tease himself incredibly, Richie found Randall so good that he came. With little more warning than a couple rough gasps, he suddenly howled, and his hard and fast thrusting suddenly became quite uneven and slow.

As Richie ground to halt, leaving Randall breathing just as heavy as the collie, Richie gasped, "alright... you get... 25 chips for that..."

Though still horny, Damien fortunately had the energy to be incredulous. "Only 25?" he asked pointedly, "you had a lot more fun than that!"

"Well... tell you what," he panted, "I'll give you... another 100... for a weekend with him."

That was a much more difficult request, even if the smitten collie didn't realize it. And Damien knew that neither he nor Randall were in a state of mind to negotiate such a thing, so he deferred for the moment.

"I'll take the 25 now," Damien answered, "and we'll discuss that later."

"Can... can I have a turn?" suddenly asked Brad, who had been staring at Richie the entire time.

"Sure," growled Damien, "I'm sure Randall wouldn't mind." He thought he saw the wolf squirm a bit, but the amount of pink trying to push through the "underwear" was still getting larger, not smaller.

It was only when Damien took a glance at the husky, who had not said a single word this entire time, that the wolf realized the dog wasn't looking at the action, but at him.

"Jamie," he asked nervously, unsure as to why he was the subject of his gaze instead of the younger wolf, "what do you think of Randall?"

"I think," Jamie said with considerable hesitation, "Randall the live-in 'pet' is a fantasy come to life."

"That's what running a 'pet shop' gets you," replied Damien with a knowing smirk. "Would you like to own one someday?"

"Well, actually... I could be the 'pet', and live with a strong 'master'. He is very lucky to have someone like you; cruel on the outside but caring on the inside."

The husky was looking at him with an affectionate, attentive look so similar to those Randall gave him. Damien could tell this was not just a lyrical piece of praise.

"Um, listen, Jamie," he insisted, "if you're thinking what I think you're thinking... I don't know if I would be a good idea."

"And why not?" asked Jamie. His tone was polite, but also had a bit of an edge suggesting his desire was indeed stronger than he was letting on.

"Well, because you've never seen... what I ask of my pets," he answered diplomatically.

"You mean, putting them in bondage gear and using them as furniture?" he asked dryly.

The playful smile -- incredibly pet-like indeed -- was making it harder for Damien to resist him.

"Actually, what I meant was," answered Damien, trying to center himself, "the wide spectrum of emotions Randall gets. Running a pet shop is hard. The worst sales business you can imagine, with daily emotional complications for both customers and merchandise. And what I need to do in order to stay happy and sane decides Randall's fate, one day at a time."

Jamie looked more serious, but his eyes didn't let go. "You've convinced me," he said. "I couldn't live with you like Randall does. But that's not what I want. I want to see what you're like as a master, in this mood, right now."

Damien still hesitated. While his dick wanted to go along, he wasn't really sure what their next poker game would be like. Either it would be far better, or far worse, if he hurt his friend.

"C'mon," insisted Jamie, breaking Damien out of his thoughts as he drew closer, "show me how you treat a 'pet' when you have that look in your eyes."

Damien started walking out of the kitchen, giving nothing more than roll of his head to beckon Jamie. The husky eagerly followed him into the living room, while Brad had his turn at Randall.

***

Damien sat down in the easternmost living room chair, which had a view around the corner into the dining room where Randall was set up. He wanted to watch them -- both for Randall's safety and for his own continued gratification.

It was a padded chair, but there was only one seat. When Jamie came in, and looked around, Damien pointed at the sofa across from him, and sternly commanded: "sit."

Jamie did so quickly, still smiling his coy smile.

"If you really want to do this," Damien insisted, "then I need to ask you some questions first. If anything, it will help us establish a mood, in addition to boundaries," he added suggestively.

"Okay," answered Jamie.

Damien had to think a moment, because all of the questions he could come up with were far more invasive than their previous acquaintance would justify. But as he kept racking his brain, he noticed that the dog remained silent, and still attentive, even if a little nervous. That was, itself, quite a pushing of Damien's "be a master" button indeed.

Unable to think of any better approach, he started with the most brutal to get it out of the way. "First question: do you think I'm attractive?"

Jamie seemed a bit taken aback, but answered, "um... yes and no. I don't have a crush on you, really, but there are things that definitely interest me. I mean, you are strong, and decisive, and in the best shape out of all my friends, probably... but it wasn't really until you started talking about BDSM, and your shop... oh! He has a shop! I thought... That's when I really thought to myself: I'd like to try him out."

It was probably the least worst answer he could have given, thought Damien.

"That brings me to my second question: have you been someone's 'pet' before?"

Jamie got a little more nervous as he gave this answer. "I tried it with one or two boyfriends, but... they weren't very strong Doms."

"So you've never been fully immersed?" Damien asked, adding a little edge to his voice as the dom started slowly turning on.

"But wait, I also did something online..."

Damien didn't interrupt. "Go on," he encouraged with a hint of growl.

"Well... it was really stupid, but... I guess it was sorta how I figured this all out about myself. I was in a D/S relationship for about 9 months with a wonderful guy. I never met him, but I didn't need to. I mean, he'd send me little things to do, and we'd talk, and cuddle, and play on weekends, sometimes for hours... especially when I was getting stressed out in college."

Damien smiled warmly -- at least, he tried to make it warm instead of the other things he was feeling as this picture was painted for him. "I don't know that it was stupid," he offered reassuringly.

"Oh it was," insisted the husky. "I mean, I took a part-time job for a semester, and sent him the money, just because he told me to. He was fun, but he almost killed my GPA."

That surprised Damien a little bit. "Okay... maybe that was a little stupid," he advised cautiously, "but I'm sure you did it because of how it made you feel."

"Like... someone gave a shit, at a really hard time in my life," sighed Jamie. "And I didn't have to worry, when I was talking to him... I still miss those weekends some times. Even in spite of all the shit I put up with that I shouldn't have."

"And you want that feeling again from me?" Damien asked kindly.

"Yeah... and I think you can give it to me. Master," he added.

"I won't make you take a job, obviously, but are you sure you can put up with my shit?" he asked with a smirk.

"Try me." The voice was the same teasing one as before, but the eyes were more serious. He clearly wanted this. Bad.

"In that case, go to the bathroom, and... clean yourself out. I haven't been in charge of your diet for the past week, so I want you to do a good job. You'll find everything you need under the sink. I'll have decided how to start when you get back."

"Yes sir!" excitedly replied the husky, and immediately got up and went toward the guest bathroom.

Damien, meanwhile, watched the show: Randall was now being savagely humped by Brad, while Richie was looking on with a look that reminded the elder wolf of what face he must wear sometimes. He was still able to get into it since he hadn't had any fun himself yet.

He watched Brad climax in the next minute or two, before he got up and strode over to the two dogs.

"Alright," he interrupted as Richie slumped on Randall, out of breath, "you've tried. What did you think?"

"He was... really tight," the dog sighed.

"And how many chips do you think that's worth?"

"Oh... um... maybe 40?"

"Thank you," Damien replied, looking over at Richie with a smirk, "for appreciating his value."

Randall squirmed -- Damien told himself, because of the comment.

"Can I have another run at him?" growled Richie.

"You two can have one more each, and then I think it'll be time to put him away. So make sure to take your time," he added mischievously.

"No problem," replied Richie, as he slapped Randall's left butt cheek, getting him to jerk in place and grunt through the muzzle.

Damien left the room, and headed down the hall for the master bedroom. Once unlocked, he went over to his "special" closet, and looked through all of the collars -- skipping over those which had Randall's name on them, of course.

Thinking of the husky's bright blue eyes, and knowing that he didn't want to tempt himself with too much "harshness" on a new sub, he passed through the leather ones, and opted for an azure plastic adjustable dog collar.

By the time Damien came out, things had progressed nicely. Richie was once again humping and making similar noises in response to what he felt, but he was clearly getting just as much out of it as the first time. And Brad, even though he'd just came, still had his dick hanging out and was already up to a half-chub.

And, of course, Randall was continuing to resist the thrusts in time and make his noises -- which the mask filtered down to faint grunts. And his dick was probably leaking into his "underwear" by now, based on Damien's previous history with him.

Damien walked past the action back to the living room, and found Jamie waiting attentively, his blue eyes locking onto Damien the moment he entered the room.

The elder wolf walked up to the younger dog, and stretched the collar wide between his hands, as if about to hang it around an invisible neck.

"So, Jamie," Damien growled, holding it in front of Jamie, "you really want to see what my style is like, huh?"

"Oh yes," answered the husky, who went from sitting on the couch to learning forward, as if in preparation.

"Then you have to make some promises while you wear this," he stated, still holding out the collar as if it were a reward to tease Jamie with.

"I promise," he answered.

"Ah ah ah!" chastised Damien, "no agreeing to things until you've heard them!"

He paused. The husky seemed to want to speak, but bit his tongue.

After letting this pause hang, Damien listed them off "You must promise to tell me what ails you," Damien stated, "or take it off."

"I will."

"And you must promise to obey my rules and directions... or take it off."

"I will." His voice sounded a little less resolved, but his eye did not.

"And you must promise to call me 'sir' -- not 'master'," he added with a growl, "and address me properly with every request... or take it off."

"I will, sir," answered the husky without hesitation.

"And you must promise to let me explore your body. Or take it off."

"I will, sir," he answered, shifting a bit in his chair -- whether from anxiety or excitement Damien couldn't tell. All he knew was that the husky was probably getting a hard-on, and that was the important thing for the moment.

Damien paused again. Once again, Jamie did not move.

"In that case, all you need to do in order to earn this collar," intoned the elder wolf with a toothy grin, "is to take off your shirt and pants. You are hiding too much of your body from your master's eyes and hands."

The husky immediately responded by standing up, and without any hesitation, pulled off his T-shirt, revealing the fur pattern that seemed to following his arms and centered on his stomach.

After gently tossing it on the floor, he immediately started unbuttoning his jeans, revealing a pair of boxers that used to be red, but had faded to a soft pink.

Damien once again paused to take a long look at the husky's legs and barely-covered hard-on. Mostly because he wanted to look, but also because when his own arousal was successfully intensified, he looked up at the husky's face to see how he took it. He seemed almost more excited, not less. A good sign, thought Damien.

"Very well," he concluded, "come here."

Jamie, without any more direction, scooted forward on the couch, and ducked his head.

"I bestow upon you," Damien said as he lowered the large loop around the husky's neck, "the designation --"

A squeeze of the switch in Damien's left hand made the tension draw up the material, turning the necklace back into a collar.

"-- pet for the evening."

Jamie was a bit surprised by it, grunting in the back of his throat when it hit him. But Damien made sure Jamie would not be choked by pulling out a tiny bit ofmaterial before releasing the button.

But rather than completely releasing his grip on Jamie, Damien instead pulled the husky closer.

"Now then," Damien suggested with a growl, pulling the husky gently toward him, "are you ready to perform your first duty as a pet?"

"I am, sir," panted Jamie eagerly.

"In that case," he commanded lustfully, as he put the husky's nose on the crotch of his pants, "satisfy your master's needs."

Jamie smiled, as he reached up and unbuttoned the jeans on Damien, letting the dick spring up once the zipper was undone. Sliding it out of the boxers, he immediately put it into his muzzle and started working on it.

Damien just closed his eyes, and enjoyed it. "You must have... made your... boyfriends... pretty happy," he murmured with heavy pants.

Jamie took the praise in stride, and kept working, in fact deep-throating Damien a couple of times in addition to his squeezes and his licks.

As excited as he was about seeing Randall reamed, and as good as Jamie seemed to be, Damien soon reached the plateau, and it took very little indeed to send him over the edge. The wave washed over him and he gave a guttural groan as he came into the husky's waiting maw. He seemed to sense when Damien's dick got sensitive, as not long after, he started being more careful as he cleaned the wolf up.

Once Damien was satisfied, eyes still closed and head resting on the chair, he felt the husky remove the dick at last, and turn around on the floor, leaning his head in Damien's lap beside the dampened dick that quickly approached its normal size.

"Be honest," Damien murmured, "how did I taste?"

"Pretty good, actually," he heard from between his legs.

"That's why I stay in shape and eat well. It affects the taste, I hear... and did you enjoy it?"

"Yes sir."

"Good... because if you do find a master, I suspect he will wants lots and lots of blowjobs," remarked Damien with a smile.

Silence fell for a while, and Damien was considering a nap... but soon, he felt the husky stand up and go sit on the couch. When he opened his eyes, he found the husky still looking at him... but now with a look of anticipation, even though Damien didn't say anything.

"Does my pet want something?" he asked suggestively.

"Yes sir," Jamie answered, adding a submissive whine in his voice.

"And what would that be?" Damien asked.

"I want... to have sex with you, sir," he answered.

"I was wondering about that," casually stated Damien in his teasing voice, "since you certainly seem eager to please. And you will get it... but only when your 'owner' says so. And only the way your 'owner' says so."

"Yes sir," Jamie repeated.

He got up, strode over to the couch, and sat down on the opposite end from Jamie.

"Here's the thing: I don't just give my pets pleasure. They have to earn it."

"And... how can I do that, sir?"

"I'm sure I'll have some more ideas... say, half an hour from now. But right now," he yawned, stretching out across the couch. "But right now, all I want is for you to c'mere, and take a nap with me. Or at least stay still while I do."

"Yes, sir."

The husky pulled his body up, cuddling with the elder wolf. His fur felt very different from his long-term pet, much longer and greasier. But still, it was a nice blanket, and as the hormones coursed through the elder wolf, he soon fell asleep.

***

"Wake up sir," he soon heard a teasing voice in his ear, "we've got company."

"Hey, he calls you 'sir' now?" Damien heard a familiar voice tease. "Just what have you two been up to?"

Damien opened his eyes to find that the rest of his living room had been occupied by his two other house guests. And that Randall had been rolled into the middle of the room with them, still in his harness.

"What -- have you three been doing?" yawned the wolf, as he stretched, Jamie reflexively sitting up and getting out of his way.

"Probably what you two have been doing this whole time," answered Richie with a sly grin.

"Really? You've been napping?"

"Don't be silly. But now, I'm here for a different reason: remember my offer?"

It took Damien a moment. "Oh yeah. So, how much for a weekend with Randall?"

"100."

Damien looked taken aback. "You're kidding. He's at least worth 200."

"No one's butt alone is worth 200."

"Then perhaps you need a better demonstration of what else he can do. Let me take him out of that harness, and show you."

Richie sighed, and folded his arms with a smile as Damien stood up, and went over to Randall, slowly unbinding the wolf, who seemed to be about to fall over after whatever he'd been through. But he decided to keep the mask on, just for fun.

But because he was slow, and made sure Randall would always support his own weight, he managed to get the wolf's bonds loosened enough to where he could take Randall's hands, and slowly pull him up from his kneeling position into a standing position.

"That's a good boy. Now let's go get you cleaned up. You three wait there, we'll be right back."

After leading the blind Randall down the hall and into the guest bathroom, only then did Damien remove the mask, and let Randall see and smell properly. The face that he wore, when Damien pulled it off was that of the lion who had a thorn in his paw.

"Now Randall, you clean yourself up. I'll wait outside, and then we'll talk, okay?"

The wolf didn't even respond as he slowly wandered into the bathroom and closed the door rather meekly.

Damien just waited, and after a good three or four minutes -- as he expected -- Randall emerged, wearing nothing more than the same latex "shorts" he was before. His mood had also improved, suggesting he also fixed the tightness in his crotch also.

"Feel better?" asked Damien with a smirk.

"Yes, master," answered Randall, mirroring it for him.

"Now, I want to know the truth," stated Damien earnestly, "what did you think of those two?"

Randall paused for a moment. "They were a bit rough, but... honestly, I didn't mind all that much," he answered with a smile.

"So, would you be willing to put up with that, over and over, for a day?"

Randall seemed to hesitate for a moment.

"I don't think the harness would be required," Damien clarified, "but there would probably a lot of being fucked."

"That wouldn't be too bad, I guess," replied the wolf.

"I don't want you to do it because I want you to," Damien insisted. "I want you to do it because you got something out of getting fucked by him, even if it wasn't perfect."

"I... I would," Randall answered, widening his smile.

"Alright then. Let's go back in there."

Damien brought Randall back into the living room. All eyes landed back on him again, except for those of the husky, who looked up at Damien, a hint of expectation it his eyes.

"So, Richie, you're not willing to pay 200, huh?"

He shook his head.

"Well, I can tell you right now he's worth it. In fact, let's have a little obedience test... for both Randall and Jamie here, who earlier agreed to be a pet for the evening."

Jamie smiled, but seemed to start getting a bit of red blush under his fur. Randall looked completely unfazed.

"Why don't you stand next to him?" Damien pointedly asked Jamie, a hint of excitement returning to his voice.

Jamie stood, somewhat nervously, and went over to the center of the living room, where Randall was already standing with a submissive gaze at the floor.

"Alright, you two, it's quite simple," explained Damien as he also stood. "I'm going to let Richie compare you two for your pet-like qualities. I'm sure that at least one of you is worth 200 for a weekend, so whoever does a better job gets the money. Fair and square. How about it, boys?"

Randall nodded.

"Sure," answered Jamie.

"Alright then. Both of you 'pets', get on your knees."

They both knelt, and without being told, also made a "begging" pose with their arms in front of them, looking up at Damien who now stood over them.

"Good," growled Damien, his erection fast returning to him. "Richie, why don't you come over here and take a closer look?"

Richie also stood up, and stood right behind Damien, arms still crossed. He clearly still wasn't inclined to pay either of them 200.

"First, why don't you pet them on the head, since they're just trying to make you happy?"

Richie, as requested, stepped forward and reached out with each hand, and stroked the two heads. Damien was pleased that Randall, unlike Jamie, closed his eyes, shifted his ears, and smiled.

It was probably mostly act, but it was the kind of act that made Damien so happy with Randall. And it was indeed enough to get Richie's expression to thaw a bit, and keep his eyes on the wolf, rather than the husky -- who after a brief glance, tried to replicate the effect with far less grace.

Damien, however, wanted to make sure the husky didn't feel too bad about it. So, when Richie had clearly "picked" Randall, he moved on. "That's good boys," he encouraged, "now how about showing us your best assets?"

Randall started turning around, and the husky did a moment later. And sure enough, after a little awkwardness on Jamie's part, and less on Randall's part, they were now presenting their butts for inspection.

"You have a look at them," Damien offered, "I'll be right back."

He quickly stepped out of the room, went into his locked bedroom, and got a pair of rubber gloves out of the box he kept in his "pet" drawer. He quickly re-locked it, and returned to find Richie doing more than just looking.

"Here," offered Damien as the collie seemed intent on a deeper examination of Randall's tailhole, "you can check them with these."

"Thanks," Richie answered, a growl entering his voice too. "One for each hand," he added, "how thoughtful. So let's do you first," he added, licking his right glove's index finger and looking down at Randall.

The wolf seemed to curl up a little tighter as if he were afraid, but Damien knew -- based on what Randall had already been subjected to -- it was an act.

"I want you to compare what you experienced with Randall," Damien explained as the collie touched the pink ring of the wolf's anus, "with this other prospective 'pet' here."

Richie did a pretty invasive job, as suggested by Randall's wince, but seemed unimpressed. Until, that is, he licked the other hand, and looked down at the husky, who seemed to be blushing slightly and almost aglow with excitement.

But once Richie stuck the gloved finger inside the other male, he looked a bit surprised.

"Don't I have a point?" asked Damien pointedly as Richie slid the finger around more freely than before. Damien was also getting back to his previous state of arousal from the faces and occasional grunt the husky was making in response to being so intruded.

"Alright, you have a point," Richie conceded. "But I'm still not ready for 200 yet."

"Well, here's what I hope will clinch the deal," Damien casually explained. "Randall has not only considerable experience in the, ahem, core skills of a 'pet', but the general relations."

"What does that mean?" asked Richie, a playful smile dancing around his muzzle, as if he were trying to stay stern during this negotiation.

Damien briefly stepped over to the two pets, and with one hand on their shoulders, whispered between them: "I apologize for this," before standing up again.

"It means," Damien explained, "that Randall has learned to emphasize aspect of his personality into a much better pet affect. Allow me to demonstrate."

Damien stepped back, stood tall, puffed up his chest with a deep breath, and looking briefly between them, suddenly bellowed, "YOU FILTHY PIECES OF SHIT!"

Everyone in the room jumped in response to the elder wolf's dramatic shift in tone and posture. The two pets were in equal shock, but Randall seemed to recover faster.

But Damien was just getting started. "How DARE you! How DARE you show up to a poker game wanting to play pet! How little sense do you have!? Do you really think that getting screwed will get chips from us!? Do you really think we think with our dicks like that!? Why would we want to screw anyone like YOU, who would suck any dick that got put in front of your nose!?"

The husky's blush got worse, and his eyes lost their erotic twinkle, and seemed to prepare for tears. But Randall's response was much different: he folded his ears, and rather than crying, looked more and more meek with each passing insult.

Since Damien knew the husky couldn't withstand much, he didn't do much more after that than talk about the subby things they would do... which he knew Randall would if asked, but presumed the husky might like to try.

But once the tirade was over, their looks were night and day. And Richie was indeed looking pretty impressed with Randall's scrunched body and apologetic frown.

"Now then," concluded Damien, returning to his original calm, "see the difference?"

"Indeed I do. Alright, you win, 200 for a weekend."

"Wonderful. And while Randall is gone... would you mind spending the weekend with me?" asked Damien gently to Jamie.

The husky seemed a bit taken aback by the question at first... but after a moment, seemed to recover from the social ordeal he'd just experienced, and smiled. "Um, sure... if you promise not to do that again."

"Can do," replied Damien with a grin. "Now, gentlemen, since I'm back in the game, how about another hand? I think Randall needs the rest of the night off to prepare... and I hope you, Jamie, don't plan on going back home."

"Not tonight," he answered, "if I think you're suggesting what I think you are."

With a brief hug from Damien, Randall went into the back bedroom where he slept, and the rest of them returned to the table.

The End.