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Like father, like son

By Patrick D. Lambert

Commissioned by UchihaDESM

A gray wolf licked thoroughly the big paws he had in front of him. His tongue moved eagerly between the toes, making a stop now and then to suck on the big fat thumb. He jumped from paw to paw, giving both an equal level of attention, as his Master has taught him. The taste and smell, although enjoyable, didn't give him the same level of pleasure and accomplishment that he got from the sole action of being a good Pet. He was glad to be on his knees serving a more powerful male.

With a grin of satisfaction, Cheke pressed his right paw against the wolf's face. A white tiger in his early thirties, he adjusted his small glasses and gave a better look at the wolf's face. His left hand slowly pulled up and down the skin of his cock, maintaining his erection and smearing his pre all over the head.

"Remarkable, Daisuke," he finally said after several minutes of listening only to the slurping sounds made by the naked wolf. "Simple minds are easy to hypnotize unless they have an unstable temper. They can get out of trance at the smallest provocation. It was very smart of you to use his abuse of power to your advantage."

"Thank you, Boss," the blue lion replied, looking away from Cheke's cock.

"You can stop calling me that. You're no longer my employee," the tiger pushed his thumb into the wolf's mouth, sighing in delight as he began to suck it eagerly. "I'm pleased to see I taught you well before he took you away. Quite ironic, if you ask me."

The compliment put some blush under the blue fur of the lion's cheeks.

After a moment, Cheke stood up from the Mayor's chair and tucked his cock back into his pants. "I believe I have seen enough. Let's meet again after you find a good playmate for this pup."

"... playmate?" The lion asked, leaning his head sideways.

"Well, yes. You're not gonna stop at one, right?" Cheke made the question as if he had expected Daisuke to know that from the beginning. "You gotta keep things fresh, kitty."

With that said, the white tiger walked out of the office, leaving behind a confused lion and one very happy wolf.

Daisuke spent the following days figuring out who could be his next pet. Despite knowing several males that could fit in that role perfectly, none of them provoked in the lion that predatory feeling he got from Mayor Wolfo, who was now under his command. The lion knew why, as none of them had a strong position or job like the fat bastard that was now his pet.

"Who could be good...?" He pondered, his eyes staring beyond the roof above his head. "Who could be a good pet...?"

"Daisuke!"

The scream made him jump out of his chair. With his tail raised, and the fur from his nape and mane bristled, the lion waited a moment to recover from the scare. Mayor Wolfo's temper was still explosive and easy to provoke, and while Daisuke had gotten used to it, it didn't save him from the sudden shock after someone touched one of the wolf's many sensitive nerves--which was particularly easy now that he was forced to keep his word after winning the election.

But that scream was not the usual. He knew when the Mayor was angry, and when Wolfo was angry. He mostly used that tone after discovering how much his wife spent over the month, and Daisuke had to deal with the consequences since, apparently, she had Wolfo held by the balls.

"Wait... he hasn't received the bank statement yet," Daisuke thought as he adjusted his red bow tie. Something else had bothered the Mayor, something personal. The other thing that made him that angry was a scandal about him, but Daisuke made sure he stayed out of trouble--the only change he "made" on the wolf's brain.

After taking a deep breath in preparation, Daisuke opened the double wooden doors and walked into the Mayor's office.

Since his reelection, Wolfo adopted a more austere public image to fight back the corrupted politician citizens thought he was. He got rid of most of his furniture, leaving just the necessary to give his office a more humble appearance. Even his desk that was made of exotic wood and the chairs with golden finishes were donated and replaced by more generic pieces of furniture that didn't cost the minimum wage with four extra zeros.

The gray wolf was at the other side of the desk, frantically typing something on his keyboard. Unlike before the election, Mayor Wolfo was more conscious of his image and hygiene. His blue hair wasn't greasy, and he even looked handsome with the two braids and the green highlights on the front. A change of wardrobe was also mandatory, with him wearing a modest black suit that fit him perfectly. He remained fat, something he was still working on, but not a trait that discouraged Daisuke's attraction.

"Why no one told me working hard was this stressful?" The wolf grunted. He was still the same grumpy boss, but only because Daisuke "allowed it" at work.

"Well, that's the thing of being a Mayor, sir. You have to take care of an entire city."

"I don't pay you to make snarky comments, Daisuke," Wolfo immediately replied with fangs gnashed. "I have to review so many things and those idiots from the Foundation keep bothering me."

"Didn't you resolve that issue already?"

"Apparently it wasn't enough for them. What do they know about finances, anyway? They're nothing but a bunch of tree-huggers-grass-eaters-good-for-nothing millennials that are confident their stupid TikToks are gonna save the world."

"You can't blame them for trying," Daisuke shrugged and made his way toward Wolfo. Rubbing both hands together, the lion knew it was time to give his "boss" a hand. "Stay down, puppy."

As soon as he said that, Wolfo's eyes went blank and both arms fell to his sides. He stared at nothing, and it didn't take him long to start drooling. Daisuke sat in front of him and looked straight into his eyes. After clearing his throat, he said firmly.

"I will talk with Urban Planning to promote new green areas around the city, especially next to schools."

"I will... talk with Urban Planning to promote new green... areas around the city... especially next to schools..."

Wolfo repeated his words as Daisuke spoke, using a slow, sleepy voice.

The Mayor was still working on doing a better job, but Daisuke knew he was too proud to admit he needed help. In an attempt to lighten his burden without stepping over his pride, he set a trigger on Wolfo to easily put any idea inside that dumb little mind and make it sound like his own. So far it had worked splendidly, especially since Wolfo wasn't the type of person who liked to share the credit, which made it easier to plant an idea.

"Time to wake up, puppy."

Wolfo blinked a couple of times while looking around in confusion. It seemed for a moment as if he didn't recognize his own office. But after his sight landed on Daisuke, the canine recovered his usual attitude.

"Bloody hell..." he mustered, giving his temple a massage with two fingers.

"You fell asleep for a moment, boss. Had a rough night?" Daisuke asked.

"Yeah, yeah... just a lot of stress. Make an appointment with Urban Planning. Maybe more green areas would keep them quiet," Wolfo said, taking deep breaths to calm down, as Daisuke had taught him.

"I'm on it, sir," Daisuke stood up, ready to leave. However, something was bothering him. A hunch told him that was not the reason that had Wolfo so angry. He knew his boss very well, even without the hypnosis. "Forgive me if I'm meddling but... is there something else bothering you?"

Wolfo threw daggers at Daisuke with his golden eyes. But after seeing his assistant didn't back up from the expression, his body relaxed again after a deep breath.

"Yes, but it's a family matter."

"If you believe there's a way I can assist you with it, even if it's just listening..."

Wolfo twisted his mouth, clearly pondering how convenient was to share his troubles with the lion. The meditation didn't last long, and he stood up from the big chair to turn and face the window behind him.

"The Police Commissioner just called me. My stupid son was arrested last night for speeding and the first thing that shithead does is threaten the officer because his daddy is the Mayor. He got aggressive, resisted the arrest, and when they searched the car, they found weed on the glove box."

After noticing the way he talked, Daisuke had a feeling it was a good idea to approach. He has never done it unless it was for a massage, so the proximity felt different. It was his expression that confirmed to him the Mayor was experiencing actual regret.

"The commissioner is a friend of mine. We studied together. He owed me big time for several favors I did to him in the past, so he swept everything under the rug. But he won't do it again. The last thing we need is an influence-peddling scandal, and that's exactly what we're gonna get if he gets arrested again."

"Sounds like it's not the first time it happens."

"Of course not. That idiot likes to brag about my position. He got that from his mother. But that's what I get for raising a spoiled brat," Wolfo ended with a sigh.

"Isn't he an adult now? Maybe some jail time could help," Daisuke doubtfully suggested.

"He's an adult with the brain of a child. He's gonna drop dead before putting a paw on prison. At this point, I don't know what to do. It's just a matter of time before he screws things up again and throws all my hard work through the window."

Something clicked on Daisuke's head. It was an absolutely twisted idea that pressed so many buttons in his mind and made his blood flow straight to his cock. The lion, already tempted by the moral implications that carried, had to cover his crotch without getting Wolfo's attention.

"I'm pretty sure you're gonna come up with a plan. I'll be happy to help you, boss," the lion said as calmly as he could.

"I hope so..."

He knew it was wrong. Daisuke knew some limits weren't made to be crossed. But his lust got the worse of him. The lion clenched his fists until he felt the pain of his claws threatening to pierce the skin. He heard his own heartbeats getting faster and louder. A cold sweat ran down his spine. And the twisted, forbidden images flooded his mind one after another, smothering the reasoning that tried so hard to stop him from going too far.

"Stay down, puppy!"

Daisuke looked at the garden outside the Mayor's office, currently being watered by the zebra in charge of it. Wolfo ordered a renovation days after the Election, and it was now blooming with flowers of so many colors. His sight moved to the street and the people walking by, minding their own business as usual. He then looked at the buildings farther away, and wondered when exactly the city grew that much.

When he looked beyond, the background got blurry while his and Wolfo's reflection took shape.

"Now, listen carefully... this is what we are gonna do."

There was nothing odd about Daisuke. Mr. Wolfo never questioned the strange requests made by his subordinate whenever they were alone. He was helpful and tolerant of his explosive temper, thus he trusted him with his life--although he wouldn't openly say that. And because of that, the wolf never complained about the collar and leash, or the nakedness, or the strange requests he made. In fact, Wolfo was happy to follow without a doubt whatever Daisuke requested. He never questioned why. He simply knew he had to. That's why he agreed to Daisuke's plan to help his son.

Harold was a vivid image of Wolfo. Almost as chubby as him but with smoother facial features and white highlights on his long hair. The short-trimmed gray fur and the designer clothes gave him a stylish look that didn't quite fit with his build, something he couldn't see over his spoiled vision of the world, fed not only by the parents who gave them everything but the "friends" that would say anything to gain his favor too.

Even his expression showed the privilege that had been the most notorious trait of his life. One eye was golden, the other one blue, and a cheeky smile of someone who thought low of everyone. He had a bad habit of licking his upper lip constantly, which made him look like a creep, especially with the females he shamelessly harassed anywhere he went.

"Those bitches from the other table keep looking at us," the young wolf said, drooling over his jar of beer. "I bet the one in the red dress has a juicy pussy."

Wolfo looked discretely over his shoulder and his sight met a young vixen performing fellatio on the large straw from her fancy drink. Victim of a sudden aversion, he turned his head quickly to look back at his son, who was doing that creepy lick from left to right.

"Focus, Harold. This is important."

Wolfo had been trying hard all night to make Harold understand why it was wrong what he did, but the young wolf wasn't listening. It didn't help Wolfo had no idea how to put his paw down when it came to his son. Suddenly, being a parent was harder than being Mayor.

"C'mon, that old fart said he fixed everything. Don't worry."

"Yes, and he's not gonna do it again."

"A good donation to his department is gonna change that. And while you're at that, I could use a new car too. They ruined mine after that traffic stop."

It had no use. His disinterest made Wolfo feel overpowered. He respected no one and was convinced to be above the law. No matter what he tried, Harold wouldn't listen.

But he'd listen to Daisuke. He knew he had to leave Daisuke to take the reins of the situation. So when the lion walked in, the old wolf encouraged his son to go and talk to that vixen, and while he was at that, Daisuke approached, dropped a pill on Harold's beer, and left. Why he did do that? Wolfo couldn't answer. But he trusted his assistant. And if he did it was for a good reason. He stayed there, seeing the pill dissolving into the dark beverage. By the time Harold came back, there was no trace of it.

"Dumb bitch is too expensive for my taste," he complained, taking a good chug of his jar. "She's not that hot, anyway."

"Yeah, she isn't."

After forgetting about what his dad wanted to talk about, Harold began to tell him about a previous hook-up, putting special attention to the details. It was turn for Wolfo to ignore him. He nodded and smiled now and then to give the impression he cared about what his son was saying, but his mind knew he had to be ready for when the pill made effect.

He took Harold out of there before the drug made full effect, making everyone think the young wolf drank one too many. He heard his son babbling and laughing, begging his old man to go back and have one last drink. But Wolfo continued walking forward, convinced that Harold's salvation was in Daisuke's hands. His assistant was waiting outside in a different vehicle, and together put a very sleepy Harold in the back seat without getting too much attention on them. It was just another drunkard leaving, he wouldn't be the last one of the night. No one questioned their motives, for there was no reason to do so.

Distant voices reaching in the dark were what woke up Harold from his slumber. The wolf felt too exhausted to raise his eyelids or move his body around. He struggled to put his thoughts in order, trying to remember what he was doing or where he was before falling asleep. Both voices were male, and one was strangely familiar. As the focused on the tone rather than the incomprehensible words, Harold soon realized it was his father's voice. The lingering taste of alcohol in his mouth revealed he drank a lot.

Slowly, the memories took place and Harold finally remembered what he was doing. He went to a bar with his father, who was trying to say something about... right, it was about a previous incident with the law. The fat wolf assumed he passed out at some point, and now he was lying on his bed, trying to get up and go on with his day.

Except he wasn't lying down. He was over a chair--a wooden one, by the feel of it. And he couldn't get up. Something around his wrists and ankles kept him from moving. The tone of those voices changed, and they got louder as Harold regained consciousness. From the darkness came strange shadows that slowly began to take shape and color once he gathered enough energy to open his eyes.

While dim, the light in the room still dazzled him, and Harold grunted while looking away with eyes closed. More and more strength came back to him, and his struggle to get rid of his bindings got more aggressive, enough to get his captors' attention. The fear immediately took over him, forcing absurd ideas into an already weakened mind.

"Who are you?! What are you gonna do to me?! Help!" Those and more were the words Harold vociferated.

"Harold. Harold, stop! It's me, your father," one familiar voice called him.

The tone, touch, and scent calmed him down, and Harold opened his eyes to meet with his old man, who was holding his head firmly with both hands.

"Dad? Oh my god, Dad! What's going on?!"

"Everything's fine. You just gotta relax."

Harold's mind replied for him, and more memories came back in an instant. The bar, the music, the vixen he tried to take to bed, and then... nothing. That's when he passed out, and Wolfo probably carried him out. The wolf looked straight at Wolfo's golden eyes. His breathing and heartbeat got slower, and the muscles relaxed. His fluffy tail wagged slowly in joy, happy to know his father was there with him.

But one question remained: why was he tied? Harold looked down and saw leather bindings holding him to the chair, tied tightly enough to stop him from trying. His eyes danced around a bedroom that wasn't his, furnished like the generic room of any cheap motel next to the road, with the only window covered by a red blind.

More and more questions began to arise again as he tried to make sense of what he was looking at, but all ended up meeting at the same point after he finally took a good look at his father--more precisely, at his fat junk hanging between the legs.

"What the fuck, man?!" He tried to back away, noticing more details that he only noticed until then, like the collar around his neck or the leather harness on his chest.

Wolfo backed up, confused by the disgust visible on his son's face.

"Are those bitches into bondage or what? Please tell me they didn't put something in my ass," Harold demanded.

"Oh, it's too soon for that to happen," another voice said from behind his father.

Harold looked to where the voice had come from to find Daisuke, who was sitting legs-crossed at one corner of the room. Unlike his father, the blue lion was attired in a cheap-looking black suit with a red bowtie and silver cufflinks shaped like a spiral. He rubbed his hands together after throwing a small bottle behind him, then approached the duo of naked wolves.

"Wait... I know you," the young wolf, still a little dizzy, squinted to get a better look at the lion. His eyes went wide open after he recognized his face. "You're my father's assistant...," his clarity disappeared once his mind refused to give the lion's name, and the confusion and frustration came back to his expression the more he tried to remember it. "Fuck... was it Dali?"

"I guess it's not that relevant to you, just like everything else," Daisuke just shrugged. "It's Daisuke, by the way."

"Yeah! Daisuke, I knew it! Hey buddy, you gotta get us out of here. We met some weird chicks at the bar and they seem to be into some very sick shit," the chubby wolf returned to looking around, afraid of the mentioned females suddenly appearing.

"Still in denial, huh? Well, I'm not surprised."

Harold was about to say something else, but he froze after he saw Daisuke scratching his father's chin, to which he replied wagging his tail furiously.

"I've heard you're a menace. Getting in trouble and using your influence to evade consequences. I don't like to get into family matters, but this could throw away all the effort I've put into your father."

"Effort...?" He wrinkled his nose. He also noticed he was fully naked too. When he looked back at Daisuke, he saw him putting a leash on his father's collar.

"I managed to fix his image. And it's my duty to protect it."

"Wait..."

His heart sank when the realization came to him. The young wolf had his face distorted by the fear of what was coming, a punishment that never crossed his mind until that precise moment. His claws came out as he clenched to the armrests, shaking in place. The smile Daisuke offered to him was all he needed to confirm his suspicions.

"You sick fuck! Release me, now! What the fuck are you doing, dad?"

The joyful expression on his father's face didn't disappear. Instead, it got more intense right after Harold began to scream.

"Don't bother calling for help. We're completely alone here. And before you say it, no, I haven't coerced your father into this. He happily agreed to it."

"... what?"

With each word uttered by the lion, despair grew in his soul. Harold flinched when he saw Daisuke approaching, only to stand behind him in the space between the chair and the bed.

"This is for your own good, son," Wolfo said.

With a snap of his fingers, Daisuke sent Wolfo to his knees, where he adopted a pleading pose, holding both hands in the air.

"Your father was a rebellious one too, but you already know that. Wonder why the sudden change before the elections?" Daisuke put his hands on Harold's shoulders, who immediately tried in vain to get them off of him. "I helped him too."

Harold grunted. Daisuke's presence made him feel uncomfortable, and he wanted nothing else but to kick the lion's ass.

"I'll be upfront with you, Harold. I know you are a spoiled brat. You go around telling everyone what to do and getting away with your mischiefs. You believe to be above the law and wanna treat this city as your playground. Many would find that despicable. Your own father doesn't want that for you. But I don't wanna change that."

He didn't expect Daisuke to say that. The wolf looked at him over his shoulder and found the blue lion offering him a gentle but strangely ominous smile.

"One time I heard your father say 'the strong ones have a right to rule those beneath them', and I think he's right. But more than a right, we are obliged to do so.

"What do you mean by we...?"

Harold wrinkled his nose again. There was a weak and peculiar scent in the air, one he barely perceived over his father and Daisuke's musk.

"For a male in charge of a city, he can't control you. Some might think he loves you too much to hurt you, but I believe he's simply too weak. There's nothing he can do to change you. So he has to ask his assistant, who is also stronger than him, for help."

There was that scent again. Now that his nose had caught it, Harold couldn't ignore it anymore. He looked around, hoping to find a candle or a humidifier. It didn't bother him; in fact, it was relaxing. And a voice inside his head kept on telling him to breathe more and more of it. But it intrigued him too in a way he couldn't explain.

"You have spent your entire life in charge of everyone around you. Why would I change that?"

His hands moved down to grope his pecs. He never allowed anyone--not even females--to put a hand on him the way Daisuke was doing it. But rather than discomfort, the lion's skilled fingers traced a dance over his bare chest that he started to find alluring. He felt a tingle as he approached his nipples, extremely sensitive to the touch. But Daisuke, still a man, wasn't supposed to cause him any pleasure. Harold grunted, getting more agitated as he failed to ignore the sensation. And that scent, that damn scent in the air that refused to leave.

"Change has to be gradual or people might get suspicious. Your father's temper distracts others from the sudden change in his politics, especially after he won the Election. But you are different. Any change in you will be noticeable. It's gonna draw attention one way or another. How do we deal with that? We gotta learn to act discreetly."

Harold sighed with relief after Daisuke moved his hands away before he got hard. He then got confused after seeing those big, blue hands moving to the bindings holding his wrists. Was he really gonna release him? The wolf knew it was his opportunity to beat the shit out of that pussy and make him pay, and yet he didn't move after Daisuke untied him. Why? He asked to himself. Was that lion thinking he could get away after what he did? He humiliated him AND his father! And yet Harold couldn't move a single muscle.

"I like the young brat you are right now, Harold. But you need to learn how to keep things down. I can teach you how to get out of trouble with nothing else but your voice. You have a lovely voice, you know that? You can tell others what to do and where to go. You can have them on the palm of your hand, and they will obey."

Right after saying that, Daisuke deposited the leash on Harold's right hand. Before it fell from its weight, the wolf held it firmly and looked at his father, who had remained in the same pleading pose since he knelt. He knew his father was an asshole, the type of guy that sent his bodyguards to intimidate those who speak ill of him. Then why he looked so calm in that position? Was Daisuke blackmailing him? Was that a bet? Was his old man a kinky person? Question after question bombarded his already weakened mind in a desperate attempt to find an answer, something that could explain what was going on. Yet he saw no signs of anger or distress on his father's face; the old Wolfo was, in fact, happy.

"Puppy, lick your son's paws."

"What...?"

Without a doubt, Wolfo obeyed his order, and the fat wolf went on his fours and started licking Harold's paws in the same way he did to Daisuke. His son cringed at first, but he also felt strangely aroused by the wet tongue moving up and down his beans. He stared in disbelief at the joyful expression shown by his father while he humiliated himself... and for what reason? He refused to believe he agreed to it.

But seconds passed by and Wolfo continued licking. Harold gnashed his fangs and grunted as the large tongue continued licking and cleaning his huge paws. It moved between the fingers and left them covered in saliva. Why was he doing that? He wanted to ask, but no words came through his mouth. The shock had left the young wolf speechless.

"I'm sure you have a lot of questions, and I'll be happy to answer all of them. But right now, you should enjoy this moment. You hold your father's reins. You are in control. The wolf that is in charge of the city is licking your paws as the good pet he is. Because he is weak. You, on the other hand, are strong."

Daisuke resumed the massage on Harold's shoulders, applying enough pressure to relax his muscles. The young wolf continued in denial, but his body refused to act, leaving him to watch as his father moved from paw to paw, licking them with enthusiasm. And that scent, that damn scent was getting stronger by the second. He finally started to perceive a smell similar to mint. And lavender. It tickled his nose.

"You were born with that privilege. You are entitled to it. And it's your right to command those beneath you. Like the officer who stopped you. Like the father who spoiled you. And everyone else living in this city. So why don't you stop worrying and enjoy this moment?"

Entitled. Yes. He was entitled to his privilege. Harold let his guard down for a moment, enough to let Daisuke's words get through his thick skull. And the change, while subtle, was notorious on his entire body, whose muscles relaxed more and more as the lion continued his massage.

"Is this any different from what your father has been doing so far? You get in trouble and he immediately comes to your aid. Your father provided you with anything you asked for. You enjoy privileges that no other citizen has access to. While invisible, you have always held your father's reins, using this old man to your advantage. He has always been weaker than you. He has always been a pet to you."

Daisuke wasn't lying. His father acted like an asshole, but he always tried on other people's good side, doing whatever was needed to succeed. He had no shame. He had no pride. He pretended to be an asshole when in reality he was everyone's pet. His pet. The hand holding the leash clenched to it and the wolf had a strong urge to pull it.

"Take a deep breath, Harold. Enjoy your triumph over your old man."

Sweet. Delicate. Harold took a deep breath and shivered. Mint and lavender. The two fragrances mixed perfectly into a scent that relaxed his body but also made him feel more awake and full of energy. The sensations he was feeling got stronger. His awareness got sharper. But his focus was entirely on the lion's voice, who had leaned down to speak in a lower tone.

"It feels good, right? Knowing you have someone under your control. Watch him do anything you ask him. He will obey. Why don't you press your paw against his face?"

Those big fingers moved with an unnatural skill, pulling the strings of Harold's body without his knowledge. A faint smile finally appeared on his face as he raised his right paw to do what Daisuke ordered, much to Wolfo's delight. The fat wolf wagged his tail vigorously, holding his son's paw like a treasure. Disgusting. Humiliating. Those words crossed Harold's head, touching that sickening nerve that made him see himself above everybody else.

The sight of his erection made him snap out of it, turning his ego into shame when he realized what a male was doing to him. His fear made him push Wolfo away, sending him to the ground and dropping the leash from his hand. Before he jumped out of the chair, Daisuke held him tightly by the shoulders.

"What's the matter? What are you afraid of?" The lion asked, looking straight at the throbbing erection.

"I'm... I'm not gay...," the wolf replied shyly.

"No one says you are. No one is judging you for this. What excites you is not your father, but the control you have over him."

Harold stared at his cock. It looked bigger and thicker than he remembered. The red shaft throbbed furiously with pre pouring out from the tip. He couldn't remember feeling that excited before. And now that he was no longer holding the leash, he immediately started to miss it.

As soon as he settled down, Daisuke put a stop to his massage and went to pick up the leash. He whispered something to Wolfo, who then stood next to his son, holding both hands behind his back. In that position, Harold couldn't resist the urge to look at his father's cock, hanging there between his legs. His size was impressive even flaccid, but Harold was confident his was still bigger than Wolfo's. "Even in that I'm better", the young wolf thought, looking back at Daisuke, who had knelt to continue his massage on his paws.

"It feels good to be in charge, right?" Daisuke stopped just to take a good whiff of Harold's paws. "It's nice to be at the top of the world. I can relate to that. I know how powerful it makes you feel. What if you could stay at the top? With no one else to threaten your throne?"

The fingers moved slowly, drawing circles over his pads. Harold found himself more and more relaxed as the massage continued. A silly smile grew on his face, captivated by the proposition made by the lion. He looked into his eyes and found it impossible to look away from the green emeralds shining in them.

"Relax. Take a deep breath. You are the King right now. You rule everyone in this room. And you can rule those outside too. Breathe deeply and relax."

And the wolf obeyed. He liked being in charge. He liked having control over his father. It was like being the one in command of the city. That's what he deserved, yes. A throne and slaves. A Kingdom to rule them all. He was born to be a leader. He sank deeply into his fantasy, no longer recognizing if his words were his or Daisuke's.

Still standing next to him, Wolfo looked with jealousy at the massage his son was receiving. It was strange to feel jealous of his own son. Wolfo always did his best to please his Master, all to get his praises and attention whenever they were alone. He never thought of sharing Master's hands with someone else, least his own son. But if that's what his Master wanted to do, he had no right to complain. Besides, he knew this was for Harold's sake.

His mind didn't see anything wrong in Daisuke's actions. He knew what was coming to the young wolf and still did nothing to stop the lion. The locks and knots put by Daisuke around his mind limited his vision of the world and forced him into an unbreakable loyalty to the lion he saw as Master. Wolfo had no reason to question what Daisuke did when they were alone. So if the lion wanted to hypnotize his son, Wolfo would allow it. He would do anything to please his Master.

Harold was the only one clueless about what was coming. Blindfolded by his ego and pride, the wolf fell straight into Daisuke's trap, whose words acted like chains slowly closing around his dumb mind. He knew the wolf was easy to work even for a beginner, and indulged himself into letting Harold snap out of trance momentarily, putting enough pressure on the right spots of his paw, before pulling him back into it. So thrilling were the disgust and confusion visible on his face that Daisuke found himself repeating the same action, giving Harold barely enough time to wonder why he was allowing that.

"Cheke would've loved this," he thought, conscious of the joy his teacher got from weak minds like Harold's.

"Can I... can I be in charge?" Harold asked suddenly.

"Of course you can. And you will. Take a deep breath and relax. Enjoy the pleasure of having others under your control. You are the strongest one. You reign this city. You are the only Master. And you will be in charge as long as you breathe deeply and relax. Listen to my voice as I will tell you what to do. Follow my commands and you will be in control. Let me guide you."

The scent was almost intoxicating by that point. With each deep breath, Harold felt more and more sleepy. The details of the room became vague and his eyelids heavier. He was no longer understanding what Daisuke was saying, but somehow his mind was. With a gesture, the lion called his father to kneel beside him and together started to lick and massage his paws, making Harold feel like the King he always knew he was.

Only a part of his mind tried to resist--the part that Daisuke allowed to do so. He woke up for a brief moment to a lion licking his paws with an enthusiasm that matched his father's and was disgusted by it, only to doze off moments later. He opened his eyes and cringed at the sight of his throbbing cock covered in pre, and then went back to sleep. He was startled at the taste left by the word Master in his mouth, just to look back at Daisuke with a smile on his face as the lion put a brand new collar around his neck to match his father's. Then he fell asleep, and a part of himself never woke up.

Daisuke continued his massage even after putting the collar around a zonked Harold. Wolfo saw his son completely relaxed, drooling over his big belly while his Master continued rubbing and licking the left paw of his new pet. Although he still felt jealous over the divided attention, he was happy to have helped his Master into subjugating his son.

He was about to continue licking the right paw when an oddity took place in the shape of an idea crossing through his mind. With eyes wide open and a huge smile, Wolfo faced his Master and said energetically:

"We should do the same with my father!"

Daisuke, however, didn't share his enthusiasm. The lion froze in place for a moment, then slowly turned to look at his pet. "Don't think, just obey", that was the rule whenever Wolfo used the collar. He wasn't supposed to have any type of idea when he had the collar on. Yet, he had one.

"You mean... Senator Corso?" It was the first time Daisuke hesitated.

Wolfo only replied with a quick nod. He meant it. His smile and excitement were real. And that was enough to push again that twisted button in the corners of his head. A weak smile appeared on the lion's face, and it continued growing as he pictured the scene before him.

"Yeah... I guess it's time for a family meeting."

Cheke never expected to have Daisuke back at the spa, much less with his brand-new pet already brainwashed like that. Sitting over the massage table, he listened to how Daisuke executed his hypnosis on the Mayor's son and the plan suggested by Wolfo. After running a couple of tests to prove the obedience of both wolves, his serious expression turned into a proud one, and he patted Daisuke on the head, messing a little with his blue mane.

"You're ambitious, I gotta say. And way too reckless to hypnotize not one, but two public figures that are also related. And now you want a third one?"

There was no severity in his words, yet Daisuke felt a little threatened by them.

"I believe it's a proper punishment? A lot of people are still mad at Senator Corso for a couple of laws that affected the City."

"Don't remind that," he looked at the calendar hanging from his wall, made with photographs he took of his own pets and slaves. "Order your boss to give you some vacations and come help me for a couple of weeks."

"Any particular reason for that, boss?" Daisuke inquired, getting closer to the white tiger.

"Senator Corso is not like his son or grandson, and your little tricks aren't gonna work with him. You need to get back in the business if you're going for him. Feel free to use the shop until then," with that said, Cheke took a red marker and drew a circle on Day 30. "Make me proud, Daisuke."