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James walked heavily down the street, his shoulders slumped, his back leaned forward, one of the straps of his backpack fell down his arm, and his narrowed eyes betrayed the lousy day the wolf had had in college. The canine had never been popular in high school, he hadn't excelled in classes or sports, he hadn't had a group of friends to go out with for fun or extracurricular activities, he wasn't charismatic or handsome either, and as he began his college studies his social fortunes hadn't changed. Now James found himself alone in a distant city, with no acquaintances or relatives, with the little money his parents sent him, and a hostile environment in which it seemed impossible to fit in.

That day had been especially bad for the wolf, his laptop had crashed in the middle of class during an exam, taking up all his concentration on the expense it would take to repair it and how long it would take. James just wanted to go back to his semi-empty apartment, hide in his bed and sleep until the next day.

Stopping at a particularly busy corner, the young wolf noticed an elderly crow who was on a walker, had black glasses, and had been completely still for several minutes. As the light was red and James waited, he looked back at the old man, snorted, and approached the raven.

"Excuse me, sir, do you need help crossing the street?" offered James, bringing his snout close to the old man's ear, in case the crow was also deaf.

"I don't know...I'm looking for a record store, is there one across the street?" asked the old man, looking this way and that, as if trying to find his interlocutor.

"No, sir, I've been coming home this way for two months now and I've never seen a record store. But I hear a few streets down from here there's a music store, maybe they have records too or know where to get them," James replied patiently, feeling a slight interest in finally having a conversation with someone else.

"Could you take me to that store, young man?" the old crow asked again, his voice trembling.

The wolf paused to think about it for a moment, looked at the time on his cell phone, snorted, and replied, "Yes, I can walk you there."

At a slow pace, the two males moved in another direction, through the sea of people returning home from their activities or to enjoy a leisurely time in one of the hundreds of bars and restaurants downtown.

"Here's the place, in the window there are only instruments but inside they have cassettes, dvds, and some vinyl," the wolf explained.

"Thank you very much, young man. Very few stop to help the elderly these days. Do me one last favor and accept this," said the old crow, digging in his pocket and stretching his hand in the direction of the canine.

"Oh no, it was no trouble at all, you don't have to compensate me with anything," James hastened to reply, holding up his hands in refusal.

"Please accept it, it's an old badge I got at a recital many, many years ago, it has no sentimental value anymore, but I remember it was a very nice ornament," the raven explained, making an effort to keep his trembling hand outstretched.

The wolf hesitated for a moment but finally accepted the gift, which he immediately put in his pocket without even looking at it.

"Thank you very much, sir. I'll take a closer look at it when I get home," the lupine admitted.

"A reward worthy of a hero, my boy. By the way, I recommend you take a close look at the ornament in the center, it's somewhat peculiar," the old man advised.

James said goodbye to the old crow and headed for home again. In a few minutes he was back at the corner where he met the old man, crossed the street and a few yards later arrived at his apartment.

Opening the metal door of his small home, the wolf sighed, left his backpack on the counter next to the sink, took his phone and, without taking off his clothes, lay down on the mattress on which he slept, which was in direct contact with the floor as he had not reached the money to buy the full bed.

James began to check the few messages he had, a couple from friends and family in his hometown, as he settled on the mattress. As he turned over on his left leg, he felt something hard dig against his skin, causing him to set aside his cell phone and dig into his pocket to see what the cause was. James chuckled as he came across the small object the raven had given him, resting his eyes for the first time on the strange gift.

The old man's souvenir was a small, circular, coin-sized plate that inside held an amber-colored pellet, with intricate figures swirling around its core. The wolf, without getting up from the mattress, placed the gift against the light, closed one of his eyes and slowly brought it close to the other. Instantly, James felt his mind fall into a deep, dark pit, under an immense amber sun that seemed to melt like a spoonful of honey over a fire, mesmerizing him with the strange figures that moved like tentacles.

A drop of liquid fell directly on the wolf's eye, producing a slight pain and a sensation of discomfort that blinded him for a few seconds. When the lupine regained his sight, a feeling of claustrophobia came over him, a headache that seemed about to knock him out, and a dizziness worthy of a night of uncontrolled drinking.

With what little strength he had left, James got up from his mattress, reached the door of his apartment and ran out, breathing in great gulps of the cool night air as he wandered aimlessly away from his home.

As the canine's legs began to shake with fatigue, the young man could see a few feet away a wooden bench which he approached without hesitation and sat down heavily. His symptoms had subsided to a slight dizziness that soon disappeared as he caught his breath on the bench. As he calmed down, James looked around him: a stone path, a not very lush forest, a lamp in the distance, and a public restroom a few steps from where he had sat. The wolf nodded, guessing that, in his sickly wandering, he had reached the park a few blocks from his apartment.

When the lupine managed to steady himself, he rose from the bench and walked carefully toward the restrooms. The interior of the small building was in good condition, with no foul odor and the lights working. James walked over to the nearest sink, turned the faucet and gathered fresh water with his hands to splash his face several times.

As James finished drying his face with the sleeve of his shirt and looked in the mirror, another person entered the bathroom. For a second, the two strangers exchanged glances.

"Give me your wallet, asshole!" threatened a young white rat with a shout holding a sharp knife in his hand, pointing it firmly at the wolf.

"Fuck! N-No, please!" shouted James, backing away towards the opposite wall of the door.

"I'm not going to say it again! Give me your fucking wallet or I'll cut your throat!" the rat threatened again, this time bringing his free hand to his head, as if suffering from a severe headache.

"I didn't bring my wallet! Please stop!" pleaded the wolf, slamming his back against the bathroom wall and covering both arms over his face.

The criminal took a few more steps closer to the lupine and stopped dead in his tracks, silently. When James opened his eyes and lowered his arms, in front of him stood the rat, watching and waiting.

"W-what's wrong?" stammered the canine.

"You told me to stop," replied the thief.

"Is this a joke?" asked James suspiciously, not taking his eyes off the stranger.

"No...but I can tell you a joke if you like," the rodent replied again.

"Is that knife for real?" asked the wolf again, approaching the thief.

"Yes...I was going to use it to stab you if you didn't give me your wallet," replied the rat, with cold sincerity.

"Could you...put it away?" asked James, somewhat confused by the situation that seemed strange, horrifying and uncomfortable in equal parts.

"Yes," the rodent immediately agreed, and put his weapon away in a holster he had hidden in his pants.

"That's a really bad taste joke... Is anyone filming or do you have a hidden camera around here?" asked the wolf, now with a tone that made his anger clear.

"No, but if you want, I can film you with my cell phone," offered the rat, reaching for his phone in another of his pockets.

"Okay, enough!" yelled James, snarling at the offender.

"Yes, apologies," the rodent obeyed, put his cell phone away again and stood still, waiting.

"Okay... What's your name, asshole?" asked the lupine, raising an eyebrow and crossing his arms.

"Bastian," the thief replied hastily.

"Okay...Bastian, so are you going to do as I command or something?" continued James, trying to understand the ridiculous joke he had gotten himself into.

"Yes, I'll do as you command," the rat affirmed without hesitation for a second.

"Okay, let's see how far you play along. Kneel down and take out your cell phone," the wolf ordered, thinking the rodent was some kind of streamer who was in the middle of one of those weird challenges those people like to do.

The rat nodded and immediately dropped to his knees, holding his phone in his right hand, waiting for further orders.

"Now I'm going to put my balls on your face and you will take a picture where your face is clearly visible," the wolf explained, shortening the little distance that remained between the two males and, to which the stranger simply nodded, proceeded to pull down his pants, exposing his testicles and resting them on the rodent's snout.

When the lupine's warm, hairy balls were still, the rat simply raised his hand, arranged his cell phone at an ideal angle and snapped the picture he had been instructed to take.

"Good...now upload that picture to all your social networks," James continued, looking intently at what the other guy was doing.

"Yes," Bastian replied and immediately opened one of his social networks, chose the photo and started getting everything ready to upload the file.

"Stop!" shouted the wolf when he saw that the rodent was serious.

Bastian stopped immediately before uploading the image and looked up, directly into the wolf's face, waiting for further orders.

"Okay, I get it, you're out of your mind. Stand up," James said, as he pulled his own pants back up.

"No, I'm right in the head," replied the rat, standing up and waiting for his master's next words.

"So...are you my slave or something?" the wolf asked, grimacing with his mouth.

"I can be whatever you command...or at least try," Bastian confirmed.

"Well...what can you offer me?" continued James, with an incredulous tone.

"Right now I have: my knife, my phone, fifty dollars, five cigarettes, my clothes, my body...in my house I have more things to give you," listed the offender.

"Your body? Are you gay?" asked the lupine, perking up his ears attentively.

"No, I just like girls," said the rodent.

"But...if I ordered you to suck my cock or pull down your pants for me to fuck you, would you do it?" hypothesized James, waiting with rather more interest for the stranger's answer.

"Yes, I will do as you command without hesitation," affirmed the rat.

"Have you ever been fucked in the ass?" asked the wolf, grinning wickedly.

"No, besides my friends would beat me to death if I did something like that," said the delinquent.

"Drop your pants," James ordered, crossing his arms and waiting.

The rodent nodded his head and immediately unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants, exposing his genitals, a flaccid tube of flesh about four inches long, covered by a pelt with fine white fur concealing even his glans, below hung at an uneven height a pair of large balls.

"Wow...you have no underwear," said the wolf, surprised to see the rat's manhood out in the open.

"Yes, I like to feel my penis against my legs when I walk," Bastian explained calmly.

Without a second's hesitation, the canine leaned over to the rat's member and took it in his hands, length and testicles, stroking and squeezing it lightly, producing in the other male a slow numbness.

"I've never seen a rodent's cock before... it feels so soft and strange," James admitted, not stopping his hands from moving.

"Yes, sir, we're very different down there," Bastian affirmed without the slightest startle, as the contact with the lupine's hands continued to build his erection.

"Do you like this, Bastian?" the wolf inquired, looking up to meet his slave's eyes.

"No, sir, it feels unpleasant and uncomfortable..." said the rodent truthfully.

"Good... well now you are going to like it, from now on you will be a gay submissive and only desire my cock," James ordered.

"Yes, sir, now it feels good," Bastian agreed in the same monotone he had been using for a long while now.

The wolf straightened up and stood watching the other male waiting motionless, he grimaced and thought for a moment, then asked the rat, "Could you behave as you always do while still serving me and being... gay?"

"I could try, although my normal character is not at all subservient," Bastian explained.

"Then... How about a middle ground? You'll act like your usual self but you'll be gay and you'll find me quite attractive," James detailed.

"Yes, sir," nodded the rodent.

The lupine stood waiting, expectant to see the change he had just ordered. Several seconds passed but nothing happened, just them standing in silence, waiting for something that was never going to happen.

"What are you waiting for?" protested the wolf.

"I'm waiting for you to tell me when to start, sir," replied the rat, calmly.

"Now?" asked James, somewhat confused.

"Now?" returned Bastian's question.

"Yes! Right now!" shouted the canine.

The rodent nodded one last time and closed his eyes, making strange gestures with his face, discomfort, disgust, fear, a shiver. When Bastian opened his eyes again his look had changed completely, the parsimony he had maintained since he put his knife down was gone, his natural aggressiveness had returned.

"Why the fuck do I have my pants down?" the rodent growled, looking down before bending down to pull his pants back up.

"We were about to fuck..." replied the wolf, a bit frightened by the tone of voice his assailant had regained.

"Here? Are you that desperate?" asked Bastian, holding up a grimace of distaste at the sight of the filthy bathroom they found themselves in.

"Not really...If you want, we could go all the way to my apartment," James offered, somewhat nervously.

"Nah...No need to wait, for a cute guy like you," the rodent said, taking a few steps towards the canine, resting both hands on the tall male's hips and giving him a mischievous grin.

"W-Well...we could do something quick and then go to my apartment," James mumbled, realizing how difficult it was to deal with a partner quite a bit more active than he was a few seconds ago.

"Yeah, yeah, then we'll go to your place. Now pull your pants down a bit and stand against the wall...the cleanest one you see..." the rat ordered, again inspecting the place for any nooks and crannies that weren't damp.

" T-turn me around? I thought I'd be top..." stammered the wolf, smiling nervously as he looked at the other male, who barely reached his chest.

"Sorry, honey, I'm only top, therefore you're bottom. Now turn around, let's not waste any more time," Bastian ordered again, with a confidence that clearly established his dominance.

James nodded, walked over to the wall by the sinks and pulled his pants down enough to expose his buttocks.

Bastian stood behind the other male and pulled down his pants as well, just enough to get his penis and testicles out. After groping the canine's ass a bit, he said, "Bend your legs a little, honey, I can't reach your hole."

"Y-Yes...Be gentle, please...it's my first time," James admitted, somewhat uneasy as he felt the other male settling in behind him.

The rodent stretched the wolf's buttocks and, upon visualizing the canine's small anus, released a precise spit, causing the tender, virgin hole to contract upon contact with the moist gift.

"Easy, I'm going to treat you like a brother, you're going to like it..." stated Bastian, resting his hardened glans on the lupine's small rear entrance.

James felt the rat's warm manhood in his anus and moaned at the words of the male who was about to take his virginity.

A forced thrust drove Bastian's first part into James, and made the wolf cry out in pain. The burning was unbearable for the canine, a dominant male was taking him for the first time and it hurt, more than he expected. But he couldn't escape either, as the rodent's firm hands held him in place.

"Aah! W-Wait, please!" groaned James pitifully, breathing heavily.

"Shh...quiet," whispered Bastian, lying still inside the wolf as he stroked the canine's belly with his right hand.

A brief moment later, the rat pulled his penis out of James' irritated anus, stretched his buttocks again and spat into the reddened hole, producing a slight relief in the canine. The rodent also spat into his hand and lubricated his thick penis before plunging it back into the other male, who gritted his teeth and again let out a groan from the burning, though now more muffled than before.

James dug his claws into the wall, his hands trembling and his entire body jerking every time the rodent's small body slammed into his, making him feel his insides open up as the wet tube of flesh pushed through, pressing as if it were a savage force that was out of control, forcing the canine to accept the rough experience that his ass would remember for days to come.

Bastian accelerated his ramming, gripping the wolf tighter in his hands until the moment came. The rodent sighed and rested his head on the canine's back as his testicles throbbed and his penis pumped powerful, warm jets of semen into the other male's bowels, marking his guts for the first time with the rat's male juice, which until now had only been for females.

"Whew... done...you got a real nice ass, bro," snorted the criminal, pulling his penis out of the wolf's used anus, with a thick trickle of cum connecting his foreskin to the hole he had just deflowered.

The lupine contracted his anus, feeling the uncomfortable burning caused by the friction of penetration, but quickly relaxed it to reduce the contact, expelling two spurts of rodent jizz, the first dropping to the floor while the second wetted his pants and underwear.

"Nooo! I thought you were going to keep it inside until we got to your house," Bastian said in a disappointed tone.

"Fuck! My pants!" groaned the wolf, brushing away some of the thick liquid that was slowly running down the fabric of his clothes with his hands.

"Ha ha ha! My cum looks really good on you," taunted the rat as he enjoyed the show.

James wiped himself as best he could and pulled up his pants, feeling the wet underwear against the fur of his ass, and warm fluid continuing to slowly trickle out of his hole and pool on the fabric of his boxer briefs.

"This is not at all erotic or romantic as I had imagined," the canine growled, moving over to one of the sinks to wash his hands.

"Don't worry, if you squeezed your asshole you would have come home wet too, I left your hole open enough for my cum to drip out when you walked," the rodent explained, as he put a cigarette in his mouth and lit it.

The wolf wrinkled his nose as he smelled the tobacco smoke, glared at the male who had taken his virginity a few minutes ago, and commanded, "Put that shit out, the smell is unbearable."

Hearing this, Bastian's pupils contracted, freezing for a few seconds. Upon regaining his consciousness, the rodent threw his cigarette to the ground and crushed it with his sneaker, then pulled the other cigars out of his pocket and dropped them.

"You're right, I've been smoking this shit for years and I don't even like it," the rat admitted.

James was surprised to see what had happened, that simple order had been like a small edit, simple and precise that didn't take the slightest effort. This raised the wolf's curiosity, he had to experiment more , what kind of power did he have over the rat?

"'You will spend the night with me,'" the wolf commanded, pointing to the other male.

"Sure, let's go," Bastian replied.

The two males left the public restrooms and crossed the park, which at this time of night was completely deserted. As they crossed the street, motorists once again made their presence known in the city at night. James also saw a few pedestrians as they approached the building in which his apartment was located.

As he climbed the stairs, the canine pulled out his keys and tried to open the door to his home, at which point he realized it was unlocked. In his frantic nighttime escape he had forgotten to lock the door, fortunately it seemed that no curious criminals had noticed this.

Entering his apartment, along with his companion, James double-locked the door, undressed, left his dirty clothes in a hamper, walked to his bathroom and turned on the shower.

"Remind me your name?" the wolf asked, eyeing the rat who had stood waiting by the front door.

"Bastian, did the shaking I gave you already make you forget?" the rodent replied cheerfully.

"Funny...get undressed, you'll bathe with me," James ordered, feeling more and more power over the other male.

"Yes," nodded the rodent hurriedly, quickly undressed, and stood naked next to the wolf, waiting for him like a soldier.

James stood for a moment watching the rodent, disgruntled as he remembered that this short male had been the cause of the uncomfortable burning he felt in his ass. At that moment, the wolf contracted his anus again and felt an excruciating pain from the irritated flesh, a fresh reminder of his recent loss of virginity.

"Get in the shower," the canine ordered, pointing his guest to the small opening in the sliding door of the glass structure that surrounded the shower.

Bastian nodded and walked under the shower of warm water, which quickly drenched all of his white fur. Behind the rodent, the wolf entered, who took the bottle of shampoo, poured some on the rat's black hair, and began massaging the little male's head.

"Do you feel anything strange?" asked James.

"Strange...in what way?" Bastian returned the question, somewhat confused, as he soaped his armpits.

"I don't know...Like you're not you anymore or like you're being controlled," the wolf tried to explain.

"Nothing out of the ordinary, at least not that I can tell," the rat assured, running the bar of soap over his testicles.

As James finished rinsing Bastian's hair, he noticed a small scar on his left shoulder.

"What happened to you here?" the wolf asked, stroking the scar with his fingers.

"A fight with my brother," the rat replied, setting the bar of soap aside before rinsing the rest of his body.

"Must have been a bad wound..." said James, as he picked up the soap without taking his eyes off the mark.

"You should have seen how the other one ended," replied the rodent, with a jocular tone.

"How did the other one end?" the wolf asked again.

At that moment, Bastian turned, and stared James straight in the eyes for an instant. The rat's lips were quivering and his shoulders had slumped, he no longer had the tough, dangerous, rough guy semblance he had been maintaining since the moment the wolf had first met him.

"Nothing happened to him...nothing happened to him, I was weak and couldn't defend my sisters or myself," the rodent confessed, babbling a memory he had never shared with anyone else.

James dropped the soap from his hands upon hearing this, the tone in which the rat had said it was heartbreaking and miserable. The wolf didn't know how to react and after a few seconds, he hugged the short male in front of him. Bastian's face was protected by the canine's chest.

When both males emerged from the bathroom, all was silent, the deep night had muffled the sounds from outside, numbing the senses of the few that remain awake at that hour.

James took Bastian by the hand and they both walked to the lupine's bed. They both lay naked on the old mattress, pulled the covers over themselves and closed their eyes, trying to fall asleep.

The wolf lay there for a long while thinking about everything that had happened that day, this strange power he had gained, his first time, and being confided in by the deep vulnerability of a complete stranger. James felt confused, he needed to sort out his thoughts and secure his suspicions, was it really magic or a tangle of luck and lies?

'A macabre joke of fate,' was the last thing the wolf thought before he let himself be overcome by sleep.