FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Kevin could never understand the appeal of clothing shopping; as he looked around at the others that eagerly went from store to store in the mall they were almost giddy with the purchases that they had made, some of them even wearing what they had just bought as he could see the price tags hanging down from it. Of course there were others that followed behind with depressed looks on their faces or were shopping for themselves that had the same look, and the white-furred wolf felt himself strongly a part of that particular category. If it wasn't for the fact that his new job required a dress code and his mostly worn out wardrobe wouldn't cut it he wouldn't even be there and instead would have chosen something far more entertaining to spend his weekend. It was also quite costly as his journey had uncovered several places where just a single outfit would have set him back to the point where he may not have been able to make rent that month even with his new job.

Perhaps the mall was not the best place for him to try and shop, Kevin thought to himself as he went down towards the back of the large building. At this point the mall mostly turned into supplement, adult novelty, and candle stores that weren't quite good enough to be on the main floor. He just wanted to do a quick jaunt around and see if there was anything remotely good that he could utilize before giving up and spending his savings on clothing, only to find that there was one place that had piqued his interest. It was essentially a mystery box store; while he had initially passed it thinking that he wouldn't find anything in there he paused when he saw that it advertised clothing boxes in many sizes and had categories for professional and casual wear. Though it was hard to believe that he would find what he was looking for in the midst of what appeared to be repackaged junk the prices were low enough that he stopped in to take a look.

"Hello there!" A voice called out as soon as he stepped inside, the wolf turning to see a rather large and muscular bull man standing there with an easy smile on his face. "Welcome to my humble shop, my name is Modino. Is there anything in particular that I can help you with today?"

"Well, maybe," Kevin replied as he found the bigger man to be slightly intimidating, especially in a store full of boxes that were practically packed from floor to ceiling. "Wow, there is a lot of stuff here, where did you get it all?"

"My friends and I happen to be avid collectors of many things," Modino explained. "In here is a lot of duplicates and other things that we already have more than enough of, but I assure you that everything is of the highest quality. Everything is marked with a specific category and a few other details concerning things like sizing, and we only have two rules; you can't see what's in the box until you pay for it, and you can't open it until you get home."

That sounded... a bit strange, though as Kevin looked at what the boxes contained he guessed that some of the appeal of a mystery box store was the mystery part. As he looked around at the wares that the bull had he noticed that there was one section in particular that contained all manner of clothing. There was formal, casual, sporty... as well as spandex and fetish, which caused the wolf to blush slightly despite himself. Though he shouldn't have been surprised the fact he couldn't see anything made it hard for him to wrap his head around what Modino had, which once more was likely the point as his blue eyes flitted from box to box until he found what he was looking for. Formal clothing in his size... and from what the box said there was a guarantee of at least ten outfits with the potential for more.

While it was slightly pricey at fifty dollars Kevin decided to take a chance and gave Modino the money for the rather large box. Much to his relief the bull said that if it was too big for his car he could have it delivered, which the wolf took advantage of and said that would be great. There was also no charge for the shipping either, which was nice, and after a bit more conversation he thanked the other man and said he was a lifesaver. With his wardrobe problem potentially solved Kevin once more thanked the shop keeper and went about on his way back through the mall.

A few hours later Kevin returned back to his apartment and found that the box was already waiting for him at his front door. That was fast, the wolf marveled as he checked to make sure it was his before dragging it inside. At first he had a hard time fitting it through the door but thanks to the pliable nature of the cardboard and the contents within he got it through the threshold and to the other side. After taking a second to breathe he closed his front door and brought it to the living room where he set it on the table, grabbing a knife and carefully slicing open the tape to open it.

All Kevin could hope was that they would be workplace appropriate and that he didn't waste his money, but as he carefully opened the flaps and looked inside what he found was not what he had been expecting in the slightest. "Are these... basketball uniforms?" Kevin said to himself as he picked one of them up, the fabric glinting in the light as he saw that there was a number zero on it. "What in the hell? This isn't formal at all!"

Along with the jersey top and shorts Kevin also found what was essentially a speedo in the same silky fabric, the number zero emblazoned on the crotch as he put his hand to his head. While the uniform felt like it would be quite soft and comfortable this was not what he needed at all; he wasn't about to field some sports team, he was trying to look professional for work! After putting the zero uniform aside he dug around in the box a bit and found that they were all identical to one another, which caused him to sigh and think about how he was going to get this back to the store. When he pulled himself back up he noticed a piece of paper that had been neglected until that moment, which when Kevin read it had four simple words on it.

No refunds. No substitutions.

Kevin groaned loudly as he saw what was essentially the waste of his fifty dollars staring at him in the face. While he still had a few days to get clothing for his job he didn't know what he would do with a box full of uniforms, though as he looked at the zero one that he had set out he found himself pondering. The material had been of high quality as promised... and though he never played the sport himself, if these were his then he may as well enjoy them. Though he felt a bit silly he wanted to at least try one on to see if it fit, and if it didn't perhaps he could get his money back by selling them on another market.

With it being an entire outfit Kevin decided to put it on all at once, stripping out of his clothing that he had gone out in. With his blinds closed and living alone there was no reason for him to cover up as the naked wolf grabbed the slinky briefs. Though he had played with it a bit before as he stretched the fabric in his fingers he found that it had incredible give yet still somehow retained its tightness once he had let go of it. Could this have been some sort of new fabric that just didn't catch on, landing it in a mystery box sold at a second-rate mall? Kevin thought about potentially looking up if there was a store that had been selling it.

As Kevin got the briefs up his thighs he could feel that the fabric also didn't cause any problems with his fur, which was something that even modern garments for anthros still had a bit of a problem with. Normally he had to make adjustments as he went, but this was so silky smooth that he didn't have to do a thing as he got it up around his waist. He wasn't sure if this was supposed to be some sort of underwear or a support garment, but as it cupped around his package he felt a hint of arousal that caused him to blush slightly. Perhaps he would have to wear something underneath in the future, the wolf thought to himself as he put on the shorts next followed by the jersey top.

Once he had finished Kevin took a second to move around in the clothing and found that it was rather lightweight and very comfortable to wear. While it made him look like he was on some sort of sports team he wouldn't mind wearing something like this every day, even if it was probably more relegated to being at home. With that being the case and how nice the fabric was he began to think about potentially making some of his money back by selling these, though as he moved around to put the box in his bedroom for storage that tingling of pleasure he got earlier was starting to grow a bit stronger. He had never thought about having clothing get him turned on, but that was starting to become the case as he could feel his maleness starting to push up against the fabric of his new briefs.

At least it seemed to hide his arousal well enough, Kevin thought to himself as he stretched out his waistband in front to peek down. He found himself smiling at seeing the zero that was on the briefs get pushed out a bit from the growing bulge, and considering he was alone in his own home he reached into his shorts in order to give it a playful squeeze. As soon as he did he found himself letting out a moan as a ripple of pleasure surged from the act. It was unlike anything he had experienced before... and as he palmed his growing erection things were starting to feel strange with the pair of briefs.

While they had been snug to his body before, the fabric that clung to his waist suddenly felt like it had started to suction to his body! It was to the point where when he tried to get his fingers underneath that he was having trouble, and before he could succeed he let out a gasp as his back arched. Though the electric sensations caused all his muscles to tense his hand had managed to remain on his groin where he could feel the slick material pull itself around his cock like the air was being sucked out of it. When he was able to look down again he expected to find his maleness trapped inside, but instead he could see that it had formed around his shaft instead like some sort of spandex sheath that felt like it was buzzing around the sensitive flesh.

This was not something that Kevin was expecting, but as he began to feel the fabric pushing up against his rear it was sending more signals up his spine that caused him to remain frozen in place. He couldn't move a muscle even if he wanted to, and when he tried to reason what was happening to him it was like his thoughts were being interrupted by something. Soon it wasn't just his briefs that tightened around him, the jersey and shorts suddenly pulled up against his body as well. It turned the sports uniform into a bodysuit almost as the zero that was emblazoned on his chest began to glow, the black number starting to shift in hue as the front of his shorts tented out lewdly from his body.

Kevin found himself struggling against the bizarre feelings that were coursing through his body; in the back of his mind he knew that something was very wrong with this outfit, but he couldn't bring himself to try and take it off. Even when the tension in his body left and he felt like he could move again there was nothing he could do to remove the tight garment from his body, and the more he thought about trying the harder it was to focus. When his brain turned to the pleasure that he was getting however it was like a light switch turned on in his head, and as soon as he thought about it he could start to feel his hand drift down towards where his cock was pushing out prominently. It felt so good to just give in to the pleasure, the voice in his mind said, just submit to the feelings...

Somehow without even realizing it Kevin found that his body had shifted position, which had caused him to turn from his bed towards the mirror that was in the corner of his room. There he could see the jersey top and shorts clinging to him more like a singlet then a uniform, and there was the bulge in between his legs that was slowly getting bigger. While not nearly as defined as just his briefs he could still almost see the entire shaft throbbing underneath the fabric, and as his fingers finally gripped around it his body shuddered from the sensations. He had expected the sensations to be muted since he was stroking himself through two layers of clothing, but instead they were even more heightened as the zero on his chest pulsated and glowed.

As soon as he started to pleasure himself through the uniform Kevin felt something... alien, in his mind. At first it was just a whisper, a feeling of something that shouldn't have been there like a splinter in the finger. The more he succumbed to the lustful feelings that was coming from the tight garment wrapped around his body the more it felt like the clothes were doing something to him, somehow changing him. When his mind realized this and made an attempt to rebel he found his gaze always drawn back to that zero on his chest, the swirling pattern that had developed on it starting to reflect in his blue eyes. It began to feel like the fabric was rippling and undulating around his body where it pressed against him and though his eyes were locked onto that zero he could see it ripple as that foreign presence in his mind started to grow bigger.

Just give in to the feeling... it made his brain feel tingly just hearing the words reverberate in his mind. It felt so good to Kevin to just look at the spirals that were on the spirals, as well as the ones that were in his eyes. He hardly even realized that he had completely lost the orbs to the multi-hue of colors, and as a pleasured look began to cross over his face his clothing and eyes were starting to synchronize. It was so mesmerizing, and with each second that he stood there he felt another errant thought that might have warned him disappear from his mind.

Soon something else began to happen as well, Kevin not even realizing that he was moving his hand up and down the cloth covered shaft with the same intensity as the pulsating colors. His hand didn't even feel like his own anymore, his body felt like it belonged to someone else even as he experienced the cascade of pleasure that came from the ministrations of his fingers. Even when he did manage to cling to the idea that there was something bizarre and potentially malevolent going on with these clothes he was just fed another dose of intense sensations that loosened his grip from it. Though it was hard for him to track the manifestation of what was happening in his mind, but he could see it in his face as what little shock that had been on there was melting away for a look that he had never seen on himself.

Good boy...

Feel our embrace... body and mind...

This time the voice was clear in Kevin's mind, and even though it sounded like his own there was a clear tone to it that indicated it wasn't. Someone had hijacked his voice, whatever alien entity was contained within these clothes was constricting around his mind, his spirit, and his very thoughts! But as he watched himself stroking his cock in his shorts he needed more of this, and the more he needed of the stimulation it became linked to the control of whatever was taking him over. In the sea of pleasure and submission he was hardly in control of himself, and as he felt his head sank beneath the surface the esctasy overwhelmed him...

Suddenly Kevin's eyes widened and his jaw dropped in a gasp, his back arching slightly as his orgasm came rushing. With it the wolf's mind locked and his face became frozen in pleasure, and in that instant new information bubbled up into his mind. Almost instantly he knew everything of what was happening to him; the beings that he could only consider to be aliens had taken his body and mind as their vessel, but in exchange for being their host they would give him the same power as what had been used upon him in order to take others. Slave... the word came unbidden into his mind, but as it did the entity within his mind seemed to latch onto it.

Yes... you are our slave...

But you will also be master...

Kevin's swirling eyes shifted downward as his face once more went back to the placid, languid expression that it had before, glancing at the maleness he still had gripped in his hands, which surprisingly was dry even after his orgasm, and went to the number instead. The number zero... it was the number that was before all the others, that would supersede them as he continued to stare at the glowing jersey. He remembered the others were all different numbers as well and it quickly dawned on him that he was the master of them all, but that those who donned higher numbers would be the masters of those who were lower.

It was a slave pecking order... and he was the one in control of it.

A sudden shudder went down Kevin's spine and it was a reminder that even as a master he was still a slave to the uniform itself. It was a hierarchy, and whatever was behind these clothes made sure that he knew that it was in charge. It was something that the enthralled wolf found himself fine with; whether it was something buried deep in his own psyche or tweaking by the uniform, he found the idea of creating slaves underneath him to be rather enticing. Even with the hypnotized look on his muzzle the corners of his mouth played up into a smile, the smirk forming on his muzzle something that the wolf would have considered uncharacteristic of himself.

But Kevin was really starting to lean into what the aliens were showing him, and it wasn't long before the wolf remain frozen in place with his eyes staring at the number in the uniform. It was just the same mantra that boiled down into his mind; obey the uniform, enslave others. If the alien presence continued to speak to him the white-furred creature no longer could recognize it as he stared at his reflection. It started to feel like he was staring at someone else, even though he saw himself in that reflection it was like there was someone else staring behind those eyes other than him.

Eventually there was a snap, and suddenly the colorful, scintillating swirls in both the number and his eyes disappeared. Almost immediately his back straightened and he let out a slight gasp, the wolf looking around as though someone had been watching him and had put him in front of the mirror. He remembered that he had went to the mirror in order to check out how the uniform looked on him, and with the strangeness of the situation quickly fading from his mind his focus went back to the jersey that he wore. It felt... strangely right on him, and as he ran his hands down the smooth fabric he felt a thrill go through him that he hadn't felt before.

There had been a moment where he thought about taking off the uniform, but with the material no longer clinging to his body it looked like something that a gym goer or sports fan might wear. The bulge and outline of his maleness that had been there before was also gone, though he could feel the material hugging against his groin and was causing him to let out a soft moan. This was something that fit him so well that he could wear this every day, and when that thought crossed his mind he was given another shiver of pleasure. This suited him quite well and he found his tail wagging as he went back to the box that was still sitting in his living room.

"Man, I can't believe that I got all these uniforms for only fifty bucks," Kevin said with a grin, digging his hands into the box to pull out another uniform that had the number one on it. The original reason that this was a problem had completely evaporated from his mind, and as he held onto it his irises shifted to a purple hue. "I can give these to my friends, they can all make such wonderful SLAVES ."

There was a moment where he found the last word that came out of his mouth to be strange, but almost immediately he found himself being calmed. It was an idea that quickly became more agreeable to him as his mind began to fantasize, corrupted thoughts of his friends being brought into the fold and joining him in this wonderful experience making him hard again. Already he could feel the briefs he wore tightening once again as he could imagine their lips wrapped around his groin, or his cock buried underneath their tails. The entire time they would be wearing the uniforms as well, a symbol of their SUBMISSION and SERVITUDE to him.

Even though some of the words were spoken in an alien version of his voice his mind merely soaked them in and accepted it as his own, unaware of his thoughts shifting to adopt what what supposed to be strange, errant thoughts as his own. It was all part of the plan, Kevin realized, and as his hand gave an errant rub to his groin he looked at his watch and realized that he still needed to find some way to get a wardrobe for his job. As his eyes shifted from purple back to their normal blue coloration he found his focus going back to the task at hand, and with the mystery box being a bust he would have to find another means to get his clothing for work. He needed to find something in the next few days, but for hte moment he was feeling unusually energetic and decided to go out for a walk to clear his head and try to think of what to do.

It was slowly turning to dusk as Kevin went out of his apartment and towards the park that was nearby, jogging slightly as he walked. It made his jersey look even more in-character and the others that he passed by hardly gave him a second glance. Those that did looked him over and he could see looks that ranged from curious to appreciative of him, and he found himself intrigued by this attention. There was something about getting the attention of others that he was enjoying, but he shook it off and eventually got to the park itself.

Kevin wasn't really sure what he was going to do when he got there, but as he walked on the path he found himself just taking a stroll and enjoying the small bit of nature in the city. It wasn't a very big space, maybe five or six blocks that the city didn't know what to do with, but it was enough to lose himself in his own thoughts for a while. As he walked he found himself fishing around in his pocket until he took out his phone and looked at the screen. On it was a list of his friends; there were a few messages from those that he had to get back to and as he scrolled down the list he found his mind examining each one with a far more critical eye.

Soon he had several of them in mind and once more his eyes flashed purple as he went to the bench that he had been sitting on while scrolling, and as he put a foot on it he took his phone and snapped a quick photo of himself. It wasn't anything more then just him in what might be a causal pose of him working out, and as he did a few quick edits to it he ignored the fact that his eyes had shifted in hue in the picture and instead sent it off to the first on his list that he had created in his mind. It didn't take long for him to get a response telling him that he looked great in the photo and wondered where he got the uniform from. Kevin was quick to respond that he would love to show him, and in doing so could even get one over that he believed would fit him.

It didn't take long for a time to be set up, and once he had finished up he decided to prime a few more of those on the list for when he was done. He had entire box of uniforms and needed to give them out to his friends TO ENSLAVE THEM. A shudder of pleasure went through his body once more for doing so well, and the more he continued to listen to the corruption in his mind the more he found himself enjoying it. Even when his eyes had turned back to their blue coloration there was a faint ring of purple on the outer edge as he began to make his way home to prepare, he had to get another uniform after all to show them...

Chapter 2:

About two hours later Kevin was walking down the street once more, but this time with more purpose then just going to the park and clearing his head. He was still wearing the jersey and had no reason to take it off, feeling comfortable and confident in his attire as he had a gym bag slung over his shoulder. It had taken him more than a second to find the old thing and as he made his way to his destination he found himself patting the bag as he walked as though making sure it was still there. He was quite protective of the contents within, especially considering the number that was inside as he got to the apartment complex.

Once he made his way through the city he found himself standing at the door of what used to be some sort of warehouse; the entire area was an old industrial district that that had been converted to an upscale neighborhood. It was the type of place that he would expect his friend to live in, the hybrid sort of a hipster as he pushed the button that was marked with his name. The door buzzed a few moments later and he was let into a small lobby area with a retrofitted elevator that would go to the loft of each floor. The one he was looking for was on the top floor, and it didn't take long before he was in front of the door that had been built specifically for the purpose of security.

After a few knocks at the door it eventually opened, the draconic sabrewolf standing there leaning in the doorframe. "Hey Kevin, how's it going?" Serathin said after making sure that the wolf was there, taking a hit from the vape that he had in his hand before motioning with his head. "Come on in, I just finished a project so I'm completely free."

Serathin was a web designer with quite a bit of a following as well as a hardcore gamer, which was why Kevin knew that he would be home regardless of what time it was as they stepped inside. With it being essentially a retrofitted warehouse the entire thing was an open concept save for the bathroom, Kevin looking out the window to see the city below before the hybrid drew the blinds. Techno music could be heard playing on the computer that was in one corner and as he went over to shut that down as well he told the wolf to have a seat and make himself comfortable. He was more than ready to do so, though he commented tha the was already pretty comfortable as he was while putting himself down in the soft, comfy couch.

"I have to admit that I'm rather surprised that you called me," Serathin said as he shut everything down on his computer. "I thought that you were still out and about with that new job of yours."

"Yeah, it's sort of about that which prompted me to call you," Kevin admitted, unzipping the duffel bag and spreading out the jersey top that was emblazoned with a number one on the front of it. "I need some clothing that will be workplace appropriate, and when I had made a purchase that I thought would solve that problem it turned out to be something completely different. Given the comfort and quality of the clothing I was hoping we could make some sort of trade so that I at least have something for the next few weeks."

"That would be the outfit you're wearing, correct?" Serathin asked, Kevin nodding in response as he continued to lie back on the couch. Even though the wolf was showing a cool and calm demeanor on the outside, he could feel his heart pounding on the inside. He wasn't quite sure why he was so excited, but all he could think about was getting the uniform on Serathin so that he could see how ENSLAVED he could be. Finally the draconic sabrewolf came back with drinks for the both of them and as Kevin took one of the glasses from him he saw the hybrid immediately turn his attention to the piece of clothing.

"Well, this certainly does have a nice feel to it," Serathin remarked as Kevin fished out the shorts and briefs before tossing them. "I imagine you could only sleep in these if you really wanted to."

"Oh yeah, you can pretty much do anything in these things," Kevin said as the smile on his muzzle widened slightly. "Why don't you go ahead and try it on? And no need to be shy with me."

Though Serathin initially looked like he was about to get up with the uniform to put it on in the bathroom, after Kevin had made the suggestion he saw him pause for a moment while continuing to rub the fabric between his fingers. After getting a sort of vacant look on his face for a while the hybrid suddenly perked up again and he gave him a smirk before nodding his head. "Sure, why not," Serathin said as he got up and put his hands on the hem of his shirt. "Not like it's not something that no one has ever seen before."

The purple once more faded from the eyes of Kevin as he watched the draconic sabrewolf take off his shirt and tossed it aside, revealing the lithe, toned body underneath the pelt of purple and black fur. Though there were other reasons for bringing one of these to him first, the fact that the creature was rather handsome made it a bonus as he continued to watch the show. With the briefs on top of the pile, it continued to push the draconic sabrewolf the prompting to continue with his stripping, dropping his pants next to reveal his boxer shorts and the bulge that it contained. For a second Kevin wondered if there was more prompting that would be needed, but Serathin went for his underwear and took them off after he had kicked his shorts aside.

It there had been any sense of bashfulness that had been in the hybrid it was not present on his face as he stood there naked. He even seemed to stretch a bit as though to show off, maintaining a coy smile before he went and looked at the briefs that were being provided to him. He remarked that the number certainly suited him as he ran a finger down the one that was printed on the front of it before he got started putting them on. Kevin could hardly wait and attempted to hide his arousal as he watched with purple eyes practically glowing in the dim light of the loft.

Serathin put on the briefs and remarked that they felt a lot like putting on a speedo as he slid it up his furry legs, remarking that it felt really good on his fur while he brought it up to his groin. Though Kevin felt a trill of pleasure go through his body it wasn't enough; this one needed to wear that uniform now, he needed to SUBMIT as quickly as possible. He found himself almost being pulled up as he got to his feet and grabbed the uniform top and moved to put it on his head. The hybrid was too busy admiring himself in the nearby mirror, his fingers outlining his package that was snug in the fabric, to see the wolf come up behind him before it was too late and the garment was slid over his head.

"Hey, settle down there!" Serathin said, huffing slightly as he moved away from the one behind him. The fabric of the uniform had already fallen over him however and the straps had settled on his shoulders, which as it did Kevin could see the other man suddenly go from shocked to confused as a hand went to his head. "Whoa... what in the... I feel really strange all of a sudden."

"Maybe you should go and have a seat on the couch," Kevin suggested, the grin on his face quickly turning to a smirk as he saw the bewildered draconic sabrewolf nod his head while holding onto it with one hand as he went over to his couch and sat. "Don't worry, I'll make sure to complete the outfit for you. Just go ahead and put your legs up in the air for me."

Though Serathin would have normally joked that was a rather lewd thing to say his mind was still spinning from the sudden exposure to the influence of the jersey. Though nothing had really happened yet the mere touch of the fabric against an increasing amount of his body was having the desired effect; not only was the hybrid becoming more receptive to his words, but he was also getting more aroused by it as he could see the bulge in the shiny briefs start to get stretched out just slightly more. There was just one more piece to put on and then this beautiful creature would be his, and since he had gotten him on the couch with his legs in the air it was hard not to enjoy the view. It was hard to imagine having an entire HAREM of men wearing these uniforms, ready to SERVE at his beck and call.

But Kevin found his desires clouding his purpose, his growing lusts were something that he told himself could come later as he grabbed the uniform shorts and got ready to put them on. When he looked to Serathin he saw that while the look of confusion was still there it was being overwhelmed with the pleasure that he was being fed by the uniform to keep him compliant. Without even having the shorts on the aliens had established a foothold, but he wasn't theirs yet. There was still the potential for him to break free and escape, though Kevin was sure to close that door as he went up and slid the waistband over the black and silver striped likes of the draconic sabrewolf and pulled them up on his body.

Almost immediately the bulge that had formed in the briefs that Serathin wore sprang to life even more, a full erection forming that was swiftly covered by the waistband of the shorts that had been put on him. While the shorts covered it up somewhat Kevin could see that the briefs were already starting to conform around his member, but the wolf wanted to make sure that was a surprise for later as he could see the draconic sabrewolf starting to come back to his senses. He watched those emerald eyes refocusing and blinking a few times before his head propped up once more in confusion. Though Kevin knew that the uniform was asserting itself he decided to have a little fun with the hybrid, who was regaining his sense of self as he looked around.

"Sorry, I was a million miles away," Serathin said as he stood up, adjusting his shorts where his erection was still somewhat hidden from the briefs as he looked down at himself. "Huh?"

"What's wrong?" Kevin asked, his muzzle hardly containing his smirk as he watched the draconic sabrewolf look at himself in his new uniform, the number one on it practically glowing.

"I didn't realize that I had already put on the full outfit is all," Serathin replied, running his hands down the uniform and admiring the jersey on his body. "You were right, it is extremely comfortable, I can see why you were wearing it here. I'm not sure about the whole team thing, what are the numbers for?"

"I'm rather glad that you asked that," Kevin said as he let the veil slip a little bit, not having to worry now that he was in the clutches of his uniform. He saw the draconic sabrewolf's face look up in surprise as the wolf put his hands on his sides, pressing the material against his fur while whispering into his ear. "The numbers are very, very important, it shows your rank. You should feel particularly honored, because you are the first of many in my uniformed slaves."

"Uniformed... slaves?" Serathin asked, though there was a slightly dreamy tone to his voice. As his fingers went to the uniform as though to maybe pull it off of him, only to have the material press against him to resist against it, though the attempt was half-hearted at best. He was already starting to succumb, and as the subconscious resistance was eroding away he could see that the confusion in his eyes was becoming tinted with lust.

"Of course, you may not realize it, but you are already under my control," Kevin said as his malicious smirk widened, causing Serathin to be taken aback. "Don't act so surprised, your conscious mind might be not know what is going on, but deep down you can feel that the fabric has wrapped around your mind just like it has your body. Or perhaps we should give you a demonstration of the power that it holds over your body?"

Though Serathin was still confused at what was going on and why he felt so strange he found himself looking into the eyes of the wolf and finding his worries starting to evaporate. He hadn't realized how strangely alluring and alien his eyes looked, how they shined with a brilliant purple as he felt his body starting to relax. As his posture began to slacken and his jaw hung slightly he was unaware that his own bright green orbs where starting to shift in hue, and when Kevin snapped his fingers it began to filter into the iris with increasing intensity. With the alien presence wrapping around his mind Serathin found himself growing more and more interested in the wolf while one hand continued to grip the growing bulge in his shorts.

"There you go, now you're starting to feel it," Kevin said as he sat down on the couch, his own shorts completely tented. "Show me how good it feels to be a slave to the uniform, number one. Your master needs servicing, and I want to really see it."

For a few seconds Serathin just stood there, and though Kevin had been confident that he had the draconic sabrewolf he found just the slightest twinge of doubt when he saw the blank look on his face. Before he could even ask anything though the purple in the hybrid's eyes had reached his pupil, which dilated as he slowly moved forward and knelt down in front of his face. "Yes Master," Serathin said, his voice having a dream-like quality to it as he slowly began to pull down the shorts to reveal the numbered briefs underneath. "Like this?"

"Yes, good slave," Kevin replied, the smirk on his face growing as he could see the devotion that was growing on the hybrid's face. "Look into the zero, see how much it has a hold on your mind, how submissive you were to it. You are OUR SLAVE now, and the longer you look the more you get pulled down deeper into the hypnotic embrace."

Even Kevin could hardly believe the words that were coming out of his mouth, but as they dripped with pure dominance the wolf found that it felt so good to let them dance off of his tongue. The draconic sabrewolf merely nodded and continued to look at the number on his jersey, first on the pair of briefs that were bulging lewdly and then at the jersey when his hands went up to grab at the hem of it. It didn't take long before the lupine's shaft popped out of the briefs when they were pulled down, flopping down on the muzzle of the one who had released it. No sooner had it been exposed that Serathin grabbed it with one hand and nuzzled against the throbbing shaft with his lips.

The sensation of pleasure was sublime, but it was almost secondary to the feeling of euphoria from having such complete control over the creature that was between his legs. Even though this is a somewhat mundane act, Kevin knew that he could do whatever he wanted to Serathin within reason, a sentiment shared by the draconic sabrewolf as he started to lick against the underside of his shaft. It was all thanks to the uniform, and though he could sense that the briefs were tightening around the cock of the hybrid there was no need for the alien to take control like they had with Kevin, the wolf was conduit enough for them. At the moment Kevin was content with having his new slave take care of him with his mouth, running his white-furred fingers through the thick purple mane of the head nuzzling against his crotch.

Kevin decided to allow the hybrid to take the lead, leaning back against Serathin's couch while the one who owned it serviced him. Licking and nuzzling soon became not enough and a shiver ran down the wolf's spine as he felt those saber teeth pres against his shaft. Those lips pressed against his tip and with one more coiling of his tongue around the top of his cock the draconic sabrewolf soon began to push his maw down on it, spreading open his jaws on the spire of flesh while one of his hands continued to massage the base of his groin. The feeling was heavenly, and when the chest of Serathin rubbed against Kevin's thighs the feeling of their uniforms rubbing together sent a sensation of pure pleasure ripple through their bodies.

As Kevin looked down to watch he saw that Serathin's face had shifted slightly, becoming more pleasured and less the blank look that he had before as he started to bob his head up and down on his shaft. "Well, someone is enjoying themselves it seems," Kevin said as he brought up his foot and pressed it against the the shaft that growing more outlined in the fabric by the second. "Keep sucking slave, I will hear those accolades from your mouth soon enough."

Once more the only thing that Serathin could do was nod his head, his cheeks pulling in to get more suction on the shaft that was filling his muzzle. For a few more minutes Kevin allowed the enthralled creature to continue to slide up and down his shaft, but when it was time to finish off he decided to take charge. This one was OWNED by him after all, so it only made sense that he used his maw as he saw fit. He could also tell that the hybrid was quite enjoying his blissed out state, though as he grabbed onto the horns of the other man's head and started to thrust upwards he wondered how he knew that.

Though his mind was completely awash in pleasure just like Serathin, Kevin could see that there was something happening with their uniforms. While it wasn't being suctioned to his body like it had with him, the wolf could see and feel tendrils of their clothing mingling with one another. The alien wear was somehow connecting them, entwining their thoughts just like they had taken over the draconic sabrewolf's mind as he let Kevin thrust into him. It was hard for him to concentrate on that feeling but he was reassured that everything was going exactly according to plan and focus on having fun with his new slave.

It was something that he was more than willing to do, and with the last vestiges of concern disappearing from his mind it allowed him to focus on the task at hand. He watched his cock slide between those saber teeth as those purple eyes looked up at him, his mind completely under their command and willing to do anything for his new master. For the moment though the wolf was content with using his mouth, and eventually he got to the point where he gripped those horns tight and pushed the other man's muzzle right up against his crotch. In the next second a wave of orgasmic pleasure washed over both men as they climaxed simultaneously, Kevin's load being pumped down the hybrid's throat while his was caught in the fabric of the shorts that he had continued to tent.

For a while the two just sat there in those positions, both sets of eyes glazed over while their uniforms occasionally shifted and rippled without anything manipulating it. The creatures were locked in a state of pure bliss, but eventually Kevin blinked a few times and found his head slowly rising up from the couch. This time he remembered everything he felt in acute detail and considering his mind had already succumbed to the will of the alien clothing it didn't take long for him to recover his thoughts. When he looked down he found that the warm maw of hte other man was still on his maleness but that he had already softened, the half-lidded eyes revealing Serathin's irises had reverted back to their green state as well.

But just because the alien programming that infiltrated their brains wasn't active didn't mean it wasn't still there, and as he snapped his fingers he found Serathin kneeling back and looking at him expectantly. "Do you understand your place now?" Kevin asked, leaning forward and brushing his fingers down the number one that was on Serathin's uniform. "Have you been brought into the fold."

"Yes, I understand everything now," Serathin said, a small grin forming on his face as he stood up and ran his hands down the uniform he wore. "This sensation is incredible, and it is all thanks to you Master." Kevin found his own muzzle curling up into a smile as he could hear the devotion in his voice, though as he did he felt a small warning crop up in the back of his head. Though the uniform had control of him it was not absolute; if he wanted to remain the master of his domain he would have to stay at the top of the pecking order, and if one of his slaves suddenly got it in their mind that they wanted to be the head of things or decide to rebel...

The mere thought of such DISLOYALTY had caused Kevin to frown and shudder slightly, but as Serathin's head tilted in confusion he quickly waved it off and sat back in the couch while pulling up his shorts. "One of the reasons that I wanted to come to you first is resources," Kevin said. "I know that you have had quite a bit of success with this business of yours, and considering you really don't do much other than eat take-out and game I imagine that you have quite a bit saved up?"

"One could say that I live rather well," Serathin replied coyly, the monotone thawing from his tone and the draconic sabrewolf speaking a little more normally than before. "Why do you ask?"

"Because I'm going to need a wardrobe for my new workplace," Kevin said. "As much as I would like to just keep wearing this jersey and make more slaves I dod have to keep up some semblance of a normal life, which is why I came to you and gave you that uniform in particular. In exchange for helping me finance this endeavor, and other potential ideas that I might have, you get to have the first pick of the harem that I am creating."

"So I can create my own slaves?" Serathin asked, which prompted Kevin to chuckle and stand up.

"Let's not get too far ahead of ourselves," Kevin replied as he stroked the furry cheek of the hybrid. "There are a few others that I have in mind to bring into the fold, but considering the space you have in this building you can house my new slaves and use them when you'd like."

Serathin nodded and asked if he was hungry and wanted some lunch, which Kevin nodded his head in agreement as he found his stomach grumbling. After the food was ordered plans began to form in Kevin's mind on what he could do next. The whole reason that he had converted the draconic sabrewolf, aside from being a fine specimen of a slave, was in order to get him the financial security to continue with his life. With that accomplished he hadn't even really thought about what to do next, other then checking on his friends list to see if anyone responded to his picture, only to find that other than the draconic sabrewolf he hadn't really gotten much more than a few likes and some comments that he looked good.

Eventually Kevin found himself eating with the draconic sabrewolf, the two of them chilling in their uniforms while lounging out. Even though the alien influence was no longer controlling them Serathin continued to call him master occasionally, something that caused the wolf a lot of pleasure upon hearing. "Master, I know that you are looking for more slaves," Serathin said suddenly, Kevin looking up from the fried rice he had been eating in order to look at him. "Perhaps there is something that I can do to help with that?"

"You are already providing me with monetary relief," Kevin replied as he leaned back in his chair. "I am curious to see how else you can grow the harem."

"Of course, master," Serathin replied. "I know some people that would be very easy to lure into this sort of thing, those who would be willing to serve and don't have a rigid work schedule or people to really miss them."

"You're talking about... TOTAL SUBJUGATION?" Kevin asked, his eyes flashing purple as the thought of creating more permanent slaves causing his briefs to get tight around his maleness. "Interesting, are you sure that it's alright?"

"Yeah, I know of at least two that are roommates," Serathin replied. "I built a website for them, they do a lot of custom work and talk to their clients remotely. Just give them a computer and they can keep serving when they're not creating things for their business. Plus it's more income for you master so that you can continue to build your harem."

Kevin could tell already that he had made a good choice with his number one jersey, Kevin thought to himself as he continued to eat. As he thought about what Serathin was saying he knew that he didn't have to give out the uniforms in the order of the numbers. The draconic sabrewolf made sense for the number one jersey considering the creature was a switch, for those that they may be making as SERVANTS they could indulge in getting higher numbers so that they KNEW THEIR PLACE. It opened up all sorts of possibilities, and after dinner he told Serathin to make the calls.

The hybrid nodded and told Kevin to make himself at home as he made a few calls. The wolf found himself wandering the loft as he waited for the new slave to make his phone calls, and though they had completely gone back to normal the mark of the uniform could be seen every time Kevin looked back. Both of them looked so natural with their jerseys... and even though he hadn't been around the loft much it was quickly feeling like everything there belonged to him. He knew that with a flicker of command from him Serathin would give him anything he commanded, but at the moment he wanted to make sure that his new SLAVE settled into his new role.

After about half an hour Kevin was given an address of two more that he could get, which meant that he would have to stop back at home to grab a few more uniforms before meeting with Serathin's clients... and his new pets.

Chapter 3:

That same day as evening fell over the city the small studio apartment was filled with the scent of cinnamon and clove, which was the smells that the wolf had used for his latest batch of candles that he was pouring. With being on the top floor of the apartment building they had retrofitted a vent system so that the could blow it out through the ones that were open in the roof, which meant that they wouldn't have neighbors on their back as he poured the cooling wax into the container candles. There was six dozen jars that needed to be filled, and while he usually had his roommate helping since this was the bulk of their income he was once more not present. As the door suddenly opened a few droplets of the bright orange wax dripped on the brown fur of his hands and feet, but he still managed to finish pouring the pot of melted wax.

"There you are Anzox," the wolf said as he put down the pot once it had emptied. "You were supposed to help me pour these candles for the next order tonight."

The red-scaled dragon just let out a chuckle as he put the guitar case next to the wall and hung his coat up on the wall hanger. "Sorry Flaming, I had gotten a last second gig that I was called for," Anzox said. "I managed to duck out a bit early though."

"They were that bad, huh?" Flaming replied, which once more caused the dragon to grin sheepishly. "Don't worry about it, just go ahead and get the labels ready for the first batch."

"You got it," Anzox stated as he went over to the bright red candles that he had already managed to pour as part of the fall line which had already hardened. "Oh hey, our website provider called, he said that he's sending someone over that said they wanted to talk to us about a great opportunity." Flaming merely nodded in response and refilled his pot so that he could put the rest of the wax into the containers to finish off the order.

Flaming wasn't quite sure what the draconic sabrewolf had found for them, but it was strange that he was actually doing something to help them out. Most of the time he just gave an update when it came to their online candle store when they wanted him to update it, so to have him not just help out of his free will but had brought their business to the attention of another. When he tried to get his roommate to expound on it the dragon just shrugged and said that he didn't get any details. It didn't matter much to him; while he was sure that the hybrid didn't have any ill-intentions or were trying to scam him, it didn't mean that whomever the draconic-sabrewolf sent over would be a good fit for their little enterprise.

As the two finished up with their next batch they heard a knock at the door, which prompted Anzox to go to it after he had packed up the box he had just filled. Flaming continued to get ready for the next batch and to update the order for Serathin on the website only to see the draconic sabrewolf already there on the other side. "Oh, Serathin, I didn't expect you to come with," Anzox said as he stepped aside to allow him and the white-furred wolf that was behind him. "Nice jerseys."

"Thanks," Serathin replied with a smile. "I wanted to come over personally because its a venture that I have personally bought into myself and can help with the pitch, not that my friend here needs it. This is Kevin, by the way, Kevin, this is Anzox, and over there is Flaming."

Flaming and Anzox went over and shook the hand of Kevin, then invited them in so that they could talk about what this new business venture was. The entire time both dragon and wolf couldn't help but notice that both men were acting slightly strange; the two continued to exchange looks with one another even as they sat down on the couch, and the wolf had a duffel bag that he kept close to him. "So, Serathin tells me that you guys are really into making candles and other such crafts," Kevin said once everyone had gotten settled down. "How is that treating you?"

"Can't complain," Anzox replied. "Of course we're not some multi-national corporation or anything like that, but with Serathin's help we managed to increase our reach to the point we may need to expand. Of course I still have my music career to consider, and Flaming has his job as well, so I don't think either of us are really going full-time with it."

Kevin merely nodded his head, and as Anzox continued to study the wolf to try and get a feel for what this guy was all about he swore that his eyes had shifted from blue to purple. It was only for a moment though, before he could even think about it the topic had changed and suddenly those lupine paws were digging into the bag that had been brought. It didn't take long before the wolf found what he was looking for and pulled it out, the dragon and brown-furred wolf leaning forward to see what it was that they had to offer. Both were surprised when they saw that it was a jersey similar to the one that the two were wearing, this one with a number five on it.

"So... you want us to join your basketball team or something?" Anzox asked as Kevin tossed the jersey towards him.

"We certainly want you to join our team," Kevin replied with a smirk as he tossed another article of clothing toward Flaming, who caught the pair of briefs while the dragon stared at the number on it. "Of course, we want to make sure that you can properly understand what you are getting intro when it comes towards it. Fortunately we have a great way of making sure that you completely understand what you're getting into."

As Flaming was about to ask what that even meant, he looked over and saw that his partner was staring incredibly intently on the jersey in front of him. As he looked down at it the dragon continued to move his fingers along the material, but he always kept the number towards his face as it was brought up closer towards it. Flaming wasn't sure what was going on, but the dragon was unresponsive when he asked him about it. It looked like he was completely absorbed into looking at the jersey, but he couldn't understand why as his gaze went down to the number that was on the briefs.

Flaming suddenly felt a need to stare at it, unaware of the alien material that was seeping into the pads of his hands as he found himself stretching the briefs in his hand. Mind wasn't even comprehending what the number was as his thoughts were starting to get hazy, and when he looked over at the two that had given him the strange garment he found a strange sight before him. Both the white-furred wolf and the draconic sabrewolf were sitting there with their hands on their knees, both of them with big smiles on their muzzles as they seemed to be staring off at the distance. He also happened to notice that both of them were completely erect, pushing out the front of their shorts.

As they started to stroke themselves Flaming couldn't find the thoughts to tell them what he was thinking, and when the wolf looked over towards the dragon he had a similar expression on his draconic muzzle. It looked almost alien on his face, but the longer he held onto the briefs the more he found something happening to him as well. It was a pleasant buzzing feeling, and he found everything processing more slowly, even his blinking. When he felt his lips moving he brought his fingers up to the corners of his mouth and found that he was starting to smile as well, which was starting to reflect in his demeanor as his mind became more and more distant.

It wasn't too long until Flaming was sitting upright as well, and as he found his gaze drifting off into the distance he found his thoughts disappearing and becoming nothing but pleasure. He didn't even know how long he sat there before Kevin suddenly started to move again, and as he dug into the duffel bag another part of the jersey was pulled out of it. This one was tossed right at the other wolf's head, and as everything went dark he suddenly heard a snap of the fingers. Almost immediately Flaming felt himself sink down, both figuratively and literally, as the darkness quickly enveloped him as his eyes closed...

When Flaming opened his eyes again he found that he could see, and as the wolf slowly sat back up he saw a similar scene to the one before him, save that Serathin and Kevin had disappeared. As he slowly stood up he found that Anzox were gone as well, and when he saw the nearby clock on the wall he noticed that quite a significant amount of time had passed. Had he fallen asleep? The thought certainly occurred to him, scratching his head as he slowly went from the living room towards the kitchen to see if the dragon was there.

Anzox was not there either, and considering they had a rather small apartment there weren't many more places that he could be. There was just the bathroom, his bedroom, and the dragon's bedroom, and after knocking on the door to his roommate and getting no response he decided to go into his own and clear his head. Everything still felt fuzzy to him, like he had just got done with a night of drinking, and he was so out of it that he didn't even realize he had a change of clothing until he looked down at himself while he opened the door.

"What in the," Flaming said to himself as he saw the shiny fabric of the jersey, though just as he was about to inspect it more fully he heard someone clearing his throat that caused his head to snap up. "Anzox?"

"Hey there," Anzox replied, a sultry smirk on his face as he laid there on the wolf's bed. "I've been waiting, the other two told me that you might take a little extra time to come around, so they went out for snacks. They said that if you did come to that we can start without them."

Flaming was slightly taken aback by how the dragon was acting, never seeing him act this way as he slowly sat up and reached for his lute that he often fooled around with. There was something so strange about all this, and yet he couldn't find himself leaving the doorway as he began to strum a little tune for him. The more he looked at Anzox the more he found his gaze unable to look away, in fact he found himself starting to take a few more steps forward and closing the door behind him. He wasn't sure why he was doing this, or why the dragon was acting this way, but all he could do was get closer to his roommate as their gaze met.

"Wow, it really does work," Anzox said with a gleam in his eye as he slowly sat up, looking at the wolf who stood there in front of him with a confused look on his face. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm... not sure," Flaming replied, scratching his head as suddenly that feeling of compulsion to move forward was no longer there. "What's going on here? Why are we dressed like this?"

"I'll admit, I was a little weirded out waking up like this too," Anzox replied, leaning back and bringing up a figure to curl towards him. "But Master Kevin said that everything will be revealed to us once we get into the power of these jerseys."

Though Flaming still wasn't sure what was going on, he once more felt himself moving forward when the dragon gestured for him to do so. "Why is this happening?" Flaming asked, looking down to see the bulge tenting in his pants already, which he found surprising that he was getting so riled up on what was going on here. "I... can't seem to find the means to take this off, what about you?"

"Why would you want to take it off?" Anzox asked as his smirk grew. "Doesn't it feel so much better to just leave it on? Why don't you go ahead and stroke your body to feel it."

Flaming continued to look at Anzox even after the strange request, but to his surprise he found his hands going up to his body and started to rub against his chest that was covered by the jersey. The feeling of it against his fur was quite divine, and he found himself letting out a soft moan despite himself as the dragon continued to watch. "How are you doing this?" Flaming asked, trying to suppress the feelings of pleasure that came from it as they started to go down lower towards his shorts. "What did you do to me?"

"It's all just a part of the hierarchy," Anzox explained as he stood up, pressing his fingers against the five that was emblazoned on his chest. "I didn't do anything to you, it just so happened that Master Kevin had decided to give us the numbers that we got. If you look down at yourself you can see that I am quite literally above you when it comes to this strange pecking order."

For a second Flaming was too focused on the pleasure to have caught what the dragon had said, but when he finally did the wolf looked down at his own chest. He had realized that he hadn't even thought that he had a number himself, and as the dragon approached him his hands went down and stretched out the fabric to see it. Six... the number suddenly was clear as day, and when he glanced back up and saw the number five approaching him it allowed him to finally put the pieces together. As strange as it was it felt like the uniform was somehow controlling him, making him follow the orders of the one that had a number above him.

As Flaming thought back to his encounter with Kevin he realized why Anzox called him master, especially since he found himself thinking the same way as soon as he thought about the other wolf. But his attention was soon diverted to Anzox as the dragon snapped his fingers, which caused him to look right back at the other man. For the briefest of moments he saw that his eyes had flashed with a purple hue, but before he could comment on them he suddenly found himself awash in powerful emotions that made it hard to think. He brought his hand up to his head, but the longer he stood in front of his roommate the more he found his gaze drifting down towards what was hidden in those silky shorts.

Flaming's own shorts began to tent as Anzox crossed his arms over his chest with that smirk still on his muzzle. Though he hadn't gave a command the wolf felt like he knew what he should do, slowly lowering down onto his knees in front of the other man. The more he complied to the silent request the more his perspective towards the dragon began to change, beginning to pant slightly as he started to feel more dominated by the mere presence of Anzox. No... it was the jersey, his own mind corrected, despite how incredibly bizarre it still sounded in his mind he knew he had to serve this superior male simply because the number on the front of his jersey was higher than his own.

Not just the jersey either, Flaming realized as his fingers slowly pulled down the waistband and saw that same number staring right at him that was being stretched out from the cock contained within. It was not something that he would have, or should have, been focusing on, but the only thing he could think about was pulling down the smooth, enticing fabric to see what was underneath. "Ohhh, yeah," Anzox growled, his hands slowly moving through the brown fur of his head as he gently pushed the lupine muzzle towards the bulge. "I can sense your submission towards me, it feels so good to be so dominant."

Flaming wanted to say something in response, but he found any thought that might have gone to snapping his roommate out of it or trying to pull away evaporated from his mind before it could fully form. Though he couldn't quite put his finger on it, the wolf found his thoughts being guided and directed always back towards number five. That was how he was supposed to be, the inner voice in his head told him, kneeling in front of someone that was superior to him. There was no reason for it, nothing that his more rational mind could latch onto, yet the submission he felt towards the dragon was as natural as breathing, despite the fact that he had never felt this way before.

For Anzox he was having a completely different experience from his wolf roommate, though as he watched the gaze of the other man become half-lidded as he began to nuzzle into the bulge of his new briefs there were some similarities to their conditions. Before the moment he had laid eyes on Flaming he would have never thought of dominating him like this, but as he stood there and continued to gently but firmly nudge him to go further there was a voice in his mind telling him that this was what he was supposed to do. The second the dragon saw that number on the jersey of Flaming something clicked in his head, just like when he had first woken up from his trance and saw Master Kevin and Master Serathin standing before him. With Flaming being a higher number than him it meant that he was his slave, something that Anzox found himself eager to enforce.

"Show me how well you can use that mouth of yours, slave," Anzox growled, Flaming looking up at the dragon with an almost dumbfounded look on his face. "You know what to do, I can sense it. Take your rightful place with your dick in my mouth, six."

Being brought down to a number... Flaming would have normally said something about it, but as those fingers pressed into his ears to massage them it felt right. He was a slave; a slave to the jersey that he wore, a slave to the dragon in front of him, and a slave to the two that were on their way back. All he could think about was pleasing his master, slowly sliding his fingers into the briefs that were presented to him and finally allowing the maleness inside to be released. The second that he released it the hold on the mind of the wolf only increased, his irises a solid purple just like the dragon watching him as he crossed his scaly arms over his chest.

Once more there were no words exchanged between the two, the wolf slave grabbed onto the throbbing shaft with one hand while nuzzling it. The surge of pleasure that went through both their bodies was electric as Flaming's other hand went down to his own groin. The look of confusion and shock at his situation had completely evaporated, replaced with a face that expressed only subservience and bliss for his situation. It was where a good SLAVE belonged, and with that word echoing through his head he was more than eager to prove just how good he could be.

Anzox let out a moan as the tongue of Six slowly slid up his shaft, the number replacing the designation of the wolf in his mind for the moment. There was no roommate or business partner here, merely a lupine toy that would soon be throat deep on his shaft as he continued to allow Six to lavish attention onto it. But as things started to get more intense the dragon suddenly found his attention drawn to the sound of the door to their apartment opening. Since he had given Master Kevin the keys to get back in he had an idea of who it was, which was confirmed as soon as Kevin walked into the door with Serathin right behind.

"I see our latest SLAVE to the party has finally woken up," Kevin commented with a smirk, watching as the domineering look on the face of the dragon immediately began to soften. "Are you both being GOOD BOYS with one another?"

Both men nodded their heads, Serathin snickering slightly as Flaming did so while having Anzox's cock halfway into his maw already. "Yes Master Kevin," Anzox said, his voice punctuated by the groan from his maleness being almost fully engulfed by the muzzle of the male beneath him. "Six was a little resistant in our ways, but I managed to bring him around. Do you wish to take over?"

"Oh no, you can have your fun," Kevin replied as his smirk widened. "Of course I think that we can certainly join in. One, why don't you go ahead and reward Five for all his good work, I'm going to take Six properly."

The other two nodded in agreement at their MASTER'S words, Kevin watching Serathin saunter over and take his place behind the dragon as the other wolf began to bob his head up and down the ridged length. With his shorts already down around his ankles it didn't take much to get the briefs, which had just been pulled down enough to let his cock out, to go all the way down towards his knees to keep him in place. Soon Serathin had done the same, except he had kicked his off completely to allow himself more movement, the jersey top that he wore was more than enough to keep the draconic sabrewolf SUBSERVIENT and ENTHRALLED as his blue-scaled hand started to pump his shaft a few times even though he was already mostly erect.

Kevin watched as the two began to press against one another, the blue scales rubbing against the red. Anzox paused the pumping of his cock into the wolf kneeling at his legs so that his master could penetrate him. He was likely already pretty loose from when the white-furred wolf had taken him, making sure that he knew who was the master of them all while Serathin took the mouth of the dragon the first time they had used the hypnotic effects of the jersey on the one that had woken up first. Now it was the hybrid's turn for his slave's tailhole, which as Kevin watched both men let out a moan while the hybrid slid inch after inch of his cock to spread open the scaled cheeks of the one in front of him.

It was good for their new harem members to feel the pleasure that one another could get, Kevin licking his lips as he slowly moved over to raise up the hips of the other wolf. It only took the lightest touch against his sides in order to get Flaming to go from kneeling to be on all fours, on his hands and knees while continuing to service his superior. Though still under the influence of the alien presence that has spread to their mind Kevin still found that there was something interesting about the dynamic of their growing group; the only reason that Flaming submitted to Anzox was because of the number that he wore, and he knew from the information that had been given to him that it would go away if he took it off. Perhaps it was something that he would need to experiment with later, but for the moment he had his mind on other priorities as he let his shorts down.

As Kevin was about to pull down his briefs as well he paused when he noticed that the spandex material of the briefs had once more encased his cock and sack. Instead of being stretched out along the throbbing shaft he found the number zero completely on his groin, and as soon as he exposed it he could feel the eyes of the dragon and draconic sabrewolf turn towards it. Was this the power of the uniform? Or was the alien presence in their head making sure to remind ALL SLAVES their place?

Either way the enveloped member looked even bigger then before, and when he pressed his fingers against it he let out a groan of pleasure. As the strange fabric continued to bond with the sensitive flesh the white-furred wolf could feel the same alien tendrils slither deeper into his mind. It was hard for Kevin to care through, especially as he took the tip and started to push it up against the the hole of the one that they had just claimed. Just like with his maleness Kevin didn't even have to push down the briefs to start to push into him, the spandex-like material practically suctioning into his hole in order to give him access. It BELONGED TO HIM after all, watching those brown-furred hips start to shift back and forth underneath his touch.

But even with two more slaves under their command, the need for more from their alien masters continued to drive them. These were only the beginning; there were still plenty more uniforms that were in that box, and Kevin would not stop until he had them all on a strong, virile slave in service to their masters. Of course, there would be more to all of it, such as proper training, but for now the only thing that filled the head of the white-furred wolf was his cock as it pushed into the other lupine beneath him. The purple eyes of all four of them were glowing purple as they succumbed to their roles and their alien desires, the lust building between them for what would be quite the introduction...

Kevin wasn't sure how long they had gone at it, eventually all of them passing out and laying in bed together in various states of dress. All of them still had their jersey tops on, with him having the full outfit on as he slowly untangled himself from the mess of limbs that were sprawled out around him. As Kevin managed to finally slide off the bed he checked his phone and gasped slightly as he saw that he had a message from one of his friends. It was another wolf named Uriex, and while he opened up the file he found that he had not only liked the photo but had given him a comment saying that he was looking rather cute.

That was another potential target, though as Kevin thought about it he couldn't even remember how he had met the other man or why he was friends with him. Considering he hadn't even started his job yet it couldn't be from there, but there was something familiar about this face that he just couldn't quite place. Since he didn't know the exact nature of how he knew this guy he decided that he would have to do it on whether or not he could help SERVE THE COLLECTIVE. When he pulled up his profile page however there were only a few snippets of information, the guy not even having his occupation listed on there.

That was... unfortunate, and though Kevin could potentially go and start up a conversation with him it might be considered probing, especially if he was going to capitalize on it later. He still needed to go and get his outfits for his work, but he had been distracted from it by the new work that he had to do. He began to wonder if he even wanted to go to the job, between his new newest acquisitions and Serathin he could be rather well cared for, and he knew for a fact that his slaves would WORSHIP HIM. It would also give him more time to try and find others to give jerseys too, especially with how well the first three are doing under his control.

"Already on the prowl again?" Serathin called out, Kevin looking over to see that the draconic sabrewolf was standing there in the door frame of the bedroom. "You are quite insatiable, master Kevin."

"We must continue to grow," Kevin replied simply as he showed Serathin the picture of the burly wolf on the phone. "Hey, do you know this guy? Uriex?"

Serathin looked at the phone, his eyes back to their green coloration as he examined it. "Mmmm, he's not someone that I know," Serathin replied before handing the phone back. "I'll see if I can do a deep dive on him on the internet, are you looking for anything in particular?"

"Just see if he's useful to us," Kevin stated. "I think we have things covered financially for the time being, especially once I start working myself. Speaking of such things, we're going to need that bank account of yours..."

About three hours later Kevin was back in his apartment with several bags in hand, his slave having done very well in helping him pick out the clothing for him. Flaming and Anzox joined him as well and more than once they were asked if they had just gotten back from some sort of team that they were playing. It had given him ideas for the future... but for the moment he had dismissed the others after the trip. As he finished getting into his apartment and closed the door behind him he set all the clothing bags down on the table. They started to spill out and as he looked at the garments he found his lips curling up in slight disgust.

While all the clothing that he had was necessary for work, he still didn't like the fact that he had to wear it. There was no way that he was going to give up the comforting fit of his jersey, NOR HIS ALIEN MASTERS. As he thought about it though he suddenly let out a groan as the material started to shift and ripple around his body. He looked down at himself in shock, but as the stretchy fabric began to tighten around his body he suddenly began to remember the first time this had happened.

They would always be with him, the presence in his mind reassured, and though he could feel more of his autonomy starting to get sapped out of his psyche he found it being replaced with pure pleasure and even more dominance towards his slaves. While he had initially been shocked at the sudden sensations his demeanor quickly shifted, hunching over slightly as his lips curled back into a wicked grin. Laughter started to pour out of his mouth unbidden, and the more he did it the better he felt as the clothing on him continued to conform and tighten to his body. The sensations that he were experiencing were unlike anything that he had ever felt before, and as he arched back he began to feel something probing into his tailhole while the material practically suctioned to his rear.

The feeling of the ring of muscle getting stretched open had caused him to nearly fall forward again, his hands slapping against the table as the spandex tentacle wiggling into him began to inflate. After indulging such pleasures of dominating other men it was quite the switch to have something inside of him, and as he reached down and saw his spandex-covered cock protruding from the shorts that had suctioned to his thighs he began to fondle himself while letting the tentacle push further into him. It quickly became clear where it was going on and as it snaked inside it eventually hit its target. The half-hard cock suddenly went fully erect as it hit his prostate, and as soon as it inflated and became a phallus similar to the one that was in jutted out in front of his groin as he found his hands drifting down towards it and started to stroke.

Once more the material tightened around his body and felt like it doing more then just covering his fur, the shiny fabric feeling like it had integrated with his fur and was clinging to his skin. The same happened to his shorts and as he continued to rub his hand up and down his shaft he suddenly felt his arms get pulled back as though by unseen hands, only for the sensation to continue from the ring that had encased his maleness. The alien wanted to make sure that he knew who was in charge, bringing his hands back down to the table as the dildo inside of him began to pump in and keep pressing against his inner button while spreading open his insides. The jersey that had practically suctioned to his body and eventually his eyes turned completely purple as the irises practically rolled back into his head before he disappeared.

Kevin wasn't sure how long he stood like this, his brain practically locked into the blissful euphoria of submission, but eventually he snapped back to reality as he was brought to orgasm. He almost knocked the table over as the wave of pleasure crashed down on him like a tsunami, eventually bringing him down to one knee as his thoughts returned to his mind. "Ughhh... damn..." Kevin grumbled to himself as his entire body shook, huffing loudly as he felt his maleness throbbing hard before immediately beginning to soften. "What was that all about..."

When the wolf regained his composure he continued to pant a few times while pulling himself up to his feet once more, and as he looked down at himself he saw that the jersey that he wore had come up with a rather unique solution to his problem. The spandex had tightened to the point where it looked like a second skin, not even his fur showing underneath it as he could even see his nipples. It was like his fur wasn't even there, though the uniform only covered up to his shoulders and he could see the fur sticking out of it while he found his shorts had undergone the same treatment. As his hand ran down his chest it still felt like it was his own skin he was caressing and as he went all the way down to his groin he saw that there was one thing different.

His fingers trailed down the smooth bulge that encased his cock, the number zero still on it just like the one on his chest as the material had somehow gotten shinier. It was much like wearing some sort of wetsuit or underarmor, and with it being so tight against him it meant that he could wear this and whatever else as long as it covered everything up. Considering the hem of the shorts and jersey had shrank back a bit he could get away with a shirt and pair of longer shorts, though most of the work attire that he had gotten were pants and long sleeve shirts. While he wished he could just wear the jersey entirely this was a fitting compromise, at least until he had a HAREM OF SLAVES to SERVE HIS EVERY NEED.

But he still had a few days before his first day of work, and with a potential lead with Uriex along with the three slaves he had already gained it was already a good start to get a base set up... but there was still far more that he can do.

Chapter 4:

It took two days before Kevin had gotten word back on the one that had liked his jersey photo, which he had added to the portfolio of with the help of Anzox and Flaming. He didn't want to bring a lot of attention to it, sprinkling in a few other pics that had him in his work outfits, but he wanted to see how many others he oculd entice with it before he had to incorporate his work schedule. Other then the photo shoots he also went over to their place for far more carnal means, often spending the night with them serving his every whim as he had expected. At the same time he had also decided to do a little bit of experimentation, which was interesting when he had switched their numbers and immediately saw the other wolf take charge over the dragon and bend him over the second their hypnotic conditioning had taken hold.

It was good to know, especially when as he stood in front of the mirror looking at his new workout fit in the mirror. He had tried to keep the frown off his face at seeing the business clothing on him, but before he could take it off he suddenly saw his phone start to vibrate. When he looked at the screen he saw that it was Serathin, and opening it he found a text saying that he had found all the information he could on Uriex and saw the file attached to it. When he managed to open it he found that Uriex was a rather unique character, the picture of the grey and white wolf looking at him with those red eyes as he read the profile that the draconic sabrewolf had given him.

When he got down to the profession Kevin let out a small noise of surprise; he was a bouncer at a rather popular night club, which made him wonder why he didn't have more of a social media presence. As he thought about it though he imagined that maybe doing so prevented people from harassing him if he didn't let certain people into the club. He could potentially figure it out when they met, but as he looked through the other pieces of information that had been found he also could see he was a fitness enthusiast. Given his occupation he was likely also pretty dominant, which would make things interesting should he decide to give him a higher number.

Between his desire for exercise and his position, it was definitely worth giving him a jersey to put him under their COMPLETE CONTROL. As he thought about it the only question that he had was how he would get the jersey on him. They didn't exactly have enough to make him think he was joining a basketball team, but perhaps with a few of his slaves he could figure out the means to get him isolated and under their power enough to get the jersey under their thrall. Just standing there in front of him while he worked wouldn't do it, he would have to find another way to mingle with him.

One thing that he needed to do was to scout the guy out before he made contact with him, and as Kevin brought up the group chat with the other jersey slaves he told them to meet with him in the bar that was on the other side of the nightclub. They quickly returned with an eager 'yes, master', and as he put his phone away he wondered if he would be able to wear his jersey there or if he should wear layers. Even though he didn't really like the idea of wearing clothing he knew that it had to be done, and told the others to do the same. Once he had made sure that everyone was on the same page he immediately pulled off his work clothing, opting for something as comfortable as possible while thinking about their plan of attack...

A few hours later night fell on the city, and as everyone started to go out to the various clubs and bars that the city offered there were four in particular that sat on the outdoor patio with drink in hand. Though they pretended to be watching the game on one of the televisions that were out there, in reality their eyes were on the rather large, muscular bouncer wolf that was letting people into the club across the street. "So, that's our target," Anzox said after the food they had ordered, partially to keep their cover and mostly because Serathin complained he was hungry, for arrived. "He's quite the bruiser, isn't he?"

"He's also not one to mess with," Serathin replied as he ate a mozzarella stick, motioning over to him as the wolf took some twink by the collar and tossed him into the bushes. "That's the third time he has done that, and not a single person has called the police yet."

"Well, he has certainly established himself, that's for sure," Kevin said with a chuckle. "That's something we could certainly use, especially since he deals with all the club goers and essentially has a number of ways he can dominate people. The only question is how we're going to get him alone long enough to get a jersey on him."

"I mean, he liked Kevin's pictures," Flaming said as he sipped his beer. "Can't he just go up and flirt with him or something?"

"Turns out he just liked the look," Kevin replied with a sigh. "So we're going to have to find a new angle when it comes to the approach, I just can't flirt my way to him."

"Maybe you could get in line and hang around him long enough to try?" Anzox asked.

"He's rather efficient at his task," Serathin explained. "He processes people very quickly so that he could keep the line moving, and anyone that gives him flak about it ends up in those same bushes. The only time he leaves the door is when he takes his breaks and another guy comes up to the front, probably security from the inside that take his place so he can actually have a breather."

Kevin merely nodded his head and took one of the pieces of garlic bread that had been ordered, thinking about what they had said as he continued to watch the wolf. It seemed like they might be at a bit of an impasse when it came to trying to expose Uriex to the jersey; the only one that had a connection to him was Kevin, and it wasn't exactly like they were the bets of friends. As he pressed his fingers against the top of the jersey that was hidden in his hoodie he wished that he had brought more, though he really only wanted the one bouncer in the club since he didn't want to put all his eggs in one basket. When he asked Serathin where he took his break the hybrid replied that he usually just went around to the other side of the club, which was where he guessed there was a way into the employee area or potentially a back lot where he sat in his car.

That could be the place where they could make things happen, Kevin thought as he continued to watch Uriex processing the line. They were going to need to have all of them working together in order to make it happen, and given that they had just seen him take a break about an hour ago they had a chance to get into position to take advantage of it. The only problem was that with the night getting longer he probably only had once more before the end of the night, so if they wanted to get this done before the end of the night they would have to get it right in one shot...

The hours passed and eventually the line leading into the nightclub grew shorter. With it getting later in the night and with the time getting closer to when it was bar close there were far more people leaving the nightclub then trying to get in. He still had to stay out there to make sure no one would attempt to sneak in at the eleventh hour without getting some sort of identification check. As he looked at his watch he could see that they were getting close to his last break, which as he thought about it the front door opened and another member of security came out and relieved him. The wolf gave a nod and patted him on the shoulder before he headed back towards the alley to relax for a few minutes, passing by a draconic sabrewolf who was on his phone as he leaned against the alley.

Uriex paid it no mind, there were people that hung around the alley all the time either waiting for people or potentially looking for a hook-up. Generally the latter was frowned upon and he was supposed to clear those people out, but since he was the front door man he left it to the others to do that since he generally didn't care. All he wanted to do was get a drink and take a few minutes to clear his head before he had to deal with the flux of people coming out, knowing he would have to probably corral a few people to cabs and rideshares before the night was over. It wasn't the most fun part of his job, but the people that usually frequented the club were pretty well behaved on the most part so he didn't have to do too much.

As he got to the back area where the employees parked their cars he was about to head towards the back entrance when he saw someone moving about. Uriex frowned slightly at that; with everyone at the club supposed to be working, there should be no one that was out there at that time. "Hey, this is private property," Uriex said simply. "If you parked your car back here then I suggest that you get it out before it gets towed."

There was no response; but as Uriex continued to watch he saw that the shadow he had caught a glance of was still moving around, hiding around near the back of the lot. "Hey, you're not in trouble yet," Uriex called out, getting slightly more irritated that he was having his break tick away while dealing with this. "Just take a hike and we won't have to go any further, but if you keep hiding around like this then we're going to have a problem. Hello?"

Once more there was no response, and this time Uriex could feel his ears twitch slightly in anger as he put his hand off of the door handle. He began to fume as he stomped over towards the back of the lot. Just as he was about to flex his arms and got ready to toss the guy he stopped when he looked at the other wolf in the jersey. When the other man looked up he could see a pair of earbuds that were in his ears, and as Uriex saw his face he was slightly in surprise.

"Kevin?" Uriex asked, Kevin taking out his ear buds as he stood up to face him. "What are you doing out here? And what's with the jersey?"

"Hey, I was just out taking a jog actually just thought that this was a through alley," Kevin lied, looking to see that the other two who had been behind the car hiding were slowly making their way up. "You're Uriex, right? Just out of curiosity, how do we know each other again?"

"I had provided security at a function and you needed me to help you find your phone once everything was done," Uriex explained.

"Wait, are you talking about that concert in the park?" Kevin asked, Uriex nodding in response. "That was like, five years ago, I'm surprised you remember me from that."

"Yeah, my job entails that I have a good memory of people and why I know them," Uriex stated with a smirk. "I'm actually on the clock right now, just thought you were someone maybe trying to break into cars, but I can still walk you out of the alley if you'd like."

Just as Kevin was agreeing to that Anzox came up to them; to Uriex it seemed like the dragon had come out of nowhere and as they bumped into each other the wolf bouncer suddenly felt something cold and wet go down his back. "Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry!" Anzox said as he attempted to wipe the liquid off the stained shirt. "I had just come out the back to get some fresh air and thought something was going on here, my bad."

"Don't worry about it," Uriex said with a sigh, trying not to be mad at the drunken patron as he turned to look at him. He could already feel whatever alcoholic beverage was in that glass soaking into the fabric and then his fur, prompting him to take it off. "You do know you're not supposed to be back here, and that carrying alcoholic drinks like that is illegal?"

Anzox just grinned sheepishly, and as Uriex rolled his eyes he wondered if he even had another shirt before Kevin stopped him. "Hey, why don't you wear this?" Kevin offered, tossing Uriex a jersey that looked a lot like the one he was wearing. "Just until you can find something better, can't imagine that being out here in the cold is very fun."

Though Uriex hadn't initially thought that it was that cold before, he suddenly felt a chill go down his spine as his bare, muscular chest was exposed to the breeze. He hadn't realized that the eyes of the two had turned purple as they watched the other man grab the jersey out of the air and took a look at it. The contact was just the start, but they could already see that other thoughts were starting to take over his other senses. They had to be quick about it though, he didn't want to get him in trouble and if they overextended his break he might push the need to do his job over the strange new feelings that he was starting to experience.

Fortunately they had already taken the time to get him completely inundated, and as Uriex clearly was on the fence on taking the gift he suddenly had another person bump into him. Flaming had also apologized and pretended to be drunk as an excuse to touch him, running his hands along the thick stomach fur of the bouncer wolf's chest while saying he looked hot. Though it was meant to also entice him, feeling Flaming pressing against him for that brief moment had prompted him to put the jersey on so that he could be decent while telling him that he would be escorting him out of the alley. The second that he let the supple material slide against his skin Kevin could tell that he was theirs, feeling the connection starting to build between them just like it had the other three as he gave his two slaves a nod.

"Hey, you're pretty hot," Anzox said as he came up to the surprised wolf, brushing his fingers down the number nine that was on the jersey. "Can my friend and I here suck your dick?"

Though Uriex was shocked at the sudden offer, he suddenly felt a wave of lust wash over him at the attention of the two men. He hadn't even noticed that Flaming was also wearing the same jersey as Kevin as the white-furred wolf walked over while the two knelt down. Though the number on his chest denoted that the two were actually above him, they needed to keep bringing him into the fold through pleasure and didn't want to push his place in the pecking order until they had gotten him fully suited up. With it being so late in the night he doubted that the club would even notice the change in uniform, and once they had finished for the night then they would get him more situated as the two of them pulled down their pants and exposed his throbbing cock.

There was a moment where Uriex looked at the two amorous males in surprise, but his face almost immediately began to soften as the alien presence within the jersey top had already began to infiltrate his mind. Kevin smirked as another joined the HAREM , falling under their sway as the red in his eyes began to filter to purple. By the time the dragon had started to suck on his half-hard member while Flaming tongued his sack, ramping up the pleasure so that his mental barriers were eroded even quicker. Kevin had waited until they had gotten him completely suffused with pleasure before he walked over, briefs in hand as Flaming guided Uriex's feet to pull off his pants and boxers to be replaced with the ones that Kevin had.

Uriex's eyes had started to roll back as the two skilled maws continued to tease and suck on the sensitive flesh, his mouth hanging open slightly while he leaned against the brick. He had always heard about the other bouncers getting sexual favors in exchange for certain things, but he had never been one to exchange such things since he had the most responsibility. These guys didn't even want anything in return it seemed, though in reality they were taking everything of him as his body began to tremble from all the pleasure that he was getting. He didn't even notice that he was completely bare from the waist down, but that was quickly rectified as Kevin got the briefs and shorts pulled up his furry thighs to just below his exposed cock.

As soon as the outfit was complete on him Uriex's head snapped back and his hands grabbed onto the head of the dragon as he came, Anzox pulling off and letting the wolf fire his cum into the alley as Flaming stroked his shaft to squeeze out even more of his cum while still fondling his sack. "There we go, get all that independence out of you," Kevin said as he could see the other wolf panting, his eyes completely glazed over with pleasure and the irises almost completely purple. "Empty your head of those thoughts, allow the MASTER INSIDE YOUR BRAIN."

The only thing that escaped from the lips of the bouncer was a slight gurgle, his thoughts completely obliterated while the tendrils of influence were weaving their way through his mind. While he wasn't sure how long the break he had was, he wanted to make sure that he knew who his master was. With the number nine shining on both his briefs and on his jersey top, and with their power solidified over him it was time to quickly put him in his place. Kevin told him to get on his hands and knees to reciprocate the favor that the two had done for him, which as the wolf nodded he had already started to sink down on his feet while his shorts and briefs were pulled up to encase his cock.

The three stared down with a gleam in his eyes as they all pulled down their pants, exposing themselves to the bigger wolf that could have easily tossed all of them across the parking lot. Instead he looked almost eager as he began with his true master, looking up at Kevin while grabbing onto his cock and immediately started to suck on it, his cheeks suctioning in as he immediately began to bob his head up and down. Though the pleasure was exquisite he found himself throbbing at seeing the TOTAL SUBMISSION that came from their newest slave. It didn't take long before he moved on from him to the dragon, then to the other wolf as he served them all until they heard a beep coming from his watch.

It was time for the bouncer to go back to work, and though they hadn't finished yet there would be plenty of time and opportunity for that later as Kevin snapped his fingers and brought Uriex to attention. After whispering a few things in his ear he gave the large bulging package of the wolf a squeeze, and then sent him on his way. While this was a quick conversion the jersey was on him, which meant they had control over him until the time he decided to take it off. Though he wasn't completely in their clutches yet, it wouldn't take long before he was once he had gotten done with work.

A few minutes later the security guard had started to pace back and forth as the time for him to be outside was over, and just as he started to wonder where the other guy was he felt a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, there you are," the bull said as he turned around, only to look Uriex up and down in slight surprise. "What the hell, you go to the gym while you were on break?"

"Ah, some drunk asshole spilled a drink on me and this was all I had in my car," Uriex said as he brought his hands up and slid them down the silky fabric. "It's almost the end of the night anyway so I doubt anyone will care."

The bull continued to look him over another time, then chuckled and put his hand to his head. "Yeah man, I think you're fine," the security guard said as he patted Uriex on the shoulder. "Good luck handling all the drunks when you look like you're going to box them out."

Uriex just rolled his eyes at that and watched him go into the club, then took his position in front of the door. Though the wolf was a bit confused on why he had gotten into the jersey in the first place, but the excuse that he had been spilled on seemed reasonable enough. As he stood about he happened to notice that there was someone looking at him from across the street, looking over to see the white-furred wolf standing there in a jersey similar to the one that he was wearing. That was strange... but as his eyes flashed purple he quickly forgot about it and went back to his job, unaware that there was an address in his phone that he would be going to once he was done.

About three hours later Uriex was at the door of a place he had never been to before, and as he opened the door to the loft he found his confusion growing more. As soon as he had left his work, which he had gotten a bit more hassle for having to finish up his day while in his workout clothes, he had found himself getting into his car and driving over to practically the other side of town. He had ended up in a rather nice section of town, going to one building in particular where he buzzed the button marked with the name Serathin on it. No sooner had he done so then he found the door being buzzed in, allowing the wolf to go inside and see what was going on.

It didn't take him long until Uriex had gotten to the loft, and as soon as he stepped through the door he felt a wave of sensation wash over his mind. Almost immediately his eyes turned purple once more and his shorts began to tent while he walked into the door and made his way to where the other three were. The first thing he saw was Kevin sitting there on the couch, his pants pulled down with Anzox and Flaming stroking up and down his chest. Uriex found his heart pounding in his chest as he could feel his thoughts growing sluggish, the longer he stood there the more he found his confusion being replaced with languid submission.

"Good to see you again, Uriex," Kevin said, the devious smirk on his face growing as he could see that the other wolf was staring at him in both confusion and lust. "It's about time YOU JOIN US."

"I... I'm not even sure why I'm here," Uriex replied, turning slightly when he saw the draconic sabrewolf pass by him with the same expression on his face as Kevin. "Kevin, what's going on?"

" YOU WILL REFER TO US AS MASTER," Kevin said as he stood up, though there was an otherworldly tone that was coming from the white-furred wolf as he suddenly approached the bigger man. Uriex suddenly felt like he was the one that was only a meter tall as those shining eyes stared into his soul, causing him to shudder as the draconic sabrewolf rubbed his hand into his jersey. "YOU WILL KNOW YOUR PLACE, SLAVE NINE, AND WE WILL TEACH YOU TRUE SUBMISSION."

Though Uriex found the tone to be slightly disturbing, it was swiftly overwhelmed by the pure power that came from the jersey that he wore. As soon as attention was brought to the number that he wore it felt like it had been burned into his very soul, though as Kevin continued to watch he knew that at any time he could pull that off of him and give him a lower number to take over the dragon or other world. He could even have him switch with Serathin, though for the moment he was content in the current breakdown he had as he had Uriex turn around.

It was time TO BREAK THIS SLAVE IN , and as Kevin brought down the shorts and briefs to expose his tailhole the other three continued to watch, standing at attention while they continued to push out the front of their shorts. Though he could have told them to particpate, he wanted to make sure that his slaves saw their master break in another one. They were more than ready to stand at attention, jerseys glinting in the light and their purple eyes shining as the alien presence solidified in their mind just like it had with Kevin. Regardless of what number they wore they would always belong to it, just like Kevin was as he started to push his cock into the rear of the other creature.

Uriex let out a slight gasp as he was penetrated, and as they were able to truly bond the connection they had begun to form while in the back alley was immediately strengthened. Though the pleasure was delicious this once more was just to show the bigger wolf his place, Kevin reaching up underneath the jersey and tweaking his nipples as he continued to thrust his hips forward to sink even more of his cock inside of him. Everything else that had concerned Kevin before, his work, the need for clothes, and everything else slipped from the white-furred wolf's mind. There was only one thing that concerned him, and that was COMPLETE AND TOTAL DOMINANCE.

OBEDIENCE.

MORE SLAVES.

HE WOULD CREATE THEM.

HE WOULD TAKE PLEASURE IN BREAKING THEM.

...and as Kevin took Uriex in Serathin's apartment, there was a development taking place at his as two men wheeled a large crate to his door. "Alright, this is the spot," the first delivery guy said as the second dropped the wooden box. "What does anyone do with a hundred jerseys?"

"I don't know and I don't care," the second delivery driver said. "Especially considering this is like the fifth crate of these that I've delivered around the area. Maybe someone is starting up some sort of basketball team."

The first deliver driver just shrugged and the two made their way back towards the truck, unaware of what they had just unleashed upon the city...