Jake's Exotic Pet Store by WarhawkCJF

Jake's Exotic Pet Store

WarhawkCJF, Bear, Fingering, Gay, Hypnosis, M/M, Master/Slave, Mind Control, Mind wipe, Musk, Oral, Wolf

Hey guys! I've had a fair bit of experience in writing, but this is my first attempt at smut. It was also a submission to Hypno Bear Week. Any and all criticism is accepted, please don't hesitate to let me know!

Brad was having a really bad day. His final grades for the semester had recently come out(much to his parents' disappointment), his girlfriend broke up with him this morning, and as topping to today's cake of disappointment, he had been laid off today. He still remembered the look on his boss' face when he gave those horrible words.

"Brad, there's been much consideration in the upper levels, and we've decided to downsize. I'm very sorry, but we're going to have to let you go."

Minimum wage job as it was, he was still fired and had no income. His parents, as much as they watched and judged his every move with malice, had long forgone the idea of financial support. He was drowning in student debt, and with no income, he was sure he wouldn't be able to last the rest of the year.

All this went through his mind a mile a minute as he rode the elevator up to his apartment. The landlord, while usually charging a lot for a building this quality, gave an exclusive deal to Brad in light of his disposition.

His mind began to spin faster and faster, not even knowing at what point a thought would start or end. At some point, they started overlapping into sheer chaos of his mind. Brad brought his hands to his head, feeling that if he didn't stop in seconds, he would lose his mind.

The ding of the elevator broke him from his reverie of disaster, and he quickly hurried to his door. He fumbled with the keys, opened the door, and shoved the door louder than he'd ever done it in his life. Upon entering his two-room apartment, he stood at the door, not even sure how to move forward.

The lights were off, meaning his roommate wasn't home. Good. As much as he loved the ferret, now was not a time for his chipper attitude. Suddenly a pressing feeling appeared in his bladder, and Brad made a beeline for his bathroom.

As he fished out his flaccid cock and let loose, he looked up at himself in the mirror. Though he was 24 years old, many would confuse him for mid-thirties. The bear was stockily built, and while he had quite a belly, he wasn't quite fat. He had a neatly trimmed beard, which grew out for about two inches and wonderfully complimented his bright green eyes. While his belly went out a distance, his pecs didn't quite sag but had above average size. His arms were larger than most, even after his 6 feet 1 inch frame. Brad had the body style most would call husky. His fur was grey all around his body, with his beard, chest, pubic, and arm hair being a light brown. His collared shirt did not do a good job hiding his body hair, with a brown forest coming out the top and a very hairy belly showing as he pulled his shirt up.

As he put is tool away after relieving himself, he flushed the toilet and began to wash his hands. He was never a cold-loving guy, despite his abundance of fur. As such, he put the water on hot. As he was drying off his hands, he heard a knock at the door.

His short ears perked up, wondering at the chances of someone showing up minutes after he got home. He quickly dried his hands and made his way to the door, still not bothering to turn on the lights. As he opened it all his senses went wild.

A canine stood before him, he looked like a wolf, but Brad was not sure. He had gray fur with black accents and stood three inches shorter than Brad. He had a very lithe frame and wore baggy cargo shorts and a plaid button up shirt. The top three buttons were undone, showing his muscular chest(not overly so, but enough to gain attention). But the part of his appearance that struck Brad the most was his eyes. One was blue, and the other a bright pink. He had never seen anything like it before, and it was truly captivating. Brad was caught entirely off guard by them but found himself staring into them dreamily. He could look at them forever... lose himself in them... serve them...

Brad shook himself out of the trance, only to be hit by a substantial wave of musk. Potent, robust and masculine musk. The wolf had clearly just finished a draining activity, judging by the amount of sweat he had accumulated on his bare chest. Brad took a deep, deliberate breath, savoring every moment of it. He didn't know what it smelled like, but it felt so good.

Brad realized that he had been staring for a solid thirty seconds before saying anything, and tried his best to bring himself up to speed. "C-can I help you?" He struggled to even think of the words. He didn't even know what to think around this guy.

"Hi!" The canine began in a gleeful tone, "I assume you're Brad Barrington right?" This question drew a very numb nod from Brad, not even thinking about how he knew his name.

"Well Brad, I work at a pet store down the street, and I was wondering if you wanted a job! I know things have been tough for you recently, with Darlene and your grades, and I was in need of some new workers! I know you'll be just the guy to join my program!"

Brad almost shouted yes right there. Anything for him. He just needed to obey this canine. Those eyes, and that smell. It almost turned off his brain.

Almost.

"Excu-" Brad coughed, trying to gain his voice back, "But who are you? And how do you know so much about me? I've never met you before and I don't think I've-"

Brad was immediately cut off by his head being pulled down into a deep and passionate kiss. He could have cum right then and there, but something was holding him back. The canine's tongue shot into his mouth, exploring every secret it had as Brad fought to simply not pass out. He swam in that smell, loving every moment of it. One of the canine's hands reached down to grope his incredibly hard dick, causing Brad to moan incredibly loud into the man's mouth.

After what felt like an eternity the mystery man pulled his head back, eliciting a loud and needy moan from Brad. There were no more thoughts in his head, only unadulterated lust. His mind was still blanked out from the smell, but then he saw the canine's eyes burning into his with a passionate gaze.

He felt the world around him go dark and felt his mind begin to faze out. Reality ceased to exist, and nothing around him remained coherent. Brad passed out from all the overstimulation.

Brad awoke with a gasp. He was out of breath, drenched in sweat, and ultimately brain fucked. As he gasped for air, he rolled over on to his stomach, doing everything he could to hold on to the consciousness he so desperately needed. He looked around. It was night, or at least looking out the windows told him that. He was on the floor, the lights were off, and he was reeking of stench. He down at himself and groaned, seeing his entire shirt soaked with sweat and giving off quite a smell. But there was something else. A card poked out of his shirt pocket, one he didn't remember. He fished it out, and read the information on it.

JAKE'S EXOTIC PET STORE

FOR ALL YOUR NEEDS

WE HAVE EVERYTHING YOU COULD EVER DREAM OF, AND MORE! COME DISCOVER YOURSELF AS YOU BROWSE OUR WARES

Brad looked at the card in confusion, not understanding any of it. Who was Jake? Why was there a pet store card in his pocket? He hated pets. Furthermore, why was he drenched in sweat and why was he on the floor?!? He flipped over the card and froze when he saw the back.

Looks like you were pretty excited kiddo. Come by my shop and we can discuss more about that job.

-J

By the way, don't change or shower before coming.

Below it was an address.

Brad's mind blanked out once again. He had no independent thoughts, no actions of his own, no cares. He just needed to do as he was told. He immediately left his apartment, not even bothering to close the door on his way out. That's the only part of the trip he remembered.

He came to again as he walked through the door of the pet shop, looking around with almost a panic. How did he get here? He didn't remember walking here. What's going on? He wanted to turn to leave, but he knew he couldn't do that. He knew it wouldn't be allowed.

Just as he was about to panic, he heard an eerily familiar voice.

"Hey hey! Just who I was waiting for!" The grey canine came around an unseen corner, calling to Brad with glee. Then Brad saw it. Those eyes. Those eyes that beckoned to him. Called him to serve, and love every moment of it. Before he could continue thinking(which was becoming more difficult by the second), Jake spoke up again. Wait. How did he know his name was Jake? It didn't matter.

"I can tell you're a little bit confused, so why don't you come to the back with me. Away from all these prying eyes of the city." Brad immediately tensed up, not knowing what to do.

"I-I don't think I should go wi-" Brad never got to finish his protest. Jake grabbed the taller bear and looked him in the eyes. His eyes gazed deep into Brad's very mind.

"Come into the back with me Brad." His voice rang around in Brad's head, muting any protest he might have had. His voice had to be obeyed. He was in charge.

Brad's mind blacked out, and he came to again tied to a chair in a dark room. He couldn't see the walls, but he could see a pool of light about 10 feet in diameter. What was this place?

He immediately noticed Jake standing there, stark naked. Brad immediately blushed and looked away. As he looked away, he realized that he was naked! How did this happen???

He was tied to a chair, naked, and his clothes were nowhere to be found. What's going on? How did this-

"Brad, what's the fourth rule I told you?" Jake asked in a commanding tone.

"Never look away when someone is naked," Brad spoke this without hesitation, without knowledge of the words, but his brain immediately took them as the gospel. He looked back at Jake, his fear and apprehension gone.

"Good. Now it's time for the second part of your training. You should be excited, Brad." At that Brad's cock began to rise. His master said he should be excited, so of course he'd be excited! Why wouldn't he be?

After seeing this, Jake walked over to Brad and shoved his face into his musky armpit. "Lick."

The command was simple, but to Brad, it meant the world. He immediately began to lather up the sweaty pit, loving every moment of it. His master smelled so good! Nothing in the world ever had him so fulfilled, so happy. So raunchy, sweaty, manly. He started to forget where he was, who he was. He just wanted to drown in that musk, smear it on his face and mark himself forever of his master.

"Ahh yes, that's a good little pet. Dig in there really deep, drown yourself on my musk little one."

Brad moaned into the pit, and his cock got harder, if such a thing was even possible. Here he was, indulging himself on the greatest thing in the world and master was praising him for it! He could have cum, but something was holding him back...

Jake pulled his armpit back, causing Brad to shout with need. It wasn't any words, just an animalistic yell of need. Jake, however, was not having it. He clamped the bear's muzzle shut with his paws.

"No Brad. You never get unhappy with master's actions."

He then let go of Brad's muzzle and instead held his head on either side firmly. He looked into Brad's eyes and began giving commands.

"You're going to repeat after me. Everything you say, you are going to believe with all your heart and being. I have no name."

"I have no name."

"I have no past."

"I will not remember anything of my past, nor any of my personality."

"I am slave number 047."

"I exist to serve my master's needs. What he wants, I want."

"My master's touch is the greatest thing I will ever feel. It makes me needy."

"I am a horny little slut for my master. That's all I will ever be."

"Good. You may stop now. Now tell me, what is your name?"

Brad spoke without hesitation, "I am slave number 047." He responded in a monotone voice, unaware of what he once was.

"Good. Now when you cum, you will forget everything you once were. Your brain will discard that information. You don't need it. You need to serve master. These memories will only get in your way."

Jake, no MASTER, didn't even wait for a response. With this, he dived on the bear's cock, eating in the whole 8 inches in one action. Brad rocked his head back in bliss, not even remotely prepared for the amount of pleasure rolling his body. He began to writhe in pleasure as his master kept sucking his cock with unparalleled skill.

Jake was relentless. He bobbed his head up and down on the entire cock, his tongue poking the cockslit and even daring to push inside from time to time. His right paw reached up and began to tweak Brad's enormously hard nipple, wanting to show the bear the pleasure that came from serving master. His left hand went down to find the bear's asshole, and without any pleasantries stuck his middle finger in.

If Brad wasn't in heaven before, he certainly was now. He didn't think, he didn't care, he didn't know anything. All he knew was his neverending love for his master and his need to serve him. And the pleasure. He was drowning in it. He'd never felt anything like this, but he knew that it was the greatest thing he'd ever feel. The mouth around his cock, the hand on his nipple, the rough fingerfucking of his ass, it was pure bliss.

The wolf began to hilt his finger in Brad's ass, searching around for one particular spot. As he brought his nose deep into the bear's sweaty pubic fur, his finger came across a soft, bulbous spot that he recognized instantly. He jabbed his finger into it relentlessly, stimulating it as hard as he could. He heard Brad scream above him, loving every moment of it. But he knew that the bear wouldn't cum. He didn't allow it.

The wolf pulled off the bear's cock but continued to assault his prostate as hard as he could. "You want to cum boy?" The wolf spoke loudly, abandoning Brad's nipple to pull his face down to look right into his eyes.

"Oh god, YES! Let me cum please!" Brad screamed at the top of his lungs. He would plead, beg, he would do anything to get the release.

"Then say it! Say I'm your master! Say I'm your lord!"

"Yes! You're my master! I'm yours! You're my lord!"

Jake chuckled to himself, making sure to remember never to stop fingerfucking the whining bear. "Then cum." He spoke in a low, self-satisfied tone.

Brad, no slave 047, shook with absolute bliss. His hands and legs were still tied in place, but that did nothing to stop him from moaning, screaming, and trembling with release. His cock shot over his head and landed in his hair. The next shot went into his beard, then on his nose. He then shot two massive shots on his chest, slowly bringing his stream down to a constant dribble.

He panted heavily, drowning once again in the combined musk of him and his master. He bathed in the afterglow, not even pausing to think about anything else. Then, a familiar feeling approached, starting with the corners of his vision going black. Reality seemed to disappear, and his already spent mind began to go dark. The one thing that stayed with him as he passed out was those eyes. Reminding him of who he was, and whom he served.

Slave 047 awoke with a start. He was sitting in a cell, a single dim light on a ceiling. There was a door, and it had a barred window about eye height. He overheard a conversation on the outside.

"Male, 24, bear, height: 6'1", body type: husky and hairy. How much for him?"

"$3000."

"No. $2500."

"Look bud. You can either pay my fee or find another place for exotic pets. However, you know just as well as I do that you'll never find one as good as mine."

sigh

"Fine. $3000. But this one had better be worth it. It says here he's number 047, did he have a name?"

"Brad. And I assure you sir, my products are always worth it."

"It better be. Brad, huh? I don't like it. I'll rename him tonight."

A click and the cell door opened. 047 looked at the door and saw his master and someone else. He was in a business suit, but that's all he could tell in this dark environment.

"Good morning 047! I have someone here for you! He's going to be his new master, and you are going to serve him well."

Slave 047 didn't know who this man was, but he knew that he would serve him with all his heart.

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