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It isn't every day that a muscled straight guy walks into a gay bar. It was obvious from his posture that the middle-aged wolf didn't want to be there. His hackles were raised, but he was clearly following another wolf dressed up in pup gear.

"Who's that?" an effeminate ram in mesh clothing asked, stopping the pup momentarily by tugging his harness.

"He's my stepdad," the younger wolf said, blushing beneath his mask as the ram manhandled him. "Mom ordered him to come watch my pageant," he explained, pawing submissively at the ram's grasp as to indicate that he needed to keep moving. "He's not here by choice, so could you get the guys to leave him alone?"

"Don't worry. I'll make sure he's plenty taken care of. I might even get him to change his mind on his willingness to be here. Go on and get to the back, Rex."

"Ruff!" the pup barked, his gear jingling as he got on all fours and started parading to the back of the stage. Rex wasn't his real name, but it was on his pet tag and it was what everyone called him.

The older lupine was just shaking his head as he watched his stepson walk off like a feral. "You'd best not think that you're going to talk to me that way, sheep," he said, glaring at the woolen twink at his approach.

"Not at all. Everyone who is here consents to being here. If you don't want to be here, then you can go," the sheep said, dismissing the older male's concerns with a wave of his paw. "I'm a judge for the pageant your boy is in. I'm just taking care of a problem before it becomes one. Are you going to be a problem?"

The wolf growled, "I ain't going to start anything, but I'll finish it if someone else starts it."

"Well that might end up being something," the ram said, cocking an eyebrow. "Some of the pups are mighty handsy. Same with the handlers, come to think of it. It's how the local packs are." The skinny fur teased his paw closer as if to caress the older wolf's arms. His arms danced backwards only as the wolf bared his fangs at him. "If you'd prefer, I could give you access to one of the private rooms in the back and you can watch from the screen."

"This better not be some scheme. I'm taken and not on your team. Not interested in a little fleece coat," the wolf said, narrowing his eyes at the cheekiness of this small ram.

"You'll be the only one with a key. Each of the contestants in the pageant is given a room to prep in privately and watch their competition walk the stage. There's a deadbolt if you don't want anyone else joining you," the ram explained, holding out a key to the larger fur.

The wolf snatched it without hesitation, walking away as the ram called after him "to your left, behind the curtain. Room 12."

---

Damian spouted profanities to himself under his breath. He opened the door expecting it to be some gay trap full of pink umbrellas and miniskirts. Instead, there was just a couch from which to watch the television. The only other piece of furniture in the room was a desk that sported a large mirror on its center.

Still suspicious, the wolf locked the door behind him and sat onto the couch. The television was already on, with a broadcast of the main stage and the boisterous patrons that surrounded it. He looked for a remote to change the channel so he could watch something else, but it wasn't on the couch.

He decided to continue his search at the drawer. Instead of the remote, he found that it was full of pup gear: stock collars, leashes, harnesses, muzzles, and the like. There were even a few stranger fetish items mixed in the lower drawer which caused him to immediately slam it shut and retreat to the couch.

The wolf sighed, closing his eyes and allowing the ambient noise from the screen lull him to rest. The wife had taken his phone so he couldn't just play a game or browse the web. He could probably get a nap in. The muscled wolf prided himself on his ability to fall asleep anywhere. Opening his eyes only to make sure the deadbolt was fully secured before fully allowing himself to relax.

Relax. That was the word that was inhabiting his mind right now. That's right. He just needed to relax. He was so mad about being forced to do this that he hadn't even tried to enjoy himself. He just needed to be open-minded.

Open-minded. That's right. Plenty of his gym and work friends were gay. He was fine with his stepson being gay too. Why couldn't he be fine with the pup pageant?

Pup. It wasn't really that much of a stretch. They were wolves. All wolves are pups at some point. Some just like to stay pups. It wouldn't be so bad to be a pup. What's the worst part of it? The collar?

A collar? Damian stood to his feet, opening his eyes as he maneuvered over to the desk containing the pup gear, examining the broadest of the neoprene collars before fastening it to his neck. That wasn't so bad, was it? It was just like a scarf or any other piece of neck clothing. But of course the other pups weren't dressed like him. They were mostly naked.

Naked. Damian began taking off his clothes until he was wearing nothing but the collar, his clothes discarded in a heap in the corner. It felt good to be naked. It was freeing. But maybe too free.

Too free felt like the right words. He opened the bottom drawer that he'd slammed shut earlier and pulled out a cage. A chastity cage to be specific. Somehow knowing immediately what to do, he threaded his balls through the ring and allowed his girthy meat to be restrained by the cold metal as he slid it in. He heard a click when the two parts met. He didn't much care that he didn't know where the key was. But even once it was fastened, he still wasn't secure enough. He began putting on the harness, a pup mask, and a lead. There. But even now, he felt wrong. He needed guidance. What was he doing wrong? He looked to the door and undid the deadbolt, unphased by the newly naked ram from earlier that strolled in.

"Good puppy," the ram said, patting Damian's head and making sure that everything was on correctly. "You did a very good job getting started."

The praise echoed in Damian's brain and his tail began to wag behind him. He wanted to ask something, but his mind was too fuzzy. Pups didn't speak anyway, right? Speak? "Ruff!" he barked. There! That was what he wanted to say.

The ram then grabbed at the older wolf's lead. Damian's paws went up submissively and his eyes pleaded. While he'd spoken his mind, he was still waiting on the answer from the ram. He knew whatever it was would be important. The ram showed a stamped metal tag to the larger wolf. "Fido," it said. And once it clipped on, Damian suddenly exploded in joy, something clicking in his brain - a deep connection to the ram...his master. The newly found pup began to lap at his master's muzzle affectionately and without abandon, not knowing what else to do with his sudden enthusiasm.

The effeminate ram skillfully tugged on that leash, redirecting 'Fido's' licks lower and lower until the older wolf was licking at the ram's penis and balls, nuzzling them softly in between. "Didn't even need to break out the peanut butter. Most pups aren't this eager their first time, hypnosis or not" the ram said, taking his penis in his paw and directing it into the pup's muzzle.

Fido showed no reservations, immediately knowing what his master wanted, bobbing up and down on the ram's penis and allowing himself to be used.

"That's a good boy," the ram praised, petting the dog and only increasingly the willingness of the pup which now actively suckled and licked at the cock before him. "As much as I'd like to stay and play, we've got to get you all ready for the stage." The effeminate ram then pulled back the lead, stroking his own liberated cock until his cum shot all over Fido's face.

Fido panted, regaining his breath. As the hot jizz covered his snout and face, he whimpered, knowing that he needed permission to lap at his master's spunk. None of that precious liquid was going into his maw as he knew it was meant to if he'd been good. The ram brought his penis closer and the pup knew from the tugging on the lead that he wasn't meant to lick him clean. Instead, the ram smeared the rest of his cum onto the drier parts of his face, ensuring that it was obvious to anyone that his face had been fucked.

The ram didn't show much affection after aside from a short pat on the head. Led slowly on all fours, Fido willingly followed his master into the crowd. Still very uncertain on all fours but making up for it with his physique, he was able to climb the short set of stairs that led onto the stage. His tail between his legs, he didn't know what to do. He wanted his master to tell him what to do. And so the ram did. Tugging the leash, his master lowered his front half, raising his ass and tail forcefully. At first, he thought that the ram might fuck him in front of the crowd. His tail wagged at the implication that he'd be taken by his master, but it wasn't the case. "Stay here and keep your tail raised until I tell you otherwise," he ordered. "And maybe afterwards you'll get a treat. But only if you obey for the whole time."

The crowd hooted and hollered at the show of the naked muscled wolf being manhandled by the femme sheep. Their cries were relatively indistinguishable while his master was ordering him. But master left the stage and the other furs' voices started coming through.

"And our first contestant is a new leather pup without a master to call his own yet. He's been doing pup pageants for a year now and his stepfather is on stage supporting him. Give it up for Reeeeeeex!"

The words' meaning didn't register to Fido. His master had ordered him to stay in this position, and so he stayed. He heard another handler issuing commands, but they weren't HIS handler. "Walk. Present. Mount."

It was on the last command that Fido felt a weight atop him. They were fairly heavy. Too heavy to be master. And they were furred. Not woolen. Still, his master had ordered him to present himself and keep his tail raised. So even though the pup above him was probing his tailhole with his penis, he stayed like a good dog. A screen that reflected the main stage showed a pup that looked very much like him in similar gear. The main differences were that this pup was much younger and didn't have a metal cage trapping his obviously engorged member. His eyes seemed to be vacant and there was almost a mesmerizing quality to the way they swirled.

The freshly clothed ram walked to his seat on the judging panel and Fido's eyes immediately darted towards him. He could see the words as the ram mouthed them, because he so badly wanted to be told them. "Good boy."

The penis penetrated him, and it was those praising words that kept him still. His hole was virgin. He'd never had a male inside of him. If he wanted it to be anyone for his first time, it should've been his master. But master had ordered it, so he allowed the male atop to breed him.

And breed him they did. With initial hesitation, the pup atop continued battering his virgin hole as the crowd cheered him on. It was over a minute before the pup's knot started to press against his tailhole. But his master's smile was keeping the pain out of his mind.

"Knot! Knot! Knot!" the crowd cheered in unison as Rex continued pounding away into his stepfather.

Plop!

Rex let out a howl as his stepfather's virgin hole was too much for him to handle, just barely able to get the knot inside of him before he sprayed his seed inside the seemingly willing wolf. The crowd cheered as a cameraman from nearby zoomed in on the tight tailhole leaking bits of the cum leaking out.

The judges prodded each other and up went the cards. "Alright folks. Looks like the judges have their first scores of the pageant. And I can't believe it. 10. 10. 10s across the board. It looks like we've got an early leader, boys. Can I get a howl?"

The crowd howled and hollered, including Rex. Seeing his master join in, Fido joined in, finding unexpected joy in the simple action.

"Alright. Well that's one pup down. Once this lovely couple is finished, we'll bring the next competitor on stage. And I'm hearing from one of the judges that Fido will be bottoming for the remainder of the competition to ensure fairness. Sounds good to me, boys. Let me hear another howl if you agree."

Once more, the crowd erupted, Fido joining in this time at the proper time. Being a pup wasn't so bad. Or at least so the hypnotic suggestion in his brain claimed.

---

During the intermission, the ram judge stepped into the private room in the back, making a phone call to a female wolf. "It's done. One way or another, you'll find that he's more receptive to your son's hobbies."

The female on the other line sounded concerned as he fondled a key between his fingers. "Oh, you heard about the cage? Don't worry, the key comes in the mail straight from the manufacturer. I think maybe...9 months or so?"

The voice once more sounded concerned, but the ram interrupted, "I think we can find a way to satisfy you in the meantime. The pups are going to an afterparty and I'm certain they'll be staying the night with the pack. As for me..." the ram said curtly, fondling his malehood as he thought about her, "I'm certain I can make a delivery of my own tonight. If. You. Want. It."

There was a pause and the ram allowed himself to fill the space, "I'll be there in 2 hours. And I'll still be there in 3." He smiled wickedly, hiding the key in a cabinet marked, 'stage recordings.'