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"You know, I dunno where these rumors about me get started, but believe it or not, I do like to do things other than have sex."

College wasn't in session, and that meant that Zack was doing less picking and more choosing, when it came to his prowling habits. Work was slow enough that he was able to close the bar down by himself some nights, and others still, he didn't see any point to opening the doors.

That night, there were patrons enough to justify staying open until the usual last call, but the crowds were dwindling fast. Only a few people were still left in either side of the divided tavern, and in front of him was a quiet, seemingly desperate red wolf.

"You don't have to do...well, that," the canine replied. "I didn't even ask you to do that!"

"But you asked me to hypnotize you, and without fail, every person who's ever asked for that treatment has been in it for the sex."

Zack knew his clientele very well, whether it was the college students that drank themselves silly on a nightly basis, or the plethora of different people that he'd taken to bed over the years.

Even if Mitok wasn't saying it out loud, the Doberman knew what he was after.

"Well, let's not just jump to those kinds of conclusions," Mitok suggested. He scratched along the back of his head nervously, stroking clawtips through rusty, reddish fur and doing anything he could to delay the next line from leaving his mouth. "I mean, I...I w-wouldn't complain about that, bu-

A paw flashed across the counter and grabbed him by the front of his hoodie, with a thumb hooking into the gap of the front opening. " Listen."

Zack already had a dangerously captivating stare, and at the pit of his warm, milk chocolate eyes, Mitok was sure that he saw ripples coming forth, as though a splash of cream had been dropped into a glass of coffee.

"Let's not mince words, barfly. If you're in the market to make that kind of request from me, I'm going to take whatever form of payment I want...now get your ass behind the bar, and bring the rest of you, too."

The joke was completely unnecessary, but Zack needed to see what kind of reaction Mitok would have, if any. Much to his delight, but just as much to his expectation, the red wolf stood up from his stool and looked ahead with a mostly blank stare, only clinging to a little bit of his consciousness after the hypnotic stare.

Zack wasn't so quick to give away the secret of where he learned such abilities, but he put them to great employ, even if it was almost always a sexual gain that he had in mind. For once, he was actually looking forward to heading back to his apartment and crashing into the pile of dirty clothes on his unmade bed, but Mitok had opened his own Pandora's Box, and Zack wasn't the type to willingly close it for him.

As long as he was in control, Mitok would do whatever he asked: he clapped his paws together and yelled "Faster now, boy," and the only hesitance came from tired ears having to recognize the order. As soon as he knew what Zack wanted, Mitok obeyed, and he sped around the corner to get behind the bar.

"Now stop right where you are," Zack said. His voice was authoritarian, but surprisingly calm, given how stern of a look he wore on his muzzle. "Stay right there, and listen well: you're a very naughty pup, Mitok...I was able to glean that just from chatting with you a little bit, but you have no business being behind the bar like this. You could get in serious trouble for being caught back here..."

Zack didn't know for sure that he was tapping into one of Mitok's more personal kinks, but when he saw genuine concern creeping across the lupine's face, his own lips curled into a smirk. "What...w-what should I do?" Mitok asked, as his mind was plunged into the middle of a horrifying scenario: he really believed that he was about to be scolded, or even worse, _arrested_for doing what he'd just done.

"If you want to get out of here without getting into serious trouble, you'll follow every order I give," Zack started off the brief explanation. The Doberman took another step closer, trapping Mitok's eyes in his gaze once more and forcing the slender red wolf to stiffen up, just by the weight of his presence. "No matter what I tell you to do, you will do it, _faithfully..._and when I snap my fingers again, you'll be able to leave this place without a single breath of anxiety about you. Do you understand?"

Mitok was nibbling at his claws, but his legs refused to carry him backward, or even bounce in place.

He was worried that trying to move might backfire on him, and he didn't have the freedom of mind to plan an escape anymore; he was trapped in hypnotic scenario, as much as he was in the clutches of the canine himself.

"Yes, I...I understand," he admitted, but his words were hollow in a subtle way, as if it was Zack's own control over his mind that answered the question. "What do I need to do next, sir?"

"For starters, you'll call me Master...you'd better figure that out quick, boy."

Mitok nodded.

"And second," Zack continued, "You'll drop to your knees right now, put your paws behind your back, and open your mouth wide."

Just before Mitok started to sink, he felt Zack grip the underside of his chin. Once again, the intense stare of the Doberman cemented his control, and in that disturbingly powerful touch, Mitok found himself feeling comforted, oddly enough.

"That's the way," the Doberman stepped right in close as Mitok knelt before him, as if he was pledging his loyalty in a manner greater than his words could convey. "Now give me those wrists..."

The bar towel that Zack always kept on his shoulder was made of a very pliable, stretchy material, and it proved more than elastic enough to be worked into a simple knot around Mitok's wrists, once he gave Zack full control over his body.

Under such heavy hypnosis, there was no need for Mitok to be put in further bondage, but the Doberman knew what he liked, and the red wolf looked even more appetizing with his arms tied behind his back; he was tied up like a present for the devious canine to unwrap, but Zack could pick apart the wrapping paper through any method he desired.

His was usually the most direct approach, and a hanging, gaping mouth looked like the perfect place for him to rest his cock.

"Remember, the only way you're getting out of this is by doing exactly what I say," Zack warned him. With a careful eye, the Doberman looked over to the other side of the bar, through a pass-through wall where the last few customers were leaned on another counter; they didn't have a care in the world, and the bar on Zack's side was high enough to block most of his lower half.

Mitok's ears were popped up over the edge...but that hint of a risk only added to the Doberman's excited, evidenced by the trickle of precum that spilled over Mitok's nose as the bartender unzipped his jeans.

A long, difficult shift was enough to work away most of the shower Zack took that morning, but his scent was still clean as it mingled with his natural musk and invaded Mitok's olfactory senses. The pure, earthy-sweet warmth of it left him drooling, until saliva poured over his own chin...and a trickle of precum soon joined it, as Zack guided the tip of his canine length into the wide, open entrance.

"Like hell I'm gonna do any extra work after manning the bar myself all day," Zack groaned. "Bob your head, boy...show me what a good little pup you can be."

Those words were said with all the lewd intent that Zack could manage, but he didn't know what a deep desire he was plucking at. Even through the hypnosis, something struck Mitok and drove him to deepthroat the entire, impressive length of the Doberman's cock on his first try.

The hypnosis was something of a blessing: the lack of control kept Mitok from gagging as he rubbed his nose into Zack's crotch, absorbing more of his powerful, enticing scent and leaving his own member to grow painfully stiff in his jeans.

"Good... v-very good, boy!" Zack cheered him on. He went so far as to ruffle his pawtips through the long, soft fluff atop Mitok's head, treating him as if he really was nothing more than a playful, obedient pup in the process. "That's it...k-keep...keep bouncing your head, just like that...and you'll get yourself a nice little treat, puppy!"

It was rare for Zack to give such positive encouragement, but with Mitok trapped in such an intense hypnosis, anything he said he would taken positively, and any order he gave would be followed without hesitation.

If they weren't behind the bar, Zack would have had a laundry list of different tactics to unleash on him, but right then, it was the end of the shift, and the Doberman could only think of the blissful release that was due to him when this was all over.

"T...Tongue...flick your tongue around the tip," Zack ordered, and immediately, Mitok obeyed, lashing the flat of his warm, wet muscle against the tapered, but simply impressive flesh of a canine cock. So strong was the mental trap that Mitok was adamant in making sure that every surface of the tip, from the very end of it to the top and the underside were completely soaked, but then, he hovered there, thinking only of the last command that was given to him. "Good, good! Now swallow the whole thing, boy...and keep it there like a good little pup..."

Just on the power he was allowed to exhibit over Mitok, Zack could have reached an orgasm without being touched, but he was never the type to deny himself another layer of pleasure, especially when it was right there for the taking.

"Harder...s-swallow harder, pup..."

Mitok was already gagging himself with the plentiful length, but his throat wasn't allowed to rest dormant around the stretching rod. Even as the front of his throat bulged, he worked the natural, swallowing muscles around the shaft, doing all that he could to milk the seed right out of his new master.

As his mind was dangled around on Zack's capable strings, the red wolf mindlessly groaned as he felt a gush of seed bursting over the back of his tongue and easing into his throat. The front of his face was suddenly pounded as Zack gave into the urge to place a cherry on top of an already messy sundae, and eager pawtips curled into Mitok's mane and held it tight, keeping him right in place for a brutal series of thrusts.

"And to think..._nngh..._I was g-gettin' ready to tell you to scram!" Zack snickered at the thought as his fangs gritted together. His grin was an intense blend of deviance and feral energy, enough that anyone would have felt a chill from gazing upon it, but Mitok wasn't given permission to react.

He was only allowed to stay in place and swallow, keeping the plentiful mess that the Doberman poured into his gullet from spilling over his chin and down to the floor; Zack wasn't going to be cleaning up any extra messes at the end of his shift.

Knotting the hypnotized wolf would almost have been worth the risk, as the last trio of customers finally made their way past Zack and toward the door.

"Calling it a night, fellas? We'll see you again soon," Zack waved to them, trying to contain his rapid, breathless panting.

Drunken locals weren't concerned enough with the Doberman to ask about his condition, or to even offer a response; he wasn't going to complain about skating his way out of a sticky situation.

"And you have a good night too, Mitok," Zack whispered to him. He pulled his length free with a quick squeeze of the thick bulge at the base, milking a few extra drops across the bridge of Mitok's muzzle. The stain left behind was potent enough that his nose took a sniff at the air out of reflex, but he wasn't conscious enough yet to do anything about the reaction it had on his body.

Zack almost forgot to snap his fingers together as he hiked up his jeans, took back his towel, and headed for the other side of the bar to start closing down for the night; it wasn't until the Doberman had finished lifting all the stools that a snap brought Mitok back into consciousness.

The scent of canine seed, the soreness in his throat, and the throbbing erection trapped in his jeans created more questions than he was brave enough to seek answers for...but as he rushed out of the bar in silence, he made a note to come back the next night, just like a good boy returning to his owner.