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An Antique Shop Owner takes home a strange chair, hiding more than it let on.

This story contains sexual scenes of a Homosexual anthropomorphic canine as well as plays heavily on themes of the super natural and Hypnotism.

If you are under the legal age of majority in your local area, please refrain from reading any further.

"Hey Sasha, when did this chair come in?"

Fred Harrison, stared at the strange chair in the middle of the antique shop. The Terrier stared hard at the chair, made of a dark lacquered wood, it stood on four curved legs, that travelled slowly upwards to a rounded seat. Red velvet upholstery lined the seat and back rest, strangely for a chair its size, there were no arm rests.

"Oh, it just came in this morning Mr. Harrison, some bloke wanted to leave it here. Strange sort of man." Sasha, a feline still in the prime of her life, didn't look up, apparently engrossed in another pop culture magazine. "For some reason, he didn't ask for much for it. I told him that I couldn't do anything until you came in but-"

"Hmm..." Fred lifted off his spectacles, and squinted hard at the seat. His terrier nose wriggled as dust from the shop settled down from the ceiling fan. His powder blue simple suit, which hid a generally stocky, short build turned gray with a thin layer of dust.

"It does look old, not sure if it counts as an antique..." He peered underneath the seat, cobwebs lined the corners. Part of the black lacquer was starting to peel off.

"Did he say where it came from?"

Sasha looked up at the ceiling, trying to recall something already fading into memory. "He mentioned it came out from the 20's, part of an old jazz night club. Apparently it was an old piece from a set they gave away when they went belly up. Or so he mentioned."

Frederick nodded absentmindedly. The chair did seem to fit the description, definitely an object of lavishness, and the design seemed similar to that era. But he couldn't tell for sure if it was authentic or not, but considering that it came in cheap...

"Did you want me to ring up Charley?" Charley was the antique shop's appraiser, well versed, and a close friend.

"...sure...I mean, yes please."

Fred was still focused on the chair, it was relatively well preserved. The upholstery wasn't torn, the wood wasn't splintering. A fresh coat of lacquer should be able to bring out the shine again. Curisotiy took over the terrier, taking great care not to put too much wait onto the seat, he slowly slipped onto the velvet covered seat. As he settled in against the back rest, he let out a satisfied groan. His body relaxed against the wood, as if the strength was slowly leaking out of his body. The chair was strong, barely let out a creak as he leaned back against the old wood.

"Oh my god..." he moaned, a little smile forming on his face. "I didn't think seats like this could feel this good..."

"Uhm...Fred?"

Frederick opened his eyes, staring back at him was an old, bespectacled hare, with a curious look on his face.

"Hi Charley." The terrier hopped off the chair, brushing off his suit for dust. "Sorry you had to see that."

"Oh stop, I've seen you in more compromising positions Frederick." The hare huffed, a sly smile crossing his muzzle. "Sometimes in my bed, I might add."

Frederick only gave a little protesting grunt.

"Okay, so what do we have here..." Charley leaned over, examining the chair closely. It was a silent ten minutes or so before he spoke up again.

"Well, as far as I can tell it's pretty genuine. It looks like it belonged to that old club up on Fresco street, what was it again?"

"The Swinging Mars?"

"That might be it. The place burned down back in the forties, so you've got a pretty good rarity here. The problem is it's only speculation. Sure it came from that time period, but if it isn't part of the Mars set, it's not worth much."

"Oh well, it did seem a little too good to be true." Frederick gave a sigh. "How much is it worth?"

"Oh I'd say that even without the link to the Mars, I'd say an easy 250, give or take."

"Thanks Charley, I guess I can hold on to it, until we can get it verified. Think you can look into it a bit more?"

"Yeah, I'll look into the old club, see what else I can find out, give me a week to do it. Oh and Fred?"

"Yeah Charley."

"You know you can call me, even if it's not about work, right?" The old hare chuckled slightly and gave a knowing wink.

"I uhm...I mean...but..."

"Just teasing, so I'll call you once I find something out." Charles tipped his hat, and out the door he went."

There was an awkward silence once he left, broken by Sasha.

"So...you and he? I knew you swung that way Mr. Harrison, by with Charley?"

"Never mind that...how much did he say the chair was worth? 250 right?"

"Give or take."

"Well, until he can get it verified, I'll be keeping it at home, there's no space in the back."

"You sure about that? I mean, I could keep it at my place-"

"no no, I'll take it. I insist. It'll be safer there."

"Geez, you make it sound like I'm a totally klutz Mr. Harrison."

"We're still cleaning up the shards from that old china set last week."

"Oh yeah...whoops"

Later that night, Frederick Harrison loaded the chair in the back of his van, an old beat up model he used to move a few things at a time. Even know there was an old collapsible patio table, and a few unmarked boxes. It was hard enough to get the chair into the back, thank god his flat was on the ground floor.

For some reason, Frederick was really attracted to that chair. He secretly hoped that it wouldn't be a genuine, it'd just be easier for him to keep it here for a little bit longer.

"Aaah," he sighed as he sank once again into the velvet. "I didn't think a chair like this could feel so good." Once again, his body instantly fell into a state of relaxation, the strength seemed to leak from his body into the faded red seat.

"mmm, this is even better than that recliner." He chuckled, head lolling to the side, then something curious happened.

A strange new sensation seemed to creep into his body, small tingles from his spine that slowly spread to his body.

"Ooh...mighty warm in here...I thought I turned off the heater." Frederick unbuttoned the front of his shirt, shucking it off onto the floor. He panted softly as the sensations seemed to tingle further into his legs. "Good god these pants are constricting." He sighed as he unbuttoned his trousers, letting them slowly slide off down his furry white legs, to his ankles.

Finally, the tingling seemed to center around his lower region. He groaned as he traced a finger against the front of his boxer briefs, small tingles of pleasure sent shivers down his spine.

"Look at me, like a school boy." He giggled, almost deliriously. "Haven't felt this naughty since Charley..." he giggled again, his mind gone into a simple haze. He felt the mound in his undergarments slowly grow larger, a tent forming in the navy blue cotton. He was so sensitive, he groaned as he ground his palm against the bulge, pressing it against his crotch.

"Oh gods...can't waste a good feeling can I?" slipping his thumb under the elastic waistband, he slowly dragged the blue fabric off his body. His shaft, growing larger and more sensitive with each passing second, bounced free from the cotton prison, throbbing and glistening with pre. It seemed like his entire body had gone sensitive, trembling as he slid the under garments farther down his calves.

The touch of velvet against his naked bottom seemed lewd, every shift, every little twitch was like the gentle, yet dominant caress against his body. He blushed intensely, a touch of red against his white terrier face. Seated naked the waist down, clad only a simple white under shirt, seated with his legs spread wide on a black and red velvet chair.

Breathing deeply, Frederick slowly curled his fingers, around the mid section of his shaft, in his age, he could only get to 5 inches, but the 6 and a half he recognized from his youth stared him back in the face. His touch was hot against the throbbing meat, almost like a furnace. He moaned softly, almost afraid to go any further.

Take off your shirt

"wha-..?"

Take it off...

A little voice popped into his head, almost melodically. It was a seductive, deep voice, a male's voice unlike his own. Under normal circumstances, he would have panicked, but it seemed almost soothing. And at this point in time, he didn't care if he had an audience, in fact, it seemed to had in these lewd sensations.

Take off your shirt, slowly...

"Okay..." he groaned, his fingers curled against the underside of the wife beater he had on. Inch by lewd inch, he lifted it over his body, a mounding belly, and a relatively strong set of pectorals. Finally he threw off the garment over his head, onto the floor behind him. He sighed greatly, leaning back even further against the wood.

That felt good right.? But even now you feel very hot...a warm feeling deep inside you.

As the voice spoke, there was indeed a warm feeling that grew inside the terrier. He panted as the first drops of sweat formed against his white fur.

So very hot, you're almost burning. A sweaty, dirty pup. Your nipples are especially sensitive right?

Frederick nodded, his glasses tingled, strangely the cool metal against his face seemed all the more prominent. His fingers trailed up his body, curling around his nipples. They were burning, on fire, but there was no pain. No sensitive touch like in fever, but a sensitive touch, like of indecency.

So very sensitive, you can't help it. They're tingling so much, you have to rub them, knead your chest and sooth your body.

Frederick whimpered as he pressed his thumbs against his pink nubs, hard and erect. Tingling electric feelings of pleasure snaked up from his nipples, and his cock throbbed in response, achingly stiff.

Such a good boy. The voice cooed in his head. You are so hard, so stiff, and your shaft must be excruciatingly sensitive. You want to touch yourself, you want to stroke your cock, and pump your meat. The need is growing with every passing breath.

Frederick shuddered, his cock was calling to him. Already a deep dark red, jutting straight out from his groin, curving in.

Curl your fingers around your cock, my pup...

The terrier needed to extra instruction, slowly wrapping his hard meat in his sweaty palms. It was soothing, the pressure, the intense pleasure threatening to break him in half.

I know you want this, I know you need this. Stroke yourself Frederick, pump your meat...but that's not all you want is it.

Unconsciously, Frederick nodded dumbly.

I knew it when I first tasted you, reach down, between your legs, and find your pleasure spot. Your puckering tail hole, it's burning for your touch. You know you can't release yourself until you satisfy its craving.

Breathing labored, the canine slowly snaked his free hand slowly down his body. His right hand firmly, but slowly stroking his shaft, from base to tip. His fingers traced his taint as it went even lower, each stroke of his fingers shot vulgar sensations of pleasure through his body. He gave a breathless yelp as his fingers found his tail hole. They traced the other ring, the pressed against the center, teasing the burning hole. An unbearable itch drove Frederick mad, sweat poured of his body.

You have oils to make this easy, use it and enter yourself, slide your fingers slowly into you, boy.

Frederick nodded, and reluctantly slid off the velvet chair. His hand still stroking his burning shaft, he stumbled to his desk, searching the drawers hungrily for something. His free hand curled around the still slick tube of lube, a tool he found himself using less and less before today.

Popping the cap, he squirted a good fistful of the cold gel onto his palm, and slowly ambled his way back to the seat. However, rather than sitting back down on it, he found himself bending over, until he rested his head and chest against the seat. Bent over the plush, velvet seat, he found himself pressing his noise deep into the cushions, he could smell himself, his musk and need, and yet a foreign smell. Musky, on its own, seductive...

Good Boy, you know what I like.

Frederick gave a small bark of appreciation, and unceremoniously slathered the cold gel against his upturned bare rump. The cold liquid instantly dribbled down his valley, against his taint and onto the hardwood floor. His fingers, slathered in the lube prodded and poked his ring, now with more vigour. Finally, his middle finger managed to slip in between the tight ring of muscle.

"Aaah!" Frederick yelped as he forced the finger further into himself. His body shook with intense desire, further and further in, his finger slid in, up to the knuckle. It was an almost new sensation, a sensation that had not shown itself for a while.

That's it...it feels good doesn't it? You want more don't you? Slide in another finger.

Panting hard, Frederick's fingers slid out of his hole, long enough for him to fiddle his index finger in. His digits slide back in, in one stroke all the way to the knuckle.

He yelps out loud again, as one of his fingers graze his sweet spot. His cock tingles in his tight grip, dribbling lube dripping from his fingers and cock tip.

That's it pup, show me how much of a dirty puppy you really are.

Frederick whimpered piteously, and began to slide his fingers back and forth his tailhole. The tingling sensations of being entered again sent hard shuddering shiveres up and down his spine, the feeling of his tail hole, his ring of muscle stretching open and close was intense. His right hand, now slick with lube stroked his cock in rhythms.

All the while, the voice in his head continued on and on, cooing him, talking to him in a seductively masculine tone. It drew him farther and farther along the path of no return, soon it no longer felt like his fingers, or his hand stroking him. It had an alien feel to it, as if he was being sodomized, violated from behind.

"Yes...oh yes...oh gods..." he whimpered. He was getting close, the fingers in his ass sped up, the pumping of cock quickened and the grip tightened. He wouldn't last very long anymore, it was only a matter of seconds. He pumped his body back and forth rhythmically, along the chair, pushing back and forth. His mouth hung open, drooling into the upholstery as his mind fell deeper and deeper into his lust induced daze. For a while, a million sensations bombarded his senses, the smell of musk, the tightened feeling around his sensitive shaft, the fingers in his stretched out hole, he couldn't decide which feeling to latch on to. That problem was taken care of, as he finally passed over the edge .

"Aaah!!" He let out a high pitched yelp as his orgasm over took his shivering body. His hole clenched tightly around his fingers as he spasmed, cock jumping and throbbing in his tight grip as soupy shots of cum shot out of his throbbing head, coating the floor in white paleness.

Frederick rode the powerful orgasm, it seemed to last for long minutes. It was a while before it finally ebbed down, and Frederick slowly came to his senses.

"Oh dear lord...what was I doing?" He looked down on the mess between his legs, the lube dribbling down on the floor, the cum stained fur. "Oh dear, look at the mess, I have to clean up..."

As he got up from the floor to clean up, he failed to notice a large dollop of his seed, on the black leg of the chair, slowly grow smaller and smaller, as if disappearing into the lacquered wood.