Keep it in the family by Patrick Lambert

Keep it in the family

Patrick Lambert, Age Difference, Canine, Commission, Father, Feline, Gay, Hypnosis, Incest, Intergenerational, Lion, Male, Male/Male, Master/Pet, Paws, Son, Story, Tiger, Wolf, grandfather

Daisuke had got a hold on both father and son, but his actions don't come without consequences. Senator Wolfo suspects of the sudden change of heart his son had after the election, and his main suspect is the blue lion working for him. How will Daisuke escape from this?

Commission for cheke cheke, and possible conclusion of the trilogy.

The first part is the Hypnovember Day 16 entry: Election day. The second one is the story: Like father, like son.

Keep it in the family

By Patrick D. Lambert

Commissioned by Cheke Bello

A lovely vixen of red and brown fur made her way to the backyard of Senator Harris's private mansion, where the old lion was throwing a party to celebrate the new pool paid with contributors' taxes. Wearing only high heels and sunglasses, her D-size breasts swayed in the opposite direction of her hips. With one martini in her left hand and a phone in the right one, she approached two males sitting next to the pool, where the rest of the girls were happily playing with the other guests.

"I'm telling you, all these protesters are achieving is an increase in police funds," the lion, Senator Harris, said to his friend, a gray wolf with a tight, black swimsuit.

"This generation thinks they can tell us how to do our job," the wolf replied, followed by a laugh that turned into a sick cough.

"Here's your martini, papi," the vixen announced in a notorious Latino accent. "Just the way you like it."

"This is what I'm talking about! Come here, zorrita."

The vixen giggled and rushed to sit on the lion's lap, who already had his arms open for her. She left the martini on the table between both chairs and laughed after he shoved his face in her large breast.

"This is why I work so hard. To keep my baby happy," he said after pulling his head away from her tits briefly, before shoving it back in.

The vixen laughed again but waited until no one was looking to vent her disgust through a sigh. When Senator Harris looked back at her with that dumb smirk on his wrinkly face, she was all smiles and giggles again.

"Oh! And your son is calling you, Mr. Wolfo," she remembered, giving the wolf the phone.

"Finally!" Mr. Wolfo--the old Senator Lawrence Wolfo--clapped and stood up from the chair. "I thought he wouldn't respond."

"I was getting worried your son would rat us out. I mean, look at his new campaign," Harris admitted while the vixen bit down his lips, more interested in how Wolfo's bulge jumped after he adjusted his swimsuit, a BIG difference compared to what she had under her ass.

"He came back to his senses," he unmuted the call and walked away from the group with a more serious face. "Good afternoon, son. I was expecting your call yesterday."

The lion put his attention back on the nice vixen on her lap, playing with the breasts he paid for until she whined for him, just the way he liked. The rest were busy too with their own ladies: a diverse group giving their best performance to keep a bunch of old perverts happy. Of course, the males knew it was all fake; they wouldn't be paying them otherwise.

But eventually one of them caught something wrong. The wolf's face had changed. His eyes began to narrow, and his fangs clenched tight. One by one, they turned to look at him, curious of what could've happened, but Senator Wolfo gave his back to them and continued mumbling words that never reached their ears.

Concerned, the group went back to what they were doing, trying not to think too much about it, until two minutes later, when...

"Motherfucker!"

They looked just in time to catch Lawrence smashing the phone on the ground. The furious wolf pulled the fur from his head while stomping with his right paw in a futile attempt to vent his rage. Senator Harris rushed to his aid immediately, afraid of what Wolfo might have said during the call.

"Lawrence, what's wrong?"

"The fucking asshole is out!"

"What do you mean he's out?"

"Out, Harris! Out!" Lawrence burst, stepping away from the lion and the pool and walking into the mansion. Harris followed up close while he continued swearing. "Motherfucker thinks he's too good for me now! I bought him the fucking election! I paid his fucking school! And now the faggot's bailing out!"

"W-wait, so he's gonna sell u-?"

"No, he's not gonna do it!" The wolf stopped in the middle of the hallway connecting the living room with the backyard. "It's not a retard! He talks and he goes down with us. But you wanna know what that faggot told me?" He asked with fangs open and drooling.

"Wha-"

Lawrence raised both hands and made a poor imitation of Wolfo with his lips twisted and a high-pitched tone. "I won't stop you if you wanna stain your career like that," then immediately slapped a jar next to him. Harris tried to stop it, only to pull his mane when the $2,000 antique broke into pieces. "He thinks he's so much better than us now! Just because that other faggot is clearing his name."

He paced from left to right while Harris, on his knees, inspected the little pieces still in disbelief, as if watching them could put the jar back together.

"And why should we care if he works with us or not?" Harris spoke through his fangs.

The question stopped Lawrence. He looked at the lion from the corner of his blood-injected eye. Harris realized too late his mistake, and before he had a chance to fix it, he was being dragged back to the pool by the mane. It was easy to forget age had not affected Lawrence's strength at all, with muscles still in good shape under the pale gray fur.

"Let me ask you something, Harris. Are the drugs finally melting that last brain cell of yours? Or is the silicone on your slut's tits toxic? Because I can't fathom how you became so retarded in a couple of seconds," Lawrence shouted, pulling a desperate Harris behind him, who failed to get up.

All the girls ran back into the house while the males remained in the pool, too scared to say or do something. All they did was stare at how Lawrence dragged Harris to the edge and knelt beside him.

"Let's see if this refreshes your memory," the wolf said, then pushed the lion's face under the water. His hands searched frantically for anything to hold onto and push himself out, but the edge offered no support. This only lasted some seconds, after which Lawrence pulled his head out. "We need funds, remember? For my campaign for the presidency?"

Coughing violently, the lion nodded.

"And we agreed we could get funds from the hospital being built on 'X' City, as we did with other projects in the past, right?"

Another nod.

"And who was in charge of diverting those funds?"

Harris was about to answer when Lawrence pulled his face back under the water, keeping him longer despite his struggles to get out and the pleas to stop coming from the others. But only when he felt satisfied, the wolf pulled him up. Again a violent cough kept him from talking as he tried to recover his breath while puking the water swallowed.

"Who was in charge of that, Harris?"

"Wo... Wolfo..." he replied between coughs.

"That's correct. That useless piece of shit did that. So, if he's not with us, how are we gonna get those funds? I'm pretty sure even an inbreed like you can answer that."

Lawrence pushed his face a third time, stopping an inch away from the water. The sight of his distorted reflection was all the lion needed to react.

"We can't! We can't!"

Lawrence pulled him out and threw him away from the edge. A bunch of golden hairs with a silver rot got tangled around his fingers; the patient with witch Lawrence removed them contrasted with his previous rage.

"Of course, we can't," he spoke calmly, stepping over Harris on his way back to the chair. "We need Wolfo. Because after his purge, we can't trust anyone from his administration. So unless ANY OF YOU HAVE A BETTER IDEA," he growled at the rest, "we are screwed."

No one dared to say anything immediately. Lawrence Wolfo was not the kind of person they wanted to mess with when he was angry. The wolf was well known for... taking care of people--some people have sworn there was a faint scent of blood always lingering in his hands. No one wanted to be in Harris' place, something as simple to achieve as to say the wrong thing or speak in the wrong tone.

But silence, the silence was so much worse.

Barry, the young and promising otter that came out of Harvard, and the most recent member of the team, dared to speak before anyone else. With his legs shaking on the second step of the pool stairs, he raised his trembling hand and said.

"S-sir... I thi-think your son--I mean! Mr. Wolfo," he corrected himself after feeling his piercing eyes, "started to cha-cha-change after that other lion began to wo-wo-wo-work with him. Maybe he's blackma-ma-mailing him..."

No answer beyond a deep growl. Lawrence clenched his fists and slowly moved towards the otter, while the rest of the group swum away from him as discrete as possible. Already on the verge of crying, the otter looked for a way out of his mistake, only to keep digging his own grave.

"Daisuke, isn't it? He had been seen closer to Mr. Wolfo! Isn't that we-we-we-weird? He probably got something incriminatory..."

Lawrence stopped a few feet away from Barry. His blood-injected eyes felt like a boulder over the otter's shoulders. The sharp fangs and saliva drooling from the sides of his maw told him he fucked up big. But this gesture soon changed after a long and heavy sigh, after which Lawrence regained his calm. The rage in his eyes changed to a disappointment dedicated to the rest of the group, who thought themselves safe from his anger.

"It's incredible the Harvard boy seems to have more brain cells and balls than the bunch of inbred rednecks I am forced to work with. No wonder why your reputation is on the ground," he then approached Barry, offering him a hand to get out. How incredible was the change from being afraid of him to feeling protected under his wing, a sensation that invaded Barry after he held the huge hand. "Barry, right?"

"Yes, sir," the otter replied with enthusiasm.

"I thought young minds didn't belong to our group. And you just prove me wrong," he pulled him closer and gave a soft and reassuring pat on the back. "Look boy, my little scene just scared the girls. Why don't you go there and try to, you know, comfort them? Give them what they need. I'll catch up with you in a moment."

Barry's head almost fell for how quickly he nodded, and after giving a mocking look at the rest, he ran into the house.

"Blackmailing," Lawrence continued, talking to the rest. "This is why you don't trust anyone who doesn't have a pair of tits you paid off. Assuming this fucker has Wolfo by the balls with something incriminatory is the safest choice. Nothing else can explain this miraculous change of heart he had."

"Can't we just... get rid of him?" Harris suggested, crawling on his fours like a dying feral dog.

"What a wonderful idea, Harris," Lawrence clapped energetically. "Let's kill the idiot blackmailing my son. I'm sure he doesn't have some sort of insurance because he's AS STUPID AS YOU ARE."

Lawrence took another deep breath to regain his calm.

"It seems this requires a different approach. And since I can't trust you with something so delicate, I'll have to take care of this by myself. If you wanna prove you're still useful, get me everything you can get about this... Daisuke. Meanwhile," he took off his black swimsuit, leaving his flaccid cock and heavy balls to hang free, "I have a party to attend."

While passing next to Harris, he threw the musky swimsuit at his face and spat down.

"Do yourself a favor and come see us. Maybe you can learn a thing or two about how to fuck a bitch, you cuck."

Just the thought of what he was about to do was enough to stimulate his manhood. But while his cock throbbed anxiously, his mind refused to let go of what they discussed.

He never heard a lot about Daisuke. He couldn't care less about his idiotic son's assistant. And that was his mistake. Not only he trusted Wolfo into running his own shady business by himself, but he didn't investigate who worked with him. "I should have put someone of my trust instead," he thought, regretting the trust put into Wolfo's capabilities.

"It's just one mistake after the other with you." Just like his wife and son, Wolfo had never taken a smart choice in his life. And now he had no choice but to fix, again, the mess he got into. But before he had a chance to think about what info Daisuke had on Wolfo, moans coming from the top floor distracted him. And judging by how loud they were, that otter was doing an excellent job. He couldn't allow a kid to have all the fun, so he ran the rest of the way up, his cock already throbbing and dripping, while a humiliated lion followed behind, and decided to do anything to get Lawrence's forgiveness.

Lawrence Wolfo had a... mixed reputation. Just like his son, he had his own share of rumors about corruption and shady business, unlike him, he dealt with those speaking ill about him to make sure those rumors stay like that, as rumors. And while his temperament was well known, his work was undoubtedly excellent, perfectly balanced to keep him away from the scandals related to Conservative and ultra-right movements. That's why many specialists had their eyes on him, believing him a perfect candidate for President.

But at the end of the day, it was all about the money. Lawrence was first a businessman, then a politician. He navigated the shark-infested waters of Congress with a different mentality than some of his colleagues. With other goals in mind than mere power, he would do whatever was needed to stay safe and remain relevant.

His presence anywhere, of course, was hard to ignore. And for him to come personally to meet with his son without a warning, that meant something important had come up.

A tidy and pristine-looking white suit was a fitting attire for a male of his class. The sunglasses helped him disguise the disgust with which he looked at everyone around him. He was both charming and threatening, with his presence alone pushing people aside. He still had an excellent shape for a male about to reach his sixty, who kept his faded gray fur intact and, unlike his idiotic son, never let his hair grow or dyed it.

That notorious virility was what kept females looking at him. They bit their lips whenever he passed by, intrigued by the bite on his right ear and the scar crossing his neck and moving down. Souvenirs from the war he served at, some said, although the real story only Lawrence knew it well. He put no effort into using expensive fragrances to hide his natural scent, too strong anyway for any of those; he liked it that way, a virile smell with dim touches of sweat, perfect to get females wet and scare males away.

The caramel eyes looked straight at the blue lion attending the desk. His research on Daisuke didn't throw anything he could use against it: a poor imitation of a lion that worked at a massage house Wolfo frequented and that for some reason became his assistant despite having little to no experience. It made him wonder if his son was in reality a fag.

"That might explain why he never had another child," Lawrence thought.

Of course, he wouldn't find any redeemable qualities in the lion. The deep blue fur was still too flashy for his taste and the mane looked messy and unprofessional. His body lacked the discipline expected from someone of his species. The sky-blue eyes returned him a welcoming look, not the expression he expected, which was a surprise. But aside from that, he was just another weakling, nothing special about it--which only reinforced his idea he was his son's slut.

"Senator Wolfo. Welcome. We didn't receive notice of you coming," he greeted him, getting off his chair and offering his hand.

Lawrence returned the greeting, unsurprised at the pathetic, weak grip of his hand.

"It's a family emergency that I couldn't discuss on the phone. If you excuse me."

He let go of his hand and moved towards the door. Daisuke failed to stop him, his reaction too fast for him to catch up. The double doors opened and Lawrence walked in, stomping on the red-carpeted floor to make sure they notice his presence.

"Boss, I am so--" Daisuke tried to apologize, but Wolfo interrupted him.

"It's fine, Daisuke. Leave us alone."

Lawrence looked at him from behind his shoulder, at the correct angle to let Daisuke have a glance of the disdain in his eyes. Even the lion felt the weight of that look, and before his emotions took over, he nodded at his boss and closed the doors.

"I like what you did with the office, from a PR perspective. But in general, is disgusting. This doesn't help your image the way you think, Wolfo."

Wolfo rolled his eyes before throwing a heavy sigh. In all those years and he still referred to him by his last name. "What brought you here today, father?"

"Your manners are still as bad as your image."

Lawrence took off his glasses. It took all of Wolfo's might not shudder, despite how heavy his look was. He followed his old man until he sat down at the other side of the desk. His dominant aura and the notorious disappointment in his eyes made Wolfo feel he was at the wrong side of the desk, back again to the days when an A wasn't enough to keep him happy.

"So this is how you repay what your father did to you?"

No hello. No how are you? He went straight to the point. He always did that. A child was nothing but an investment to him, one that wasn't returning any profit at that moment.

"By trying to do my job?"

"You were trying?"

Wolfo clenched his fists under the desk. He felt again that temptation to jump at him and delete that smile from his face until his fists ended up covered in blood; Wolfo knew his father was aware of those desires, and he made sure to remind him by throwing back at him a mocking smile.

"Anyway, I don't care if you wanna try and look like the good and caring politician, as long as it doesn't affect my business."

"Which is exactly why you're here."

"At least you're smart enough to notice it."

Lawrence pulled out of his suit a Cuban cigar and the cutter and continued speaking while he prepared it.

"You know how important your donations are, especially now that I'm about to start my campaign. I can't afford to have this type of," he paused right there to cut the tip of his cigar, "drawbacks. And this act of good politician is, as you can imagine, not exactly good."

"You're the only one bothered by me being honest. Unfortunately, you have no authority over my decisions."

Busy as he was lighting up his cigar, Lawrence paid no attention to his son's attempt to threaten him. The tension between them was so strong Wolfo heard the paper burning as if the cigar was right next to his ear.

After giving the cigar a gentle and generous draw, Lawrence took a moment to enjoy the earthy tones before expelling the smoke towards Wolfo, who just ignored it, knowing any other reaction would have pleased his father's attempt to mock him.

"I guess you're right. Now, I can but wonder what brought this... abrupt change on you. New clothes. New politics. You're in this massive crusade against corruption," another draw, with the smoke coming through the nose. "You don't even visit that cheap brothel you loved so much. I'm impressed, especially with how quickly it happened."

"People change, Father."

"But not so fast. Unless they have a good reason to do so."

The old wolf relaxed on the chair, throwing himself back and putting his huge paws over the desk. Just another reminder from him of who was really in charge there; for Wolfo, however, it triggered something in his mind. The size. The weight. Those big beans. That faint but persistent smell... Lawrence smiled when he saw his boy shrinking on his chair--of course, he didn't know the reason for it.

"So tell me, son. What this kid Daisuke have found out about you so I can take care of him?"

"Wha-?" The mention of Daisuke took him by surprise and almost made him jump off his chair if it wasn't from the throbbing bulge in his pants.

"There's no other reason than blackmail. And while it's strange he picked up this route, he obviously had something in mind."

"This is absurd! Not everything is a fucking conspiracy!" Wolfo smashed both fists against the desk.

"Language. That's not the correct way to speak before your father," Lawrence replied calmly.

"I'll speak however I want. This is my office and I won't allow you or anyone to make absurd assumptions without evidence!"

"You're throwing this tantrum for a mere assistant?" The disappointment in his sigh told Wolfo he had other suspicions. Lawrence put down his big and heavy paws and stood up slowly as he spoke. "It seems exaggerated, and I really hoped it was a case of blackmailing. But watching you react like this for someone as meaningless and irrelevant is just... well, sad."

Wolfo babbled words that didn't make any sense while his old man put down his cigar over the wooden desk, only to throw it behind his back.

"I don't give a fuck about your sexual life. A hole is a hole as far as I can tell. And as long as you keep it private, if you wanna be a fag, be my guest. What I won't allow is for you to throw away all the effort and money invested just because you wanna impress a mediocre gold-digger," after spitting at a powerless Wolfo, Lawrence took his leave, not without throwing one final insult next to the door so Daisuke could listen to it. "If you're gonna throw away your career for a slut, at least have better taste. Fix it. You have one week"

Lawrence slammed the door, leaving Wolfo alone and shaking in his office. His breathing turned into huffs, then into growls, and when Daisuke finally walked in, the fat wolf couldn't hold his rage any longer. With loud shrieks, he threw away everything over his desk before slamming his fists over the wood until he heard it crack.

"Boss! Boss! Calm down!" Daisuke yelled, going against his safety and running over Wolfo, despite the risks of receiving one of the punches thrown into the air.

The lion tried to stop his outburst, failing to match the strength of a wolf with decades of repressed anger. He stood behind Wolfo, the safest place for him to be, and held him tightly, purring in the way he liked to see if that could calm him down.

It worked--not as fast as usual, but it worked. With tears rolling down his cheeks, Wolfo threw one last punch to the desk. His huffs died down until he heard loud and clear the purr coming from Daisuke's chest, vibrating against his back and spreading all over his body. It was a small trigger Daisuke set up a time ago, and even he was surprised it worked during that moment.

"We only see each other when he needs a picture and that's the only moment when he acts like a father," Wolfo said, struggling to stop his tears, still uncomfortable with how that felt.

"And it's a shame that you had to live with that person, but you are better than that, boss."

"... he's an asshole."

"I bet he is, and I'm proud of you for no longer following that same path."

Daisuke made a pause, turning Wolfo's chair so he could kneel in front of him. The wolf realized what was coming, and offered a shy smile while the lion began his paw massage.

"But you can't allow him to treat you like this. If what I heard is right. and trust me it wasn't my intention to spy on you, but if it's right, the senator is doing something very, very wrong."

"... are you mad at me?" He asked quietly, cleaning his cheeks with the back of his hand.

The lion, already working on the wolf's paws, looked up at him and smiled. The comforting smile of a mother.

"Why would I? You're already fixing your mistakes. That says a lot about you."

Wolfo blushed a little. Recently, his relationship with Daisuke changed. He felt more comfortable having the lion around and was less grumpy. He couldn't tell exactly what feelings he had for the lion--he got a headache whenever he tried. So the simplest thing to do was... enjoy his presence.

And enjoy his massages. Wolfo moved his toes quickly as the lion relieved the soreness and stress from the day with a precise and delicate massage to his paws. The big thumbs moved in a circular motion and followed a pattern that immediately put a huge smile on Wolfo's face. He groaned a little from the stress abandoning his body but soon heard his own sighs of satisfaction.

"Now, let's forget about all of that for now. Let me help you, boss. Take a deep breath for me... and relax."

The wolf was more of a dog than a wolf--perfectly trained and obedient. The trigger Daisuke set on him put Wolfo in a trance in a matter of seconds. If he continued the massage, it was for his enjoyment. He had to admit Wolfo's paws were excellent--the best he had ever tasted in his life. With his pet already zonked, he wasted no time and began to eat the juicy toes and lick the soft beans. He couldn't keep them away from his face, and whenever he had a chance, he gave the fat wolf's paws an excellent use.

Daisuke tried to resist the urge, but he was in desperate need of relief too. And, unlike his trusty pet, he was under no rule that kept him from cumming. Of course, he didn't jump immediately. The lion took good care of the paws in preparation for what was coming: he licked until there was no flavor left on his paws, and continued until both were all slobbery.

And with each lick given, his cock throbbed harder and harder, pushing against the cheap dark trousers he wore for work every day. It was expectant of what was coming, a delightful treat that he loved more than breeding someone's ass.

"Get over the desk and raise your paws," he commanded, huffing loudly with his lips covered in saliva.

Wolfo obeyed immediately, assuming the position taught by his Master. There was a good reason why Daisuke had forced him to wear trousers one size bigger--elasticity. The lion pulled down his zipper and let his cock jump free. Completely covered in pre, it saved him a lot of time when he held it in between both paws and began to fuck them quickly.

Their size was perfect. And his soles were always so warm and cozy, not too rough so it wouldn't hurt him. But what he loved the most was that dumb face Wolfo always put, with his tongue out and a string of saliva hanging from it. It was both cute and hot, so oblivious of what he was doing to him, and yet always ready to be used. It woke up the dominant side Daisuke usually kept hidden and led him to be more rough and ruthless.

"Hold it tight," Daisuke said, and Wolfo kept the hold with his paws while he held from the desk to get a better grip.

That always put him closer to the wolf's face, where he inevitably breathed the same air and got into his own "trance", looking at those silly eyes he liked so much. "What a dumb wolf you are," Daisuke thought, putting more energy into his thrusts.

He stared down at the throbbing cock trapped in between both paws and delighted in the nasty sounds from each thrust. Slap. Slap. Slap. And cock and paws were completely covered in pre and saliva. And the musk was so intense that one single whiff at it sent a shock that made him shudder and bristled the fur of his nape.

His pet said nothing. He only huffed along with his Master, so happy to be of use. His cock looked painfully hard under the trousers Daisuke bought for him, with a stain growing where the tip was. It had been days since the last time his Master allowed him to cum--he was obliged to edge for at least one hour every night, and the urge to get to his climax was running havoc in his scrambled head. But a pet had to obey his Master. And nothing brought more joy to him than obey.

Biting his lower lip, Wolfo whined softly while his Master fucked ruthlessly his paws. Slap, slap, slap. The sound and the smell, he was used to those, and he was addicted to them. He loved when his Master left him covered in his musk, and when he had the chance to stare at his manly face, always so confident and dominant it made him feel protected. That's why he did his best to please his Master.

Daisuke didn't slow down his thrust. He went faster on each one. He was getting close and he couldn't stop it. That was the effect Wolfo had on him. The Mayor of City X, the leader of an entire city, was reduced to a mere pet for his sexual gratification. It was the role reversal that drove Daisuke mad with pleasure, to know that he was the Mayor's Master, that no one was safe from his control!

And having that thought in mind was what brought him to climax. Still fucking the wolf's paws, Daisuke came all over Wolfo's shirt, covering his belly, chest, and even his face with a load so big he would need a shower. He gnashed his fangs and clenched to the desk to stop himself from throwing a roar of pleasure that would alert everyone in the building. And that only made his climax so much stronger, and it continued until he almost passed out for how quickly he was breathing.

He collapsed over the chair and held a hand against his chest to stop his heart from jumping out. Wolfo remained in the same position, trembling and exhausted, but decided to obey his Master to the very end. And Daisuke waited until he had enjoyed the view enough, admiring the mess he just made on Mayor's Wolfo. From head to toe, he was covered in cum, and the hungry kitty couldn't fight the natural urge to clean the mess left in those huge paws. Still tired, Daisuke licked his cum from Wolfo's paws, making sure to keep eye contact with him at every second.

And when he finished, he patted Wolfo on the head and told him to clean himself. It was a brilliant idea to keep a couple of cloth changes in one of his drawers; a perfect solution for those scenarios. The smell, however, there wasn't much they could do about it. But it made no difference, for it was a well-known secret what was going on between those two--except for the fact people believed Wolfo was the one in charge.

The post-orgasm bliss didn't last, though. And the image of Senator Wolfo dragged Daisuke back to the start. The blue lion had considered before the idea of getting the old senator into his ranks, now that he had both father and son. But after facing him for the first time, as short as that encounter had been, he realized how tricky it would be.

He didn't like to abuse his ownership over Wolfo for personal benefits, but he needed advice. After giving himself the rest of the day, Daisuke went to the Spa, where his teacher was already waiting for him.

It was no surprise to find Cheke with a client. The blue lion walked into a candle-lit room, where the white tiger was giving some attention to an orange tiger's paws. His face was covered by a wet towel, while the rest of his naked body was left exposed--the throbbing erection became the most notorious element. The overwhelming scent of jasmine stunned Daisuke for a moment. It was so dense he couldn't believe the white tiger was completely unaffected by it.

"You arrive just in time. Care to give me a hand?" Cheke replied, stepping off his chair and making room for Daisuke to start working.

The lion felt some blush on his cheeks, not being used to seeing his teacher naked. But it was a rule for him to "share the shame of nakedness" with his clients, his way to make a bond by letting them see they were equal--nothing but a simple trick to facilitate the hypnosis.

Daisuke obeyed. He sat and start working on the tiger's paws with the same devotion put on any other male. His thumbs drew circles in the middle and slowly moved to the sides, getting moans out of the tiger, whose body squirmed against the bindings in both wrists and ankles.

"Now tell me. What's so urgent it couldn't wait?" Cheke asked, getting a robe to cover himself--a mere formality, as the white tiger didn't bother to close it or even try to cover up his erection.

The lack of an answer made him look back at Daisuke, who exchanged looks between him and the client. Cheke immediately get it and rolled his eyes in response.

"Oh, don't worry about him. He won't remember this part of the massage. He never does."

And to prove his point, Cheke approached the tiger to give his cock a good squeeze. It got some pre out of it and a loud moan, and even with that, he remained on the bed.

Encouraged by that, Daisuke told him everything Wolfo said at the office. Cheke listened carefully, interrupting only to request a clarification now and then. And the lion explained his case without stopping the massage, making sure to cover all his soles and beans, changing the pressure put depending on the sounds the client made.

After he finished, Cheke nodded in silence. Licking the back of his hands and brushing the fur behind his head, it gave the impression it didn't take seriously what he just heard, but Daisuke knew his mind was working fast to come up with a plan. He let him be and continued with the job, and only then he noticed how much pre the client had made, giving the illusion he just came.

After five long minutes, Cheke stood up and stretched. The candles' light gave his white fur a glittering aspect from the oil used during the massage, a perfect touch to his slender and elegant aspect. The large tail wagged from side to side, giving a quick brush to the client's cock on his way to pick up a candle above his head.

He told Daisuke to get out with a gesture while he blew off the other candles and instructed the client. "I will now put off the flames surrounding you. And after you hear me blow off a flame, you will feel lighter. And you will regain control over yourself, staring with your ankles and moving up. Let all that peace and relaxation that you felt on your paws spread slowly to the rest of your body..."

Daisuke didn't stay to listen to the rest. He walked out silently and waited in the hallway outside.

Minutes later, the orange tiger came out. Already dressed, he looked so young and happy, constantly thanked Cheke for the excellent job he did on him.

"Come back whenever you want. I'll be happy to serve you again," Cheke waved goodbye. And when he saw him walk out of the building, he signaled the lion to come in.

"When you suggested the first time to take Senator Wolfo with us, I knew it was a big jump," Cheke began to explain, making a pause to stretch his arms and back with a groan. "Of course, that didn't stop me from believing in your capabilities. I now believe we underestimate our target."

"It was my mistake," Daisuke immediately apologized.

"Don't say it. It was bound to happen if what you tell me is correct," he sat on the bed the tiger had occupied moments ago and picked up the towel used to clean his sweat. Cheke took a moment to delight himself in the subtle tones of the perfume mixed with his musk. "Delicious. It smells like youth and repressed desires. And that gave me an idea."

"It won't be easy to put someone like him into a trance."

"No, it won't--for the inexperienced ones, of course. But we do not lack the experience, right?"

Cheke approached slowly, his body still exposed and the now flaccid cock dripping pre. Daisuke tried to look away, but even he found irresistible the slender aspect of his teacher. But instead of taking advantage of the situation, Cheke only messed with his mane before moving to a small wardrobe behind him, where he kept his clothes.

"All males have a weakness. All we need to do is exploit it. Luckily for us, the senator has a very obvious one. And I have a perfect idea of where to start. A grandfather has a soft spot for his grandson, after all."

It took Daisuke a moment to understand what he said, but as soon as he got it, the lion nodded slowly and took off his phone. It was time to plan a small family reunion.

Lawrence stayed in town the rest of the week, waiting for his idiotic son to tell him he had fixed his mistake. It took him by surprise when his grandson, Erick, was the one who called him. Under the excuse of discussing important matters, he convinced the old wolf to meet with him down at the hotel's bar, where they wouldn't attract too much attention.

The old senator didn't refuse. Not only he loved his grandson, he knew Erick had bigger balls than his dumb father. And if there was someone who could talk with him was none other than Erick. After all, Wolfo never said no to his precious pup, especially when it came to his reputation.

"Look at this handsome pup!" Lawrence said, opening his arms to call his grandson.

The young wolf rolled his eyes and giggled nervously. Hesitant at first, he ended up running to his grandfather's arms, giving him a good hug after years of not seeing him. Lawrence patted him on the back, and both shared a good laugh after a loud CRACK came from the old wolf's back.

"Look at you. I can close my arms now! Have you been doing exercise?"

Erick took a step back and looked away, trying not to act ashamed after what his grandpa said. While the jeans and red flannel shirt kept it hidden, Erick had lost some fat and gained muscle in return, starting to develop a bulky aspect, especially on the arms and chest. The rest of his gray fur was still short-trimmed, but he was letting the hair from his head grow to mimic his father.

"Y-yeah... been doing a lot of exercise lately. Started a new diet too," Erick mumbled.

"Keep it up and you might be as handsome as I was when I was your age," Lawrence laughed--a sick, smoker laugh that was halfway to become a cough, then pulled Erick with him to the bar, where he signaled the bartender to approach. "Now, what's this urgent matter you were talking about? Bring us two shots of tequila."

The bartender, an otter, nodded and made a quick job of his request, getting a $50 tip after Lawrence told him to leave the bottle.

"I might have exaggerated a little. But yeah, it's about this lion my dad has for an assistant."

"Oh, Daisuke," Lawrence spat the name and rolled his eyes. The growl that came after took Erick by surprise. "It seems we have an enemy in common. Cheers for that, pup."

Both took the shot of tequila in one go and while Lawrence served up some more, Erick began to explain himself.

"I don't think of him as an enemy, but they've spent a lot of time together already. And yeah, Mom doesn't seem to like that."

"They're fucking;" Lawrence interrupted, taking his shot of tequila and serving himself some more.

"Ah... yeah, I guess there's no reason to hide it," Erick looked down at the shot glass before drinking from it. Despite being used to the beverage, the second shot did wrinkle his face when the alcohol ran down his throat.

"It's a shame your father ended up being a fag. But you don't care about what your mother thinks, right?"

"That old hag? Of course not," the young wolf replied after recovering. "She can cry as much as she wants. Dad knows how to keep her happy. But I'm worried Daisuke might be trying to get more from Dad than just... you know," the shy wolf looked at his crotch.

"Yeah, yeah, I get it. That fucker is nothing but a gold digger. Huh, never thought those existed among fags."

"I tried talking with Dad but he doesn't listen. He keeps acting like he's in control but it's Daisuke who's telling him what to do. Can you believe he convinced Dad to cancel my credit card?"

"What?!" Lawrence slammed his fists over the wood.

"Even mom had her credit limited. He has him charmed!"

The old wolf rubbed his forehead with two fingers, feeling the pressure building up from the stress and anger. It was simply unacceptable! That Daisuke had no right to do whatever the fuck he was doing. But with the fear of possible blackmail still present, he couldn't take care of him the way he wanted; that didn't mean he would stay and watch.

"I can't believe it--I would understand if it was a female, but crawl like that for a male? Jesus fucking Christ... I'm surprised he managed to keep it a secret from the media."

"Maybe if you talk with him," Erick started, only to be interrupted by the conflicted wolf.

"No, I already gave him an ultimatum days ago and he hasn't answered. I guess your father made his choice already, and he choose a fag."

"Then we should both talk with him. I took some pics of them meeting. We can use them to convince him."

Blackmail. The term was blackmail. But his twisted mouth told Lawrence his grandson wasn't happy using that term. However, he had the guts to consider it, which said a lot about him. And that was all the old senator needed: a family member that he could trust.

With a reassuring pat on his shoulder, Lawrence let his grandson know he was with him.

"Let's teach your father a lesson," the wolf growled.

"Let's do it now, then. I know where he is," an overconfident Erick said, taking another shot of tequila.

Of course, he knew where he was. Erick was taking him exactly where Daisuke and Cheke wanted him.

"I'm glad Wolfo managed to keep his son's scandals a complete secret. That way the senator won't have a reason to doubt about him. What we're gonna do is exploit his hatred by making him think Erick is on his side. What he needs right now is a family member to help him deal with this issue in the most discrete way possible. Erick will bring him here, and then we'll take care of that fat bastard."

"Only for this time, Erick, you're allowed to act like the spoiled brat you were before. Convince your grandfather you hate Daisuke as much as he does. Insult him if it comes to that. And don't feel guilty for doing so. Remember this is still an order and it's very important that you follow through."

That was Cheke's plan: simple and effective. And just as he expected, Lawrence took the bait and arrived at the Spa before 6:00 PM, followed close by his grandson, who did a great job at pretending he hadn't been there before.

The reception was cozy, but not exactly up to Lawrence's standards. It was small and had only three chairs and one middle table with several magazines. Relaxing music came from the speakers mounted on two corners, and the air humidifier provided a subtle fragrance that even his sharp nose couldn't identify.

Behind the desk, the white tiger bowed his head to greet the duo. Attired in a white robe tied around his waist, his green eyes inspected both canines before putting his hands over the desk.

"Welcome, gentlemen. Is this your first time coming with us? I don't recall seeing you before," the tiger greeted them.

"Yeah, but I'm not here for a massage. I wanna know if Mayor Wolfo has arrived," Lawrence asked immediately, taking off his sunglasses to let his eyes do the work for him.

Cheke, however, didn't even blink an eye despite the heavy aura coming from the wolf.

"I'm afraid I cannot give personal information about any client, sir."

"And you'll be out of job by the end of the day if you don't tell me what I'm asking you."

His fangs came forward, covered in saliva and slobbering the desk like a rabid dog. Cheke pleased his power fantasy and took a look at the computer, where he had the day's schedule. After a moment, he cleared his throat and sighed.

"Mr. Wolfo has changed his appointment for today. He'll be arriving later. Is there anything else I can do for you?"

Lawrence huffed heavily straight into Cheke's face. With a head shake, he was getting ready to leave when Erick stopped him.

"We're already here. Why don't we get a massage while we wait? My trainer suggested me one, and you seem tense too, Grandpa."

The old wolf frowned in response to his grandson's suggestion. Not only it came out of nowhere but he didn't feel convinced after taking a look at the reception.

"I won't let a male put a hand on me, pup. And I'm sure we can find a better place than this dumpster."

"I guarantee a top quality service, mister, given by either a male or female specialist--she might have a special service just for you."

The subtle tone and his wink told Lawrence exactly what he wanted to hear. That alone increased the quality of the place under his standards, especially with how stressed he had felt for the past few days.

"And... how discrete are your services?"

"I hardly believe anyone else can match your temperament when it comes to spilling personal information--so yes, our services are discrete."

A snarky comment, but one Lawrence could ignore. It was true he could get a slut anywhere in the city, but masseurs had something in particular that he loved. Maybe their fitted outfits or the feeling he was in a cheap porn movie, Lawrence couldn't resist.

"Very well, I think I can get a spot for me and my grandson here."

"Excellent."

Like an act of magic, the door to his right opened and two young vixens walked in, wearing semi-transparent white clothes similar to a nightgown and that made evident they had nothing else under. That sight alone put a smile on Lawrence, who gladly let one of them guide him into the hallway. She said nothing when the old wolf put his dirty hands on her and even encouraged him to do more with a soft brush from her tail. Erick and his vixen disappeared behind a door to the right, while she guided Lawrence through a door to the left.

The room was small and cozy, with a wooden bed in the middle that looked more expensive than everything in the reception. A table at the other end had several incense sticks already burning, filling the room with a scent of jasmine and a weak touch of lavender. A dial controlled the lights, and the vixen turned it down to a dim level; along with the relaxing melody, it set the perfect mood.

With the door closed, she let her rob fell down her shoulders, revealing a spectacular body that woke up Lawrence's libido immediately. The wolf did a poor job of taking off his clothes, leaving behind any grace or dignity. He was desperate. Anxious to break into her pussy and play with those juicy tits like they were made of clay. He was even huffing already, meaningless gestures that didn't affect the smile on the vixen's face.

"Why don't we just... skip the massage and go straight to the special service?" Lawrence said, trying to put his fangs around her sensitive and juicy neck.

She gently kept him mere inches away from the flesh, close enough to tease the old bastard. He had the gentleness not to force himself into her--at least not too much.

"Oh, but the massage is the best part. And exactly what you need, handsome."

Lawrence took deep breaths from the perfume she was using. The strong smell felt like a rush of energy and only enticed the wolf to continue, his cock pulsing quickly and smearing pre all over the silky fur of her belly.

"You are what I need, love. Get on the bed and I'll show you what this big, bad wolf can do with his tongue."

And to remark on that comment, he gave her neck a long lick. She giggled and trembled a little, but still managed to guide Lawrence to the bed.

"No, no, no. You'll obey me right now. And if you do, I'll give you exactly what you want."

For some reason, the wolf didn't fight anymore. Even when he wanted to fuck her, his body felt too heavy to keep moving. With gracious moves, the vixen put him face-up over the bed, staying close so he could keep breathing the scent coming from her body. And Lawrence did that, taking shorter and quicker breaths of the addicting smell.

"You don't mind getting a little kinky, right?" She asked, tying one of Lawrence's wrists to the bed.

"Nggghh, darling, you can do whatever you want as long as I stay like this," the wolf replied and threw a look at his hard cock.

The vixen did a little dance while tying the rest of his limbs, keeping Lawrence entertained. It even threw a couple of licks at his cock to maintain the tension. In less than a minute, he was tied up and completely at her mercy, so dazzled by her beauty that he didn't listen when the door opened.

"Now, this is where the fun begins," she said, standing next to his head.

The vixen put a blindfold on him, and when she got sure Lawrence couldn't see anything, she picked up her clothes and winked at Cheke, who had walked into the room accompanied by his student, both attired in the same white robe.

"What's next, darling? I'm all yours," the fooled wolf said.

Cheke signaled Daisuke to stay quiet and listen. The white tiger sat in front of the wolf's paws and inspected them closely. Lawrence's paws were a perfect reflection of him: big and heavy, with hardened beans. He began slowly, carefully, feeling how sensitive he was. His touch didn't tickle him. And no groan came out after he applied more pressure. Strong paws, like his character.

"Uff, yeah, I could use that..."

Daisuke watched carefully as his teacher began a simple massage using only his thumbs. A careful pressure here and there with a circular motion to soften the skin. Unlike his regular massages, Daisuke saw him move to specific points, following a pattern only he knew. And it worked flawlessly, getting some groans from the wolf who felt the initial discomfort from the skin being kneaded.

"God... that hurts."

His body reacted as expected, squirming against the bindings and his groans getting progressively louder. However, there was a smile of satisfaction growing on his face. His paws receiving some unique attention was something unexpected for Lawrence, but he wasn't against it. He embraced that joy to the point that even his toes opened and closed while the massage continued.

And Daisuke noticed the effects too. His struggle slowly died, and he moved from groans to joyful sighs as the tiger continued rubbing his paws. His erection remained firm, with some pre rolling down the tip and tempting both felines with its thick aspect.

Little by little, Lawrence calmed down and submitted to the attention given by Cheke. The tiger changed his touch, moving on to a slower and more delicate massage to put his prey into a deep slumber from which he couldn't escape. Lawrence yawned once... twice... and then they heard a snore.

Cheke stopped the massage, stood up, and put a hand over Daisuke's shoulder.

"I'll take care of him, but I want you to pay special attention to everything. The hardest part has just begun."

Jasmine and lavender. And something else. A subtle masculine smell that was both familiar and unknown. A mixture of different fragrances. Too masculine for his taste.

The roof was still spinning when he opened his eyes. Blurry too. The music coming from the speakers had stopped, and Lawrence heard several breathings around him. His body was still too heavy, and his arms and legs refused to move.

No, he couldn't move them. Something had him tied to the bed. This initial struggle started to bring his consciousness back. One pull after another, Lawrence got a grip on reality and the world around him began to take shape.

The room was still the same that he remembered, with the dim lights and the scent of jasmine and lavender. But the vixen was nowhere to be found. Instead, he noticed a trio of silhouettes in the dark corner of the room too familiar for his comfort. He tried to get up again until he finally noticed the bindings holding his wrists and ankles.

"Wha-what is this?" He mumbled, his mouth still too numb for him to talk.

"Oh, it seems our guest is waking up," someone said from above him.

Cheke appeared beside him, completely naked and pouring a liquid into his hands. His serene expression contrasted with the gloomy room, and the lack of clothes made him fear the worst, and induced on him a panic that pulled him completely out of his slumber. Gathering all his energies, Lawrence fought against the bindings while the memories fit into place like a puzzle. The spa. The white tiger. That slut that brought him there. It all came back to him, and Lawrence understood he had been lured into a trap.

"Please, try as much as you need. Exhausting you will only make things easier for me."

Lawrence reconsidered after that threat. With both fists and his fangs clenched, he threw a rabid look at the tiger. His mouth still felt numb, but he managed to articulate some words.

"Where... is my grand... son?"

"Oh, don't worry about him, he's fine. You should worry about yourself, Senator Wolfo."

"Is this about mo... money? Or somebody sent you...?"

"Not everything is a conspiracy straight out of House of Cards. I'm just here to give you a massage."

Cheke walked to the other end of the bed and sat down in front of Lawrence's paws. The moment his thumbs got in contact with the warm soles, the old wolf jumped and squirmed violently.

"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!"

Blobs of saliva came from his open maw while he fought again not to break the bindings, but to stop Cheke from touching him.

"You're just making it worse, senator. Try to relax. You'll enjoy it in a moment."

"Fucking faggot, you better release me now or I'll cut your head off myself!"

"Threats are nothing but empty words to be, senator. And after I finish here, you won't be doing anything unless I command you."

Cheke waited until the soreness and exhaustion hit the old wolf. His struggle lasted a couple of minutes, during which he prepared by smearing the oil evenly across both hands.

When the wolf calmed down, he began his lovely job.

"You see, Senator," Cheke explained while he did his job, "I believe all males have a weakness. For instance, I have a preference for males above me. I believe you're well acquainted with the determination required to ascend a hierarchy--or more precisely, the savagery to eliminate the competition. If that's the case, you're familiar with the joy of seeing those who once bragged for being above you going down while you ascend, going beyond the ranks they once had."

"I feel a similar pleasure. However, I have no interest in taking their places on the pyramid of power. I want to take over them. Let them keep their lives and ranks, and control from the shadows what they do and say. That's my weakness."

The oil felt cold at first, but as Cheke continued his massage, rubbing and smearing more and more oil, the substance started to warm up. Lawrence paid no attention to it at first, focusing more on the many ways he would torture that fucking tiger before killing him. But his mind found it hard to ignore the three silhouettes still standing in the dark, and the powerful resemblance they had.

"I'm not gonna waste my time sweet talking to you. So I'll be honest. I want you, senator. And I don't say sexually speaking. I mean it. I. Want. You," Cheke said, putting a strong emphasis on the last words. "And the reason why I say this is because you're not dumb enough to fail at the regular tricks I use. You'll require a different approach."

"Luckily for you, I've learned multiple techniques across the years, and I know exactly how to get into someone's mind. Pay attention, as this is very important."

Lawrence knew those last words weren't for him. But it wasn't important at that moment. The wolf growled when Cheke pressed in the middle of his left paw with both thumbs.

"I've been doing massages since I was young, and I've learned a lot about the body and mind. It's safe to assume the paws, being the root of our bodies and the sole carriers of our weight, play an important role in how we feel. There's a lot of wordiness and quackery mixed with real knowledge, so it's normal to assume paw reflexology is nothing but a bunch of new-age bullshit to steal money from rich and gullible people."

"Whether they believe or not it doesn't make a difference. It just made things easier for me. Relief of the pain. Relax the muscles. And enter into their minds."

"As soon as I get free you're a dead man!" Lawrence yelled again.

The bindings kept his paws in place, yet Cheke stopped and threw a cold look at him. For the first time, Lawrence had met with someone matching his energy, and that was enough to stop his struggle.

"Senator, I'm trying to help you. And I guarantee that you will leave this room completely safe after I finish. So please, take a deep breath and stay calm."

A brief silence only broke by the wolf's growls, Cheke waited a little more before going back to his task.

"If I can be honest with you, I respect you. You might not be a likeable person, because that's not what you look for. You have the courage and determination that very few people have. And that's admirable."

The room was still full of that "faggy" scent, but there was something else too. Something strange only now his nose began to catch up. In his curiosity, Lawrence sniffed the air, filling his lungs with more of the fragrance Cheke had made for that moment.

"Unfortunately, that determination isn't free. From the moment you walked in, I noticed the incredible stress under which you live day by day and the damage it's doing to your body. Believe it or not, I do care about your well-being."

The wolf flinched. Cheke had pressed the spot under his left thumb. It felt... like a discharge. Baffled, he looked at the tiger and caught a quick throb from his flaccid cock.

"As I said before, some people believe paw reflexology is an excellent practice to heal the body through the paws. It's different from the regular massage I offer, as it helps me focus on one point in particular. It improves circulation, relieves pain, and enhances your energy flow. And when you press in the right places...."

The sniffs became deep breaths. That strange smell had salty tones on it mixed with the sweet fragrances. It was pleasing and stimulating. Lawrence found himself unable to stop breathing it. Like an oxygen mask, he got hooked to it after a couple of minutes, taking deeper breaths while the tiger continued his massage.

He wasn't just rubbing his paws. Cheke used both thumbs to constantly press on a specific point of the sole before moving to another one. And while the changes felt abrupt and random, a part of him told him he was following a pattern.

And he was feeling it. As he breathed more of that fragrance, and Cheke continued with his massage, the wolf noticed a strange sensation moving up his leg. It was similar to submerging into the warm waters of a jacuzzi, and he could even feel the tickle from the bubbles popping out against his skin. It stopped for a moment after Cheke switched to the right paw, and after a minute of receiving the same attention, the sensation spread to the other leg.

"Lawrence Wolfo, you're used to looking at and having people beneath you. You're the one who gives orders. The one that has control over everyone. You tell them what to do and they obey. And they won't even doubt to lick and kiss the ground you'd just walked over. And you might think they do this to get your favor."

"You might be right. So it might surprise you to discover some actually enjoy being beneath you. I am one of those. I enjoy what I'm doing to you. The devotion put into this massage. The sight of your huge paws. My willingness to please you. I find an incredible joy in this, one that I'm confident to say it's similar, if not stronger than the one you experience from ordering those beneath you. After all, isn't this our place? Right beneath your?"

Lawrence shook his head. That dizziness was coming back. But he couldn't tell why. Ohr how. He only breathed more and more of that scent, that salty and musky smell coming from all over the room. And Cheke didn't stop massaging his paws, dedicating now one hand to each paw and pressing at the same time, following the same pattern.

He fought against the bindings again, only to find his body lacking the strength to move.

"Wha..."

"You're tired. You feel relaxed. Sleepy, even. But you're conscious. It's the massage. I can put your body in this state by pressing and rubbing the right spots, in the right order, with the right strength. It numbs the body and mind while at the same time, it makes it more sensible. It's the perfect state to live this joy even better. To experience to its fullest the pleasure of being served."

Something was draining his energies. The wolf spoke again, only to hear a weak voice coming out. And the more tired he felt, the deeper his breaths became, needing more and more oxygen to stay awake. And after each breath, the dominant musk of what he just realized was sweat got stronger.

"You're halfway there, your consciousness walks in the thin and joyful frontier between dream and reality. You experience a sense of peace and quietness like nothing you've ever felt before. And you love this sensation. How light you feel. How happy you are. How excited it makes you feel."

Each word uttered felt like a pebble being dropped over his chest. His grip lost strength the more Cheke massaged his paws. The melodic tone of his voice was like a siren's chant. And deep inside his mind, he knew the danger of spending another second listening to him.

With a lot of effort, the wolf managed to bite down his lip until the sharp fangs poked through the skin. The pain and taste of his blood felt like a shot of cocaine injected straight into his heart. An abrupt jump on the bed startled even the strangers standing in the dark, and broke Cheke's concentration for a moment, who until then wasn't aware of how strong Lawrence's mind truly was--his struggle was still weak and that rush of energy didn't last, yet he heard the deep growl and the murderous rage pushing the wolf to fight. His mind's survival instinct had kicked in, aware that something more precious than his life was at risk.

But an obstacle so meaningless wouldn't discourage Cheke. The tiger loved a good challenge, exactly what the old wolf had to offer. After a quick adjustment to his strategy, the battle of wills between an apex predator and his hopeless prey began, with both putting everything at risk to come out victorious.

Each pressure point was met with a growl. Each snarl was silenced with soothing words. Lawrence gave a fair fight, fueled by the blood thirst caused by that cursed voice. But in the end, he was still a mortal that had been at Cheke's mercy from the very beginning, fighting a lost battle only prolonged by his natural hatred towards everything.

"You can feel it. The lightness. The peace. The tranquility. You can hear your heart beat slower, following the pace of my fingers moving and pressing your paws. Your big, rough, warm paws. A perfect reflection of yourself. The root of your body, soul, and mind. And you feel me touch that root. The more I press, the softer it becomes."

The taste of blood was no longer enough to keep him awake. Lawrence felt his consciousness walking across a rope, with a bottomless pit under him, luring him in with a fake promise of peace and quietness that only served as the facade of a life without control. A trap from which he would be nothing but the viewer of whatever that sick bastard had in mind for him.

"Your paws can no longer hold you. Both are too soft and relaxed. You can no longer stand up by yourself. You can no longer walk by yourself. Your paws are no longer yours. They're mine. I control when you walk and run and stand and stop. You can no longer go anywhere without my permission. You can no longer act without my permission."

The rage turned into desperation. And the desperation became despair when more and more of his mind felt victim to the infection that Cheke's voice was. The first tears shed in decades disappeared under his fur, never meant to be witnessed by anyone but him. The strength abandoned his body, and so did his consciousness.

"And now you fall. A slow and inevitable fall. A peaceful descent. Sink."

Slow? Yes. Peaceful...? His tensed muscles relaxed more and more. The claws stopped holding from the bed. The curtains that were his lips closed down and hid his fangs. And Lawrence fell slowly into the void that was the trance, descending like a feather from the top of the highest building, feeling and hearing and seeing everything without any control.

Cheke waited a moment before putting an end to the massage. Lawrence was inert, his chest puffing in and out the only visible movement. His expression had no emotion, only a white canvas for Cheke to paint at his will. And when he confirmed the state in which Lawrence was, he stood up and called with his fingers one of the strangers.

Daisuke came out from the shadows, naked and visibly excited from the induction the wolf had been through. His eyes jumped between the helpless body and his teacher, who had put into practice a new and unique technique.

"I'm impressed," the lion uttered.

"And you should be. His resistance was formidable, stronger than what I originally anticipated. It's expected from someone in his class, but still... if it wasn't for the fragrance, it could have broke off the restraints--it might not look like it, but he's still fighting right now."

There was no trace of disdain or disgust in Cheke's voice. The tiger instead showed sincere admiration, something strangely unique to him. But in his eyes was a spark of ambition too, proof that his mind was already working on all the devious scenarios he had planned for the poor wolf.

"I think it's time to finish the work," the tiger announced, calling in the other two strangers.

Cheke pulled a lever next to the bed, and the mechanism turned it easily into a chair. With a snap of his fingers, Wolfo and Erick came out of the shadows and knelt on their respective spots to take care of Lawrence's paws. The old wolf saw them, but his expression didn't change. Even after the pups began to work on his paws, not even a tremble appeared on his lips.

"What a wonderful feeling, isn't it? To be on top of everyone, even your own lineage. To be served by both your son and grandson. To know you earned this servitude, this devotion, this... power. But this joy isn't new to you. This is what you live every day. From the moment you wake up to when you go to bed, people are there to serve you with diligence. This is the life you're used to, am I right?"

Lawrence nodded. It wasn't Cheke who spoke, but Daisuke, leaning down to murmur next to his ear while his teacher watched in silence.

Both Wolfo and Erick attended to the wolf's paws with visible joy on their faces. They licked and sniffed and sucked the soles and toes. They made love to those paws. And they made sure to express it, with needy moans and whines as if they couldn't get enough. Their cocks, unattended, throbbed in desperation with large ropes of pre hanging from the tip.

"Look at them. Yes, this is what you love. This servitude. This diligence. You know they hate being reduced to mere bootlickers, rejecting their pride to gain your favor. And that's what you love the most. Because it reminds you how powerful you really are. People want you. People need you. The world won't spin without you. And you earned the right to live and act as the protagonist of everyone's story."

"And the reason why you get that much power is your ambition. That sweet, oh-so-intense ambition that guided you and encouraged you to commit the most hideous atrocities. To do what very few would have the courage to do. Only to get in return what you envied from others. The power. The fame. The money. You will do anything to get what you want."

Father and son continued their task, exchanging kisses between each lick, and making sure to lick clean between his toes. Lawrence couldn't look away. His eyes studied the unique devotion with which they attended his paws. And the way those tongues moved up and down, along with the unquestionable devotion showed in their actions, woke up a powerful feeling in the wolf's soul, one that sent some blood to his most precious and craved part.

"They love it. And you love they love it. You love knowing they're below you. You love to see them act weak and desperate, to humiliate themselves only to stay on your good side. And you love they love acting so pathetic. You love they don't care about their pride or dignity. You love knowing how much control you have over them."

"And you can't but wonder why they love it so much..."

In that endless fall from an endless skyscraper and into an endless void, Lawrence heard those last words loud and clear. Spoken in the right tone and at the right speed, they pierced into his head and rooted there, a sapling that spread quickly and grew more and more, watered by the unquestionable devotion showed by the two wolves licking his paws.

"Yes. Why do they love it so much? What's the reason for it? Are they really doing this to get something in return?"

Of course, they did. Everybody did that. He couldn't think of any other reason why people would humiliate themselves to that reach. It was always an exchange, a deal, a transaction. That's how the world worked.

"Or maybe, and just maybe, they just love doing this. They love being on your knees for you. They love being at your service. They love being obedient, loyal pets. They find incredible satisfaction in this, one that nothing and no one else had ever given them before. They love this submission more than anything else in the world."

... could it be? Lawrence weirdly had his smile twist as the wolves continued their task. While Erick was still on his knees and using both of Grandpa's paws to jerk himself, Wolfo stood up to give his father's cock some attention, rubbing the throbbing cock with his right paw. And both did it with a wide smile of satisfaction that he had never seen on them before.

What should have been considered disgusting and immoral was now making Lawrence's lips tremble. Son and grandson attending to his sexual needs, acting like pets stripped away from any dignity. How an incestuous act like that could be so exciting? So alluring? So... so... wonderful? Even those short minutes had been better than the many hours spend with hookers of all kinds. The desperation with which Erick fucked his paws, trying to reach his climax; the dominance in Wolfo's eyes, whose paw was already covered in pre. How could they be so happy doing that? And why he was sharing that same joy?

"Yes. They love it. They love it more than you. They're experiencing something that goes beyond your wildest dream. This submission. This obedience. This undignified way to live serving others for the pure sake of it. You'll never experience that joy from the chair at the top of the world where you're sitting right now, telling others what to do and controlling people's lives. You'll never be as happy as them."

"And you want that happiness for yourself, right? You can't understand why they love this so much yet you want that joy for you. Do what they do. Shudder just like them from licking someone's paw. Feel your tongue dance between the toes and lick those soft beans. It's so disgusting to think about it. So humiliating. And yet you wanna do it, right?"

Right? Lawrence trembled. He didn't notice Cheke had removed the bindings and that it was him who clenched hard from the armrests, tempted by the vision of his grandson sucking his toes and his son jerking him with his paw. The pleasure only got stronger. The intense pressure in his chest had him all sweaty already, chattering his fangs and pushing him to admit what his heart craved so much.

"You want to submit. You want to serve. You're dying to get on your knees and please them the same way they do. And you want to do that because you're ambitious. You're jealous of what others have that you don't. Your ambition wants that joy for you. Your ambition wants you to kneel. To serve. To obey. To submit. You will grow stronger by serving those below you. You will find joy in servitude."

Erick had moved up, licking the pre from his grandfather's cock, while Wolfo went back down to attend not only his father's paws but his son's too, pressing both against his face while he crawled on the floor like a dog. What a humiliating sight that was and yet they were so happy! And Lawrence wanted that. He wanted that joy. He wanted that pleasure. He drooled and whined while his grandson continued sucking his cock, getting him near to a climax he couldn't reach.

The wood from the armrests cracked under the pressure of his clench. The shakiness of his body evidenced the struggle inside him. He was trying desperately to get off the chair, with the last remnants of dignity keeping him there. But with both wolves attending his manhood and paws with such devotion, he was fighting a lost battle, and it was a matter of seconds before he gave up.

And bent the knee.

And submit.

The lion he hated so much kept on telling him that. Repeating those words over and over and over and over again. And he couldn't ignore it. He wanted to listen to his voice.

He needed it...

Both wolves looked at him. Father and son sharing the senator's paws. So obedient. So loyal. So... so happy.

The wood from the armrests snapped along with his mind, and the old wolf threw himself off the chair, falling on his fours like a dog. The two pets moved just in time to evade it and stepped away when the old wolf tried to lick their paws. He crawled desperately to reach them, only to be intercepted by Daisuke, whose memory was still engraved in his mind.

There was no hatred or disgust in the lion's eyes. He offered Lawrence a smile, then snapped his fingers to get his attention.

"Do you recognize me?" Daisuke asked, getting a nod in reply. "Good. What is your honest opinion of me? Do not worry, speak freely."

"You're a faggot that only wants money from my son," Lawrence replied, his voice showing no feeling on it.

"Good. You are above me, right?"

"I am."

"And I am below you, right?"

"You are."

"And you will obey what I say?"

"I will."

"For you want to experience the joy of servitude. And you will remain above me as I will remain below you. That will never change. But you will not retaliate against me. You will not act without my permission. You will obey my every command. And you will enjoy every second of it. Your biggest joy will come from serving the one you hate the most. That joy will put you above everybody else. That joy only comes from me."

Lawrence nodded without thinking, already tangled in the lion's web.

"Now come and earn the prize you've been craving."

A smile appeared on the wolf's face, but before he had an opportunity to taste those big paws, Daisuke stepped away. His pet looked up, crushed by the disappointment on the lion's face.

"Earn it. If you really want to taste that joy, you must earn it. If my paws are so precious to you, you will worship even the ground I just touched. Don't be afraid. You are still above me. You will always be."

With a nod and a smile, Lawrence licked eagerly the spot where Daisuke stood moments ago, searching for any trace of flavor in the pristine tiles. The weak smell coming from his paws attracted him, and he continued licking the floor while Daisuke dragged his paws over the tails, leaving an invisible trail for him to follow.

His pride and dignity vanished with each lick to the ground, as he continued crawling over it to reach the lion's paws. So big. So juicy. So tasty. He wagged his tail furiously while his cock left a trail of pre behind him.

Until Daisuke gave him the reward he looked for, stopping next to Cheke so the pet could delight himself with both felines. Like a dream come true, he licked between the toes and worshipped their paws with absolute and unquestionable devotion. It was visible the joy and desperation that assaulted him, finding himself already addicted to the taste and smell, a unique combination that made a short circuit in his already scrambled brain. And with each lick given, Lawrence fell deeper into that obsession, reinforced by the words spoken by Daisuke.

With a snap of his fingers, Cheke called the rest of the family. Both father and soon took a spot at each side of the grandfather, and the Wolfo's lineage attended together their new masters, wagging their tails together. The wet sound made by their tongues was music to Cheke's ears, who encouraged Daisuke to relax with a pat on his back.

"You did an excellent job," Cheke admitted. "I had my doubts, but your approach was interesting. Instead of a weakness you chose to exploit a strength--a risky move."

"Yeah, I could change his vision, but why would I? He's not like Wolfo or Erick. A male like him is beyond redemption, and the most appropriate punishment is to live the rest of his days under a lie. He's the only one who's gonna believe he's above everyone. He'll never suspect he's everyone's toy."

"Isn't that a little twisted?"

"A twisted end for a twisted person," Daisuke raised his paw. Lawrence began to lick the sole happily, holding it with both hands as his most beloved treasure. "I think it's perfect."

Cheke saw a sparkle of confidence and determination in his student's eyes, one completely new to him. The unexpected change put a smile on his face, knowing Daisuke had learned everything he needed to continue his journey on his own. With enough effort and hard work, the lion could even become better than him. And he was already excited to see what he was capable of. But for now, there was something else they had to do.

"Well, then it's only a matter of giving him a try, don't you think?"

Daisuke looked sideways at his teacher, then offered a devious smirk when he understood what he meant.

"Wolfo, Erick, step aside. Lawrence, get back to bed," the lion commanded with a clap.

All three pets obeyed. The old wolf hopped on the bed like a good dog after Cheke adjusted it back--and after a short struggle with it.

"Remind me to get a new chair next month," Cheke groaned, looking at the mechanism as if that would fix it.

"Shouldn't you get it right away?" Daisuke suggested, already standing in front of Lawrence's paws.

"Don't speak as if I made a lot of money from this place."

"Well, we can change that," Daisuke pulled Lawrence by the hips and put the wolf's paws against his shoulders. "Pass me the oil, will you?

Cheke brought a small bottle filled with a semi-transparent liquid. He gave a second look at his student, still surprised by the sudden change in attitude--especially if he got right what he was thinking.

"You're evolving at an extremely fast pace. Who are you and what did you do to my student?"

The lion only giggled after snatching the bottle from Cheke's hands. He poured some of its content over his cock, then smeared some more on Lawrence's hole.

"Turns out I have a very kinky teacher. I'm pretty sure that has something to do."

Cheke couldn't resist a giggle while his cheeks blushed slightly. Truth is, there wasn't a lot else Daisuke could learn from him, and he was proud of the excellent work he had done since he came to work with him.

"You're giving me too much credit, but I'll take it. Now," he called Lawrence's attention by slapping his hard cock against the wolf's cheek, "open up, pup. It's time for you to serve."

Lawrence obeyed instantly, and the tiger's cock disappeared inside the humid cavity that was his maw, giving the grumpy wolf his first taste of cock in his life--of course, it wouldn't be the last.

"C-careful with the fangs," the tiger muttered.

"He'll need some training. I bet he's only mimicking what he saw in a porno," Daisuke cleared his throat and looked back at the other two pets. "Wolfo, Erick, you'll wake up from the trance slowly, as always. And I want you to stay quiet and watch. Remember, everything we do is normal."

And with that order given, Daisuke pushed his cock into the virginal hole of Senator Wolfo. The oil used was of excellent quality, but it didn't make things any easier for the lion, whose size was still difficult to take even for those with experience. He found some comfort in the large paws he had right there and began to suck on one of his thumbs while the wolf groaned from the cock slowly invading his insides.

Cheke took care of his whining by fucking his maw, careful not to hurt himself in the process. But Lawrence was a quick learner, and his fangs stopped being a problem after several thrusts. A couple of minutes later, the tiger fucked his maw confidently, now fully enjoying the large tongue wrapped around his shaft.

On the other end, Daisuke was also doing a good job. Right after the tip went in, the rest of his cock found little resistance from the wolf's hole. Each inch stretched a little more the walls that clenched and squeezed his cock, getting the first moans out of him. It took a lot of effort not to ram the rest of his manhood in, for Daisuke wanted to train Lawrence just like he did with Wolfo and Erick, who watched in silence as the Head of the Wolfo family was being fucked by him.

The only thing that helped Daisuke remain calm was his paws. He loved all paws, but there was something special in eating the paws of a male so powerful and influential. It drove his kink to the max, and that only made him want to savor the moment even more. And that's what he did. Slowly and carefully shoving his cock into the wolf's ass, until he was balls deep in the squirmy pup, and he had no more reasons left to restrain himself.

In a matter of seconds, both felines put their hips in motion to use and abuse the wolf's body. Saliva fell from the open maw, too occupied with Cheke's cock to swallow. His legs twitched against Daisuke's chest, prey of the intense pleasure from being fucked in the ass for the first time. The wet slaps and slurps during each thrust became louder than the moans from both hypnotists, who had their eyes fixated on the poor wolf.

And away from that debauchery, Wolfo and Erick looked in absolute disbelief. Lawrence Wolfo, the male they knew would kill anyone to maintain his position, was being used like a mere sexual toy. And they knew, from their own encounters with the felines, that there was no love or affection in those thrusts. Cheke and Daisuke were using the wolf.

And both found it not only normal but incredibly exciting. Their twitchy cocks were a total mess from all the pre that kept on coming, already too thick that anyone might think they already came. It had been days since the last climax they had, precisely in that same room. And now more than ever, father and son wanted to help each other to reach their sweet, sweet climax. But of course, their bodies didn't reply. They weren't allowed to cum. And both knew it very well.

So all the pets did was watch as their Masters fucked the new addition. And they showed no mercy to the wolf. Cheke held his head with both hands to make sure he choked on his cock. Daisuke pulled him by the hips on each thrust to reach even deeper. And all the helpless senator did was squirm over the bed and wag his tail excitedly, enjoying the best moment of his life.

"I think he already knows his place," Cheke huffed.

"Who would have thought this nasty senator was so kinky?" Daisuke added, and with his hand, he scratched Lawrence's belly.

The wolf moved his right leg quickly in response, which only encouraged Daisuke to continue. Cheke pulled out his cock to jerk off, already close to climax, and let the old wolf whine and moan freely, with his tongue hanging out from one side.

"Who's a good boy? W-who's a good boy?" Daisuke asked, already huffing from the climax approaching.

"I am! I am!" Lawrence whined. Tears rolled down his cheek from the unbearable pleasure he was going through.

"Yes, you are! And good b-boys are rewarded for obeying," the lion threw a short roar. The soreness of a fuck that rough was already dragging him down, so he gathered his remaining energies to finish.

"Fuck...!" Cheke grunted with his fangs gnashed while he reached his climax. And after a long and desperate moan, the tiger painted Lawrence's face in white, throwing rope after rope of sticky and thick cum, with most of it falling right into the open maw.

Lawrence closed his eyes, but still swallowed the tiger's load, tasting cum for the first time and finding an incredible joy in Cheke's expression, a direct result of his servitude.

"Remember, yo-you're still on top... and you love pleasing o-others!" Another roar, now encouraged by his teacher's climax. He was so close, so close to the climax he craved so badly. "So keep being a good b-b-boy...!"

By then, the lion couldn't hold it any longer. The induction left him pent up, and not a single soul would last for too long in a virgin hole after that. So with one final thrust, Daisuke shoved his cock balls deep and gave the senator the pleasure of being bred for the first time.

And it was such his joy, that as the cum invaded his insides, and Daisuke continued scratching his belly, Lawrence came along with his Master, throwing large ropes of cum into the air that fell over himself, bathing the rest of his body in cum and making a much bigger mess.

Both Master and Pet squirmed violently during the short seconds their orgasms lasted--seconds that felt like an eternity. And when Daisuke pulled out his cock, his cum began to leak out of the loosened hole. Cheke sat on the floor and Daisuke rested against the wall, seeing his work finished. With quick and heavy gasps he tried to recover his breath, only to get dizzy in return.

"Fuck... I forgot how good... a virgin hole is," he huffed, looking back at Cheke, who had recovered completely.

"Well, I'll try to find more of those..."

And both males laughed in return, leaving the whining wolf to recover by himself. But before Lawrence had a chance to recover, Daisuke had a much better idea.

"I don't know you, but I need a bath," he got up and waited for Cheke at the door, who had agreed to his suggestion with a nod. Before both left, he looked at the two obedient pets, still waiting for a command. "Wolfo, Erick... had some fun with him. Make sure to do exactly what we did. And you can cum now... but do not dare to stop until we come back."

And he closed the door behind him, leaving Lawrence at their mercy.

Many weeks had passed since the unexpected and inexplicable retirement of Senator Wolfo from the political scenario. Citizens and specialists around the country wondered the reasons behind this decision, but the old wolf rejected all the requests for an interview and only announced he'll be taking his well-earned vacation to a tropical island.

Many conspiracy theories flooded social media, made by people trying to seek an answer or get his five minutes of fame. They talked about blackmailing, secret societies, a pick made by the Elite, an assassination plot, sexual scandals, and so on. None of them were close to the truth.

Only a few selected guys knew what happened. One of them was a reptile, who waited at the VIP room of the recently remodeled Spa run by his friend Cheke.

Lambert was his name, a large crocodile of red scales only wearing the white robe given by the tiger. The completely white room was stripped from any other furniture, except from the chair and a set of lights on the roof. His expression changed between pain and pleasure, but he mostly groaned from the massage given by his buddy, the white tiger who was having the time of his life with the huge reptilian paws he was attending.

Of course, Cheke wouldn't play a dirty trick on his friend--especially knowing what he was capable of. Instead, he used reflexology to relieve the pain that had been bothering him for the last couple of weeks. Lambert trusted the tiger with his life, so a therapeutic massage wasn't something to worry about.

"Have you made a choice?" Cheke asked after a moment.

"I don't know. You really make them all sound delicious," the reptile replied after another groan. "I could go on with any of them."

"Then what about the three of them? Consider it a treat for being the first one."

The crocodile stared at him surprised, and when the trio of masked wolves walked into the room through a hidden door in the wall, a devious smile grew on his maw. The three of them were completely naked and didn't waste a single second after Cheke stepped away from his paws.

"Take your time. We want your sincere opinion about them," Cheke mentioned.

"Oh, you can count on that," Lambert huffed, his paws already attended by the eager wolves, whose large tongues covered the huge and heavy reptilian paws.

With his friend being taken care of, Cheke walked out of the VIP room. Daisuke was already waiting for him outside, holding a tablet with the schedule for the rest of the week.

"We have the full week booked. I already took care of Wolfo's schedule at work, but he might need to resign too if we're planning to continue," the lion announced.

"It seems like the only choice we have. It's not like the city needs him, after all."

"His wife might be a problem, but nothing he can deal with by himself."

As they walked together back to the reception, Daisuke gathered some courage to ask what had been bothering him for the past couple of weeks.

"Boss... those three are not gonna be the only ones, right? I mean, they can barely take care of the current schedule, and these are all private appointments."

Cheke stopped on his track, then turned to face the lion. With a cheerful smile, he messed with his mane to change that somber expression he had.

"I didn't bring Lambert just because he's a friend. It might surprise you what that croc can do with those eyes. But we'll discuss more of that later. We have a business to attend to, and many males in need of some relief."

And with that said, Cheke continued his path, leaving a puzzled Daisuke behind wondering how big his boss' ambition truly was. But at the end of the day, he was only running a spa center--with some extra services included. What damage was in that?

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