Domak the barbarian awoke and suddenly sat up in bed, his mind fuzzy and confused. He had no idea where he was.

A quick glance about at his surroundings, and the large muscular wolf saw he was in a pretty basic bedroom. He immediately guessed it was a room at an inn. He’d been in enough in his many years as a heroic adventurer to recognize them, as they were all pretty much the same.

He didn’t remember how he got here. The last he could recall was stopping at a tavern for a few mugs of ale.

Then he spied his clothing and belongings on a chair on the other side of the room and realized he was naked. Why had he…?

“Ah, you’re awake! Good morning, handsome!”

Startled by the voice behind him, Domak leapt from the bed and spun around, fists raised, ready for a fight.

The bed he’d been in was also occupied by a lithe red fox, who was now sitting up, stretching and yawning. He saw the stance of the wolf barbarian and rolled his eyes. “Come now, the sex last night wasn’t that bad. I know you enjoyed getting fucked, those moans of delight were too genuine!”

“Who are you?” Domak demanded. “What is going on here?”

The fox let out a sigh. “And there was me hoping the enchantment would last longer. It seems your mental strength is greater than I anticipated.”

“Enchantment?” Domak said, keeping his fists raised and ready to fight. “What enchantment?”

The fox smiled at him. “Why, this one of course!”

Before the wolf barbarian could react, the fox’s paw moved like lightning, drawing glittering mystical patterns in the air. He also started speaking strange unintelligible words as he fixed Domak with an intense stare.

“Stop!” Domak said. “Don’t you dare…!”

But the barbarian only managed to take a single step back towards the bed before a wave of relaxation washed over him and he simply stopped where he was, arms dropping limply to his sides.

What had he been so worked up about? He found he couldn’t remember. There was no reason to be angry. After all, he was here with this fox, who could be trusted completely. Domak might not know the fox’s name or who he really was, but the wolf was still absolutely certain he should listen to him and do whatever he said, as it would definitely be for the best.

The fox in the bed finished what he was saying and the mystical symbols in the air faded away. “There, that’s much better, isn’t it?”

“Yes…” Domak agreed. “Much better…” The possibility of not agreeing with the fox never even occurred to him.

“And you’re going to be relaxed and do whatever I tell you to do, isn’t that right?” The fox said, soothingly.

“Yes…” The barbarian replied. “That’s right…”

“Of course you are.” The fox said. “You can’t do anything else while under my spell.”

“Spell?” Domak said with a frown.

The fox nodded. “Yes, you’re currently under a spell I cast, but you don’t mind, because the enchantment makes you trust me.”

“Yes, I trust you.” Domak said, realizing that he couldn’t form any thoughts that involved not trusting and obeying the fox.

“It’s the same one I cast on you last night,” The fox said, stretching a little. “When I met you at the tavern and decided I just had to have you. I mean, a beautiful hunk of musclebound barbarian? How could I resist?” He let out a chuckle. “Of course, casting the spell without you or anyone else noticing was difficult, but I managed, and it resulted in a wonderful night of sex.”

Domak frowned. “I don’t remember…”

“A side-effect of the spell.” The fox shrugged. “Or possibly a result of how much ale you drank. But your full memories of everything will return in time.”

“Who are you?” Domak asked.

“Oh, just a run of the mill fox extremely powerful sorcerer who happens to specialise in mind control magic.” The fox waved a paw dismissively. “I’m just passing through this run-down little town on my way elsewhere. As for a name, you need not concern yourself with that, as you will be calling me Sir at all times.”

And just like that, something clicked in Domak’s head, and he found he could only think of the fox as ‘Sir’.

“Yes, Sir.” The barbarian said, unable to stop himself.

“Get used to it, handsome.” Sir said with a smile. “Because I plan on keeping you. You’re going to be coming with me when I resume my journey. I could use a permanent servant and sexual plaything, and I do believe you would fill that role wonderfully!”

Domak felt he should protest at this, but the words to do so refused to form in his thoughts, he couldn’t disagree with Sir. But, he realized, if the spell wore off once, it would just be a matter of time before it did so again, and then…

“Oh, the spell will wear off again, I know.” Sir said. “I haven’t forgotten about that, if that’s what you might be hoping. I’ll just be sure to cast it again before that happens, keep you always under my control.”

He looked the wolf barbarian in the eye and grinned. “And the interesting thing about this spell is that if someone is subjected to it enough times, it’s effects become permanent. Exactly how many times depends on the mental strength of the subject.” Sir let out a short laugh. “But we’ll get there in the end. Welcome to your new life, handsome!”

“Yes, Sir.” Domak responded. He couldn’t think of anything else to say. The spell seemed to be stopping him from even considering forming any thoughts of protest or resistance. He could do nothing but trust, agree with and obey Sir.

“For now, come back to bed.” The fox sorcerer patted the bed beside him. “I want to snuggle some and have you suck me off before we get up for the day. And you will greatly enjoy every moment of being in physical contact with me.”

“Yes, Sir.” Domak said, returning to the bed, where the fox immediately hugged him. Pleasure and contentment washed over the barbarian at the touch, the spell compelling him to obey Sir’s command and feel that way.

The wolf barbarian relaxed into Sir’s embrace. Maybe it was the enchantment doing his thinking for him, but in that moment, being the fox’s obedient servant seemed like a good way to spend the rest of his life…