John looks up at the hot wolf solemnly and barks "yes, I’d like to be your pet. It doesn't matter, so long as I get to spend my life with you." to which the big wolf just smiles and picks John up with a squeak as he crush hugs him. Holding John up so he can look him in the eyes, "well, this isn't exactly what I had in mind either but I think it'll work out great to be honest, and well you're at the right height too" he says, unable to resist the wisecrack as he sets John back down who shoots him a momentary burning glare.
The wolf props a paw under muzzle, looking up in thought. "We definitely are going to have to do something about getting you a collar. You can't go out looking like that or people will think you're a stray." He thinks a bit longer. "Stay hidden in the stall for a moment, I’ll speak to Sam, he's the manager here and a close friend of mine, he'll help us out. Be back in a sec..." He says departing the men's room again as John quickly latches the stall door, waiting patiently.
Another ten minutes go by without any visitors fortunately and soon the sounds of the bowling alley subside, as detected by John's now, very acute hearing. He realizes it must be closing time and hears the door open at that moment as well. "John...? You there foxy? He calls out. I have something for you, it might seem a bit uncomfortable at first but I think you'll grow to like it." With that John tentatively steps out of the stall, facing the wolf's sheath which does nothing to quell his burning need for the wolf right now, looking up to see a soft leather collar with black tuft inner lining.
He just stands still waiting for the wolf to reach down and strap it around his neck, while also attaching a chain leash. John blushes hotly at this but feels somehow okay with it. "By the way, my name is Matthew, but you must be careful never to utter that in public. When around other were's or just in public in general you must now always address me as master. Do I make myself clear? You see we have laws regarding use of pets and slaves and if either of us violate them you may be taken away or given a different master and neither of us would like that huh. So, let's go home now." With that John quietly nods and with a wink says "Yes, master" to which he is tugged along behind Matt like a common dog and led out through the bowling alley. On the way out he passes several other 'pets' being led by their masters, most of which look to be unhappy. He is thankful that is not his position right now. They eventually reach the parking lot and Matt hops into his modded, black '72 dodge challenger. He pats the passenger seat next to him and John obediently hops in, wagging a bit.