Earth's New Masters Ch. 68 Thinking Like A Fish
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This chapter is from Gofer's point of view.
Earth's New Masters Ch. 68 Thinking Like A Fish
On Monday we got our new class of students for the "Fishing With The Ferals" class. Many of the Sheps didn't know that I was a CBH and Master David and Beau never mentioned that. I think the name of the class also implied that I was a feral. I even had a couple of the Sheps leer at me in longing like they did with the real ferals.
The class on Monday went by as usual and I went and made lunch as normal. After Chef and I cleaned up the lunch dishes Master David came up to me and said, "Gofer please come up to the classroom. You've been doing a great job helping us but I want to give you a few extra pointers so you can help the students better."
"Yes Master David." I said trying to keep the eagerness out of my voice.
"When you come up please bring us each a soda." He added.
"Yes Master David." I replied and then rushed into the kitchen. In the past I would have grabbed a type of soda he didn't like, but I grabbed him a Dr Pepper, which was his favorite. I grabbed a Pepsi for myself and headed up to the tying room.
He was already set up to tie. "Set your vice up right there." He said pointing to the table to his right.
I quickly set up my vice beside him. I probably did it faster than a CBH should have been able to do it. But there were no Sheps here to see it. Besides I don't think Master David believed any of that anyway.
"Clamp in a number fourteen dry fly hook and get out the materials for an Adams." He told me.
I got out a bobbin with black thread, one each of a properly sized Metz hackle feather of brown and grizzly, two matched grizzly hen hackle feather tips for the wings and two large Metz hackle feathers also in grizzly and brown.
"Great you got all of it right. Now why don't you start tying it and I'll stop you when there are things I wanna show you." He said then took a sip of his Dr. Pepper.
I took a sip of my Pepsi and started to wind the thread onto my hook. When I started to tie in the tail Master David showed me a slick little trick to make it lie down with less bulk. It was a small trick but it was a noticeable improvement.
I continued working through the fly. There were several other small improvements that he showed me. Finally we got to the head of the fly.
Then he said, "I want to show you something that I've never shown anyone else. As far as I know I'm the only one that knows about it. It's something I call the one finger whipfinish."
He showed me how to do it. I'd never seen anything like it. It was so much faster than using the tool. "That's amazing Master David."
"I've never shown anyone else how to do it, not even Beau. He's begged me to teach it to him, but it's the one secret I've kept to myself. I can do it so quickly that most people can't follow it if they see it. Usually when I teach someone to tie I use the tool since that's what they'll be using anyway."
"I can understand that well enough. I saw you do it but it was so quick that I still don't have a clue on how you did it."
"I'm willing to show you how to do it but you have to promise that you won't teach it to anybody else." Master David said with a conspiratorial wink.
"Why would you do that for me Master David?" I asked. There had to be an ulterior motive.
"I told you before that I want to be your friend." This seemed to be his set answer. I wished I could believe it.
"The easiest way for you to see it would be if you sat on my lap while I tie one or two." He said.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah. That way you would be seeing exactly what my hands are doing. You'll be seeing them from the same perspective as you'd see your hands." He said and backed his chair out so I could sit on his lap.
I sat down on his lap and he move the chair so I was in a good tying position. He was looking over my shoulder so he could see the fly.
"You keep your left hand on the bobbin just to control the tension." He said as he grabbed the bobbin. "Then you twist one loop of the thread around your index finger. Then you twist your finger around the eye of the hook like this." He explained. "Then you pull on the bobbin and slip it off of your finger and it buries the end of the thread in the middle of the knot."
I was amazed, "You thought that up all by yourself Master David?"
"Yeah. I was able to visualize how to do it because it was much faster than doing it with the tool."
"That's amazing. Please show me again Master." I begged. I wiggled my butt a bit to get more comfortable and realized that Master David's cock was hard as a rock and was now wedged in my crack.
He snipped the thread off and put a dab of head cement on the fly and hung it to dry. He put a new hook in the vice and wound the thread down to the bend and then back up to the eye. We really didn't need to tie a whole fly if we were just worried about the whip finish.
He demonstrated it again while I watched intently. He gave a running commentary as he tied, "What you're trying to do is keep the thread coming off the hook straight while you spin the thread coming off the bottom of your finger around the stationary thread." Then he tied a third whip finish and suggested, "Why don't you give it a try. It's not really difficult once you see what is really happening."
I took the bobbin from his hand. I wrapped the thread around my index finger and slowly wound the thread around the hook. I pulled the thread and slowly slipped my finger from the loop and the knot snugged up behind the eye of the hook. Without realizing what I was doing I turned and gave Master David a triumphant grin. I quickly realized my mistake and wiped the grin off of my face even though it was probably to late.
"That was great Gofer!" He beamed.
"I did it right, didn't I?" I asked trying to seem unsure of myself.
"You did it perfectly. Why don't you try it again."
He had me tie three more. I was quicker with each one and they were neater each time as I gained a bit of confidence.
To my surprise I felt his arms wrap around me. His hands started at my belly but one worked it's way up to my right nipple and the other worked it's way to my now completely erect cock.
"When my students do a great job in class I normally give them a reward. Would it be Okay if I 'practiced' on you?" He asked.
"As long as it's just 'practice' Master David." I said unable to suppress a shit eating grin. I wasn't going to be stupid anymore and act dumb.
He gripped my boner and started to slide his hand up and down. Then he used his thumb to rub small circles on my dickhead, spreading the pre around it as a lubricant.
I oozed a lot more pre as I got more excited. He used the extra pre to coat his palm which he then used to stroke my erection. I couldn't help but let out a small moan.
He whispered in my ear, "You like that?"
"Yessss Master." I hissed through closed teeth. I realized that I was thrusting into his hand. I could feel his erection wedged in my ass crack. It was a shame that we both had our shorts on.
All of a sudden I almost jumped out of his lap when he pinched my nipple. I moaned and almost came right there.
I almost didn't notice it as his hand slipped off my cock and cradled my balls. His hand was slick with my precum. Then to my surprise he didn't linger at my balls. He continued down my taint until he came down to my asshole. I'd never had anyone play with my asshole before. His finger circled around my anus. I let out an involuntary gasp at the feeling. Then the tip of his middle finger centered itself at my opening.
I waited for him to push it in and then I realized he was waiting for my consent. I wasn't going to repeat my mistake so I lowered myself down on his finger. It seemed that that was what he'd been waiting for.
I felt a jolt when his finger hit my prostate. I knew what it was from my Sex Ed modules. He then started massaging it and this time I moaned loudly and passionately. He brought his other hand down to my boner and started to stroke it. Between that and his renewed attack on my prostate, the inevitable result soon followed.
He cupped his palm over the head of my dick and I cried out "Aaarrghhh!" as my balls drew up and my load jetted out into his palm and then back over my cock as he moved his palm back and forth across my spurting glans.
As I was recovering he leaned over my back and almost whispered to me "I've always found it amazing that out of all of the CBH's that you're the only one that gets sexual urges."
"That doesn't make me special Master, I'm just a slightly malfunctioning CBH."
"I know that's what you always say, but you seem to be different from the other CBHs in a lot of other ways..." He didn't say anything else he just licked my cum off of his hand.
"Why don't you take your equipment back to your room and get yourself cleaned up." he added after he licked his hand clean.
"Yes Master David." I replied and gathered up my tying equipment.
"Don't worry about your Pepsi can, I'll throw ours both away." He said and opened the door for me to leave.
I thought about what went on after the lesson. Whatever else he was, Master David was an expert at pleasuring his partner. Maybe it was all the experience he had in pleasuring Master Woden that made him such a skillful lover.
After I showered up I headed down to the garage. I was thinking about taking my new bike out for a ride around the grounds. James had the Limo out in the driveway. He'd just finished washing it and now he was waxing it. I was going to go out and offer to help him wax it when Master David walked up to him and asked, "Hey James do you have anything important going on in the next half hour?"
"I've gotta put the finishing touches on the Limo. But after that I'm free for at least an hour when I have to go pick up Freyja at her sisters house. Where do you want to go?" He asked.
"I need to go over and see Doc for a few minutes. Could you do me a favor and not tell Master that you took me to see Doc?" Master David replied.
James cocked his head inquisitively and then replied, "Sure."
The secrecy and his past behavior with Doc had my suspicions going through the roof. Was he cheating on Master Woden? I thought about all the times he gave hand jobs to Sheps in class. Was he doing more than this behind Master Woden's back. That wouldn't be right. If I had a Shep as a Master, or I guess I should say if I was a Shep's Pet I would never cheat on them. I could only think of how bad it would hurt Master Woden.
And while I was pondering it Master David hopped into the Limo and they took off for his rendezvous with Doc.
I stood there and thought. Should I tell Master Woden? Would he get mad at me? Master David has been treating me nice. Nicer than any human has ever treated me. But he was cheating on Master Woden. Or was he... What was I supposed to do?
I realized that Master David's class had an unusual composition compared to past classes, He typically had two adult Sheps and three pups, but this time he had 4 adults and one pup. Which meant that he gave more handjobs as "rewards" than he typically did. I don't know if he gave more per adult Shep or if it just seemed like more since there were more adult students. But every time it happened it got me upset. Maybe it was because after his "Secret" visit to Doc's, the one that he didn't want Master Woden to know about, it caught my attention more. Every time it happened it set my blood boiling. I would be much more faithful to Master Woden if I was his pet. I would never think of anyone else. EVER.
But I was starting to get a plan. I needed some stuff that Master David had written and I started going through the trash to find stuff that he'd discarded. I also made photocopies of some of the freehand notes that he'd written when he was planning his class.
But before I'd gotten enough for my plan to work Friday got here and we had our weekly trip to Rose River. There was nothing better than going fishing with the little Masters for a day and a half. James was back to being our driver and Ashen also came with us but he rode in the front passenger seat next to his master. It worked out well because since I was sleeping with the little Masters that left room in Master Woden's cabin for Ashen. I even heard that instead of a king size bed and a set of bunk beds in that cabin there were now two king size beds so James and Ashen could share a bed when everyone was done with their Friday night orgy.
Ashen was at a real disadvantage here. Most of fly fishing relied on vision. You needed to be able to see the currents to know where the fish were, what kind of cast needed to be made to get a drag free drift and finally you had to be able to see when the fish took your fly because there was always slack in the line so you couldn't feel the fish strike.
Before we got on the trams to get started Master David came to the rescue. He gave James and Ashen some really large weighted woven bodied stonefly nymphs. They were tied with marabou feathers where the tail and legs should have been.
Master David tied one on James's leader and put it in the water near shore. "Watch how the marabou moves in the water when I twitch it." He said as he gave the line a slight twitch. The marabou feathers pulsed in the current like a living thing. "Just cast it across the current and twitch it across the bottom. When they hit it half the time they hook themselves, and if they don't you'll definitely feel them enough to know to set the hook." Then he had to take off with his class leaving James and Ashen to their own devices. It was amazing that Master David seemed to have a solution to all fishing problems.
I worked up my courage and swallowed my pride a bit and asked, "Master David can I have one of those?"
He smiled at me and said, "Of course Gofer. Here's three of them. Sometimes the fish hit them so hard that they break you off." He handed them to me and I put them in my nymph box.
We left James and Ashen at that spot and the rest of us got back into the tram for them to drop us off at intervals along the stream. This was great since we got to fish a different section of the stream every week. Master Arnold and I fished together again of course. We waded down the middle of the river and he fished for the fish on the right side and I worked the left side. We'd become really good at staying out of each others way so we very rarely got our lines tangled, even on the back casts.
The fishing in the early morning was really good since there was a decent hatch of the larger stone flies and the trout were really aggressive, almost like they wanted to get the fly before another fish got it. It probably also helped that we were in a relatively swift portion of the stream which meant the fish had to make up their mind fast.
While I was thinking about all of this I realized that I was finally starting to do what Master David said was the most important thing to do when fishing and that was to think like a fish. If you think "how hard can it be to think like a fish, they're not very bright" then you're missing the whole point. They see things from a completely different perspective than humans do. So you have to understand what trout need to do to survive and think from their point of view. I was finally getting to that point.
Of course I didn't pick it up as fast as my Little Master, but I did have one slight advantage over him. At his age I was still a bit taller than him even though he was catching up quickly. Plus I was using a nine foot long rod as opposed to an eight and a half foot rod, so I had a bit of a reach advantage to keep more of my line off of the water.
We were on one of the newly purchased sections of the river that we'd never been on before. There was a large underwater boulder to my left and I realized that it had a ledge near the bottom that the current had gouged a hole under. I was a bit intrigued by it and was giving it a good looking over when I saw a large shape dash out from underneath it and grab something off of the bottom. It looked like a brown trout and it looked HUGE.
I took off the stonefly dry fly that I'd been using and also changed my leader from a 5X tippet to a 3x tippet. That meant going from about 4 pound test to around 8 pound test. As I was changing my leader my Little Master noticed what I was doing. It looked like he was going to say something but he bit his tongue and watched what I was doing.
I tied one of the big stonefly nymphs that David had given to me onto the end of my fly line. Master Arnold raised an eyebrow but still didn't say anything. The fly was big and heavily weighted. It was awkward to cast and I had to duck so it didn't hit me in the back of the head as it flew past. I let it sink to the bottom then started to twitch it in like Master David had demonstrated. It swung a little bit wide of the ledge. There was no reaction by the big trout that I could see.
I pulled the fly in and made a backcast before shooting it forward a little bit further out than the last cast. This time as I twitched it it swung even closer to the ledge. This time the trout made a quick motion out of his lair but darted back in before grabbing the fly. At this motion by the trout Master Arnold's eyes got big but he still didn't say anything.
I cast again, another foot further out than the last time and the twitching fly swung right next to the ledge. This time the trout shot out, grabbed the fly and dashed back under the ledge, just about pulling the rod out of my hand. Reflexively I set the hook although he'd probably hooked himself.
And then all hell broke loose...
First the tried to power back under the ledge. If I let that happen he could rub my leader against a sharp edge of the rock and slice me off. But I used the length and power of the rod to turn his head away from the ledge. When he couldn't get back into his lair he took off into the fast water upstream. This worked to my advantage because he was fighting the drag of the reel and the spring of the rod AND the power of the current.
Then I started remembering the things Master David taught me. He was always coaching me to turn the fish's head. It was always important but ever so more important when it was a big fish. The fish was heading away from me and peeling off line but I pulled my rod toward the right and it got him off balance until he turned that way and tried to build up momentum again. I made a quick glance at Master Arnold and he had his cell phone out and was videoing what was going on.
I refocused my attention on the brown and pulled my rod to the left this time. That broke his momentum again and he turned left. I could feel him starting to weaken when he shot back down toward me. He was coming in too fast for me to real in all the slack when I remembered one of Master David's other tricks. I used a roll cast to throw the extra line over a slow current which kept some tension on the line to help keep the fish from shaking the hook free.
After the fish got downstream of me he was helping me get the slack out of the line. He had a great head of steam going and I realized that if I had the rod straight up that it would act as a shock-absorber. The rod bent almost double before the drag let out line. The good thing was there was a long slow run below us and there were not many rocks or logs that would allow him to wrap me on anything. Now it was just a matter of turning his head every time he made a run, and the runs were getting shorter and weaker with each head turn.
I finally led him into the shallows and gently booted him up onto the bank. For the first time my Little Master spoke, "That was great Gofer! I'm so proud of you." He then switched from video to photo.
The fish was still in a couple of inches of water. I was kneeling against him so he couldn't dash to freedom quite yet. I got my tape measure out and stretched it from the tip of his nose to the tip of his tail. "It's thirty and a half inches Master Arnold." I said in amazement.
Master Arnold took a picture of it with me still holding the tape in place. "Pick it up Gofer so we can get a picture of you with it." I held it up while Master took a few pictures then I waded back into the water and started to resuscitate it by pulling it back and forth in the water. When it started to try to pull away I let it go and it swam slowly at first then took off in a burst.
"You did everything perfect Gofer." My Little Master said as he put his arm around me. It made me wonder if I'd done too well...
"Thank you Master Arnold. I just did the things Master David taught me..." I said blushing crimson.
"But you did all the things yourself. You found the fish. You thought of a strategy of catching him that included changing to a completely different fly. Fished it in a completely different manner and then landed him masterfully."
"But Master David showed me the fly this morning..." I said trying to downplay the thought involved in my decision.
"Which is even more impressive since you were able to adapt what he showed you to a completely new and different situation." He continued. And I realized that here again I was sabotaging a chance to show my Little Master that I was better than a typical CBH. So I just shut my mouth.
"I'll bet that's the biggest one caught all day." Master Arnold said. I couldn't argue with that, it more than likely would be.
I switched back to a 5X tippet and a dry stonefly since that was what was going to work for rising trout. I'd changed tactics strictly for that specific fish in that specific situation. It was then that my pride in what I'd accomplished really hit me. We continued to catch fish on a regular basis with Master Arnold seemingly outfishing me on a 4:3 ratio. But I wasn't bothered by that, Master Arnold always beat everybody at everything. At least I was making him work at it.
Soon we could hear the tram picking us up for lunch. There were already seven Sheps and Beau on the tram. When we got on the tram Master Arnold yelled out, "Check out the huge brown that Gofer caught." As he whipped his phone out of it's arm holster.
He showed it to Master Grimald and Master Drogo first.
"Way to go Gofer!" Master Drogo said slapping me on the back.
"What did you catch it on?" Master Grimald asked.
I reached into my vest and pulled the fly out. I held it out in my palm. It was a little worse for the wear but it still looked like a mutant stonefly nymph.
Both of them bent over to get a better look at it, so did Master Arnold. He'd been too interested in the fish to get a good look at the fly when I'd caught it.
"Where'd you get it? Did you tie it yourself." Master Drogo asked.
"Master David tied them for Ashen to use since he can't see. You twitch them across the bottom and the trout hits it so hard that you don't have to see it you can feel it." I said nervous the direction this conversation was taking. "I watched him showing Ashen and James how to use them and I asked him for one. He gave me three of them.
Beau took the camera so he could get a better look at it. "How long was it?" Beau asked.
"It was 30 and a half inches." I said shyly.
"Great job Gofer." He replied.
"I have it all on video, We can watch it this evening on the big screen later this evening when we're all done fishing for the day." Master Arnold added.
We picked Master David and his half of the class at the next stop. As soon as he got on he was set upon by Master Arnold showing him the fish I caught. "David check out the fish Gofer caught." He said thrusting the camera at Master David.
Master David looked at it for a moment and let out a whistle, "How big was it Gofer?" He asked. I was surprised he asked me since Master Arnold was the one having the conversation with him.
"Thirty and a half inches Master David." I replied with a bit more enthusiasm than a CBH should have been showing.
"I got the whole thing on video. I was watching as he changed up his rig to fish that monstrosity that you gave him. On the second cast I saw the fish dart out of the ledge so I thought I'd video it. He caught it on the third cast." Master Arnold told him.
I thought that Master David was pondering something. "So you caught this fish on the woven bodied stonefly nymph that I gave you?" He asked.
"Yes Master David." I said starting to worry about where this conversation was heading. But he just stood there pondering what I'd told him.
"Well that was well done. I'm proud of you. For all the work you've been doing I'll get you a fiberglass replica of it. Master got one of Leroy Brown done for me." He said with a smile. I'd seen it on the wall in Master Woden's room. There was no reason to hang it in his room, Master David hardly ever spent time in his room unless he was having sex with Beau. Or all the time he spent in there with Doc. Just what had they been doing in there? I started to get angry again. Master Woden always joked with Mistress Freyja that Master David's libido was so high that he couldn't keep up with him...
"I have money of my own Master David. I can buy my own replica." I said defensively.
"I'm quite aware that you have your own money. I want to do it out of gratitude for what you've done for "Fishing With The Ferals", not out of charity or pity." He said a bit defensively himself.
I realized what a jerk I sounded like but I was still angry from thinking about what might have been going on between Doc and Master David. This made me calm down. "I'm sorry Master David. Sometimes us CBHs don't understand situations..." I trailed off dumbly.
Just about that time the tram stopped to pick Master Woden and Loki. Of course my Little Master ran over and yelled, "Daddy! Daddy! Check out the trout Gofer caught." He handed the phone to Master Woden.
He looked at it intently and then let out one of his trademark bark-like laughs. "I knew you had it in you Gofer." And with that he slapped me on the back with his huge paw, just about knocking me down in his enthusiasm. "I'll have to get a replica made for you."
"I've already told him I'd buy it." Master David chimed in.
I realized I should be happy that they were treating me like a human, not a CBH but I was worried that they would figure out my secret. But maybe it would be alright after all...
We got back to the mess hall and it seemed like everyone was more interested in the trout I caught than the lunch that was waiting for us. Everybody was asking me about the trout when Master Woden finally stood up and said, "Leave Gofer alone so he can eat his lunch and we can get back out onto the creek. My son Arnold has the whole thing on video. After dinner we can play it on the big screen in the main lodge and he can tell us what was going on when he was catching it. But we need to get finished up so we can get our afternoon fishing in. Call me cheap but I wanna get all the fishing in, I paid for a full day and I wanna get my money's worth."
Everyone laughed but the stopped talking and finished lunch up just in time for everyone to get on the trams. We fished until dinner and then after dinner we went back out and fished the evening hatch.
When we got back the CBHs served us a bunch of Mexican appetizers and had pitchers of margaritas. I'd heard of margaritas of course but I'd never had one. I knew they had alcohol in them but when I had my first taste I kind of discounted the alcohol. I mean it tasted like a lime slush with a little bit of salt. Master Woden and the rest weren't ignoring me, but they weren't really paying attention to how much I was drinking.
I wasn't really paying any attention to it either. I was more thinking about the food and thinking that I would need to go on line and look up how to make some of these items. I was also thinking about how I could make them better. And I drank one margarita. Then I drank another and was half way through the third when I was having a hard time keeping my balance. I guess I was already quite impaired because I went ahead and finished the third one.
We had already finished off most of the appetizers, and the adult Sheps had long since switched from margaritas to Coronas with lime or to straight tequila. I noticed that Master Arnold went over to Master Woden and showed him his phone.
The sound of Master Woden clearing his throat was almost like a bark. Then he boomed out, "My son just reminded me that he has the video of Gofer catching the big trout. Let's head into the main lodge and we can play it on the big screen. Maybe we can all learn something." He concluded with one of his trademark bark like laughs.
Everyone started meandering toward the main lodge and I stumbled along the way a couple of times. Master Arnold had hurried in to get everything set up, and to my surprise Master David came up to me and asked, "Are you Okay Gofer?"
"I think I may have had too many margaritas." I replied thankful that I wasn't slurring my words.
He grabbed my arm and put it over his shoulder to steady me as we walked the rest of the way into the lodge. The center room was huge and it had a 120 inch TV in it. Arnold had connected his phone to it via Bluetooth and was ready to play it.
"Gofer do you want to narrate it?" Master Arnold asked.
"Can I watch it once first. I haven't seen the video yet." I hadn't watched it because the day had been jam packed and this was the first occasion to see it. I'd also wanted to wait to see it for the first time on the big screen.
"OK. We'll just play it first and then you can break it down." Master Arnold replied.
As I watched it memories came back. When it was happening I never had time to think. Well at least not once I had him on the hook. There was a lot of thought leading up to it.
When it was over every one was clapping and whistling while I turned beet red. Then Master David broke in. "I'd like to use this as a teaching experience even though the class is officially over. Gofer did some really interesting things in catching this fish. I'd like to sorta interview him about what he was thinking while he was making his decisions."
Warning bells were going off somewhere in the back of my mind, but they were being short circuited by the alcohol now flowing through my veins. "Okay Master David." I said kinda reveling in the attention since my inebriation was short circuiting my better judgment.
"What made you decide to switch to the big nymph that I gave you? Or is that what you started out with?" Master David asked.
"Well I'd been fishing with one of the dry stoneflies and I saw a big boulder that the current had gouged a hole under. As I was looking at it I saw the huge fish dart out and grab something and dash back underneath. Since it was hiding under the boulder it wouldn't be able to see the dry stonefly on the surface. You've always told us we need to think like a fish. So I thought I needed to get a fly down to where he was..."
"So what all did you change up?"
"I changed my leader to a 3X tippet since I wasn't worried about a drag free drift. I thought it would be more important to have a stronger leader. You'd told me that sometimes they hit that fly so hard that they can hook themselves."
"That was really clever Gofer. Did you get him on the first cast?" Master David asked.
"No Master David. I didn't get close enough on the first cast." I said. Then I cast it a little further out and when I twitched it past the boulder the fish made a rush at it but swam back under the boulder."
"That's when I saw it and started videoing it." Master Arnold chimed in.
"I cast it out about a foot further and it swung even closer to the ledge. And this time it grabbed the fly and shot back under. You were right, it almost pulled the rod out of my hand. I set the hook and then all hell broke loose."
"Yeah we can see that in the video." Master David said as he continued to watch the video.
"I tried to keep him from getting back under the ledge because he might have been able to rub the line against the rock and break me off. When he couldn't go under the rock he decided to go upstream. He was fighting the drag, the rod and the current. Which gave me a bit of a break."
"But I see you didn't just take a break. I see that you turned his head."
"Yes Master David. That's what you've always told me to do. Every time he started to build up a head of steam I turned his head."
"Then he turned back downstream and was coming at you fast. What made you use the roll cast."
"He was coming back at me faster than I could reel in and I was worried that if he got some slack he could throw the hook. I'd seen you throw some of the line over the slow water to keep some tension on the line, so that's what I did. It kept some tension on the line until I was able to reel in the slack." I said with a bit of an adrenaline rush.
"Then when I got him in the flat water I just kept turning his head until he was exhausted." I finished then I worried that maybe I'd said too much. The alcohol had kind of turned off the filter I usually used when I was talking.
"Well that was well done. I'm not sure that a lot of the Sheps would have done as well..." Master David said and I could almost hear the gears grinding in his mind. Now I was really starting to worry.
I decided to not dig the hole any deeper, especially while I was impaired by the alcohol. Everyone came up to congratulate me starting with Master Woden. "I knew that you had it in you!" He enthused, but from his expression you could tell he was surprised about it.
Pretty soon the gathering broke up and we all headed to our sleeping quarters. Gustav had some semi-permanent tents assembled during the week. They had a wooden floor and were cabin tents that were much bigger than the tent we usually brought. They were almost as big as the actual cabins.
They also had real bunk beds instead of air mattresses. That kind of disappointed me, I was kind of hoping that I would get to sleep with my Little Master again. We needed to get into bed soon because we'd spent a while in the lodge and 5 AM gets here quick.
I was unsteady on my feet as I got undressed while the pups glanced at each other slyly. They should be ashamed of taking advantage of a poor nonselfaware CBH, I thought chuckling to myself. I was still pretty drunk and maybe not as guarded as I usually was.
"I think you need rewarded for doing a great job catching that huge fish." My Little Master said with a big grin on his muzzle."
"I think that you're rewarding yourself. I think that you're addicted to human spooge like your Dad." I replied not able to resist.
"You say that like it's a bad thing. I wanna grow up to be just like my Daddy." He said licking his lips.
I had to sit on the bed because I was having a hard time keeping my balance. Which worked just fine for Master Arnold. He got down on his knees between my knees and took me into his muzzle. It was a bit unusual that I wasn't already hard, usually just the thought of Master Arnold touching me there was enough to make me rock hard. He took me into his muzzle and I slowly started to harden.
He pulled off of me and said, "This must be what Daddy means when he says somebody has "brewers droop". And then he laughed and started back to work on my boner leaving me to wonder what that meant.
It took a few minutes before I was fully hard and it took a full five minutes or more before I started to feel the tingle in my balls. I finally gasped and started firing off into his muzzle.
I realized the other two pups were watching intently. They had all started to enjoy human spooge. I fired the last of it and Master Arnold ran his finger up my cock to get all of it out of my urethra. When he pulled off his eyes almost rolled up into his head. Then he shook his head and transferred about a third to Master Grimald and then a third to Master Drogo. Then all three of them kinda swished it around their muzzles. They zoned out and then swallowed almost in unison, even though they weren't looking at each other.
"Well we better get to bed." Master Arnold said to the group at large. Master Grimald got in the upper bunk and Master Drogo hopped in the lower one.
I got unsteadily to my feet and pulled the cover back on the lower bunk of the other set and then almost fell into it. I started to pull the covers up when I heard Master Arnold say, "Wait." And then he crawled right up into bed with me. It was only a twin bed and I didn't mind, sleeping with my Little Master was worth being crowded.
He was facing me and reached up, touched my lips and said, "Luv Go Fur."
I smiled I'm sure a drunken smile and replied, "I love you too Little Master." And then quickly fell asleep.
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These are my other stories that I have moved or I'm in the process of moving to Nifty. All of them are in their entirety on SoFurry.com:
Earth's New Masters https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/sf-fantasy/earths-new-masters/ In My Wildest Dreams https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/sf-fantasy/in-my-wildest-dreams/ Wild Horses https://www.nifty.org/nifty/bestiality/wild-horses Runt https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/sf-fantasy/runt/ Mutt https://www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/sf-fantasy/mutt Pittsburghese N'at https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/sf-fantasy/pittsburgese/ Craigslist Bull https://www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/sf-fantasy/craigslist-bull/ The Trophy Wife https://www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/sf-fantasy/the-trophy-wife The Initiate https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/sf-fantasy/the-initiate My Pet Lion https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/sf-fantasy/my-pet-lion Sasquatch In My Mind https://www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/sf-fantasy/sasquatch-in-my-mind Reverse Cowboy https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/sf-fantasy/reverse-cowboy Of Dogs And Young Men https://www.nifty.org/nifty/bestiality/of-dogs-and-young-men/ The Oracle https://www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/historical/the-oracle/ Royal Prerogative https://www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/historical/royal-prerogative Harry Potter and Firenze https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/celebrity/harry-potter-and-firenze The House Mouse https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/military/the-house-mouse The Jungle Book https://www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/celebrity/the-jungle-book In Gods We Thrust https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/in-gods-we-thrust
If you read any of the others please let me know what you think of them.