Endangered Love Chapter 2: Walking Into Life By: Mirron Tenshi
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
"Uunnnnnggggg, shut the hell up already . . . !" Came a groggy voice underneath a blanket. A caramel colored paw then pushed out at reached and batted in vain at the source of the intruding noise. After the 8th try, the paw finally found it's target and silenced that infernal alarm clock.
"Fuck it all . . ." The fur groaned out. The golden paw pushed the blanket off, soon a foot paw pushing it off. A finely sculpted specimen of a Rottweiler then moved the side of the bed and slumped as he leaned forward. He groaned as he rubbed his eyes and his face with both paws. His head was pounding like heck.
"Why . . . ? Why . . . ? Why do I insist on going full out on Gold Night . . . ?" We'll get to Gold Night a bit later. For now, this canine needs to pull himself together and on his feet.
The rottie whimpered slightly as he dragged his highly toned muscular body out of his mead. He sported a pair of black spandex boxer briefs – he has a preference for clothing that's at least one or two sizes too small for him. The dog pulled his undies off of him and tossed them carelessly aside to the hamper, the underwear not even making the basket, but landing on the floor.
The male then proceeded to the bathroom, where he turned the water to the perfect temperature in the shower. He scrubbed and washed his fur thoroughly as the shower steamed up the bathroom. After he rinsed, lathered, and repeated, the canine turned off the water. He then stepped out of the tile cell and grabbed the nearest towel and dried himself off.
With the towel wrapped around his waist, he slumped out of the bathroom and to his large bed. Without much thought, he just collapsed onto the mattress. For some reason, hot water always makes him feel lazy and hot. A thin wisp of steam loomed from his damp fur.
There was then a knock at the door. "Izzz opehn!" He managed to groan out. The front door opened, and a female, plump, light brown with white blotched furred lop rabbit came in, holding a case of cleaning supplies. Her name is Betty Karren, a bunny in her late 30's. She was one of the Rottweiler's good friends, and his hired housekeeper going on for 3 years. Having raised ALL her kids, she took up a job in house keeping. She comes over to this house 2-3 times a week.
The house was, as expected, not exactly what one would call presentable. The owner of the house is the type of guy who can support himself, but is still a `guy'.
"Josh? You up yet?"
"Muuuuuuurrrrreeeeeehhhhhrrrrrrr!" The rottie groaned stubbornly. The lappine went to where the dog's bedroom was, and just huffed as she held her paws at her thick hips.
"Good grief, boy. What am I gonna do with you?"
"Mmmmmgggggeeehhh!"
"C'mon, get up." Betty said as she pulled the canine's arm.
"Too early . . . Lemme alone . . ." The rabbit crossed her arms.
"Joshua Hunter, it's 11 o'clock in the morning. Get up now."
"I don't wanna! . . . Ow ow ow OW OW!! Ok! I'm up! I'm up! Let go my ear!" Josh exclaimed as he winced when his right ear was yanked and pulled until he was back on his feet. Betty let go of his ear and lightly slap-padded his face.
"Now get dressed." She commanded as the lop bunny went out from the room just as the towel around the canine's waist unraveled and dropped when Betty was in the kitchen. "And don't let me catch you in bed or I'll soak you with cold water!"
Josh groaned as he went to his drawers and fished out a clean pair of briefs and pulling them up between his legs. When he put on a pair of jeans, he took a cotton black shirt and stretched it on.
He then went into the kitchen, where Betty was just pouring a mug of coffee for him. He accepted the mug and took a sip. "Thanks . . ."
The rabbit sighed as she leaned on the counter. "Gold Night?" Josh nodded as he sat down at the kitchen table. "Why you got to be such a . . . Such a . . . Well, such a dog?" Josh's eyes rolled up.
"Well, I tried being a chipmunk, but it didn't go well at all." Betty chuckled as she poured herself some coffee. "You know me. I go for a fun time."
"Mm-hm. That's why you're a stripper right?" The rottie grinned as he sipped his coffee
"Damn straight."
"Yeeeah, like you'd know about `straight', right?"
"He~ey." Josh said airily.
After having been woken up, Josh went into his SUV and drove off. He drove over to LOVERS to shop for a new outfit or two.
When he was done shopping, it was time for him to go to work at the Colorful Arrows Strip Club. The building was a large establishment with chrome walls and large ring of multicolored male symbols, and a line along the building. The bouncer, a large tan and black stallion named Chad, grinned widely as he saw the rottie approaching. "Hey, Joshy. Comin' in out front today?"
Josh smiled back as he took the horse's hand and hugged the big guy. "Always do, Chad."
"Yeah, get in there show yo fine thing."
Josh smirked as he went into the club, the party music going off with a few very sexy waiters serving many males, and one or two females, all of which in skimpy wears such as speedos, thongs, G-strings, jockstraps, each in different colors or fabrics.
He stepped into his dressing room and looked at his schedule. "Hm, only 2 performances? Ah well." He just got up and stretched. His next show doesn't start for 20 min, so he has time for a Slow Jim Fizz. He walked out and to the lounge den, where a lot of males were just conversing around the circular stage poles, just conversing, maybe flirting with each other.
The Rottweiler was about to place an order when something bumped into him. He grunted when he took a step back and looked down to see a hysterical looking German Shepard.
"Whoa. Easy there, little guy. What's-" The other dog yelped as he then hid behind the rottie as the Hoodz boys ran up to them. He was tired from running, and he needed to hide to catch his breath.
"We want no trouble man. Just that pussy right behind you." Josh then glanced behind him as the dog quivered and held onto the rottweiler. He crossed his arms and looked down on the gangsters.
"Look boys, I don't know what business you have with him, but he's not going anywhere with you if it means hurt later on." One of the hoodies smirked at the guy defending him.
"Oh, so you gonna take us out huh?"
"Nope. Those giant studs behind you will." The thugs had then barely realized of the large shadows that were cast behind them. They yelped as a thick bull and a large lion gripped the guys' coats and carried them out. Once the mongrels were thrown out of the front doors, the bull came back.
"You wan' I should take 'im out too? He ain't paid his way." The bull grumbled in a deep voice, indicating Matthew. Josh chuckled as he held his paw in a stopping gesture.
"It's alright, Joe. He's with me." The bull snorted as he nodded and resumed his post. The rottweiler then turned around and put his paw on the shep's shoulder. "You ok?"
The German Shepard sighed as they left. "Thanks man. I needed someone to help. I am Matthew Fallman, and yes I'm fine." Matthew tried to hide his prisoner number and name my turning away. Suddenly, he heard shots. "Oh shit. Now it's personal with these guys." Matthew took the bottle he was holding and took a swig. "I'll take care of them. Their my problem."
Josh then took hold of the scruff on Matthew's collar. "Hang on there, little buddy. Just a second there, you were running away from a pounding. Do you really want to confront both bullets AND a pounding. Besides, you see those two big guys? They're this place's security guards. They're prepared for-" The there was a loud yelp as the shooting ceased, followed by the loud clanging of metal poles. "Aaand there's the crowbars." He added with a cute grin as he turned his head to see the two large furs drag a couple of limb bodies on the outside.
Matthew grunts as he hears the yelps. "Serves them right, the bastards..." Matthew looks at the other male. "Thanks man." He sighs and pulls out his wallet, looking at the picture of his dead family. A tear falls from his eye as he looks – lately, he's been avoiding looking at that photo, because every time he does, he breaks into tears. He pulls out a 20 and hands it to the other. "Sorry for the trouble I caused. I'll get out of your hair now."
Josh looked questionably at the younger male. He was actually very cute. After one moment, he noticed a tear run down his face. "Oh, hey, are you- Huh?" He was cut off when the canine offered a $20 dollar bill. He chuckled as he pushed the paw away. "It's nothing man. You're not being a nuisance at all. In fact, I was kind of hoping I could buy you a drink."
The Shepard put the money away, and looked up and tried to smile. "N-No, that's ok . . . I just got over almost being killed . . . I don't want to end up like my parents . . ." He felt himself weaken as tears flooded his eyes as the memories flooded in.
Josh saw that Matthew was breaking down
"Hey, hey. It's ok, little buddy. It'll all right . . ." He didn't exactly know what to do; Josh was never the feely-sensitive guy, so he felt himself not the best guy to offer up his shoulder. But hey, it's not like he can just grab someone nearby and say, `Hey, he's crying, make him feel better'.
Well, when HE was upset, one of close friends hugged Josh, so . . . "Aw, come here, hun." Josh talked in a hushed tone and he then wrapped his strong arms around the crying dog. He rubbed the canine's back slowly up and down, trying to make him feel better. "Shhh shh sh, it's ok. It's alright."
Matthew cried harder. No it's not!' He thought, then said aloud softly, ". . .Those bastards killed my family . . . They murdered them . . . !" Damn you Starkerse! I will fucking kill you!'
Josh looked in sad eyes as the German Shepard cried more and more. He didn't exactly know what to do for the guy.
Meanwhile, a panda bear then peered from a curtain.
"Yo Joshy! You're on in ten!" The rottie looked up.
"Sorry, Dan. I'm not in it right now. Better go get Steve, he's been bitching about his lack of hours." The panda raised a brow. Josh never missed a queue for strutting his stuff.
"What's up, Joshy? You're usually runnin' into your dress room and gettin' ready at this point." He said as he smirked.
"I just don't feel like getting naked right now, Dan. And stop calling me Joshy!" The monochromatic bear laughed as he disappeared into the other room to get a substitute.
After awhile of trying to comfort the young canine, Josh sighed as he looked at him. "Do you have a place to stay? If you want, you could stay at my place." Matthew looked up, but then shook his head.
"I don't want to be a bother . . ."
"No, you won't be a bother. I live by myself, so I could use a roommate." He then turned the boy's face to him. "C'mon, please? I insist." Matthew closed his eyes and nodded, letting in a small smile.
"Thank you . . ."
"My name is Josh, by the way. Josh Hunter."
"I'm Matthew Fallman."
Suddenly the lights went out and a spot light hit the left side of the stage. A booming voice then sounded.
"Hello! And welcome to Horn Dogs Club! As you all know, tonight is one of our best strippers, Steven Cole's turn to start your engines! And better still, he has for you tonight, a brand new outfit! Fresh out of the dusty trail, Gentlemen, please welcome tonight's stud, Sheriff Steven!"
Applause and cheers erupted though out the packed establishment as a spot light shot to the right side of the stage. The song 'Wild Wild West' played loudly as A 7 ft tall brown horse strutted onto the stage. A brown leather vest clad onto muscular stallion, a golden five-pointed star pinned onto the vest, cow-pattern ass-less chaps, brown boots with golden spurs. The equine's rump almost bulging underneath black briefs. He showed off his physique to the horned up crowd. His arms bulged as he flexed them to their full extent. His brown eyes lingered over the hooting crowd. He was also wearing an authentic cowboy hat. He wrapped his hands around the a gleaming pole, turning his back and the audience as he started undulating his body, the athletic ass in his pants bulging and flexing as he moved as his fucking the metal pole. This drove the crowd to cheer him on, begging for more.
As he walked around, giving the audience a great first look at him, he spun a lasso rope in perfect circles. Josh then talked in a louder tone so that Matthew could here him. "Did I forget to mention that this is a male strip club?"
The Shepard was started by the sudden change in lights and booming voice. After he calmed down, he had seen the very sexy equine that was now dancing around. His cheeks went hot as he saw the male. "N-Not exactly . . ." With Matthew, he didn't exactly bother with taking to time in deciding which way he swung, but found appeal by both genders from time to time, so he had decided he was bi. So he just watched, his pants tenting a little.
The horse has stripped his vest and threw it to the crowd. A dalmatian caught it and hugged it as if it was his sentimental baby blanket. The crowd cheered as the horse's muscular, sweaty torso glisten in the spot light, his deeply curved abs and his thick, broad chest and his perked nipples adored by all. He started thrusting his pelvis up and down his hands were rubbing his inner most thighs, as if to control his lower body of which seemed as if to have a mind of its own, the bulge between his legs starting to get tighter and a little more defined. To add to the lustful display, Josh let his head back and with a facial look of utmost lust and heat. As he pumped hid lower body, the crowd started chanting again.
"TAKE IT OFF! TAKE IT OFF! TAKE IT OFF!" Josh joined into the chanting, glad to be able to relax and get to see a coworker strip for once as he started to rub the round bulge in his jeans. He also started to smell arousal. Of course, that was true about every other fur in the building, but he was just able to distinguish the one next to him. He then put his own paw and started to slip his paw under Matthew's and firmly pressed onto his bulge. The German Shepard gasped as he felt Josh's paw move over his crotch.
"How about I make it hotter for you? It's ok. It's very common here." What he said was backed up by a couple of the males in the club started to go into doggie style while others were giving handjobs.
Matthew's face flushed bright red. "I...I've never done this sort of thing before . . ." Hinting that he was a virgin. Josh just grinned as he unlatched the button and pulled down the fly on his pants and softly fondled the expanding sheath in the soft fabric of his boxers, the other canine not really bothering to protest. "It's ok. It feels great. Trust me."
The Shepard nodded, giving the rottie permission. Josh lowered his muzzle down onto his lap. He pulled the jeans down a bit further, peeled his soft shorts down some as well, and engulfed the rising member into his mouth. He slipped his smooth dog tongue right into the male's sheath.
Matthew let out a loud moan as he felt the others tongue pleasuring him. His hard member throbbed in delight at the others actions. "Oh my god . . . That feels good . . ." He placed his paw on Josh's head, scratching Josh's ears. The Rottweiler murred as his floppy ears was scratched. He slipped his paw into the dog's under carriage and cupped his balls. He smoothly rolled and softly tugged and palmed those furry orbs. He slowly bobbed his head up and down onto Matthew's dick. He raised his head up so that he was only sucking the head. His tongue then started to lick and drill into the dog's piss slit.
The German Shepard threw back his head and moaned loudly, feeling this new feeling. He gasped when he felt his balls being squeezed. The canine wanted to hump so badly into Josh's mouth, but he feared he would hurt the other male.
Josh smiled around the cock as the dog he was sucking on moaned his pleasure. With his left paw, he started to softly massage the growing knot at the base of Matthew's cock, making that Shepard moan out louder. The rottie then decided that this dog was ready for a deepthroat.
His head had then sunk deep onto the Shepard's rod, encasing not only the shaft, but also sealing his lips behind the round knob. Meanwhile, his middle finger on his right paw was then started to rub an anal spot right behind the dog's sack as he continued to play with his balls.
After feeling all of this, the other male couldn't help but start humping into Josh's mouth, trying to get even more pleasure. Josh started to bob his head up and down just as Matthew started thrusting his pelvis up. Each time his head went up, Matthew went down; each time Josh bobbed down, the dog's cock went up to the other male's throat. This went on as Josh swallowed his salty pre.
Matthew moaned uncontrollably as he was his balls started to tighten, showing his getting closer to the edge. "Josh . . . I'm gonna . . . GONNAAHHHH!!!' Matthew howled as his orgasm washed over him, his cock spurting his salty cum into Josh's eager mouth. The rottie's cheeks inflated as his mouth was filled with Matthew's thick spunk. His neck flexed as he swallowed the guy's load. After drinking the tasty cum, Josh licked his muzzle as he then came back up and pets German Shepard's head as he basked in the afterglow.
"I'm very glad you liked it, Matthew." Josh then started to nuzzle and kiss softly at Matthew's face, feeling that the younger canine can use some affection.
This was strange behavior for the rottweiler. As an animal, he was never really the commitment type. In fact, Josh as never had a boyfriend. It never held interest to him. He loved sex, so he became a stripper because it held all the pleasure and none of the mushy stuff – that, and it's fun. To that end, Josh was almost never an affectionate guy. However, he was starting exhibit new loving gestures towards this canine that he has just met. He felt very confused himself, but all he knew was that he was currently fond of Matthew.
After closing time at the club, Josh then took Matthew and led him to the back room. He checked out and then they went to the dark parking lot where he unlocked the doors to his black Prius and got into the driver's seat while the Shepard got into the passenger's seat. It took 10 minutes to drive from the club and to Josh's home. Matthew was nervous the whole way. Where was his life heading now? He has nowhere and no one.
He looked to the Rottweiler. He just . . . Liked him.
They got out of the car and Josh unlocked the door to his house. The German Shepard smiled when he got into the house. "Your house is very well kept Josh."
The rottweiler smiled as the other male complimented on his house. "Well, ya got my maid, Betty to thank for that." He then cleared his throat a little. "Ok. So I have a guest room so, tomorrow, we can go shopping for some new clothes and an air mattress for you."
Matthew turned around, his eyes tearing up. "You . . . You're really doing this . . . For me . . . ?" Josh nodded and smiled.
"Yeah." He then placed a paw on his shoulder. "I'm here for you buddy." The Shepard sobbed just a little before looking up.
"T-Thank you . . . For being someone who cared about me." He hugged the other male tightly. Josh hugged back, patting his back.
He then backed up. "C'mon. Let's get you cleaned up."
During 2 hours of time, Matthew had showered for the first time in ages, during which, Josh took Matthew's uniform, threw it away, left him one of his maroon night robe and a pair of small boxer shorts on the robe hook on the bathroom. Meanwhile, the rottie was also taking a couple of blankets and a pillow to make the bedding on the couch. After which, he prepared dinner for both males to enjoy.
"Mmm . . . That was delicious. Best meal I had in ages." Matthew sighed out, his belly full of food and contentment.
"I'm really glad you enjoyed it, Matthew." Both males yawned almost at the same time. Josh took the dishes and put them in the dishwasher. "Well, I'm going to bed."
"Me too."
"Good night, Matthew."
"Night, Josh." While the Rottweiler went into his bedroom, Matthew laid onto the couch in the robe, pulling the covers over him and getting snuggly and warm. He smiled peacefully as he slowly drifted into sleep.
He might've finally found a home.