Endangered Love Chapter 3: You Don't Have To Be Alone By: Mirron Tenshi
"Mikey! Nooo! MIKEY!!!" A young German Shepard screamed, as his limbs were being pulled apart, the joints starting to rip.
"Matthew! Heeeeeelp! It hurts! AHHHH!!!" A figure laughed maniacally as it went on.
"Just let him go, Starkerse!" After a last, blood curdling scream, Matthew's eyes stung with tears. "No! Why?! Just . . . WHY?!?!"
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"Matthew . . . Matthew! Wake up! Wake up!" The Shepard gasped out as he was shaken awake. He was writhing and kicking on the couch. The rottweiler was bent over him with his paws on Matthew, him in his briefs. He had a concerned look on his face, while the German Shepard's face was streaming with tears. "Are you alright?"
Matthew calmed down, he sat on the edge of the couch. He shook his head as he tried to hold back a sob. "No, I'm not . . ." Josh's ears lowered as he looked at the other canine. After a while, he thought he'd just asked.
"So . . . Who's Mikey?" Matthew winced as he shuddered.
"H-He's . . . He's my . . . Dead little brother . . ." Josh gasped softly as he gently took the German Shepard with an arm.
"My god . . . If you don't mind my asking, how did he die?"
Matthew sniffled. The last thing he wanted to do was remember it more, but Josh deserved to know. "They . . . They killed him . . ."
"Who-"
"They killed him! They ripped him apart! Starkerse ordered them to kill my family!" The Rottweiler paused. He didn't know what to do.
"Hey . . . It's a-aright-"
Matthew cried harder. "No it's not! Those bastards killed my family! They murdered them!" The Shepard cried more and more. When he finally calmed down, he then retold his story.
". . . I was wrongfully accused of murdering my family. Starkerse and his goons killed my family. Of course, I didn't find that out until later . . . Instead of going to jail, Starkerse bailed me, but in reality, since I was an inmate, he bought me; my records, birth certificate, SSN, everything. He had me kill so many furs - he does snuff films. When I tried to escape once, he caught me and brought me back. And to punish me for running away, he made me watch helplessly as he had his goons pull my baby brother limb from limb . . ."
Josh stared as his eyes began to water. "Oh my god . . . C'mere." He then took the trembling shepard into his arms. Matthew cried as he buried his face into Josh's bare shoulder. "You poor thing . . . Why would someone do that to you? What could you have possibly done for them to violate your life like that?" The Shepard shook his head against the rottie.
"I don't know . . ." The morning went on as Matthew rested on the rottweiler, breathing easy as Josh rubbed and stroked his arm and back. Josh was totally new to this whole emotional support and comforting thing; however, he was doing well. He didn't know what to say, so he just stayed silent.
When Matthew had calmed down again, he sighed as he was about get ready for his goodbye.
"Listen, Josh. I want to thank you so much for being someone who cared . . . It's been so long since I've felt any kind of affection . . ." Josh smiled as he scratched behind Matthew's ears.
"It's ok, man. You've had it rough. You deserve to be taken care of." The shepard chuckled at that.
"Thanks, but . . ." He then rose up and looked at Josh seriously, "I can't stay here." The rottie blinked and looked at him curiously.
"Why not?"
"If I stay, then you'll be dragged into the mess I'm in now."
"What do you-"
"It's only a matter of time before they find me. Starkerse's goons, I mean. Starkerse is ruthless. He'll tie up any loose ends he knows. That's why I-"
"Then I'll be right there with you." Matthew tilted his head and blinked.
"What?" Josh smiled encouragingly to Matthew.
"You've been facing everything on your own for too long. I'm not going to let you go out there alone anymore." The shepard shook his head again.
"No . . . You've got no business in this. This is my war, and I won't let anyone-"
"I don't care, Matthew. No one should have to go through-" Matthew then glared at Josh.
"Don't you get it?! Starkerse will torture, mutilate, and KILL YOU in the most agonizing ways there are if you get in his way!" Josh got up too and faced him.
"I don't care! I don't have a lot to lose anyway! So you're staying right here! Deal!" Matthew snarled as they exchanged glares. After what seemed to be an hour of a silent stand off, the shepard lowered his head, shaking it as he sniffled.
"Why . . ." He just stood there, ". . . Why . . . Why do you . . . Why would you do this . . ." He looked up with tears bordering his eyes, "Why would you risk your life for me . . . Why would you do that for me . . . Why would you go out of your way for this . . . When you hardly even know me?" Matthew began to cry again. The rottweiler than took a couple of steps and padded to the young male.
"Because I know what it's like to hurt all alone." He said softly. Matthew closed his eyes and shook his head.
"But . . . They'll kill you . . . It doesn't matter to them-"
"And it doesn't matter to me," He said as he chinned the shepard's head up, "No matter what, I'll be there for you. I don't want you to hurt alone anymore."
Matthew smiled and chuckled as he shook his head anymore, ". . . You're such an idiot . . ."
"Hey now, come on. Don't be that way." Josh said with a chuckle, "So you'll stay?" Matthew sighed, and then nodded. "Good."
Josh didn't know why, but he felt as though he didn't want Matthew to leave him at all.
Two months fly by. For a while, Matthew has been wondering what he's doing. He hasn't been thinking about his revenge on Starkerse; the Shepard's been thinking how he can earn his living with Josh. He tried keeping the house all clean, but Betty got onto him about that. Matthew thought about sexing up Josh, but every time he was about to ask, he'd chicken out at the last second.
Josh didn't mind keeping Matthew in his home, but he too was wondering that Matthew should get a job or something.
"Hey! How about I work at the club you strip at?" Matthew proposed as he and Josh were discussing he matter of his earning his keep.
"Huh? Well, I don't know, Matthew," Josh said as he chuckled. "You sorta need to go to dancing school for that. Not to mention you'd be naked most of the-"
"Hahaha, no, I don't mean as a stripper," Matthew said chuckling, "I mean like being the fix-it guy, or the janitor or bartender. What do you think?" The rottweiler rubbed his chin as he thought about it. "Well, there is some stuff that needs to be fixed-"
"Yeah! So, what do you say, Josh?" The older male smiled as he ruffled the shepard's head fur.
"Maybe. C'mon, we'll see if the boss can use your employment." The two males then got up and exited the house, just as Betty was pulling in for her shift. They entered Josh's black Reventon and drove off to the Rainbow Rings club.
When they got there, Matthew was getting nervous, wondering if he could land a job here. The only kind of work he's ever had was doing odd jobs at different households, but this? This was an employment position. It just seemed so big and official. What if he doesn't get hired? He doesn't have a resume or credentials or anything. And isn't there supposed to be some kind of interview?
He looked down to see if he's dressed nicely. He was wearing a red shirt with a tribal eagle, and black jeans. Damn! This isn't professional!
Dear God, I'm not gonna get this job at all!' He thought in panic as they went up a case of stairs. I need to get out of here. I need to be more prepared-'
"Here we are." Josh said out of nowhere. Matthew meeped. Before he could even tell Josh to forget it, the rottie was already knocking on a door that had a gold rectangle labeled, `OWNER'
"Come in." A feminine voice sounded from behind. The two entered into the room to find behind the desk a . . . Female lynx? Matthew looked closely.
Sure enough, it WAS a woman. She was polishing her finger claws with a glittering magenta polish while having her feet up and leaning back. Her breasts were quite ample, supported by a red tank top. Her right arm had four red to pink heart tattoos, while her left arm had four hearts of the same colors, but were divided in the middle by a crack gap. She wore red rhinestone bracelets on her wrists, and had on a tight-looking skirt that reached to her knees.
"Huh?" A woman running a gay stripper joint? That hardly makes much sense.
The lynx looked up to see her favorite rottie come in, with a shy-looking German Shepard.
"Hi there, Joshy! What goes on?" Her voice was chipper and uppity.
"Hey, Sarah. This here's a friend of mine." He said as he took Matthew and brought him forward a few steps. "He needs a job, and we were hoping if there was an opening here."
"Mmmmm," She tilted her head a little, "We're good on strippers, so-" Josh laughed.
"No, he doesn't want to be a stripper. He just wants to be the renovation guy or something." Sarah chuckled as she then put her feet down and leaned forward.
"Has he got a resume?" Matthew flinched a little. Here it comes.
He shook his head. "No . . ."
"State I.D. or driver's license?" No, "Birth Certificate?"
"I don't know where it is . . ."
She leaned back. "Hmmmmm . . . Well I don't know what I'm going to have to do with you." Josh then stepped up.
"Please, Sarah? He really needs this job. He's been though a lot. So what do you say?"
"Weeell-"
"Please? Please? Pleeeeeeeaase?" He said with those sad puppy eyes. The lynx just laughed as she waved her paw; she was such a sucker for that rottie's pleading.
"Alright, alright. I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll have him be the errand boy here. He will share your hours, and I'll send him a personal check as his pay. Do we have a deal?" Josh smiled as he nodded.
"That's great! Thanks so much, Sarah!" Matthew then stepped up, and was about to speak when the lynx put a toolbox and a piece of paper on his arms.
"Here's a list of stuff that needs taken care of. Now get to it."
"O-Ok." The shepard then went away to tend to a few broken fixtures. The rottweiler chuckled when the door closed.
"You made a list of problems with this place, but didn't hire anyone to fix them till now?" Sarah shrugged.
"Never got around to it. Now go dress up. You're on in 10." Josh laughed again.
"I also notice that you've got my schedule memorized, but someone always has to remind of you of 2 or 3 strippers who need their schedule for the week."
"What is this? Extreme Make-Over: Personal Edition? Get going, pup." Josh smirked as he turned.
"I keep telling you it'll never work between us." He then rushed and closed the door before an incoming plushie could hit him, followed by cursing and laughing in the office.
"And done." Matthew had just gotten done with fixing the drink faucets behind the bar. The golden retriever bartender poured out a full glass of light beer from the dispenser, smiling as he didn't have to bang on the keg with a nail hammer to get it to work anymore.
"Nice. Not bad, man. Thanks."
"No prob." Matthew said as he leaned back. "I'm really lucky to have this job. I didn't have any info, and the boss just hired me like that."
"Sarah? Oh yeah, she's always a softie. But she does get serious when she has to." Tony chuckled as he checked the clock. "Her favorite stripper is Josh. He's a real natural."
"Josh Hunter, you mean? Yeah, she compromised with him so that I could work here as the errand boy." The retriever laughed.
"Sarah's cool to compromise with, but I imagine it didn't take too long with Josh around." He looked at his watch as he held up a finger to stop Matthew from talking, the shepard then going around the bar. "And here's why riiiiight . . . Now."
The big room went dark, followed by flashing lights, and two figures stalked onto the stage. Matthew recognized the rottweiler as Josh, but had no idea who the toned squirrel was. They were both wearing very tight clothing, however, Josh had wrist and ankle bands.
The rottie came to behind the squirrel, and the shorter male's shirt was ripped clean off of his athletic torso. As if on queue, the squirrels pants was also taken right off as if a very powerful vacuum sucked it off, a black and shiny thong holding his baggage. The squirrel put his paws behind his head and undulated his slim but defined body while a pair of caramel paws traveled over the guy's bod, feeling it up sensuously.
The shepard was absolutely hard at this point. He panted as he drooled over the squirrel being seduced. The retriever was serving a lion and a tiger, the tiger looking normal and casual while the lion was absolutely flushing in the face.
"Heya Max. Finally got your golden kitty boy back in here, eh?"
Matthew wasn't paying attention. He was too busy jerking off at the sight of the squirrel apparently teaching the rottie a lesson; the bands that Josh was wearing were links to a few tethers, which was served to keep the rottweiler bound with his arms and legs spread out.
The squirrel made to take Josh's pants off. With vigorous chanting from the crowd, the squirrel made the gay audience hoot and cheer out as the tight slacks was ripped right off, the rottie's lower body glistening with sweat. To everyone's pleasant surprise, Josh wasn't wearing any sort of bottom piece.
The shepard groaned as the rottie's dimpled asscheeks was shown off to the crowd! That canine was so sexy! Matthew's paw was a blur on his hard, black-colored shaft, the leak pre making him slick.
Without much of asking for the audience's opinion, the squirrel yanked the dog's shirt off, leaving Josh buck naked and bound. He yipped and groaned out as he felt his bare ass smacked hard by the squirrel.
Matthew had to take a break from stroking so that he didn't cum too soon. Josh was turned around quickly, and the shepard buckled at the sight of the rottie's throbbing meat bouncing from the squirrel's frisky paw. The squirrel then put small, round rubber pinch-object on each of Josh's nips, making that canine whine and moan out. The squirrel had then showed the audience what looked like a vibrator. Turning on the device and showing that it took on a blurred appearance, the crowd cheered loud as the guy then stalked over to behind Josh. The rottie's eyes went wide as he began to bark and moan out loud, squirming as little as he could, being bound. The squirrel had then knelt down to in front of the rottweiler, and started lick and suckle on Josh's fat nuts.
The young shepard panted as he masturbated more and more. He was getting . . . He's gonna . . . . Gonna . . . –
"Having fun?" Matthew barked as he shot several ropes of semen right after having heard a female voice next to him. He looked to the side and gulped as he saw Sarah with her arms crossed and a quirked brow.
"Ugh . . . I . . . I just-" the lynx chuckled as she ruffled up Matthew's head fur.
"Relax, kiddo. It IS a strip club, after all." She gave him a playful wink and went off, smirking at the two males on the stage, the black and brown canine shooting a very thick wad after having the squirrel turn and rubbed his round knot firmly.
-Three weeks later-
Josh paced around the living room. He fretted and his heart pounded as he pondered over what he was seriously considering.
He's never really . . . Except that once . . . But then that guy was . . . No, Matthew's . . . And he DOES know that Matthew needs to be loved . . . But he's not the lovey-dovey type at all . . . But still . . . Matthew is . . . Well . . . Special . . .
His train of thought was interrupted as Matthew walked into the living room in his bathrobe after just finished taking a shower.
"Hey, Matthew . . . I need to talk to you." The shepard blinked and then nodded.
"Ok, sure." He then took a seat onto the couch.
Josh then cleared his throat a little. "Look . . . Um, Matthew . . . I kinda need to say something that I've been pondering about." He gulped and continued.
"It's like this. I've never been the relationship type. I've always just liked getting laid and showing off my body at the club. And now. When we met a couple of months ago, when those thugs tried to hurt you, I didn't want to let them near you. I just . . . I don't know, I just . . . Felt that you didn't deserve to be ganged up like they inclined. It felt . . . good to stand by you. I . . . I felt like I wanted to protect you . . . I've . . . I've never felt this way before . . . To anyone." Josh was feeling very shy right now, which he is opposite of what he usually was. "A-And then, hearing your story . . . I feel that you deserve better. What I'm trying to say is . . ." He gulped as he looked up, plucking the courage to say the question on his mind.
"Will . . . Would you . . . Want to go steady with me?"