Runt

Runt Part 7

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Moose and I woke early and took care of Master's morning wood, while Master relieved both of our erections in the shower. Moose and I dried off in the High Speed Dryer, while Master dried off and put a robe on. I got in the dryer first since I needed to cook breakfast. But first I fetched Masters slippers for him. He could have easily gotten them himself, but he found it amusing to have me fetch his slippers. He said that it was a stereotype for a feral dog trick. I went down to the kitchen and put some sausage patties on the griddle while I mixed up some hotcake batter.

While I was mixing it Master came down accompanied by Moose. He sat down at the kitchen table and said, "Moose can you fetch me the paper?"

"Of course Sir." He replied. He hustled out the door and grabbed the newspaper and hurried back in handing it to Mater.

"Thank you Moose. I could always read it on my tablet, but when I have time to relax I like to have an actual newspaper to browse. There's just something that's quaint and old fashioned about it..."

"You're welcome Sir." Moose replied as Master opened the paper and started reading the sports section.

"While Gabe is making breakfast why don't you put the pups out back so they can go potty." Master said.

"Yes Sir!" Moose replied.

And as he hurried away I said, "Don't let them beat up on Junior!"

"Of course I won't." Moose said as he headed into the rec room to take them out.

I poured out the hotcake batter like Master had taught me last week and turned them when they had cooked long enough. As I stacked them on the platter I put a dab of butter between them. I made 3 batches, then put a dozen eggs on the griddle. I wanted to make sure that Moose got enough. Master had made it clear that we were allowed to eat as much as we wanted and Moose was a big dog with a big appetite.

Moose came back in, leaving the pups out in the back yard to do their business and to run off some steam. "Moose I want you to learn how to set the table. If Gabe is going to be kind enough to cook for us, it's only fair that you set the table while he cooks. He can show you how this time."

"Yes Sir." Moose said eager to please. He would have run head first through a brick wall to please Master, so learning to set the table was nothing.

After he washed his paws, I showed Moose how to set the table as I did it. Then we brought all the food out to the table. I put a stack of hotcakes, three sausage patties and 4 eggs onto Master's plate. I put a half stack of hotcakes, two sausage patties and 2 eggs onto my plate and left the rest for Moose. That was a stack and a half of hotcakes, 6 sausage patties and 6 eggs for Moose.

Master folded his paper and put it down on the floor. "That looks delicious Gabe. I could get used to having a personal cook." Master said and of course I plumped in my sheath.

"Thank you Master!" I replied almost gushing. "I want to be the best cook I can be for you Master."

"How would you like to take some cooking lessons?" Master asked.

"Can I?" I asked eagerly.

"Of course, if you're willing. I'm the one that gets to benefit from it. All you have to do is promise me that you'll try your hardest to learn what the instructor teaches you. I'll pick out an instructor and have them come over here a couple of times a week." Master told me.

Moose was eying his plate waiting for Master to start eating first. Master never told us we had to wait for him to eat first, but Moose and I kind of felt it was an unspoken rule that you should wait until your Master (or owner in Moose's case) took the first bite. Master poured some syrup on his hotcakes and passed it to me. I used it then passed it on to Moose who had a bit of a sweet tooth and used a quarter of a bottle on his stack and a half.

Master cut his stack into quarters and ate a bite. He chewed it carefully before he swallowed. "They're delicious Gabe."

After patiently waiting for Master to start Moose lost all patience. He didn't cut his hotcakes into quarters, he just stuck a fork through four hotcakes and shoveled them into his huge muzzle. He may have managed to chew once or twice before he swallowed them with a gulp.

"I'm gonna pretend I didn't see that Moose..." Master chided.

We finished breakfast without further incident and Moose and I cleaned up the kitchen while Master went into the living room to finish the newspaper in his favorite recliner. While we were cleaning I heard Master's cell phone ring. He talked for about 10 minutes and then hung up. When Moose and I finished cleaning up we went in to join him. When we got in he had a big grin on his face.

"One of my friends up in Erie called me and said that a fresh run of steelhead have run up Elk Creek. He said the creek levels should be just right by tomorrow. How would you boys like to go camping tonight and fishing for the next couple of days?" Master asked us.

"Sure Master!" I said eagerly. I knew nothing about camping and only a little about fishing, from the one time we went last week, but that didn't matter as long as I was doing it with Master.

"I'm game!" Moose added. I'm sure he felt the same way I did.

"I've got a hundred acre parcel on Elk Creek so we have a private stretch of the creek to fish. We'll head over to Cabela's to get you pups both fitted with waders and fishing equipment. We could take the motor home but I think it would be more fun to go tent camping. We can sit around the campfire and eat s'mores and roast weenies."

There was such enthusiasm in his voice that I couldn't help being excited. My tail was wagging uncontrollably. It had wagged more in my week with Master than it had in my whole life before that. Master called the neighbor and made arrangements for hid teenage son, to take care of the pups while we were gone. He came over and Master showed him what he needed to do. He was going to stay over here while we were gone. He had known the young man since he was a little tyke and trusted him to be responsible.

After he was comfortable that everything would be fine with the pups he called to us, "OK lets hop in the Land Rover and get you outfitted Moose." Master said and I bounded out to the garage and jumped into the front seat of the Land Rover.

It didn't take long for Master and Moose to catch up. Moose got in the back seat and Master got behind the wheel. It was surprisingly warm day for November so Master rolled down the windows so Moose and I could stick our heads out the windows. Our ears were flapping in the slipstream and out tongues were lolling out of our mouths. It felt so exhilarating. Luke chuckled at us then turned the radio on and started singing along at the top of his voice.

It was a half hour ride to Cabela's and Master made us pull our heads in and roll up the windows when we got on the highway. But he didn't stop singing. Master wasn't always in tune with the music, but it didn't make a difference to me. Just hearing his voice made my spirit soar.

We pulled into Cabela's as one of Master's favorite songs finished up. I opened my door eager to get into the store. Moose had never been in any place like Cabela's. There were all kinds of mounted animals in realistic natural settings, plus there were streams with trout and big aquariums with all kinds of local fish in them. I grabbed Moose's paw and dragged him from exhibit to exhibit showing him all the things that had fascinated me last week when Master had brought me here to get outfitted.

When I'd finally shown Moose everything, we went over to the wader section to get Moose fitted for waders. He needed XXXXL waders and size 20 wading shoes. There was only one pair of size 20 wading shoes in the store and they were the top of the line shoe. But Master didn't bat an eye in buying them.

Master got Moose a ten and a half foot long Erie Series rod, just like the one he got me. The surprising thing is that Master always bought the best equipment and the Erie Series was the cheapest noodle rod they carried. So I asked him, "Master you always seem to buy the best equipment, why do you skimp on the rod? Isn't that the most important piece of equipment?" I asked.

"That's a good question and it's a chance to teach you the difference between price and value. Sometimes the most expensive product is the best quality but that's not always the case. The Erie Series is the ideal blend of finesse and power. The whippy tip section acts like a shock absorber that gives you enough cushion for when a steelie takes of on one of those lightning quick runs. That gives your drag enough time to let out line before they snap you off. Plus the stiff butt section gives you power to turn them. The more expensive rods look sexy and sleek but their performance is not in the same league as the Erie Series. They are all style and no performance." He told me.

We finished getting the rest of our equipment and paid for it at the register. We loaded it up in the Land Rover and headed back home to gather the rest of our gear. Master told us that he kept all the camping gear in a trailer, so all he had to do was hitch it up and we could be on our way. We grabbed all of our fishing gear and put it in the back of the Land Rover. We hitched the trailer onto the back and headed north on I-79 toward Elk Creek. We stopped at a grocery store and Master grabbed some food and ice for the cooler and he also grabbed a couple of cases of his favorite beer, Straub American Amber. It was an hour and a half drive up to Master's property and we pulled in at about 3 pm.

Master opened the trailer and got out a box. He said it was a Cabela's Backwoods Three-Room Cabin Tent. He found a level spot about 30 feet from the creek and decided that was where he would pitch the tent. He knew just how it all went together and with Moose's height it was easy to put it all together. Once it was together he said, "Moose why don't you go down to the creek and bring up some stones that are about as big as my head so we can use them to make a fire pit."

"Yes Sir." Moose said eager to please Master. He walked over to the creek and grabbed a rock in each of his huge paws and carried them up to the circle Master had made in the sand. When he bent over to put them down we could see his tight little asshole.

Master and I locked eyes and he grinned at me. When Moose headed back to the creek and couldn't hear us over the roar of the rushing water Master said, "I hope he want's to be my pet. I'd love to bury my cock in that tight asshole."

"All you'd have to do is ask him Master, I'm sure he wants you at least as much as you want him. Probably more..."

"I want him to be sure before I take him." He added.

I just shook my head, there was probably nothing that could happen that would sway Moose from wanting to belong to Master. We continued to watch him carry the heavy rocks with almost no effort. When he had the circle completed he asked, "Is there anything else I can do Sir?"

"Have you ever split wood for a camp fire?" Luke asked.

"No Sir."

"Well let me show you then you can try it." Master said. He had a cord of wood stacked near where we were camping and he grabbed an ax from the trailer. He picked up a piece of wood and placed it on the ground with one of the cut sides up. Swung the ax viciously and the wood split in two. He grabbed one of the pieces, put it back on its end, swung the ax again and split it in half. He repeated the process with the other half and in three swings he had quartered the wood. "You think you can do that?" Master asked.

Moose grinned eagerly as he took the ax out of Master's hand and grabbed another log from the pile. Even though Moose didn't lift weights he had an innate strength that was almost scary. He swung the ax easily and split it in two. He continued to split the wood with Master watching. Master's hand was in his pants fondling his cock as he watched the muscles ripple in Moose's back as he split half a cord of wood without even breaking a sweat.

"That's enough for now." Master said, then added, "Lets gather up some kindling." He showed us the proper sizes of sticks to look for kindling and soon we had several piles of kindling of various sizes. He placed the kindling in the fire ring and then stacked some larger sticks around it. Then he carefully placed some of the split logs on top. He placed a grill over it, then he grabbed a wooden match and used it to light the pile of wood. Soon we had a nice blaze going.

"The creek is probably going to be too high to fish before morning so we are just going to have a good time around the camp fire. I bought some porterhouse steaks to put on the grill and some potatoes. He set up a camp table and got the steaks out. He sprinkled some Montreal Steak seasoning on them and set them aside as he cut up some potatoes onto a piece of aluminum foil, put some butter on them and then sprinkled them liberally with Montreal Steak seasoning. He folded it in the foil and poked a few holes on it and set it on the grill. While they were cooking Master got the king size air mattress out of the trailer and inflated it in the tent. Moose and I unpacked the camp chairs and various other things that Master asked for.

Soon we were sitting on the chairs in front of the fire with the steaks cooking on the grill. The aroma over the hardwood coals was incredible. Both Moose and I were salivating like Pavlov's dogs as we waited for the food to get done. Master told us stories of past times fishing up here. All of them had Bruce in them. You might think that we would feel jealous about it, but both of us held Bruce with a reverence. I really wish I would have been able to meet him.

We were soon eating our dinners. I had started to learn not to shovel my food down, but it was still rough not to. Moose on the other paw still had to be constantly reminded. When we got done Master helped us pick out roasting sticks. We grabbed some chocolate bars, a box of graham crackers and a bag of marshmallows. He showed us how to put the marshmallows on the end of the stick and slowly roast them until they were gooey then place them on a piece of chocolate between two graham crackers. They were delicious. (authors note chocolate is not dangerous for anthrodogs).

Then Master did something unusual. He went over to the food bag and grabbed a plastic squeeze bottle. He took his clothes off and to my surprise he squeezed some of the chocolate sauce onto his hand and rubbed it all over his cock, then did the same thing to his ass.

"OK boys time for desert." He called out.

We both ran over to him and he held out his hand to us first. We both licked it clean. When there was no trace of chocolate on it I dove for his cock and Moose went to clean the back door. I cleaned his balls first and then got all of the chocolate out of his pubes. Then I got to the main course. He was already leaking from Moose's attack on his ass so I was getting to taste his pre along with the chocolate. It was running down the underside of his cock, so I ran my tongue the whole way up the underside of his cock to make sure I got every drop. Soon my tongue was worming it's way into his foreskin as we continued to clean him. After I had licked up all the chocolate on his cock I took him completely into my muzzle. He grabbed my ears and started to bob my head up and down his shaft. I could feel his balls drawing up as he neared his orgasm.

"That's it Moose, rub my prostate..." He begged then I could feel his balls pull up. "Arrghhh..." He cried out as he delivered his payload directly into my muzzle. He finally let go of my ears and pulled out of me. "That was a good pup." He said looking me square in the eyes. Then he turned his head to Moose and said, "You too." To both of us Master's praise was better than any physical pleasure we could receive.

He put his clothes back on since it was a bit chilly out there even with the campfire going. We sat back down close to the fire and Master told us spooky stories. Moose didn't seem to be afraid, but the stories had my hackles rising in fear.

Moose could sense my fear. "Don't worry Gabe I'm here to protect you two and I'm tougher than any big bad wolf." He said with a wink then he came over next to me and put his arm around me. Master chucked.

Master also took some time to show us how to rig up our rods. Our spinning reels were loaded with 4 pound test Berkley Fireline. First we strung up the rods then slid a small Styrofoam float over the line and put on a size 6 gamakatsu fishing hook. We then put 3 removable bb split shot onto the line between them. He told us that we may end up adding more or taking some off depending on the speed of the current.

After a few more minutes when Master discussed the strategy for our fishing tomorrow it was time to turn in. Master had several double sleeping bags opened up as blankets. He had a Mr. Heater Portable Buddy Heater that he had running while we were around the campfire to take the chill out of the tent. But he turned it off as we got into the tent. "Once were in here our body heat should help keep it warm in here. If it gets too cold I can turn it back on." He told us. It wasn't so cold that we needed the sleeping bags zipped up, especially since we had three of us sharing body heat. The tent was very spacious and even with a king size air mattress there was plenty of room. Master got undressed and got on the bed.

Master got on his back and pulled his legs up to his chest. He locked eyes with me and said, "I want to feel you in me."

"But you're the Master!" I said unbelieving. I mean I could understand him wanting to get it from a big strong Alpha Stud like Bruce, but wanting it from a subby little runt like me just didn't seem right.

"Love ain't a one way street pup. Letting someone you love make love to you doesn't ever make you less of a man."

I had rarely had the confidence to look Master directly in the eyes, but I did now. They say the eyes are the window to the soul, and what I saw in Masters eyes was a love for me that I could barely fathom. He was such a powerful man, who had not only saved my life and taken me in, he also wanted to give himself to me. It was hard to believe the love he had for an unwanted stray pup like me.

He put his arms out to me and beckoned me forward. I scooted forward on my knees until I was positioned at his entrance. I thought about it for a moment. It was my first time and though I never realized it before there was a lot of responsibility on the shoulders of the top. Not only were you responsible for your own pleasure but you were responsible for pleasuring your partner.

I thought about the things Master did when he topped me. I realized that it wouldn't be good to go in dry so I bent down and placed my muzzle to his pucker. I took a deep breath, taking in all the aromas that I'd come to associate with Master. But there was one thing that was completely incongruous with his scent. There was an undertone of submission pheromones that I'd never connected with Master before. To my surprise it made my nuts tingle. I ran my tongue from his asshole to his taint, From the low moan Master emitted it was obvious that he was enjoying it. Soon my tongue was digging at his entrance, my saliva lubing him up really well.

I put my middle finger into my muzzle and then I slipped it into Master's anus. I worked it in until I could feel his prostate. I rubbed it with a circular motion and soon precum was oozing out from his foreskin. I leaned forward and grasped his manhood with my left paw as I continued to massage his prostate with my right. I started to lap up the pre as it oozed out of his foreskin. Soon my tongue was working it's way into his foreskin as I gathered up every drop of pre.

He put his hand under my muzzle and pulled my head up so I was looking him in the eyes again. "Hey Pup why don't you put it in now. Just go slow. It's been a year since anyone's fucked me." He urged.

So I was at the moment of truth as I pulled my finger out, put his knees over my shoulders and positioned myself. The head of my cock was already peeking out of my sheath so I skinned it the rest of the way back and guided my dick to the target. It was really slick from all my saliva. My natural lube was flowing and I rubbed it against his pucker.

I pushed and all of a sudden the head popped in. Master winced a little, then smiled at me in approval. I pushed slowly, easing myself in until my balls were resting against Master's ass. I couldn't believe how wonderful it felt. It was so tight, warm and smooth. It felt better than any mouth ever could ever feel.

I leaned over until we were chest to chest. Then I slowly started to move myself in and out of Master. He caressed the back of my head and murmured into my ear, "That feels wonderful Gabe!"

I could feel his rock hard cock rubbing against my belly each time I thrust in and out of him. I tilted my pelvis to make sure I was brushing up against his prostate, He was starting to drip again and there was soon a puddle of pre on his belly. I could feel his anus clenching around me every time he spurted pre.

I knew I wasn't going to last long. I was just the equivalent of a 14 year old human, so staying power wasn't one of my fortes. My knot was starting to form as I started to thrust ever more urgently. Instinctively I started the short strokes that would seat my knot in Master. He clenched down on the base of my knot and I milked myself against it on each out stroke as my knot expanded to its full size, locking me into my Master. My little balls jumped in their sack a my cum pulsed through my shaft into Master. I thrust in hard to try to plant my seed even deeper in Master and that jammed my knot squarely against his prostate causing him to cum violently in response.

"Arrrgghhhh!" Master grunted as he exploded into his orgasm. Each time he shot his sphincter clenched on the base of my knot milking more and more seed from me. By the time he was finished cumming I was still pulsing steadily into him.

"That's it Gabe! Mark me as yours. I belong to you as much as you belong to me." And with that he kissed me on the forehead as I rested on his chest riding out the rest of my orgasm. Moose moved onto the bed and lay down beside us.

I'd never tied with someone before, and I couldn't believe the sensations. Feeling Master's sphincter clenched down on the base of my knot, holding me in him while I continued to mark him with my seed was amazing. But nothing was better than the fact that the man I loved and idolized had given himself to me.

Moose was kind of left out as we rode out our orgasm and our tie. But he made the best of it. He was bent over sucking his own big dick. By the time I noticed him he already had his knot clenched in his big paw and was cumming in his own mouth.

By the time I came down enough to pull out of Master we were all exhausted. But before we crawled under the covers Moose cleaned me off. We crawled under the sleeping bag with Master in the middle and fell into a deep and wonderful sleep.

Chapter 8

Moose and I woke up first and decided to wake Master up in the best way possible. He was on his back between us, his morning wood acting like the tent post under the sleeping bag. He was a bit of a heavy sleeper, so we were able to carefully pull back the sleeping bag without waking him. There it was in all its glory, my Master's beautiful cock. We both bent over him, looked at each other and shared a smile. Both of us wanted to pleasure Master more than anything else in life. We had made a living on giving pleasure to people we didn't care about. Now we would have given money to be allowed to pleasure this wonderful man. I pulled his foreskin down and Moose took his dickhead into his muzzle, getting the honors of cleaning up whatever had accumulated under his foreskin overnight. Moose licked his lips after getting the prize. The he went all the way down on Master. With his huge muzzle even Master's large cock fit inside. From all his time as a prostitute Moose had an extremely talented tongue, and he was working over Master's manhood with an unmatched expertise.

In the meantime I had worked my way down to Master's precious balls. I took each one into my muzzle and laved them with my tongue. I thought about all of the seed in them and how wonderful it would be if he could have a son that we could help him raise. But that would more than likely never happen. But that didn't mean we couldn't coax that seed out and enjoy every single drop of it.

I put my finger in my mouth and then moved it between Master's legs and up his taint until I reached his asshole. I thought about how he had let me take him last night, my unworthy cock had been right up this very hole. And as unworthy as I was he gave himself to me. I loved him so much. I gently massaged his prostate as I massaged his balls with my tongue. He was moaning now, awake but barely. He reached down and rubbed my ears with his right hand, and Moose's with his left.

"What a wonderful way to wake up..." He said groggily.

Neither of us could reply as our mouths were otherwise occupied. But I knew it wasn't going to last for long as I could feel his balls start to pull up, a sure sign of his impending orgasm. Since I was the one that got to fuck him last night I thought it was only fair that Moose got the honors of swallowing his sweet cream. I could feel his seed spurting through his urethra before it jetted out his cock into Moose's eager mouth.

"Oohhh fuck!" Master cried out as he came into his newest acquisition's muzzle. And when he was finished cumming he said, "Thanks boys. Why don't you guys get a fire started so we can cook breakfast while I recover and get dressed.

Moose and I build a fire in the fire pit while he got dressed for fishing. I wanted to build a BIG fire, but fortunately Moose was there and he convinced me to make a much more moderate fire as opposed to the conflagration that I had planned.

Master finished dressing and came out to see what we had done. "Great job boys. I was a little worried that I'd come out to an inferno..." He said looking at me with a knowing grin. "I was worried that we'd have to wait until lunch for the fire to burn down enough to cook on it." He finished, a twinkle in his sky blue eyes.

He could see the guilty look in my eyes. He came over, put me in a headlock and gave me an affectionate Dutch rub. "How did you know Master?" I asked when he released me from the headlock.

"Because that's exactly what I would have done at your age. I don't know how many times Bruce had to 'tone down' my youthful exuberance."

"I'll try to do better Master." I said apologetically.

"I love you just the way your are Gabe." He said kissing the top of my head. "You'll grow out of it all too soon anyway. Be a pup as long as you can. I'm just sorry you weren't with me the whole time." He replied as he held me close to him.

"I wish I'd been too..." I said, but after I thought about it I added. "But maybe if I had been with you the whole time I wouldn't realize how wonderful you are Master."

It was his turn to blush, "I'm just an average guy, I'm nothing special..."

"Bullshit!" Moose interjected. "I've seen a lot of people in my life and none of them treat anthros like you do Sir. The sad thing is if I had been given the opportunity I would have settled for one of them as a Master. And I probably would have been happy just to have a Master I could belong to."

"You shouldn't have to settle on anyone. And you shouldn't have to settle for me just because I'm available. You need to know that I'm the one you want for a Master, because I expect you to surrender to me completely and willingly." Master responded.

Moose just shook his head in disbelief. Sometimes Master was a little bit dense, why couldn't he understand just how big of a prize he was. I can't understand how any anthrodog wouldn't give up their nuts to belong to him.

Master set up a griddle over the fire and said, "Gabe do you want to make the bacon, eggs and sausage? I'll toast the bread."

I was getting better at cooking, Master said I was already better at it than Bruce ever was. I went to the cooler and got out a pound of thick cut peppered bacon. I spread the whole pound over the griddle and then put on a dozen sausage links on with them. I tended them carefully, turning them at just the right time so they would be crispy not burnt, just like Master had shown me. I kept rolling the sausages around to they cooked the whole way through. I had a big tray covered with paper towels, and as they finished cooking I took them off and placed them on the paper towels to soak up the grease. With the bacon grease still on the griddle, I grabbed a dozen eggs and cracked them onto the griddle. I seasoned them and carefully turned them so I didn't break any of the yolks. When they were done I put 3 each on Master's plate and my plate and the other 6 on Moose's plate, then carried them to the camp table. The platter of meat was already on the table.

Then I called out, "Chow's ready."

Master had already toasted and buttered all the bread. He had made a pot of coffee for him and Moose, but he had poured me a big glass of milk. "Eat up boys, wading in the creek against the current will burn a lot of energy." Master said as he dug into his food." He put one of his eggs on a piece of toast, added a couple of strips of bacon and a sausage link onto it and folded it in half. He took a big bite of it, chewed it up appraising it and swallowed. He looked at me and said, "That's delicious Gabe, your cooking is getting even better. Don't you think so Moose?" He said as he turned to look at Moose. Moose had 3 of the eggs, both sausage links and three slices of bacon in his mouth. "Moose, what have I told you, take your time and enjoy your food."

Moose chewed the food a couple of times and swallowed the partially chewed food. "Sorry Master. It's hard to remember when I'm hungry and the food's so good."

Not surprisingly the praise from Master had given me an erection, fortunately it was under the table so no one could see it. It was funny how praise from Master was like an aphrodisiac. But there wouldn't be time to take care of it before fishing. I started to eat my breakfast and being honest with myself I had to agree that I was getting better with my cooking. I wanted to learn how to do as many things as possible so I could pamper my Master. I know Moose felt the same way. We wanted to wait on him hand and foot so he didn't have to lift a finger around the house. We just needed to learn how to do all of it.

When we finished eating Moose and I cleaned off the table. We washed and dried the dishes and the griddle while Master read the news off of his tablet.

"Everything's cleaned up Master! Can we go fishing now?

We put our waders and vests on, grabbed our rods and walked down to the creek. Master had showed us how to tie uniknots and rig up our rods last night so we were ready to fish. We had found a nice riffle that ran into a deeper run beside one of the steep shale banks. He had given us each a plastic bag full of steelhead skein and a pair of scissors.

"You guys just watch at first. OK?" Master asked. We both just nodded, watching intently as he proceeded. He grabbed his bag of skein and his scissors. "The skein is just steelhead eggs that aren't ripe yet, so they were still stuck together by all kinds connective tissue. So you can cut off a small piece with your scissors and thread it through your hook." He demonstrated putting it on the hook. "Then you cast it on the edge of the current where the fast water meets the slow water."

He cast into the riffle and let his float drift down with the current. "You want to keep your bail open and use all ten and a half feet of your rod to keep your line off the water so just your float and a few inches of line are on the water." He let it drift all the way down, but nothing hit it. He reeled his line in and made another cast with the same result. But on the third cast the float was pulled under.

Master reared back on the rod, setting the hook and the fish charged upstream. About half way up the riffle the water exploded as the steelie rocketed into the air trying to throw the hook. It was over two feet long and cleared the water by a foot and a half when it leaped. It hit the water and continued upstream peeling line off Master's reel as his rod bent almost double. It tried to continue upstream when Master moved his rod to the side, turning the fish.

"Once you weather the first run you should try to turn his head every time it gets some momentum. Then they have to start all over again. You tire them out quickly that way." He said as he turned it again and then again in quick succession. It took a couple more runs but soon succumbed. Master beached it on the gravel bar and it lay there exhausted. It was a greenish color on it's back, with a pink stripe on it's side and a white belly. It was a beautiful fish, much bigger than anything we caught when we went trout fishing last week, but it looked surprisingly similar.

"Master that looks like the rainbow trout we caught last week only much bigger. I said a little bit confused.

"That's because it is a rainbow trout that lives for three years in Lake Erie, then swims up the creek to spawn. Living in the big lake with all the available food they grow much faster." He replied as he used the hemostats to remove the hook from the big fish's curved jaw. "You can tell that this one is a male because of the big hooked jaw. He's probably an eight pounder." He said as he guided it back into the current.

"Why didn't you keep it Sir?" Moose asked licking his lips. "It looked like it was pretty big."

"Oh it was plenty big enough, but it was the wrong color and sex. We're looking for 'Chromers'. They're the ones that are a bright silver chrome color. That's the color they all are when they first migrate up from the lake. After they've been in the creek for a week or so they revert to their regular colors." He explained.

"What does color have to do with how they taste Sir?" Moose asked.

"When they first come from the lake their flesh is a bright orange like a salmon, from all the fat reserves they have built up. It gives them a wonderful flavor. Once they've been in the creek for a week or so their orange flesh turns more of a grayish color and it doesn't taste as good. So we only keep chromers."

"Master you said that you didn't want males either. Why?" I asked.

"We're fishing with steelhead eggs. Where did you think we got them?" He asked with a grin.

"But if we keep the females how will there be any steelhead in the future?" I inquired.

"That's a good question Gabe. But don't worry there will be plenty of fish next year regardless of how many females we keep. You see there aren't any appropriate spawning beds in the Lake Erie Creeks, so there is no natural reproduction. It's a completely artificial fishery. The state and 3CU stock several million smolts each year and the come back full size like that one was." He said smiling. Then he baited back up and showed us again. He cast into the riffles half a dozen times before the float went under. He jerked hard on the rod and the fish charged upstream, peeling line off of his reel. He soon subdued it and beached it on the sand bar.

It was much like he described a chromer. It was such a bright chrome color that the sun reflecting off of it nearly hurt your eyes. It also had a much smaller proportioned head without a hooked jaw.

"Are we keeping that one Master?" I asked.

"Yeah this is just what we're looking for." He said as he fished his stringer out of his vest. He ran it through the gill slit and out of it's mouth, put the spike end through the loop end, snugged it down to the steelie's jaw and then pressed the spike end into the gravel. The fish struggled for a moment then just settled on the bottom.

"Well Gabe are you ready to give it a try?" He asked.

"I guess." I replied uncertainly. I was a little bit intimidated by the big fish. I had been fishing last week and this wasn't very different. But these fish were huge and I wasn't sure if I could bring one in.

I stood in the water to get a good angle on my drift through the pool. I didn't get a hit so I reeled in and cast again with the same result. After two more unsuccessful casts, Master said, "Keep a little more of your line off of the water so you get a better drift."

I did as he said, but it took 4 more casts until the float went underwater. I excitedly jerked the rod and I felt the fish surge upstream. Line started to peel off of my reel, making it sing. Master was calling out instructions, but I panicked. It kept running upstream pulling my rod down. Instinctively I put my paw on the spool to stop it from letting line out.

CRACK! The line snapped as the fish continued up the creek, my hook, line, sinker and float trailing behind it.

I hung my head in shame at losing the fish. Master came over. I thought he was going to yell at me, but he asked me calmly, "Do you know what you did wrong?"

"I think so Master." I replied. "I shouldn't have grabbed the spool."

"That's one thing. You also need to keep your rod tip up. The noodle rod acts like a shock absorber when you keep the rod up. When you point it straight at the fish your line takes the brunt of the force. Also you were pulling straight back on him instead of pulling to the side to turn his head." He said calmly.

"I'm sorry Master..." I said feeling like I'd let him down.

He came over and rubbed my ears. I'm not upset. I'm just teaching you."

I was still used to my old owner hitting me whenever I made a mistake. I should have known better. Master never got mad at me making a mistake. I smiled at him sheepishly.

"Try it again, but relax this time. If it gets away, it gets away. It's no big deal."

I cast in a half a dozen times before the float went under. My heart skipped a beat as I set the hook. This time when I set the hook and it took off upstream, I took a deep breath. I gathered my thoughts and kept my rod tip up, trying to remember everything I was taught. After its first run petered out I moved my rod to the right, putting pressure on it. I finally turned his head. It turned and raced down the riffles toward me and it zoomed past me as I desperately tried to reel in the slack. When it straightened the line out below me I remembered to keep my rod tip up. The noodle rod acted as a shock absorber allowing my drag to slip as it used the current to its advantage. I turned its head again, and several more times in quick succession like Master had done. And before I knew it the fish was laying on its side in the shallows exhausted. I looked at it and to my delight it was also a female chromer.

"Can we keep it Master?" I asked eagerly.

"Yeah especially since it's your first one ever. Let's get some measurements on it and some pictures so I can get a mount made of it." He measured it. It was 30 and a quarter inches long and had a girth of sixteen inches. He put it on a scale and it weighed 10 and a quarter pounds. "That one qualifies for the Angler Award program. We'll get it on a certified scale and you can get a certificate with it that you can frame and put it under the mount."

I put the fish on my stringer like Master showed me and pushed the spike into the gravel. When I stood up Master came and hugged me. "That was a great job little guy. I'm proud of how you handled it when he did that tricky one eighty on you."

I was grinning from ear to ear, nothing on earth was better than having Master be proud of me. "Thank you Master." Was all I could muster.

"Well Moose, are you ready to give it a try?" Master asked.

"Yes Sir." Moose responded confidently.

He didn't even wait for instructions. He just cast into the stream. He picked a different current that ran past a downed tree. The sun had come up enough that I could see the fish dart out from the tree to take the bait. Moose gave a short sharp jerk on the rod driving the hook into the steelie's jaw.

It charged downstream using the current to aid in it's escape attempt. But Moose didn't panic. He held his rod tip high, allowing the rod to absorb the brunt of the first run, the drag screaming as line was ripped from it by the rampaging fish. Moose followed the fish down to the next pool, a look of determination etched on his face. He instinctively took advantage of his height and reach to get a better angle and turned the fish. It was amazing that he seemed so competent on his first attempt at fishing. I had already had a day of fishing under my belt and I was no where near as good.

He calmly turned it three or four more times before beaching it. It lay there in the shallows as Master came up with the tape measure and scale. He put the tape on it and said, "It's 27 inches long." Then he put it on the scale and said, "Seven and a quarter pounds." He took a picture of it. It also appeared to be a female chromer. "Put it on your stringer Moose."

"Yes Sir." Moose said as he complied.

"Are you sure you've never done this before?" Master asked with a grin.

"Yes Sir." Moose said in complete seriousness. "I would never lie to you Sir."

Master laughed, put his arm around Moose and said, "Don't be so serious Moose. It was meant as a complement. You did so fantastic for your first time that it just seemed like you had to have done it before."

"Thank you Sir." Moose said sheepishly. "I just did what you told me."

"You did it like a pro. I'm impressed!" Master said enthusiastically. "I'm gonna get you each a replica of your first steelhead. "But now you guys can fish on your own. You can keep two more fish each."

I continued to hang out with Master. I still wasn't able to "read" the water well enough on my own. I fished the same currents that Master was fishing so I could find the fish. But Moose went off on his own and was catching more fish than even Master was, By the time we stopped for lunch Master had caught 19 but Moose had caught 23. I had only caught ll.

"So Moose, what's your secret? I've never seen someone learn to read water so quickly." Master asked.

"I can smell them Sir." He said. "I smell them, then I do like you told me and cast into the fast water right next to the slow water."

Master bent over double laughing for almost a minute. "That dirty Bastard!" He was finally able to get out before going into uncontrollable laughter again. I was laughing from watching him and even Moose, who was usually serious, was now chuckling.

"What's so funny Sir?" Moose finally asked.

"Bruce always used to out fish me. I always asked him what his secret was. All he would ever say is that there was no secret, he was just a better fisherman than I was. He held out on me all that time and now I know his secret."

We got back to the camp and got out of our waders. Master showed us how to fillet the fish. He had bought us each a Rapala fillet knife with a nine inch blade. He showed us how to on one of the fish he caught, then let us each fillet one of his and the other three of ours. Each fillet went into a gallon Ziploc bag and each skein went into it's own quart freezer bag and all of them were put into the cooler. Well all except for one fillet that we kept out for lunch. Master coated it with a little olive oil, seasoned it with Cajun seasoning and put it into an elongated fish basket.

While Moose awakened the fire I cut up redskin potatoes added olive oil and seasoned them with salt and pepper and some minced garlic. I cut up a few onions and then sealed the foil. I poked a few holes in the top then placed it on the coals.

Master showed me how to cook the fish in the fish basket. When it looked like it was done, he showed me how to check it with a fork to see if it was flaky in the middle. As soon as it was done we took it out of the basket and put it on a platter on the table.

I grabbed the potatoes out of the fire and poured them into a large bowl. Once I put them onto the table we all filled our plates with food. I went first, taking as much as I thought I could eat. Master filled his plate next and Moose took all that was left, which was more than Master and I combined.

"One forkful at a time Moose. Let's not have a repeat of this morning." Master said winking at Moose.

"I'll try Sir." Moose replied uncertainly, getting as much on his fork as he possibly could before stuffing it in his mouth. Master just shook his head in amusement.

I on the other hand was finally starting to develop some restraint. I ate one small bite at a time, finally I was starting to savor the intricacies of the spices and how they worked with the different foods. I was even taking time to smell the food. I realized that the aroma really enhanced the taste. Master also broke out the Straub American Amber to have with lunch. The first taste made me crinkle my nose, but after I took a bite of the steelhead and took another taste I noticed how the flavors complemented each other. I took another bite of the steelhead and another sip of the beer. I was starting to get a better understanding of flavors and how they go together. And why Master didn't want us to just gulp our food down. It was something Moose wasn't even close to mastering yet.

After lunch we headed back out fishing. Master asked me to try sniffing out the fish. I concentrated and realized that I could sniff them out. We went past a small chute that didn't seem like it would hold fish, but it really smelled fishy. I cast into the top of the chute and it hadn't moved more than a couple of feet when the float pulled under. I jerked and the steelie shot straight down towards me. By now though fighting steelies was becoming second nature. I landed it quickly and said, "Master I think there are a lot of them in this chute."

"I would have never guessed. I would have walked right past it." He said as he cast into it. He got a hit almost immediately. He set the hook and was soon into a nice fish. Between the two of us we pulled 11 out of that little chute. We fished the rest of the afternoon with me sniffing the trout out for us to fish for. Moose still out-fished us because he was fishing alone and not sharing water.

We came back in for dinner, happy but exhausted, from a hard day of fishing. After taking off our waders Master had Moose and I make a fire again while he went into the tent and changed into a pair of sweats. He came out in a pair of State U sweats and some leather moccasins. He sat down on one of the camp chairs with a tired but contented sigh. I reached into the cooler, grabbed a Straub, opened it and carried it over to him.

He took it from me and said, "Thanks Gabe. That's just what I wanted." He tousled my headfur, which of course gave me an instant chubby. Master ran his finger up the underside of my sheath. "We'll take care of that later." He added with a lewd grin.

"Can I make something for dinner Master? I asked.

"Do you think you can make something up? Why don't you surprise me." He said.

"Yes Master!" I said enthusiastically. I was pleased that Master trusted me to make the dinner completely on my own. He'd taught me a lot of principles about cooking and now he was leaving it up to me to make dinner by myself with no recipe. Not that a recipe would have done me any good since I couldn't read.

I grabbed Master's BIG cast iron skillet and put it over the fire to heat up while I picked out the ingredients. Master had bought a ten pound bag of large chicken leg quarters (the leg and thigh not cut apart) so I pulled them out of the meat cooler. I also pulled a dozen slices of bacon out. I grabbed a couple of onions, a red pepper, yellow pepper, a green pepper and a pound of mushrooms out of the vegetable cooler. I also got salt, pepper, flour and Cavender's Greek Seasoning out of the dry goods tote.

By now the skillet was hot so I put the bacon into it. First to grease the pan and second because everything tastes better with bacon on it. After there was sufficient bacon grease on the bottom of the pan I moved it to the side. Put some flour into a plastic bag, poured in some Cavender's and shook it up. I put a couple of leg quarters at a time into the bag, coating them with the flour and spices. I then placed them skin side down to sear in the hot skillet. When the skin was seared I flipped them over. I let them sear on the bottom while I draped the bacon over top of them.

I sliced up the onions, peppers and mushrooms and place them in between the chicken pieces. I added half a bottle of Straub's American Amber beer and let the beer come to a boil. I covered the skillet and raised it higher so it would simmer.

While that was cooking I peeled some potatoes, quartered them and put them in a ban of salted water to boil. I washed my paws, grabbed a chair and went over to sit beside Master. Moose was on the other side of him. They were both sipping beer as they discussed the day's fishing. I noticed that they had almost finished their beers, so I went to the cooler and grabbed three Straubs. I gave them each one and sat down with mine. I could smell the aroma of the food wafting over our way along with the occasional burst of wood smoke. It smelled pretty good, even if I had to say so myself.

But I didn't have to say so myself because Master said, "That smells glorious Gabe!"

"Thank you Master!" I said taking a sip of my beer. Of course getting praised caused me to get a woody, I had half an inch of red peeking out of my sheath. I don't know why I was horny all they time, but I was. Master and Moose had already finished two beers each, and it wasn't long before they had finished the third. I was still nursing my first one when Moose got up and got them each another beer.

By then it was time for me to go check on the food. I opened the lid and tested the chicken with a fork. It was cooked all the way through. I checked the potatoes and they were cooked all the way through too.

I drained the water from the potatoes. I took some of the half and half cream that Master used for his coffee, a half a stick of butter and some salt and pepper and added it all to the potatoes. Master had a big whisk in the utensils tote and I used that to whip the potatoes.

When I had them whipped uniformly, I went over to the chicken and bacon, removing it with a large slotted spoon and put it all on a platter. I took some flour and mixed it with some water in a large cup. Then I stirred it into the peppers, onions and mushrooms to make a gravy. When it had thickened up a bit I put a gob of mashed potatoes and a leg quarter on each plate then spooned some gravy over top of the potatoes. I carried the plates to the table and called out, "Come and get it!"

Master and Moose came over to the table and sat down. I put 3 beers on the table, then I got out some dinner rolls and some butter and put it on the table as I sat down.

"This looks wonderful Gabe! Moose remember what I said earlier, one forkful at a time."

"Yes Sir." Moose said a little dejectedly.

Master cut a piece off of the thigh section and put it into his mouth. While his mouth was full Moose stuck his fork into his leg quarter, picked up the whole thing and stuck the whole thing into his mouth.

I started laughing. Master couldn't help but to spit his food out to keep from choking on it. Meanwhile Moose was chewing it up bones and all. He swallowed just about the same time as Master was able to speak.

"Moose I said one forkful at a time!" He exclaimed in exasperation.

"It was just one forkful Sir." He replied, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes.

Master put his face into his palm and shook his head. "You know what I meant..."

"Yes Sir." He said as he put a heaping forkful of mashed potatoes into his muzzle. It was heaping but considering the size of his muzzle it was reasonable.

"There's no reason to eat fast Moose. Have I ever not let you eat until you're full?"

"No Sir. You always give me plenty of food, and really good food at that. Even when Gabe makes it it's pretty good. It's just hard to break old habits Sir." Moose said looking down at his plate.

"I know it is, but promise me you'll try. Okay? Master asked.

"Yes Sir. I promise I'll try. I don't want to get sent away..."

"WHOA PUP! No one ever said anything about sending you away. It's not a deal breaker. I just want you to have manners for when I take you out somewhere." He said, then he added. "Let's finish our dinner, I've got something special planned for tonight." Moose started to dig in when Master continued, "That's still not an excuse for you to eat fast..."

Master took another bite of the chicken, this time uninterrupted by visions of Moose devouring the whole hindquarter of a chicken. He chewed it slowly, savoring the flavor as he did. He looked at me and said, "Well Gabe." He stopped to take a sip of his beer, leaving me in suspense for a moment. "That's really good! It's cooked all the way through, but not over done. The bacon has enhanced the flavor of the chicken and you can still taste the flavor of the peppers and onions in it. I'm proud of you."

After all that praise my cock was literally throbbing. I felt like I was on the verge of cumming. My Master was really pleased with me. I was prouder than I'd ever been in my life. "Taste the potatoes Master!" I begged, then worried that he wouldn't like them.

He took a forkful of the potatoes with the pepper, onion and mushroom laced gravy. He savored it for a good while as he chewed it. He paused for a moment, dragging my apprehension out for another eternity which was actually only a few seconds. "Really good. If you keep this up I may make you prepare all the meals. Then I won't have to cook anymore." He said grinning at me. "I'll have my own personal chef. Well that's if you're willing to do it..."

I couldn't contain myself. I jumped out of my chair, knocking it over. "Can I Master? Of course I wanna do it Master. Please..."

"I already told you I'm going to let you take cooking lessons. But that means all the meals are gonna be your responsibility. Are you sure you're up for that responsibility?" He said looking at me almost solemnly.

"I won't let you down Master. But can I still ask you questions about cooking, even if it's my job?" I asked hoping I hadn't bitten more off than I could chew.

"Of course you can. But you're going to be the one in charge."

We continued eating, Moose only had to be reminded twice more to slow down. While we ate we talked about our day of fishing. Master and Moose matched each other beer for beer as the night went on. It had me a little on edge, I had never seen Master drink this much. My only experience with this kind of drinking had been with my old owner, and it never ended well. I kept kind of quiet, trying not to draw attention to myself. But I needn't have worried. Master didn't get mean at all. He just got a little loud.

When it was finally time to go to bed Master said, "Moose since Gabe made dinner for us will you clean up before you come to bed."

"Of course Sir. I'll be in when I get finished." Moose said. He was a little tipsy, he had matched Master beer for beer, but with his extra 80 pounds it hadn't affected him as much as it had Master. He ambled over to the kitchen area to wash the dishes and put the left overs into storage containers and into the ice chest. In the meantime Master and I headed for the tent.

When we got into the tent Master had a pretty good buzz going. He was a little wobbly on his feet, so I helped him take his sweats off. I helped him sit down on the bed and I got down on my knees to take off his moccasins. I set them beside the bed and realize I was in one of my favorite places, on my knees between my Masters legs. I was in the perfect position to attend to my favorite body parts. He was limp right now, but I intended to fix that soon. I reached up with my little paw and gently caressed his beautiful full balls. I loved my Master more than I had ever imagined I could love someone and pleasing him was the most important thing in my world.

He smiled down at me in his semi-befuddled state and said, "You like those, don't you pup?"

I beamed up at him and replied, "Yes Master, they're beautiful!" My paw slid up his balls and then cupped the underside of his perfect cock, which was just starting to respond.

"That's the thing with you anthrodogs, you idolize your Masters and make us out to be more than we really are. You probably believe that I'm perfect..." He said with a wry smile.

"OF COURSE YOU'RE PERFECT MASTER!" I said truthfully, shocked that he didn't realize that he was perfect.

"I'm far from perfect pup, but hopefully I'm at least a passable Master. I always try to do my best for my pups..." He seemed a little melancholy as he spoke. "I'm not always perfect, but I do love you with all of my heart, so hopefully that's enough to be a good Master..."

"That's all that matters Master. I know you love us. And we love you too, Moose and I would die for you if we needed to." I said adamantly.

"I know you would, and that's the problem. I've already had one dog that has died for me. I wish Bruce could be here..." He said wistfully.

My heart dropped, I knew that even my best could not match Bruce. Master could read the hurt in my face.

"No you misunderstand pup, I don't wish he was he instead of you and Moose, I wish he could be here with us. He would have liked you two and I think you would have liked him."

"I'm sure we would have liked him Master. I'm really sorry you lost him." I said, sad that my Master was sad.

He got into the bed and said, "Come here. I need someone to hold me." I lay down beside him and he pulled me close to him. It hurt me so much to see him sad, I'd do anything I could to take the pain away from him. But I didn't have any idea of what to do except to offer comfort just being there. I could feel him crying softly. "Thank you for being here Gabe, I really don't want to be alone right now."

"I'm here any time you need me Master." I replied as I ran my paws gently threw his hair.

"I had some really tough times before you got here... I felt so alone..." He said his voice quavering as he spoke. "I shouldn't have drank so much beer..."

"I'm here and Moose is here Master, you'll never have to be alone again." I said and I licked his nose. Master didn't make a reply, he just held me tighter.

When Moose came into the tent he crawled up onto the bed with us. He got in beside Master and spooned him. He could sense something wrong too. "What's wrong Sir."

"Just had a little too much to drink... Got me feeling a little melancholy..." He said and then went quiet for a while. After about 5 minutes Master spoke again. "Moose I need to feel you in me..."

"Sir you haven't taken me yet. It wouldn't be right for me to take you first. Especially if I become your pet."

"Bullshit! It's not like I'm a virgin. Besides if you decide you want me as your Master all that matters is that I'm the first one ever to cum on your receptors. Once I do that you'll belong to me regardless of how many times you've cum in me."

"Are you sure that you don't just want this because you're drunk?" Moose asked.

"Of course I want it because I'm drunk. When I'm not drunk I can keep my emotions under control. I can deny myself what I need. And right now I need you deep inside me, showing me you want me. Or don't you want me?"

"Of course I want you Sir. But I don't want

XXX Chapter 8

"When I was the star hoops player at State U I got to meet a lot of reporters. I always had a good relationship with them. Plus with our business we did a shit load of advertising so I have connections with a lot of newspapers from around the state. Three reporters from around the state are coming over to interview Moose. All of them knew and respected Bruce so they are sympathetic with the Anthropet cause. So when they get here I want you to answer their questions truthfully. They're on our side so they aren't going to try to trick you."

"Just how well do you know these guys? Moose asked.

"Let's just say Bruce and I knew them intimately..." Master said with a grin. "So just relax and answer their questions honestly when they get here."

Moose and I helped Master get the food ready. He'd already made up all the fixings for Nachos. The refried beans were made from dried black beans which he's made and placed in a crock-pot, beside it was a crock-pot of nacho cheese and another of taco meat. He was now making guacamole to go with the salsa and sour cream that was already resting in a Table Buffet Cooler. Moose and I carried all of it down to the pool area. In addition to that there was a tub of ice filled with bottles of Corona beer and a bowl of lime wedges.

In addition to the pool there was an area on one side for entertaining. It was partitioned off from the pool area by glass partitions and double sliding glass doors so the humidity from the pool didn't damage the furniture. He had a large TV down there with a couch and several easy chairs. He had arranged three of the chairs in a semi-circle around the front of the couch.

There was also a wet bar along the back wall. Luke pulled a blender out from under the bar and blended up a pitcher of margaritas. Just as he turned off the blender the door bell rang. "That's the great thing about reporters, they're always punctual." He said as he ran upstairs to let the guests in. It was only about a minute later that he came back downstairs leading 3 men. One of them looked to be his age and the other two appeared to be considerably older.

Gentlemen these are my two new anthrodogs. Both of them are what would be considered rescues." He pointed to me and said, "This one is Gabe. I found him almost frozen to death almost two weeks ago. He'd been abandoned and left to die by his owner. That's a story in and of itself."

"And this is Moose. He's the one that was almost euthanized. A lady named Dolores did everything she could to keep us from rescuing him."

"Boys this is my friend from the State U Daily Collegian, Tom Spudic." He said as he pointed to the younger one. He works at the Daily Bugle now." Tom came over and shook our paws.

"This is Joel Gardner from the Journal and that is Phil Rissoto from the Tribune. Master introduced the other two to us. They came over and shook paws with us also. "I figured we could eat first to get acquainted before we start." Master said to the group.

"We went over and filled our plates then headed over to the seating area. Moose and I had put out TV tray tables out for everyone to set their food and drinks on. After setting our food down we all went over to the bar to get our margaritas.

I'd never had a margarita, or any kind of alcohol other than beer before, so I took a tentative sip of it. It was delicious so I started to gulp it.

"Whoa! Slow down Gabe!" Master exclaimed, but he was too late. I had a shooting pain behind my eyes. I put my glass down and brought my paws to my head. "Just wait a minute and it will stop." Master said as he led me over to the couch and sat me down on his right side. He put his arm around me to comfort me. It was only 30 seconds but it seemed like an eternity before pain stopped. But it was almost worth it to have more attention from Master.

"Go easy on the drinks Gabe. There is a good amount of Gran Patron tequila in the drinks. I don't want you getting too drunk." Master said.

"I don't know about that. You, Bruce and I used to have some good times when Bruce had a few drinks in him..." Tom chimed in.

"Yeah we did have quite a few good times together at Bruce's apartment..." Master replied with a wistful grin.

"You mean you two took advantage of my innocence and corrupted me." Tom replied with a smirk.

"If I remember correctly you were a willing participant in the debauchery." Master countered.

"Of course I was willing. I had the hots for you from the first time I interviewed you naked after a game. You were the sexiest guy on the team..."

"Were?" Master asked.

"Still are. The three of us really had some wild times..." He concluded then took another sip of his drink. "It's good to see that you are finally getting over losing Bruce. I know how close you two were."

"Well I can thank Gabe for that. Finding him gave my life a purpose again." Master said as he ruffled my headfur. The inside of my ears turned a bright red in embarrassment and I buried my muzzle under his arm.

"I haven't done anything important Master." I said quietly.

"Don't undervalue yourself Gabe. You're more important to me than you realize." He replied as he hugged me close and kissed me between the ears. Of course with the skin to fur contact and the praise, it wasn't long before I was erect and peeking out of my sheath. Which made everybody chuckle.

"Don't worry. Everybody here had that problem when they were your age, but they had clothes to cover it up. We'll take care of it later..." Master said with a wink. We ate nachos and drank our margaritas. Then the guys started on the Coronas. I tried one and I didn't like it as much as I did the Straub American Amber that we had while we were fishing, but Moose started to drink them with the guys. I went over to the bar and got a refill on my margarita.

We ate and talked for a while. Master and the reporters caught up with what had gone on since the last time they had seen each other. They talked about how the team was coming along this year and other things in the news that I knew nothing about. After we had finished our first round of nachos and drinks and had gotten refills Master said.

"Well now that were all acquainted maybe we should start the interview. Then we can have a little fun after we're done." He added as he ran a finger up the underside of my sheath, making a chill of pleasure run up my spine.

The reporters set up a camera to record the interview so they would be able to take their notes from it later. "So Moose start from the beginning and tell us what happened at the shelter." Mr. Spudic said and then turned on the video recorder.

Moose told them all how Dolores took every opportunity to torment the anthros. He told them how she didn't give them enough to eat and how they were given kibble instead of human food. How she went into explicit detail about how they were going to die and end up in a landfill. How she constantly referred to them as soulless abominations. You could see the three of them hanging on every word and getting angrier by the moment.

"This is bullshit! No one could know someone like Bruce and think he was soulless. Bruce was a better "person" than anyone I've ever met. And that includes you Luke, no offense intended." Mr. Gardner said, his face red with anger.

"No offense taken Joel. I've always known that Bruce was a better "man" than me." Master replied with wry grin. "He was the most noble selfless being I've ever met..." He added as a tear formed in the corner of his eye. I had never met Bruce like the others had, but just knowing his story had me a little melancholy. When Master regained his composure he said. "Gabe why don't you tell the guys your story."

I told them about how I was part of an accidental litter so I wasn't registered. Since I wasn't registered and I was the runt of the litter nobody wanted me. My owner had driven me out into the country, beaten me senseless and left me to fend for myself. I then continued on to how I had made my way into the city, met Moose and had to turn to prostitution. I went on about how we got raided and how Moose had surrendered so I could escape. I finished up with how I almost froze to death before Master saved me.

"It's disgraceful how we treat these anthros. They have the same feelings as humans, yet we treat them like slaves." Phil said disgustedly.

"Begging your pardon Sir." Moose interjected, "But that's not exactly true. We have feelings like a human but we've been bred to serve a Master. No amount of money, possessions or freedom would make me as happy as when Luke becomes my Master. I only have a day to go before I can submit to him and I've never looked forward to something so much in my life."

"We just need to be treated with love and respect by our Masters. Luke is always considerate of our feelings even when he gives us orders to do things. There is nothing that could possibly hurt me more than knowing that I disappointed him."

"We need Masters to feel complete, but maybe we need to have the final say on who our Master should be. That and maybe some laws on humane treatment." Moose finished.

Joel picked up the conversation, "Well we can discus what goals we should shoot for later. Right now we need to figure out how to best get this info out to the public. I think the first thing I'm gonna do is use the freedom of information act to get access to the surveillance tapes at the Shelter for the time period that Moose was incarcerated."

"Tom I think you should be in charge of the internet campaign. I'm guessing you can get some of this video to go viral." Joel said nodding toward Tom.

"That shouldn't be too hard to do. It sounds like there is plenty of video to tug at the heartstrings of viewers." Tom replied.

"Phil I know you have connections on Capitol Hill that are sympathetic to the cause." Joel continued.

"I think I can get Senators Lovejoy and Terrance to take up the cause. They both have anthros that they love. They could drum up bipartisan support. And there are at least 10 members of the House who will take up the cause." Phil replied.

"I have connections at the NY Times, LA Times, Chicago Tribune, Washington Post and USA Today that I'm sure would be eager and willing to run with the story. I think we should meet again in 3 days to see where we stand." Joel concluded.

"That sounds like a plan to me." Master said as he finished off his third Corona.

XXX

The men started to shed their clothes. None of them were out of shape, but they weren't chiseled like Master. That's not saying they were unattractive, they were much better looking than most of the Johns Moose and I had serviced. Being a former prostitute my eyes were immediately drawn to their endowments. They all looked to be between five and a half inches to six and a half inches. Phil was the only one that was uncut.

"Boys." Master said to Moose and I as he called us over to him. "The fellas, Bruce and I frequently fooled around together. You are not required to join in. But if you do you can say no at any time. No one will be mad if you tell them no. Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir." Moose and I said in unison.

"Moose since you don't have a Master yet I'm sure you realize that you shouldn't be bottoming for any of the guys."

"I know Sir. I'm quite willing to wait until tomorrow night when I get to surrender to you Sir." Moose replied. "I'd gladly give myself to you in front of all these guys right now if you'd let me."

"I want you to be sure you want me as your Master. It's a permanent decision that you shouldn't make lightly." Master responded.

"I keep telling you I would be a fool to not want you as my Master, but of course I'm willing to wait as long as necessary." Moose concluded.

"Gabe you're bonded enough to me now that you can do whatever you want with the guys. But just remember that if you don't want to do something just say no."

"Yes Master." I replied as Master shucked his shorts and shirt.

"Last one in is a dirty cock sucker!" He yelled as he ran to the pool and cannon balled into the deep end. Moose playfully pushed me away and ran toward the pool. He jumped in right next to Master.

I walked over to the pool and said, "I don't mind being a dirty cocksucker." I stuck my tongue out at them and jumped in to join them. I swam over to the edge in the shallow end and Mr. Spudic swam over to meet me.

"My you're a cutie." He said cordially as he pulled me into a hug.

"Thank you Mr. Spudic." I said as I felt his hard dick rub up against mine.

He chuckled and told me. "It's Tom not Mr. Spudic. A little hint, any time you're naked with someone the term Mr. is probably a bit too formal." He continued as he reached down and caressed my hardening flesh.

Then to my surprise Tom ducked his head underwater and took the head of my dick into his mouth. Even though the pool was heated, the warmth of his mouth was such a contrast to the temperature of the pool water. As he went down on me he peeled back my sheath with his lips. He didn't stop until his chin was resting against my balls. He didn't gag at all as it went down his throat. He swallowed a couple of times which massaged my dick in a way I had never felt before. I was soon drooling precum. Tom was bobbing up and down my shaft for almost a minute before he came up gasping for breath.

He stood all the way up and hugged me close to him, pressing our erections together again. I only came up to his chin but he bent his head down to whisper into my ear. "You're much sweeter than Bruce or Luke. I've never tasted someone so young before." He sensuously thrust himself against me causing my sheath to slide up and down my shaft. "If you didn't already belong to Luke I'd seriously think about taking you home... He said as he pulled my muzzle up to his in a kiss. Before I got Luke as my Master that would have been a dream come true to me, but now everyone paled in comparison to my Master.

Being with Tom wasn't the same as being with Master, but it was a nice change of pace. The skin to fur contact, with a person that cared about you as more than just a mouth to get their rocks off in, was intoxicating. I melted into his embrace as we kissed.

To my surprise he turned around and backed into me. He reached behind him and guided me to his entrance. He lowered himself onto my boner. It felt great and I just held still as he bottomed out on me. Once he had me all the way in he ground his ass in a circular motion against my groin. I instinctively put my paws on his hips and started to slowly pump myself in and out of him.

"I'd almost forgotten how good this feels." He said with a moan. "A big dick can be exciting, but a nice average size one feels just right sometimes. It hits the spot but doesn't leave you walking funny the next day." He said as he leaned his back into my chest. I moved my left arm around his chest, pulling him close to me while my right paw moved around to grasp his cock. I stroked him in time with my thrusting causing him to moan even louder.

He pulled away from me, turned to face me and wrapped his legs around my waist. He reached down with his right hand and guided me back into him. Once I was all the way in he put his hands on my shoulders and I put one paw on each of his ass cheeks. Since we were in water up to our necks his buoyancy allowed me to easily lift him up and down on my cock. He leaned forward and rested his head on my shoulder. I could feel his boner sliding up and down through my belly fur. He tilted his body so my dick head was rubbing directly across his prostate. He let out a quiet moan each time my cock caressed it.

"You're a very good lover... Luke is really lucky to have you." He said huskily into my ear. "I want to feel you cum in me..." He said and moaned even louder. I could feel myself starting to move toward my climax, the tingle in my balls building and my knot starting to engorge. As it got bigger Tom clamped down on it with his sphincter and started to milk the base of my knot as it continued to grow. I was now locked tight in him and I was past the point of no return. I grunted as the first jet rocketed through my urethra and out into Tom's willing colon. "That's it pup, cum in me... I want all of it..." He replied as he also started to cum in my belly fur.