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Rules of Engagement

Chapter 4

By Roofles

It was a simple day for a simple dog. Togo was out doing some light grocery shopping after a grueling day of work. His paws were killing him, his back aching and here he was looking over different types of dog food in the pet aisle smelling like, well, a wet dog. The owner of the home he had been working on decided it'd be funny to turn the sprinklers on while he was out in the yard.

He did not.

The older lady in the aisle with him gave him a look, an awkward smile and then quickly vacated half way across the store. Togo only grunted and turned back to his choices of prime beef soaking in gravy in a can. This one promised to give him a full luxurious coat of fur, which he already had. The next one over promised to make his fur glossy and bring it back to the prime of his dog days which he already was in. The next promised it'd bring out the wolf in him; that made him grin as he placed it into the basket.

Someone came down the aisle to restock the supplies, one of the young teens hired part time after school hours. He stopped after noticing the larger husky and took several seconds to put two and two together.

"Dude," the teen just nodded with a smile pointing at him before going back to work. Togo just grunted.

He was lucky, he figured. To be a canine that is. Most of the others didn't get as warm of a reception as they did. A canine for instance could actually be seen on TV or in a magazine. Sure, as the funny side kick or loyal cop friend or advertising something extremely stereotypical and offensive. They might be even lucky enough to be seen on billboards.

Others not so lucky.

Togo grew up next to an Opossum family. They weren't the best nor the worse neighbors. They just were people, living their lives. Their son didn't have it so lucky. He was picked on, beat up and bullied throughout the school they attended. It was lower class school in a scummy area, like any Anthro could get into, but it was clear that the second this opossum was seen in class the other humans would pick on him. And Togo wasn't proud he had gone along with it, only to make sure they didn't single him out instead. Better to be on the winning side he figured.

After the suicide attempt, Togo ended up ditching the others and just going solo for the rest of the school year. Togo couldn't bring himself to visit the opossum in the hospital and never heard from them after the family moved.

Togo ended up becoming a recluse after that, working out in his free time and he had a lot of that. A buff husky stood out but at the same time no one would want to mess with him either. And he preferred that over the alternative. Still there were the rich kids or the dumb ass redneck who would just couldn't leave sleeping dogs lie and would try and pick a fight.

And here he was, doing a perfectly average routine of shopping and people were staring at him. Stopping in their tracks or just avoiding him at all cost. The other Anthro's that worked here, hired by law to be more diverse, worked in the back. Unloading trucks and stocking supplies during the night. Kept out of sight, kept out of mind. It left him and the few others out today to be gawked at like animals in a zoo.

The last time he went shopping, someone had called the police. There might be laws in place but profiling was a serious issue he was forced to deal with. In the past month, he'd been pulled over three times for no reason whatsoever. Accused of all kinds of bullshit that still left a bad taste in his mouth.

"Just another day," Togo grumbled to himself stocking his small basket the fastest he could. He'd use one of the express self check outs. Over the years he'd learned how to make people less uncomfortable; taking the stairwell instead of an elevator, sitting in the back row of movie theaters or the back of the bus. Keep head phones on and head down. Making eye contact was just asking for trouble.

Every day there was another news report of violence, an attack or shooting involving an Anthro. Of course the media would spin it around to always be their fault. Just another day Togo thought, like many others. Whatever to tell themselves as they trudged through life.

Togo ended up stopping halfway down the next aisle though. His nose caught a faint scent in the air that cut through his bitter thoughts like a hot knife through butter. It was muddled with all the other people coming and going, from the coffee stand up front and the fried chicken in the back; it made his stomach rumble. He ignored it, focusing on that scent and moved towards it with a brisk pace as if his legs had a mind of their own.

"Do we really need another case?" A familiar voice asked in that submissive tone, making Togo tail twitch in a wag. It brought lustful memories back. Nights with the man on his back begging Togo not to stop.

The black and white husky stopped, breathing heavily. His heart racing as he tried to gulp it down, not sure what he was going to say.

"Of course we do! I brought a list! Why would you even ask that? Don't you listen." A female piped up making all those thoughts and feelings plummet to the ground with the frown on his face. His black lips twitched at her voice, showing the white of his teeth for a half second. A subtle thing but any canine would know how irritated he had just become.

Togo shook it off and marched his well toned ass right back around. He'd wrap things up quickly here and get the fuck out before he was spotted. He didn't need this after the day he's had.

"Togo?" A familiar voice asked from behind him making the dog stand on end, his ears jumping up and tail hiking high. Togo flexed instinctively before relaxing and turning around to face a big eyed, lazy faced hound. "It's Peanut." The hound said as if trying to jar the memory of him loose.

Togo recalled the one night stand he had with the smaller canine. It was at the Collars and Chains night club during "Bite night." The husky had one too many drinks and it was late during the work week, not much pickings. The hound had gotten a little too attached for his liking, moving far too fast when things were clearly on a nameless fuck bases. Togo found himself flooded with messages the next few days after. All of which Togo ignored, hoping he'd catch on.

The hound didn't and Togo just ended up blocking him. Still he didn't seem to get the picture.

"Right." The husky just said, looking over the shorter dog to make sure Charles didn't come out of the side aisle. That seemed to bother the husky far more than it should've. Why should he care if Charles caught him like this? The man should be trying to avoid him with the ball and chain around.

"How's it been...?" The bloodhound asked sheepishly, wagging his tail with a big droopy smile.

"Fine, good and stuff." Togo just said without much thought as he tried to focus on the actual issue here. His heart was pumping, palms sweating. It'd be bad if this dog bumped into Charles. Togo had a bad habit of... marking the man after their bi-weekly sessions of fun.

The husky would just rub his hefty sack with one hand when the man wasn't looking and then would make up some excuse to touch his face. Pet his cheek, wiping his hand all over him. Mark him, scent him and the thought of it only made Togo friskier. The thought of being caught, having him so unaware of it all after. Convincing him not to shower or to hide his cloths so Charles would end up wearing something of Togo's. Making him reek of the husky, of their passion and heat.

Problem was? Any canine worth their salt would be able to smell the husky on the man. A fact most humans seem to take for granted. Togo could pick out Charles scent three rows down. Could tell he was sweating and had been out in the summer sun. After all, canines tended to use their noses far more than any other species. Which made things problematic with another one around.

Togo only realized the hound had been talking after his own train of thought came to a crashing halt. The husky looked down at him, trying to make head or tails what he just said.

"I lost your number." Togo pulled out of his ass on the spot.

"Oh, thank goodness. I thought so. I just was so worried though, wasn't sure if you were ok or not." The hound rambled on still not getting the picture.

"Yeah, sure. Whatever." Togo dismissed without even a second thought. "I need to grab some wine." He lied without a second thought. It was the first thing that came to mind and he knew it was on the opposite side of the grocery store so the chances of bumping into Charles was slim.

Togo didn't even indulge him as he walked with a pace that would put most speed walkers to shame. The hound kept up, talking the whole while about something or other. Togo couldn't recall much he said. He had other things on his mind as he grabbed some random bottle.

"I thought you disliked wine." Peanut said. Then for some reason felt the need to point out that the bottle he grabbed isn't as good as several of the others and that his parents grew up in a vineyard and he knew exactly what he was talking about. "Even though I don't touch the stuff."

Togo only grumbled more remembering why he had used the muzzle that night. Talking wasn't a bad thing. In fact Togo loved it when Charles begged him for more. Hearing that submissive voice when he was deep inside the man. It really got him going. Endless talking had the opposite effect.

"Sorry, I'm just nervous." The hound went on after they had bought Togo's things. Peanut didn't buy anything.

"Why?" Togo asked in frustration, unable to figure out why the hound would be. His posture, the smell he was exuding, his tail position... it all told him he was but Togo didn't know the reason behind it. They were grocery shopping. It wasn't hard.

"Well just this and stuff." Peanut was flustered, not looking him in the eye.

"Right." The husky grunted. "I'll text you or something." The husky finally waved him off heading over to his car without stopping and soon left without another word.

His phone buzzed and that made his teeth clench. At the first light he checked it, sighing in relief that it was only Charles checking in to see if they were still on. Togo replied that they were without looking down and made his way home faster than he probably should have.

Reese, one of his roomies, was outside working on his old truck. The massive black fur wolf had short shorts on and nothing else. Togo could see his legs sticking out from under one side and didn't hide the fact he was staring at the massive bulge between the two.

The wolf pushed himself out, laying on a small wooden board with wheels on it to get in and out from under the propped up truck. Reese gave him a look, nose twitching and frowned.

"Yeah I ran into him." Togo just said, explaining why he smelled like the bloodhound.

Reese only frowned, resting his massive hands on his tree trunk sized thighs. Togo admired the wolf greatly not just for his body but for the fact he was still working on the rusty piece of junk in this weather. It had to be in the high nineties at least right now which was even worse when you were covered in fur. The wolf didn't like throwing things out and was a notorious hoarder. None of the other dogs had the balls however to point this out to him.

"I told him off." Togo went on as if the wolf had asked him about it further. "Just bumped into him at the store." The husky rummaged in the bag, pulling out one of the cans of dog food. "Your favorite." Togo teased with a smirk.

The wolf got up slowly, pushing off the ground with one hand and flexing both legs as he rose tall and took two steps over towards him. Togo folded his ears back, not making eye contact. Reese was the alpha of the house and one of the most intimating people Togo had the pleasure of meeting.

"Uh... I have a guest coming over tonight. Again." Togo told him, yet ended up asking as a question.

Reese gave him a look as if thinking it over, nosing twitching once more in a sniff. Then a simple nod making the husky flush before going back towards his truck without a word. A man of very little words and it made Togo have butterfly dance around in his gut as he headed inside.

It was a stereotype but true in their situation. A dog house. A group of dogs staying in one house, usually not big enough for them all due to money restraints. Most didn't sell to Anthros, let alone rent. And those who did jacked up the prices. Togo couldn't even get a job that paid taxes. He was stuck doing housework for fat asses that were too lazy to do it themselves. He, like the others, couldn't possibly afford their own place and so here they were together.

Ricky, Mort and Luis were on the couch playing games. The three worked nights and were usually in the living room or working. Rarely anything else. Mort drove the yellow cab outside. The sign had been taken off and the numbers scratched off. The other two, both retrievers, ended up relying on him for transportation.

"Yo."

"Sup."

"I ate your Mac n cheese." They said in greetings and waved offhandedly without looking.

Togo just grunted at the three, nearly tripping over one of the several sleeping bags in the room. He just shook it off, ignoring the mess they had made and headed back towards his room.

There was a reason why Dog Houses had an alpha. If they didn't most would end up tearing each other apart in frustration. The alpha was the one that resolved such problems. Togo worked and had an income so he was allowed to have one of the rooms. Those who didn't or only worked part time ended up sharing space with others who did too. Or at least that's how it was here.

The rules were placed and you either follow them or get out. Togo was lucky to have found this place, thanks to an ex. Reese had ended up liking him more than his ex who was kicked out a month after they broke up, unable to let the drama go. The wolf was patient, fair but still had his limits.

"Party this Saturday!" Muff, a shaggy looking blue heeler, said passing him in the small hallway. They bumped into each other without much. Canines were known for being far more open, physically, than most of the other species out there. Welcoming the attention rather than shunning it.

One reason why most of them ended up sharing their space or rooms with one another.

Togo didn't have much time to reply when his phone buzzed in his pocket. The husky flipped it out, turning it around skillfully with a hand as he shut his bedroom door; answered it and fell flat on his back on his mattress.

"This is Togo." He grunted, yet the tip of his curly tailed quickly. "Yup, I didn't forget." Togo rolled his eyes trying to play it off as if the man was actually right here next to him. His heart began to thump loudly in his chest, palms growing sweaty as he was brimming over with excitement.

Togo, despite his best efforts, was still a husky. An extremely energetic canine that loved nothing more than to hang out, cuddle... amongst other things. And he tried to play it cool and it usually fooled anyone that wasn't a canine.

The black and white husky was up on his feet not even a minute later, phone off and pants down. He was looking at himself in the mirror he had hung up on the back of the bed room door. A rather handsome, if he said so himself, husky beamed back at him with a smirk of a grin tugging on his black lips. Togo was flexing, both arms up and showing off his powerful chest. He used to hit the gym several times of week but his time off has begun spending time with his new human friend.

They worked out, just not usually the upper body that is.

Togo liked the way he looked. One of the other dogs in the house was training to become a barber and practiced his art on them; Togo saw him at least thrice a month to keep his fur maintained. One of the worse parts of being a husky after all. He took great care of his teeth, he thought grinning foolishly at his own reflection. Togo didn't have any insurance to pay for dental work and so had to keep up on it himself.

He frowned though as he felt up his growing beer belly. He did need to start hitting the gym again or at least going on morning jogs against. Sure, his arms looked great. His legs were beast but gardening didn't work the lower abs as much as one would think.

Sticking a thumb into his briefs, he slyly pulled it down to give himself a good ego boost. Most bad days could be fix with a good hand or two around his family jewels. They had to be as big as plums but Togo was never that cocky. He never had to measure himself cause he never needed too. He knew he was good. Above average and that was enough for him.

It didn't take long for him to dress up and head out. He said goodbye to the alpha of the house and no others, figuring they would just be glad to have one less dog in the house.

From there it didn't take long to get to the court and, Togo had to stop and blink twice before he recognized Charles out from. Togo didn't play tennis often but from the looks of it Charles did.

Charles was wearing all white for starters. He had expensive looking shoes that clearly had never been worn before. His racket was new with a silver lining. He even brought a carry long bag. It was the short shorts the man had on that made the dog snicker. The cap and sun glasses were over the top but tolerable. Those shorts though.

"Those shorts." Togo had to say unable to keep his big mouth shut on the matter.

"What?" Charles asked frowning a bit, looking down at them. "The dude at the athletic store said these were perfect."

"For tennis?"

Charles stopped at that and looked away, flushing a bit. Togo tail wagged at his sheepish demeanor.

"Oh, I thought you said squash. Was wondering..." Charles cleared his throat. "Well these should still work." Charles just shrugged it off, going back to an almost arrogant attitude. Togo could see through him in an instant, he just played along.

"By squash I meant..." Togo waved it off though and grinned wickedly to himself. He'd do that another time it seemed.

The two checked in and packed there things away in designated lockers with a designated place to play at. Everything was far more fancy than Togo was used too. It wasn't a 5 star resort or 'nothing but the dog was used to the lot back behind his old apartment complex. The fence was falling apart, it served as both a tennis and basketball court depending if the middle net was up or not. All the neighborhood kids had to wrestle to see who would play first.

And here he was, Joe Dog in a place like this. He was startled to see a couple of other dogs on the far court playing.

"This is us." Charles said snapping him out of his funk. Togo was just glad he had found a human friend, the man was clueless about the subtle cues any dog would've picked up. The flicker of an ear, a twitch of his muzzle or the lowering of his tail. All signs something was bothering him but Togo played it off and set up.

Charles put down his cap, sunglasses and got the tennis balls out. Several brightly colored lime balls were tucked away into a black fishnet sack. And Togo couldn't resist ducking under it and sticking his muzzle up at him with the balls draping over his face.

"Dude, get your balls off me." The husky grinned madly and wagged his tail finding it hilarious.

"Twelve minutes." Charles just noted.

"What?" Togo asked pushing up a bit more on the sack but not moving away; he couldn't even see.

"Twelve minutes it took you to make a ball crack." Charles laughed with a roll of his eyes.

"You want to see a crack?" Togo asked, turning around and lowering the back of his shorts. Charles swatted him away with his net. The husky just snickered and jogged to the other side of the court, hopping over the net without looking back. He knew Charles was watching him show off.

"Serve." Charles said loudly before hitting the ball neatly. It sailed through the air, hit Togo's side and went right past him. Togo just watched it go by. "Uh..." The man asked.

"Oh, right." Togo said swinging his racket a few times. "Ready."

And from there it was a sad display of experience verse a dog who had never held a tennis racket before. Sure there was a court behind his childhood home but it wasn't like he ever actually played. He played basketball not these games. There was a very good reason for that though...

And the next serve went high, Charles going underhand for the newbie. Togo caught it perfectly, with his muzzle. Teeth clamping down hard with a growl.

"Dude." Charles said a bit stunned. Togo spat it out onto his hand and then served it back. "Dude!" Charles shouted once more with a laugh. He wiped his face. "You got drool on me!"

"You never seemed to mind before." Togo replied coyly making the man blush brightly, embarrassed in such a public setting. Even if there was only a few others out today. Togo loved the sight of him all flustered like that, licking his chops before getting ready for the next serve.

Togo ended up doing it again, catching it like a pro and waving his arms in the air as if he had just made the winning goal. "You got nothing on this!" Togo spat, dropping the ball to the side and forgetting it. His whole butt was wagging as he grinned at the man, the racket all but forgotten in his hand.

"Got to be kidding me." Charles only shook his head, bouncing the ball a few times off the ground. Togo was having fun finally after almost thirty minutes of him missing the ball or smacking it out of the fenced court. At least now they both were having a good time.

"High, low. Left. Right." Charles would call out as he kept his competitive spirit in check. It wasn't about points anymore anyways. That was until Togo swung wide and knocked another ball out, his muzzle filled with balls.

Charles tried to think of the very right thing to say and came out only with "and the husky takes the balls. Balls as in cake." And then face palmed at how bad that was, laughing anyways. "Ok, give them back." Charles offered a hand.

Togo pulled his head away slightly, growling slightly.

"Togo." Charles warned reaching out now and only having the husky move away further.

And then the chase was on. Togo was far faster than the man but it didn't stop Charles from trying. Chasing the husky all around the square court and into other lanes, over a net and behind a bench. Around several potted plants and what looked to be a water fountain. First left, then right and then Charles faked him out and Togo had to climb through the fountain to get away. It made and mess and they both were having a blast as Charles closed in.

Charles managed to get a hand around the ball, gagging as he ended up having Togo's tongue slurp and lick along his fingers inside his snout. Charles tried both hands but Togo had an iron grip and even with all his strength Charles couldn't budge it.

"Bad dog, bad dog. Let go." Charles joked without a thought for what he was saying, so caught up in the moment. And ended up landing flat on his ass with a soggy tennis ball in his hand. "Ah-ha!" He cheered in victory standing back up and showing Togo the ball as if it were a trophy.

"What?" The man asked oblivious to the situation.

The two other dogs had stopped playing to watch them before muttering harshly to each other, covering their mouths and looking over at Charles as if he had just slapped the husky.

Charles had never seen the husky stunned before or even embarassed. The husky lowered his head a bit, grabbed his arm roughly and pulled him off to the side and away from the others.

"Dude," Togo said harshly with a bit of a growl to his voice that bit into Charles. "You can't just say that." The husky was panting a bit from running around but clearly there was something else that was eating him up.

"What?" Charles asked still clueless. "I don't know..." The man just stuttered before it dawned on him.

Bad dog. It is such a simple thing. A simple thing you'd say to a pet, to a subservient creature. A slave. Only fifty years ago such things were done. Noses rubbed in mistakes. Beaten. Shock collars. The history lesson came rolling back onto Charles like a boulder.

"Oh god." Charles finally said as he realized he had called Togo a racial slur.

"A dog can call another dog that." Togo just said letting him go and rubbing that hand over his face, trying to keep himself in check. Charles was a friend. Clearly he didn't know; hell how could some posh, upper middle class human understand the blight of a simple down to earth canine like him.

"I'm sorry." Charles said with a bowed head. He took a step away. "I didn't mean it like that. And it's just..."

"It's cool." Togo said trying to wave it off. "It's a long day."

"Yeah. Yeah..." Charles just agreed moving away and towards his things. He packed up quickly, forgetting the tennis balls they hadn't collected and just headed for the locker room without another word on the matter.

He was too aware the other two canines were still watching him go, talking amongst themselves and it only made Charles face burn a darker shade of red in his embarrassment. He had been caught up in the moment. He didn't mean it but at the same time he knew that didn't matter. And in the end he excused himself from Togo, heading for the showers to clean up.

Charles hated what he had done and hated himself that he felt like it wasn't that big of a deal. He didn't say it, he knew he had messed up and at the same time some ignorant part of him tried to explain it off and because of that, as the hot water turned on. He cried as at that moment he figured he had lost his best friend due to his upbringing.

The water felt good. Washing away the grime, the sweat and the tears.

Out in the locker room Togo was packing up thinking about just calling it for the day. Unsure how he felt about it. Charles didn't realize what a big deal these things were. Like calling them dogs for instance, something that's frowned on by most. And then he spied Charles used outfit he had left near his locker. And there was his jockstrap.

Togo laughed, shaking his head. The husky had joked about getting him to wear one just the other day. Wanting to see the man strut around in one and here he was going out and buying one just for their silly squash tennis chase match.

The husky nose twitched and he sighed, taking a seat on the bench between the lockers and reaching down to pick up the jockstrap. It stunk of the man. Of his perspiration and musk and Togo, making sure the coast was clear, took a soft whiff of it before letting it drop back onto the other cloths.

That scent was rich and it didn't take long to follow its trail to the man. Even taking a shower, Togo could track him down. Stripping naked right there in front of the curtain, he slid it open and walked inside.

"Togo." Charles managed to say before getting those thin black lips of the husky's snout pressed roughly against his own. Togo groped at his body with exploring hands. Feeling every inch they could reach of the naked man as his lips, his tongue silenced any protest he could have. The curtain was shut behind them as Togo pressed him up against the wall.

"You got much to learn, pup." Togo growled lustfully, his eyes locking with Charles. He didn't have to look down to see just how hard the man had become. He just pushed his own groin against his, using his body to hold him against the wall as he pet the side of his face roughly yet lovingly so. "Going to have to fuck you until you get it right."

Charles swallowed nervously but a smile tugged on his face. "You make that sound like a bad thing."

Togo dragged his dull nails along the side of his body and down to his ass, squeezing it tightly enough Charles was sure it was going to be bruised in the morning.

"Oh, you'll love every second of it. That's the point." Togo murred, a deep lustful growl. "You won't need a collar. Or leash." He added each with a clear hint that both were off limits. Charles were sure both of which were found to be very offensive things to most canines.

Togo lips parted and he moved his muzzle down as the hot water sprayed over him, nipping at the man's neck and down to his chest and nipples. Charles squirmed as Togo chewed on his flesh, biting and nipping, leaving numerous love bites. Each slow and carefully thought out and worked on. Each bruise, each mark was something Charles couldn't just take off and hide. It was on his very body and it made him groan loudly, having to bite his lower lip to shut himself up.

Togo's thick, burning red tongue lapped over each mark after. The heat of his tongue and the pain from the bite made Charles shudder, shivering and trying to pull back. Togo didn't let him budge an inch as he punished the man further.

The husky guided both Charles hands down between his legs, to feel the husky's shaft rubbing up against him. He didn't need to say anything to the man as he rubbed and stroked over him, down over his fat hanging sack and back up.

Charles moans might as well have been apologies for it all. The man was making amends by pleasing the canine so as Togo continued to coax him with sweet but forceful words. Telling him how fast to go, how rough and at times would stop him; not letting the man just get off yet.

"Easy," Togo ordered with that lustful growl vibrating in his throat as his thick shaft slid underneath the man's leg and tapered tip teased his tail hole. "Not all the way." Togo continued to talk, words that were lost on the man as that fat head of the husky slid deep inside him. Charles got the jist of it, Togo didn't want to tie him in a place like this. From experience he knew it'd take up to hours for them to split apart.

Just enough of his fat length for him to hump in and out, pushing that hefty knot against his tight tail hole but not enough to risk it forcing it's way in.

Even in this position Togo continued to give commands in that husky voice of his, tell him one thing to the next. Kissing his neck and whispering just how good he felt like this. Having Charles wrap his arms around his neck with one leg up in the air as he glided in and out of him. The lack of lube made things rough going and Charles knew Togo was well aware of that. It was just part of how this was going to be. He fucked up and Togo was making him pay for it.

And Togo thrilled in the control of it. To put him in his place as his bitch. Just how eager he was for this at the same time. So submissive and just the perfect one to mate with.

They had never used protection before. Togo hadn't ever done such a thing before; he was usually so safe, yet with this man he wanted every drop of his seed to be in him. To know, to feel it in the man, his mate.

That thought with everything else was enough to make the husky grit his teeth, fingers gripping tightly on Charles side as he tilted his head back and had to hold back a howl as he erupted into him. Pulsing ribbons of his hot sticky love filling the man up to the point he was beginning to leak around Togo's shaft. It was washed away in the water.

Charles was panting by the end, unsure if he himself had finished or not. It didn't matter he soon found out as Togo ordered him to sit down on the ground. The man was panting as he looked up at the dog with a still half rigid cock pointed down on him.

Togo just grinned, without a word, and urinated all over the man sitting down before him.

Neither spoke about what had happened as they left, giving each other a hug before going.

"I'll call you?" Charles asked permission too. He was a bit flushed in the face. He could still feel his rear filled with the husky's seed.

"No." Togo just said with that sly smirk as he wrapped an arm around him guiding him out to the parking lot. "Because, tonight, you are staying with me."

And Charles knew he wouldn't take no for an answer as he walked outside going commando; his jock strap was missing and Togo had to adjust it before getting into the car...