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To become a master of your craft, you had to beat on it until you were sure that you had it firmly grasped in your palms. Whether it was creating pieces of artwork, writing out stories, stringing together the chords of a song or carving figures from stone, practice and repetition were every bit as important as the natural skill you were born with, if not far more so.

The same could be said of the different skill sets that the military asked their soldiers to employ, and as a combat medic, Aaron Cassidy wasn't the type to let his paws get dusty up on the shelf.

"Hell out a day marching out here, dude. You sure you don't wanna call this spot home base and get the tent set up?" his traveling partner, Liam Jolsom, had to stop and wipe the sweat from his brow every few feet as his tired paws slowed his pace to a crawl. "We're running out of sunlight really fast."

With his military background, carrying a pack through an open field and enjoying the blissful serenity of nature would never be an exhausting thing to Aaron, but he was fleet of foot and lighter than Liam, who looked through he'd just stepped out of the shower. "We've got about half an hour of good, quality sunlight life," Aaron noted. "But we can't stop here: we're in the middle of an open field. There's some trees just over the next ridge that would provide way better cover."

Liam sighed and rolled his eyes, but the thick German Shepherd was glad to know that relief was only about a thousand feet away. "Thinking about your tactical advantages all the time, aren't you?"

"We're not out here for fun," the marbled fox replied, though he cut himself off. "Well, not entirely for fun. We've been practicing our survival skills all day, and it'd be kind of stupid to end all of that by sleeping in the very middle of the most open field in the valley."

"Seems like a fair reward to me."

"It probably would be, but those trees will give us a little more privacy, and there's plenty of room in the canopy for the starlight to shine through."

It was impossible for Aaron to turn off the tactful manner of thinking that made him such an asset in the field, and Liam couldn't help finding that trait admirable as he tried to keep up with the smaller vulpine. His stride was longer, but slower as the last of the steam ran from his proverbial engine, leaving him to slog the last few hundred feet to the trunks of tall, thick oak trees.

Aaron wasn't too much further ahead, but he was already scouting out the clear ground between some of the tree trunks and overgrowth, finding a spot that was difficult to see from the outside, while still providing adequate room to set up a fire and a tent. Nature blessed them with the perfect arrangement to make camp without having to cause too much damage to the wilderness around them, and Aaron blessed Liam with the most wonderful thing he'd felt all day.

"Took you long enough," Aaron teased as he tossed a cold, soothing can of beer over to the taller canine. "I was starting to worry that I'd fall asleep by the time you got here!"

Liam wanted to drop the pack from his shoulders before he caught the beer, but he wasn't willing to sacrifice the delicious treat for the sake of shedding a couple pounds. "You know," he paused, popping the tab with a satisfying fsssssh , "If it wasn't such a waste, I'd be spraying you right now for that little jab."

"I'm not worthy of being showered in some of the cheapest beer that money can buy? I see where I rank on your ladder," Aaron couldn't turn off the sass or the charm, as he dropped the pack from his shoulders and sat back against it. "Cheers to a successful day of surviving nature's bounty, Liam."

"Cheers," the muscular canine felt his troubles simply melting away as he took the first bountiful sip from his beer. "Not that there was much for us to survive, out here."

"Sometimes, it's just about getting your steps in and going through the motions. It's better to be able to do it in your sleep than to not be able to do it at all," Aaron explained, knowing that he'd stirred awake in his own bed with a roll of gauze in one paw and a multi-tool in the other. "There's nothing wrong with keeping yourself sharp by practicing your craft in safe environment from time to time."

"Explains why you're so damn great at everything you do," Liam suggested between gulps of beer. "Seems like you're an expert at everything that I've ever seen you try."

Aaron chuckled. "I wouldn't go quite that far, but it's kind of you to say so."

"Well, what's one thing you're bad at?"

"Ropes," Aaron replied, though he was only so quick to answer because of the bright strand of nylon cord in his paws. "I always seem to mix up my knots, and I can never quite keep them from getting tangled."

"And if you weren't holding that, would you have been able to come up with anything?"

The marbled fox glanced up for a second, looking as thoughtful as he could while taking a sip of cheap alcohol. "Nope," he replied simply, sharing another laugh with the taller canine, and stealing a quick gaze from his eyes. "What's something that you're bad at, Liam?"

Liam was in the middle of a swig anyway as he neared the bottom of his first beer, but he needed the time to think. "Shit...what am I good at? I think that's the easier question," he poked some fun at himself as he set the empty can to his side and made an open palm to Aaron, who gladly tossed him another. "I'm trying to think of one thing that stands out among the rest, but I just don't think I'm good at a lot, really."

There was a shy side to the German Shepherd that liked to creep out anytime he was alone with other people. When there was an activity to take part in or something physically strenuous to keep him occupied, he didn't much think about it, but now that the pair were settled at their campsite, there was only the sound of crickets in the distance to distract him, and his tired lungs were back to normal.

More than he had all afternoon, he felt his bashful side creeping in.

"I'm sure that there's plenty you're good at, Liam. Everyone's good at something," Aaron claimed. "But let's work on some self-improvement. What's the one thing you think you're worst at?"

He wasn't quite as quick to respond as Aaron was before, but there was little hesitation before Liam admitted, "Trusting people."

"...Really?"

"I'm sure it sounds weird, seeing how I was just alone with you all day, but...yeah. Trusting people unequivocally? I'm terrible at it. I can't stand the idea of just completely trusting someone with my life and safety, even when I know they're qualified to handle it."

Aaron paused, swirling the can in his paw for a moment. "So even with someone like me, you don't quite feel comfortable being alone."

"It helps that we've known each other a while, and if I were to trust someone fully, you'd be at the top of that list," Liam replied. "Maybe I'm just afraid of vulnerability."

"Nothing wrong with being afraid of that. Lots of people are," Aaron pointed out, hoping to help normalize the feeling for Liam. "And I'm honored that you think I'm someone you can trust, even if you aren't quite there yet."

"The beer is helping to get me there, if nothing else."

Snickering, the marbled fox opened his second can and nodded his agreement. "Likewise. Nothing like a little alcohol to help people say things that they normally wouldn't!"

"Does that mean you're a little reserved, too?"

"Nah, nothing like that. Just that you shouldn't be surprised if I suggest something a little extreme."

Aaron didn't want to botch his chances by rushing in too quickly, but he could tell that Liam was already letting his guard down. If they ended up getting a little too drunk, things might not go according to plan, but if the vulpine acted right then, he felt very good about his chances.

"Ex...treme?" Liam asked, his voice broken up by clear hesitation. "What exactly do you mean by that?"

"I'm no good with ropes, and you're no good at trusting people. Why don't we help each other get past our problems?"

It was an innocent enough suggestion, so much that Liam didn't think of the obviously erotic consequences when he mulled over the idea in his head. "After a couple beers, I'm not sure I want to try rappelling down the side of a cliff with knots that you don't even trust."

The response was so naïve that Aaron almost felt bad for what he had to do next, but being pushed to that level of action was an aphrodisiac, more than anything else.

"Who said anything about rappelling? That's dangerous even when you're not drinking," Aaron pointed out. "You don't have to be in a life or death situation to learn how to trust people, you know."

"I...I guess you don't, no."

"Course not," Aaron agreed. "You just need to be put into a position where you have no choice but to trust someone to help you and take care of you. There's plenty of ways to do that...ways that don't require us nearly falling to our deaths."

The words were an obvious enough joke that Liam felt comfortable enough to laugh. "Fair point," he replied. "What did you have in mind, then?"

"You sure you wanna know?"

"I wouldn't have asked otherwise."

"Well, I do wanna practice some of my rappelling knots, but not on a cliff in the middle of the night. You mind being a practice dummy for me really quick?"

"That...that's it?"

Aaron wanted to keep his smirk fully hidden, but he knew that a fang was poking free from his muzzle. "You'll see. This is all an exercise in trust, right?"

Just hearing that set Liam off, but to that point, Aaron had been a trustworthy guy, seemingly without any ulterior motives. One was bound to pop up sooner or later, but Liam couldn't decide if that was his suspicious nature being proven correct, or if he really was looking too far into things.

"Y-Yeah. You're right," Liam said. "Not like you can do much with a leather harness in the middle of a campsite, right?"

"Oh, you can do plenty with a leather harness in the middle of a campsite," Aaron corrected him, even as he stepped over to the larger creature and pressed one of the straps to the inside of his thigh. "Whether you're willing to do those things or not is another matter."

Liam was shy, but he couldn't play dumb forever, especially when Aaron was so willing to cut to the chase. His sweat-moistened tank top didn't lend itself well to the leather straps that pressed against it, but for all his trust issues, it was the German Shepherd who surprised his smaller companion by putting up a moment of hesitance.

Expecting their fun to be over, Aaron started to pull back, until Liam used that moment to strip away his tank top. "If you're willing to try and help me get over my fears, I'm willing to give you a chance...but you'll have to take the lead on it."

Aaron snickered and gathered up one of the nylon ropes that they'd been hauling all day, immediately fastening it into the front of the harness. "I was planning on it, Liam. The bigger they are, the more fun it is to tie 'em up and take 'em down."

"With talk like that, you make me wonder just how bad you really are with knots, Aaron."

"I never said which kind I was talking about, did I?"

The double entendre was so cleverly hidden before that Liam never thought to make the connection, leaving him to smile bashfully as Aaron clasped the leather harness into place on his barren chest. "You're a fox. I can't imagine you're that bad with knots, no matter what kind we're talking about."

"And that's a negative stereotype," Aaron replied, as he worked the length of nylon through a pair of fasteners. "But I'm willing to overlook it if you'll give me those paws and keep your wrists nice and close together."

It was the moment of truth for someone who had such major trust issues, but Liam couldn't think of anyone he'd trust more in the given situation.

Though his wrists were still trembling as they came together, Liam gulped before ultimately setting his clenched paws right next to each other. Aaron was surprisingly delicate with the larger canine as he wound the nylon cord over and through his wrists, his mastery of knots proving to be on the expert level; Liam tested the bindings with a shake, but his wrists didn't budge.

"Is...is that all, Aaron?" Liam asked, trying not to sound as nervous as he really was.

The marbled fox was already taking some of the slack and making a solid lead out of it. "That's just the start of it, I'm afraid. Next step is getting those pants off...which I imagine will make you pretty happy, given the way that you're pitching a tent."

"Well, I need _somewhere_to sleep."

"Not what I meant and you damn well know it," Aaron tugged on the end of the rope with a less playful smirk. "You really can be a cheeky one when you let your guard down..."

Liam gulped anew, moving forward rather easily at the meaningful tug.

"I like it," Aaron concluded his thought, getting Liam in close enough to rest his spare paw on the waistline of Liam's pants. "If you're gonna be with me like this, I'd like you to be yourself, Liam. Don't put on a face for me...just be who you are when someone's got you all tied up and right where they want you."

Opening up to people and trusting them with his true nature made it hard for Liam to embrace himself. At his heart of hearts, he still had issues with his identity, and deciding who he really was, as a person.

Aaron might not have been able to help Liam find all the right answers, but when it came to guiding the timid canine to his sexual destiny, there wasn't anyone better suited for the job.

"I guess now would be a bad time to admit that I've only got a jockstrap on underneath this, huh?"

It was a coy, but entirely intentional statement by Liam, who managed an inward smile when he noticed Aaron's chuckling reaction. "It's the perfect time, but I think we both knew that," the marbled fox jabbed at his larger companion as he stepped right into Liam's chest. "Making sure that there's nothing blocking the back door, hm? Did you know that tonight was gonna go like this, or were you just hopeful?"

Liam was honest with himself, above all else. "They just seemed comfy for hiking all day," he admitted, answering truthfully at Aaron's behest. "But now that you mention it, I guess that could be a pretty useful advantage..."

"It's very useful; plenty of advantages to wearing one of those," Aaron nodded his agreement as he stroked an open palm over Liam's chest. Claws raked down over his torso, through the moist, matted fur upon his tummy as he gave the shep's waistline another playful tickle. "For instance, once you lay out on your back like a good, obedient little bitch...I can just kick your legs up and get to work without any extra fuss...and if you misbehave, I can just leave that big, thick cock all wrapped up and desperate for attention until you learn to trust me."

Still dancing around the topic and keeping the intention of their afternoon fresh on Liam's mind, Aaron played the mental game better than anyone else who had to rely on something other than brute strength to dominate their sexual partners. Liam eased down to his knees without another word and began leaning back, but it was only when Aaron knelt with him and gave him a quick, eager pounce that the German Shepherd was flat on his back, staring up into a pair of utterly captivating eyes.

He could feel Aaron's weight looming over his own body, the presence of the marbled fox carrying a dominance that permeated the mind of the German Shepherd every bit as much as it did his tied up body. "You haven't given me a reason to regret trusting you yet..."

"Help me get those pants down around your ankles, and I'll never give you a reason to doubt me."

Liam couldn't do much in his current state, save for sucking in his stomach a little bit. It gave Aaron the needed room to slide his paws into the depths of Liam's pants and unbuckle them with greater ease, and though it was a subtle gesture, it showed that Liam was willing to whatever Aaron asked of him, even when he wasn't sure how it would be genuinely helpful.

Total obedience was a turn on for Aaron, who gladly revealed that excitement to his captive audience. Guiding Liam's pants down to his ankles before going to work on his own, the marbled fox crawled into the narrow gap between the larger canine's thighs and slipped his legs back, forcing the pants around Liam's ankles to stretch, keeping him utterly trapped on his back.

"Think you're learning to trust people yet?" Aaron asked, easily rolling Liam's thighs up and back, treating the snug, warm asshole of the German Shepherd to the cool sensation of the evening air.

Liam trembled at the almost ticklish delight, his body shuddering around Aaron as the smaller creature began lining his brilliant, reddish-pink tip up with the eager entrance. "I'm not really sure if I'm learning to trust other people just yet, but...I definitely don't regret trusting you."

Aaron was predicating his next act on that answer, and hearing what he liked, his ears perked, and his length eased forth gently, rather than the harsh, critical buck he was planning.

"It's a s-start," Aaron groaned, finding that Liam was plenty tight enough to offer resistance, even when his larger frame made his pucker the perfect fit for his vulpine cock. "We can work on the rest of it later...right now, it's important that you keep being a good little boy, and that I honor y-your trust!"

Able to snicker, even as his inner walls were forced to stretch around an invading length, Liam couldn't break his gaze from Aaron's soothing eyes, no matter how badly he wanted to wince. "You've got a f-funny way of honoring it, but I'm not about to complain."

"They never do," Aaron claimed, "No matter how apprehensive they are at the start."

"Does it get better with trust?"

With the introductory stroke out of the way, Aaron bottomed out inside of the larger canine, his entire length buried within the warm, pleasurable flesh of Liam's rear entrance.

He took a firm grip on the makeshift leash that he formed using the same nylon rope that kept Liam's wrists bound together and tugged it with surprising force, yanking the bewildered Liam upright and forcing his torso to meet with his own.

"It always does. Give it time."

Aaron was full of surprises; whether Liam saw any of this coming or not, he didn't expect the passionate brush of tender lips across his own, or the soft, smooth thrusts that followed it. He was being dominated without being controlled, and loved without being possessed...and Aaron, for his part, was getting to have a little fun with practicing his knots.

As the passes piled up and moans began to echo in the empty woods, the knot around Liam's wrists never came loose. As the ecstasy built in their bodies and feverish, passionate cries soared into the sky, Aaron never pulled away from Liam, even when the most important knot of all was being tied between their legs.

Only the light of the moon could illuminate the glistening treasure that began to flow down and seep from Liam's worn, stretched tailhole as Aaron pumped it full of his cum, the seal of his knot proving just a bit too sloppy to keep the entire mess of his yield inside.

"Guess...I've s-still got a little work to do with my knots a-after all," he grunted, his lips refusing to part from Liam's own.

The German Shepherd couldn't have been happier with the arrangement, his body mimicking the actions of the dominant vulpine as a slow, lazy river of cum began trickling down from his clothed member.

"I'd be glad to help you practice again sometime, if you like?"

Catching his breath and managing a softer smile, Aaron gazed down over the willing pup and nuzzled into his forehead. "Only if you trust me, Liam."