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6 am the following morning and having had a better nights sleep than the night before, I decided to cook a hearty breakfast, just as I begin there is a knock at the door, I head to the door to answer it and find not one but two Dalmatians both dressed in clothing appropriate for working on a farm.

I gulp silently as I realise that the second and taller Dalmatian is none other than Mr Pete Tasker, owner of the gay bar that I was in the night before last and father to the object of my desires, Mike Tasker.

Pete looks at me with a slightly sour face and to be honest right here and right now I fear that I am about to be planted in one of the fields on the farm. Pete is the first to speak.

"Good morning Mr Hale, my name is Peter Tasker, Mike's dad, now I have heard quite a lot about you from my son, including the fact that he would like to work for you as well as...lets call them other things, well I couldn't pass up the chance to meet my sons latest possible boyfriend so I cleared my diary for the day and here we are, ready to work with you and get to know you better, if that is okay with you of course?"

Now normally that would be the best way to cure an unwanted erection, well lets face it, seeing your prospective boyfriend with his dad and both clad in farm work wear then we are talking one huge bucket of ice cold water, however, that is not the case here, just looking at the face alone I would say that Pete...er Mr Tasker was even hotter looking than Mike...the next few hours on the farm are going to be HELL!

Woof! Watching Mike's dad bending over to lift a basket of strawberries that he has just picked, I never wanted to be a pair of denim dungarees more than now, Jesus why do Dalmatians have to be so fucking desirable?

It is 11:30 am and Mike jumps up into the cab of the tractor to collect the water bowser which we use to spray large areas of fields that need water, of course that leaves me at the mercy of Mr Tasker, he watches as his son disappears from view and then heads over to where I am working.

"Mr Hale, would it be okay if I had a quiet chat with you about things regarding my son?"

Okay this is where I get the death threats, the offers of money to stay away, that sort of thing.

"Of course Mr Tasker, lets head over to the barn and we can talk without being interrupted"

I lead the way to the near by barn, we head just inside and I hear a sigh from Mr Tasker's muzzle, I turn around and I can see a small wet patch under his right eye, as though he has been crying. I motion for the Dalmatian to take a seat on a hay bale while I follows suit on a bale directly opposite. When we are seated comfortably Mr Tasker begins to talk.

"Look, Mr Hale, it is no coincidence that I turned up here with Mike this morning, he has told me all about you, ya know the fact that your a Rottweiler and all, and I just wanted to protect Mike from someone that I was sure was only in it for what he can get out of it, a fuck here and there when it suits you..."

I'm just about to start my protest when Pete holds his right forepaw up to silence me, he also utters the words "Please let me finish" so I keep my muzzle shut and allow him to continue.

"Mr Hale, you have known my son for all of three days, so there are things about him that you don't know"

Mr Tasker takes a deep breath before continuing.

"A little over 12 months ago Mike was the victim of a vicious sexual attack, he suffered many physical injuries which for the most part have almost healed, however, the attack, oh lets not beat around the bush, he was raped for the love of God, well the...attack left a mental scar too, and I doubt that will heal any time soon, well the guy that raped Mike was a Rottweiler like you, as soon as Mike told me that he was interested in seeing another Rottweiler well my defences went up instantly"

Another deep breath from the Dalmatian and me starting to wish that I was not a Rottweiler.

"I was not strong enough back then to care for my son, and to stop him being treated that way, but that was then, and this is now, so I want a firm commitment from you that you are not going to add to my sons mental and physical injuries, I need to know that you are going to treat him right and treat him with the respect that he deserves"

I give what has been said some thought for a few moments, quietly seething on the inside about the rape that Mike endured, I then pluck up every last ounce of courage that I have to begin my reply.

"Mr Tasker, what you have just told me has made me feel sick to my stomach, mainly because it brought back memories of when I was once raped. I won't go into details sir, I just want you to know that I know the injuries that Mike is suffering and I am in no way intending to add to them. At this moment in time I am hating the fact that I am a Rottweiler, I mean the very sight of me should have had Mike running to the hills...and lets face it, who would blame him, but trust me, my intentions towards Mike are good and I will make sure that he is never hurt again"

It is then that Mike's dad did something quite unscripted, he got up from his seat and sat on the bale next to me, and what he did next filled my body with ice water, he leaned in close so that his muzzle was just inches away from my left ear and then uttered "Good, that makes my life easier, but know this if you break your promise, I won't stop until I have finished you, are we clear?"

Another gulp and a gentle nod is all it takes for Mr Tasker to stand and head out from the barn. I sit there for a few more moments and then head outside to finish the job that I had been doing before the chat, but as I continue to work the chat is never far from my thoughts.

The sound of the returning tractor causes me to check my watch, 1:30 pm,Damn we have worked through lunch, I round up Mike and his dad and head back to the farmhouse, as we are closing in on the farmhouse I see Carly and Steve are also heading that way too, great I'll make us all lunch and we can do the meet and greet.

After lunch we work long into the afternoon and at 6 pm I call everyone back so that we can close for the day. Mike's dad holds out his handpaw for me to shake, which I do without question, he then gains a huge smile and says.

"Well Tristan, thank you for a most enjoyable day, it has been ages since I had a full day of fresh air running into these lungs, next time you come into the bar please ask for me by name, Pete, I have a separate bar area which only my closest friends are allowed to use"

Our paws slip apart as I thank Pete for the invite, he then heads towards Mike's truck to leave just me and Mike alone for a few moments.

Mike plants a chaste kiss on my left cheek and whispers the words "Thank you" before heading back to the truck. Once he is back at the truck the two Dalmatians disappear down the driveway and out of sight leaving me with my thoughts of the day.

Something tells me that I have gained not only a great worker but hopefully a fantastic lover too...I guess only time will tell.