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It's 5:30am and I'm just getting ready to start the day, first job is a shower, in the shower the inevitable happens as my thoughts stray back to Mike and his dad from the previous day, I know that I shouldn't be thinking like this but truth be told if things between Mike and I don't go any further I wouldn't mind seeing if I could start something with his dad, I mean hell anyone that would turn Pete Tasker down must be blind, insane or both.

Of course, thinking like that has the effect of making me spring a boner, No worries, I'm in the shower so I'll just take care of business, hehe yeah right, just as I begin my pawing I hear the voice of Mike from downstairs, Damn it, the noise of the shower covered the sound of Mike's truck driving up the driveway...and damn the boy is early.

_ _ I call down to let Mike know that I am in the shower and that I will be with him soon, but it seems that he has already heard the shower running and has made his way to try and find me...well he has succeeded. From the supposed security of my shower cubicle I look through the glass and see Mike standing in the doorway looking straight at me with a huge grin on his muzzle.

BUSTED!!!!

I have nowhere to turn so I just stand there with the water flowing all over my body, the next thing to happen is also inevitable but it still has the ability to blow my mind.

"Oh hey there boss, do you need an extra paw to take care of things?"

All I can do is sigh and just gently nod, Mike is quick to strip out of his work clothes, the glass shower door opens and one of the sexiest Dalmatians to ever walk the earth steps in. I turn to face Mike and in a voice barely more than a whisper I say "Turn around" I don't need to give any further instructions as Mike does a full 360 to show me everything that he has to offer.

As he turns I can see that there are still various scars that haven't quite healed yet and I wince as I remember what he has been through. The smile suddenly vanishes from his face, the next words he speaks break my heart in two.

"Damn, please don't hate me for my scars..."

He doesn't get to finish his sentence as I gently take hold of his butt cheeks with my forepaws and give them a gentle but firm grope.

"Oh Mike, don't be silly, I don't hate you for your scars, I hate the guy or guys that gave them to you, I certainly won't be adding to them, far from it, I want to be the one that helps you to heal"

Mike turns to face me and with tears in his eyes he wraps his arms around me, my Rottie pride collides with his beautiful Dalmatian love pole, I wrap my arms around Mike and again gently grope his so very beautiful butt. I whisper into Mike's left ear.

"Mike, I don't ever want you to cry for something that was not your fault, I also don't want you to feel unsafe with me"

There is a little hiccup from Mike's muzzle as he pulls away and I see a stray tear flow down his right cheek, he then lowers to his knees and takes me fully in his muzzle, I am powerless to do anything more than place my pawpads on the top of his head as he gently sucks away my boner.

After a few seconds I find myself thrusting gently into Mike's muzzle, the muzzle that is providing the perfect amount of suction, suddenly my cock begins to spasm and there is nothing I can do other than fill Mike's mouth with my pent up Rottie seed.

As my climax begins to die down, I look down and find that the smile is back on Mike's muzzle as well as some little dribbles of my cum, he then stands up and looks me deep in the eyes.

"Can I get a filling breakfast like that everyday?"

I give his beautiful butt a gentle slap as I make my reply.

"Not just breakfast, there are other meals too you know!"

We both begin a fit of hysterical laughter as we continue the after sex shower, I get to give his beautiful body a good scrubbing, I even manage to get a tentative lick of his ass and cock, but we both know that the farm needs to be readied for opening.

With the shower finished we both get back into our work clothes and head down to the kitchen for a proper breakfast. With breakfast out of the way we head out to the farm courtyard just in time to see Carly and Steve arrive, I'm hoping that neither of them has spotted anything out of place with Mike and I but knowing these two I will put money on some sneaky comments being made later in the day.

Sure enough, throughout the day Steve uses every chance at his disposal to have his fun at our expense, but the one that really caught me off guard was Carly, while I was helping her to set out the farm shop ready for the day she chuckles and then speaks in a whisper.

"So, the big bad Rottie boss man has a crush on two hunky spunky Dalmatian boys, hell I can't blame you they both have asses to die for."

This causes me to drop an armful off table coverings on to the floor, she just laughs and carries on with her task.

Once I collect myself back together I pick up the coverings and finish laying them out on the tables. I walk into the rear of the shop to collect some stock and give Carly a sly wink as I pass her.

With everything in the shop now ready to go Carly opens for business, Steve joins her to help out with the initial sales rush and then heads back out to the farm to join Mike and I as we tend to the crops. After using the tractor to spray the crops with water, Mike and I walk the fields, I need to show him what to look out for with regards to pests that might attack the crops, I also need to show him all of the fence lines to make sure that they are in one piece, every so often Mike makes me chuckle and blush as he takes a sneaky grab at my ass, Keep that up boy and you will get more than you expect.

It's 12:30 and lunch time, so we head back to the farmhouse for a spot of lunch, it seems that Carly can't leave the shop as she still has a few customers to deal with, I stand from my seat to go and help her when Steve stops me.

"Don't worry Tristan, I'll go and lend her a hand, you and Mike enjoy your lunch together."

I give a gentle nod and then make my reply.

"Okay, thanks Steve, once me and Mike have finished our lunches we'll come and take over in the shop so that you and Carly can have your lunches."

With that said, Steve heads out of the kitchen and towards the shop, Mike is chewing some of his sandwich but also looks deep in thought, I take a few bites of my sandwich and then break the silence.

"A penny for them?"

Mike's head suddenly snaps to face me.

"What?"

I chuckle and make my reply.

"I said a penny for them, your thoughts I mean."

Mike puts down his sandwich and then looks thoughtful again for a few moments, he then makes his reply.

"Sorry honey I was just... oh damn sorry Tristan, I mean boss, I just called you honey, what the hell was I thinking?"

I lay a gentle but heavy forepaw on top of one of his gentle but dainty forepaws which had the effect that I was looking for, his breath caught slightly as he feared that I was about to do some major damage, I could feel his forepaw trembling under mine, I gently closed my forepaw around his and tried to make him see that he was in absolutely no danger from me.

I held his paw tight and then with the deftest of moves I gently licked his left ear, I then whispered.

"Don't worry sweetheart, I won't hurt you."

We sat there for a few further moments while we both regained our composure and finished our lunches, with that done we headed in to the shop to allow Steve and Carly time for their lunch, as Carly passed us she noticed that Mike had some slight reddening around his eyes, a sure sign that he'd either been crying or very close to it.

"Guys, is everything okay?"

I give a gentle nod and a slight smile which seemed to ease Carly's fears. Once Carly had returned to the shop, Mike, Steve and I went back to working on the farm. I knew after my talk with Mike's dad that he was still a little messed up mentally after being raped but I hadn't realised the true extent of the damage until now.

In the feral world Rottweilers are seen as strong, protective and in some cases vicious dogs, it is now time for me to bring two of those traits to the fore, I have to be so strong and protective of the one that I want to call my partner, my lover, my Dalmatian...my Mike.