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Bloody Knuckle

Ronson's Story Part 2

[-Draggin' the Plow-]

Knuckle was a mess. It had been four days since they buried Chief, and Knuckle might as well have went under with him. I mean, I've never seen him so...defeated, beaten. And badly.

He smashed things. He was very stubborn. He wasn't even eating. But I did what I could for him. I washed him up when he got dirty. I made him eat, I cared for him. But ever so often, if he walked into a part of the house that had a mirror, he would stop and look at himself. Not all over, just at himself. But then he'd sniff, then smash it. Sometimes he cut himself, and practically forgot that he could treat his own injuries.

But you couldn't help but feel sorry for the guy.. Knuckle wasn't a happy, bubbly guy, but when he was in pain it was something new, even for him.

Chief didn't leave us very much in terms of cash and a means to live, but that's just how it goes. But I had been in this position before. Chaz sometimes lost my winnings to the powder, so I had to make money. Good thing for me though, there were PLENTY of guys that would actually pay top dollar to even see half of my ass. Throw in a little dirty talk, maybe let 'em touch me a bit, and boom. Rent and a couple of month's chow, if I didn't go crazy.

Knuckle wasn't gettin' out of bed. I don't know if he was awake or not, but I pulled his blanket up.

He had mornin' wood. He usually does, but not lately. His ears fluttered, and he licked his chops. What the hell. I figger'd he'd be glad to have a nice dream or two, maybe remember someone still cares about him.

I slipped the blanket back off him slowly, and undid those nasty shorts of his. He rarely takes 'em off, and the scent proved it. Like last year's ball sac and sweat from the past decade.

I got them off him, and his wolfhood stood like some tower. Guy's endowed. When Knuckle gets goin, look out! I've had it in my mouth enough times to know when it gets bigger. As thick as his wrist, and about 7.5 inches tall and deep red. Pretty blunt. His balls... Goddamn. I'm a BULL and I've never seen a heavier lookin' pair. On anyone.

I leaned down and smelled him, getting a contact high from the scent and I licked the shaft a bit. He jumped at first, but settled back down as I took more into my mouth. I slowly bobbed, and I could hear him sigh. I licked around him some more, throating him a bit as he silently coached me. I could hear him sniff a bit more, so I turned it up a notch...

"Chief, no please... Don't, oh fuck yes.." he whispered. -Huh?- I bobbed a bit harder and he panted. He loved it.

"Chief, please, not... Not you, don'- OH my god..." I looked up and saw a tear in one of his eyes. I didn't know what he was saying though.

"Oh god yes, suck it, suck your boy..." I went for the gold, and I could hear him whimpering.

"Fuck... Chief, please, no.. Please, n-not you, get off me... OH yeah.."

I moved to suck his balls. Knuckle stared whimpering louder, but I knew what that meant. Stud puppy was gonna blow!

"Oh god, oh...fuck, Chief, CHIEF!" I felt his shaft jump, jerk, and flex as he fired a load I've never gotten out of him before. The first heavy shot landed on the back of my neck and immediately ran down my back. I sat up and I just happened to see another round blot my vision, then several more. I lost count quickly, some might have just flown right over me. I wiped my eyes clear to see Knuckle glaring at me quietly. Then he socked me right in the jaw. I flash-broiled for a split second, and I looked to Knuckle who was putting on his shorts.

"You could at least say thank you, motherfucker!!" I pouted. God... He hit me pretty hard. He stood up out of bed and tied his shorts up, his dick and a leg of his shorts coated with a bit of his runoff. But he didn't look at me. I grabbed his arm, and he growled.

"Take yer fuckin hands off me!" He looked furious. But I was confused; he never acted like this, especially after a blowjob...

"Knuckle, what's wrong?" I asked. But he turned to walk away, and I squeezed his arm tight.

"KNUCKLE! What the fuck is wrong?!" He huffed and crossed his arms as I let him go.

"I was dreamin..." he started.

"I had a dream, about Chief. I was happy seein'im, but then he..." He stopped. And he looked at me, my puppy-covered face more specifically.

"Yeah? What did he do?" This was starting to sound pretty bad.

"He got on his knees, and he started suckin my... He was blowin me. I told him to get up, to get off me but... I enjoyed it. Fuck, I wanted him to suck me and just not stop." He looked down, a bit sad, maybe even guilty. I started to ask him something, but the next thing he said made me freeze.

"I...cared about the guy. I had a crush on him, but when he told me he was straight, I...never let those feelins back in my head. Never. Not what he wants, so it ain't important." He swallowed, and walked to a wall where he slammed both palms on it, and began to cry. I think I understood... His dream, and his feelings took my play as something he'd been trying to overcome for a while. Fuckin stupid of me.

"Knucky... I'm so-" His head snapped right towards me.

"Stop it wit' that fuckin pet name!!!" And that's when he stalked out, a feeling of red hate pourin right off him.

I didn't see him for a while after that.

***** ***** ***** ***** *****

I loaded up the last of my gear to hawk for some cash, when I remembered I COULD get a photo shoot. I closed my truck's tailgate and got in the cab.

"Round-up, call Ar'Dangnan." My speaker's rung, and very quickly I got an answer.

"Hello?" French accent sounded. It was as fruity as that gum that came out a while back, the one that a zebra made millions with.

"Ar'Dangnan, its Ronson." There was silence for a second.

"Ronson, darling! It has been a long time, yes? What can I do for you?" He was REALLY glad to hear from me, I could tell.

"I wanna pose for ya." I heard plates shatter, I heard tires screech, I heard udder silence.

"Nude, and otherwise." I said. I knew he was still listenin' though. I heard nothing so I sat there until. After about ten minutes, he finally said something.

"Y-Yes, yes! Come by, we will make a day of photograph-y!" he said. I could hear his boner in his voice.

"I'll see ya in an hour." I hung up right after that, and revved up my V-12.

****** ****** ******

Forty-eight minutes later-

I pulled up to a three-story building, parked my trank and got out. It locked after my nose ring left proximity. Nice bit of tech there. I hate carryin' keys.

I stood at the door and slugged it. He must've been waitin' for me or somethin'. Heh, of course he was. I'm a prime cut! Or at least, Knucky said so.

A monkey about four feet tall in a red and white-striped shirt opened the door. He looked at me, and started to chatter like I gave him a million bucks. Then he ran up and hugged my legs, rubbin' his face in my nuts like he loved me. He probably did though.

"Ronson, it has been a while, yes? Even though we spoke on the phone un hour ago! Let us get started!" I was glad to let him do the talkin. I followed his little ass up to his studio, and he gave me a grope on the rear.

"Hey Ar'Dangnan..." I snorted. I wasn't on the clock yet. He grinned.

"Yes, yes, we will get right to it!" He moved a few lights around, and got behind his camera on a big stool.

"We will start with some flexing! Ronson, would you sir?" I nodded and flexed my biceps. Ar'Dangnan chattered, and a few flashes went off. I put my hands behind my head and flexed my pecs for him. I guess that was enough of the tame stuff. But him tellin me all he wanted to see wouldn't be good enough.

I walked to a wall and propped up against it, the little monkey was right on my hooves. I rubbed my stomach with one hand, and ruffled up my feauhawk with the other.

"Ar'Dangnan, kill the air. Lemme sweat for ya." The monkey ran to the wall near the door and cut off the AC. It already started to heat up in here! He got closer for some good shots, pictures he took with a handheld camera. I pinched one nipple. He at that shit up.

"Ah, yes! More, MORE!" I turned to face the wall and dropped my shorts, my tail holding just enough to keep them from falling any lower than my ass cheeks. Ar'Dangnan was panting. I slapped one cheek, and the flashes bombed me. I snorted with glee, grinnin on the inside.

-What the hell- I thought. -Might as well get into it, I'll be here for a while.- My mind drifted back to Knucky. -I hope he's doin all right...-

"Alright screechy, let's get down to business." I said as my tail let my shorts drop. They hit the floor, I dropped to my knees and grabbed my horns, my nuts resting on the cold floor underneath.

"Oh, my..." the monkey gasped. He took more pictures, getting close-ups of everything he wanted to see. He swallowed. I was gettin to him, heh...

"H-heft them..." he directed with a shaky hand, and I did. I lifted my nuts, gettin a good feel and it hit. I gave the cockiest smile I could. Ar'Dangnan went crazy, takin more pictures than it seemed like he needed. I dropped to my butt and spread my legs, carefully laying my sac out. I was startin to feel good, and I felt my dick swell a bit. More flashes and clicks.

"C'mon monkey, get yer money's worth!" He dropped the camera. Then he slowly approached me, his little dick standin off his crotch like a legoman's flag. Hah. He touched my chest, like he was afraid I was gonna beat him up. But I COULD scare him a bit... He kept rubbing the same spot.

"Open range!" I huffed, and he quickly put his other hand to work, rubbing all over my chest. He dropped to his knees and licked my abs, trying to reach around my sides as he nuzzled me. I was pretty sweaty by then. I'm a bull, what can I say?

"Ronson, would you rather..." He dropped to my dick and kissed the tip. I groaned, his tiny pair of lips felt great. My dick shot to attention. And to THIS little guy, it was just over half the length of his arm.

"O-oh MY!" he gasped. He went back for more, swallowing just enough to make me want more and rock my hips. I leaked a bit of thick pre, which he slurped down with a dazed smile. I stank like a man. I knew if I could smell myself, THIS little guy was high as fuck. The little monkey went halfway down and held it. I gritted my teeth as I squirted more pre down his throat.

"Oooooaw yeah..." I moaned out loud, and I moo'd. He pulled his lips free and rested his hands on my shoulders, his hole right on target.

"Let's not get too hasTY-" He cut me off as he shoved himself halfway down, and I slammed my hips up to meet him. He took it. I MADE him take it. All of it. His hole was so tight I was sure I split him a bit, and by the look of his face I did.

"Ronson, s-sir..." he huffed and panted.

"Would you... p-please do the honours?" he asked. I nodded as I grabbed his sides, and lifted him halfway up just to slam him down again, and he screeched loud. I stood up slowly, thrusting ever so often as I walked to the wall I was just at. I pinned him by his arms and went to town, bangin this guy so hard he whited out. I slapped him.

"Hey, don't pass out yet, two things left. I get my nut, and I get my money." He nodded weakly, and I went back at it. I fucked into him halfway, lettin him get his breath back and I flexed my dick. He shot, a few short squirts hit the floor. His hole clenched, but that was years from enough. I also couldn't take too long here... I pulled out of him.

"Get yer fuckin camera." I ordered. I set him down and he collapsed first. But he shook to his feet, and staggered to his camera.

"Against the fuckin wall, bitch." He came again, a little landed on my hoof.

"Clean this shit up!" I snorted. He fell to his hands and knees, and slowly licked his load off my hoof.

After I was satisfied, he got back on the wall and I grabbed my dick to slowly stroke it. I choked my nuts with one hand, squeezing the pressure while I sped up, thinkin of Knuckle.

"Get ready..." I snorted as I felt the pressure jump, using my pre as lube and I grunted. Ar'Dangnan held his camera up, and with a good squeeeeze of my dick I shot, and a round of clicks was all I heard before the heavy splatter of my load hit him. I collapsed against the wall and pinned him between my dick and a not-so-hard place. I smirked as I came hard, knowing that I was hosing this poor fucker down. He screeched and gagged (I aimed at his mouth), and more clicks rang out before his camera stopped. I stepped back and stroked the rest of my load out, aiming anywhere. And when I was finished...

"Sir... Thank you.. Thank you..." He sputtered and gulped my beef stock, cum-drunk and stoned.

***** ***** *****

I got back to Chief's place and opened the door. It was unlocked. (Huh?) I walked in and found Knuckle sittin on the couch. His ears perked, and he turned to look at me with a...worried look, and a bit of relief. He got up with his fists balled. (Aww, shit...) He stepped quickly and I braced for another punch but... He hugged me. He hugged me tightly, like he thought I wasn't comin' back.

"Where ya been big oyster?" I gulped. And then I hugged him back.

"I've been... doin' bull shit ya know? How are ya man?" He let go and stepped back. He was smiling.

"Ah'm sorry, Ah... Ah been doin some thinkin." His drawl slipped out and put me in the mood for some...doggy.

"Ah know Ah've been a bother, but Ah'm better now. Chief wouldn't put up wit' me smashin shit an tearin' up his place." Knuckle said. I pulled out the cash I earned, a big wad of hundreds with a few bills stuck together.

"Where'd ya get this?" he asked.

"Ya know, sometimes I gotta get out there and do bull stuff. Knucky..." I grabbed his shoulders softly.

"I care about you, stud puppy. Really." He dropped his ears and frowned.

"Ah know man. But Ah ain't been the be-" I bent down and kissed him. I kissed him long, and he didn't resist this time. When I broke the kiss, he blushed.

"Welcome home then" he said. He stuck out a hand, and I slugged him in is jaw.. He staggered back a step and looked at me, like I was a step away from ending up between a couple of buns. Maybe his buns, if he wasn't careful. He frowned and rubbed his cheek for a few seconds.

"Alright you big bastard, I'll see you in the ring. We got work to do." He walked away, and I sighed. More of this shit... Bein out in the heat, gettin sweaty... As long as HE cracked the whip though, I was fine with it.