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I scampered up the stairs like only an eager puppy can. I was so excited that I was going to get to fool around with the two guys I loved. My tail was wagging like a propeller as I hurried to the bathroom. When they finally joined me there, I danced around them, jumping up and down, eager to get started. Just the thought of it had me sporting wood, which was flopping around almost as much as my tail was. I'd never been allowed to really be a puppy around my old owner.

Fortunately the master bathroom had a huge shower. Master had made sure of that since he and Bruce had loved to shower together. They'd had a penchant for getting "dirty" before the got clean. I was hard in my sheath just thinking about it. I was going to get to be with the two guys who meant everything to me.

We all got in the shower which had a shower head on each of the walls and a hand held one to help get the shampoo out of dog fur in hard to reach places. It would really be helpful on Moose's heavy coat. We all got under a shower head and got soaked with water. Master and I started to lather Moose up. It took a lot of shampoo since he was so large and had such a long thick double coat. We got it completely saturated with shampoo until he looked like a Yeti (he was big enough to fit the part). Master made a concerted effort to clean Moose's sheath inside and out. The hand held nozzle worked great to rinse all the soap out of his sheath.

Of course all of the attention had him hard again, even though he'd just cum. To say that it was impressive was an understatement. One of the Johns had insisted on measuring it and it measured out at slightly over eleven inches. His huge sack held low hangers that were each the size of a lemon. I'd missed playing with his equipment. Plus I was a sucker for big strong Alpha guys. Even though he'd just rinsed him off Master soaped him up again.

Then the two of them turned to me and started soaping me up. The feeling of having a set of paws and a set of strong hands massaging the shampoo into my fur was incredibly erotic. Moose massaged my back working up quite a lather on me.

They were soon down to my private areas. Moose knelt in front of me as he thoroughly polished my boner. Which was great but not as wonderful as what Master was doing at the back door. He soaped up my buns then with his right hand still soapy he ran it up and down my crack all the way to my balls. Of course each time it went over my pucker it involuntarily opened up eager to accept him in. I wanted him in me so badly, but he just teased me for a few moments until I was desperate to feel him in me.

When I couldn't take it any longer Master slipped his middle finger into my gaping entrance. I moaned loudly, begging without words for Master to be in me. He slid his soapy finger all the way into me. Every time he ran it over my prostate, pre oozed out of my doghood. I was on the edge with the guys I loved working me from both ends.

"Don't Cum!" Master ordered.

I tried to hold back, which caused me to clamp down on his finger. He knew I wouldn't be able to last long so he pulled his finger out and stood up. Moose stood up also sandwiching me in between them. Master crouched down so he could rub his cock up and down my ass crack while Moose crouched down and thrust his massive member against mine. It was like being on sensual sensory overload. When I felt the head of Master's dick slide over my pucker I leaned back and impaled myself on it, taking in the first two inches.

"You really want it bad, don't you pup?" Master asked.

By that point I was reduced to whimpering and nodding as he eased himself all the way in me. Then he grabbed me around the chest and straightened his legs, lifting me up. He reached down with his right hand, hooking it under my knee and then did the same thing with his left paw so he was supporting my weight. Moose stood up and put his huge paws under my butt cheeks. Then he positioned himself so his massive member was rubbing against my leaking boner.

The two of them raised and lowered me on Master's erection. It was obvious that he was leaking because my sensors tingled every time he ran over them. They sped up, working us all to a frenzied pace. Between the hot steam of the showers and the close quarters, the pheromone levels in the air were intoxicating. Two big virile sexy doms working over a submissive pup was just the ticket to getting all of us pumping out pheromones. Anthrodogs, who have much more sensitive noses than humans can actually smell the pheromones, but humans only sense them on a visceral level. I had never seen Master or Moose so turned on. Moose was actually spurting pre instead of drooling it.

I reached down and wrapped my paws around Moose's cock and mine so there would be more friction. Not that I needed much more. The constant prodding of my prostate had my knot already starting to form. Master was also getting down to the short strokes. We were all breathing through our mouths by now. Moose was jamming his knot against mine, our prolific flow of pre helping the soap lube us up. But we wouldn't need the lube much longer because we were all on the edge, just needing one last stimulus to push us over.

I was the one to go first. Being only the equivalent of fourteen in human years, I had the typical quick trigger of an adolescent. It was more than I could take, my ass clamped down on Master and clamped down harder each time I shot a spurt of cum into the air.

"FUCK YEAH!!!!" Master cried out as he exploded into my rectum for only the second time in my life.

When his seed hit my receptors I exploded into an orgasm that dwarfed the one I had just started. "Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" Was all I could force out of my muzzle before I blacked out, oblivious to anything except the ecstasy that was coursing through my body as I responded to Master's seed. In my mind I new that I would not be able to go on in my life without it.

I didn't realize until I came back around that Moose was cumming, shooting ropes of cum up my chest and onto my chin. Maybe one of these days I'd get to take Moose inside of me if Master allowed it. I loved Moose almost as much as I loved Master, I mean both of them had saved my life.

By that point we had all come down from our orgasms. Master was softening in me and soon he pulled out. I felt completely empty for a moment, but I soon got over it. The two of them set my feet down on the ground, I was able to stand shakily. It seemed like I wasn't the only one with week knees in the aftermath of an epic orgasm.

We rinsed off without speaking. We were all a bit exhausted. When we had finished Master said, "Runt why don't you show Moose how to use the dryer."

"Sure Master." I said, my enthusiasm returning. I grabbed Moose's big paw and dragged him over to the high speed dryer. "You just get in like this." I said getting into the dryer and closing the door. "Then you push the green button, like this." I continued and pushed the green button.

The warm dry air flooded the chamber in gusts, each gust ruffling the fur allowing it to dry all the way down to the skin. When I felt dry I pushed the red button to turn it off. "You push the red button when you feel dry."

Moose looked at it a little apprehensively. "It's OK. It actually feels good." I told him. Moose was always a little suspicious of anything new. I guess that came from all the time he spent on the streets.

Master had already went into his room and started getting dressed. He was dressed in slacks and a dress shirt, so I knew we were going somewhere. "Where are we going Master?" I asked excitedly jumping up and down while my tail wagged wildly.

"That's a surprise. It's what we were going to do before we realized we needed to rescue Moose." Master continued. I already knew from the past week that there was no use trying to get more out of Master when he wanted to surprise me.

"I'm sorry I've been such a bother Sir." Moose said dejectedly.

"Who said anything about you being a bother? I was more than happy to rescue you and I'm thrilled that you're here. Saving you was much more important than where we're going now. It's something that could wait. Actually it's something that's going to be even better now that you're here to enjoy it with us."

We all got back into the Bentley and Master drove us downtown. We went to a place called Cirelli's Fine Jewelry. I had no idea of what we could possibly get there. We walked in the door, it was a really classy place with marble floors and display cases filled with all sorts of jewelry. An older gray haired gentleman came out from behind the counter to greet Master.

"Luke it's great to see you again." He said.

"It's great to see you too Mr. Cirelli." Master said as he shook Mr. Cirelli's hand.

"Not Mr. Cirelli, call me Joseph. You've known me too long to stand on formality. Now which of these lucky pups is it for?"

"Right now it's for Runt. The little guy over here." He said pointing to me. "Maybe the big guy will be getting one a week from now."

Mr. Cirelli went into the back and came out with a fancy jewelry box. He handed it to Master, who opened it and took out something purple. "Now that you have a real Master, you need a collar so people will know you belong to someone. That way you won't get picked up by animal control."

He held it out to show me. It was a purple suede collar with stones and gems in it. It also had a gold plate with writing on it. I couldn't read so I asked. "What does it say Master?"

"It says Gabe, Property of Lucas Vincent." He explained.

"Who is Gabe?" I asked.

"You are now. Runt isn't an appropriate official name, but I may still use it as a nickname for you." Master said.

"It's beautiful, what kind of stones are those?" I asked.

"They are called opals and the gems are diamonds." He replied.

Mr. Cirelli smiled, "You're lucky you have a Master that loves you so much, that's a very expensive collar."

"He's worth every penny of it and more Joseph." Master said ruffling my headfur.

"I know I'm lucky Mr. Cirelli, I've got the greatest Master in the world." I said with heartfelt honesty.

He replied, "You won't get an argument from me Pup. Lucas is as fine a gentleman as I've ever met, and I know he treats his pets better than most people treat their children."

"You guys are making me blush..." He said, his face a bright crimson.

"I think they are just telling the truth Sir." Moose joined in.

Master took the collar and fastened it around my neck. Then Mr. Cirelli handed me a mirror to look at it with. I gazed at it, the purple suede was really accentuated by the black fur around my neck. I stood there speechless for a moment, until I finally said, "Thank you Master."

"You're welcome. But I want you to realize that you officially belong to me now. I give a lot to my pets, but I expect a lot in return. Your part of the bargain is to give me your unconditional love and complete loyalty. Do you understand?" He asked in all seriousness.

"Of course I understand Master. You already earned that when you rescued me." I said and I pulled his head down to lick his cheek. Giving him my love and loyalty was going to be the easiest thing on Earth, because that was all I wanted to do with my whole being.

"Moose, if you decide to be my pet I'll get you a collar too." Master stated. "But we've got a couple of errands to run before we head back home."

The whole time we were driving I kept bringing my paws up to my beautiful new collar. Master must really love me to sped that much money on me. I sat there thinking, how could he love someone as worthless as I was that much. I guess I was quiet for too long...

"Hey pup. Does it bother you that you have to wear a collar now? Are you embarrassed for people to see that you belong to me?" Master asked.

"Of course not Master! I'm proud that I belong to you. Sometimes I'm just not sure I'm worthy though..." I said.

"Do you think I'd spend that much on a collar for someone that was unworthy? I think I'm a pretty good judge of character." He said as he reached over to tousle my headfur. "I'm really happy that you've given yourself to me."

"Not as happy as I am." I concluded. "Where are we going now."

"We're going to get a security system. I can't have what happened to Bruce happen to you two. It's my job to protect you." He replied.

"What happened to this Bruce that you're talking about?" Moose asked.

"I'll tell you the whole story when we are lounging around tonight. All I'll say for now was he was my first anthrodog and was my lifelong companion." Master replied.

"Why didn't you have a security system put in after what happened to Bruce. You needed to protect yourself. Especially since you didn't have Bruce there to protect you anymore." I asked.

"Maybe because I didn't care if I was safe. Maybe deep down I felt guilty that I was still alive and Bruce was dead. Maybe I didn't have a reason to live anymore until I found you that night..."

We pulled up to Guardian Protection Services. Master talked to the salesman and told him he wanted the best system they had, spare no expenses. He agreed to it and Master gave him the keys to the estate. With that transaction completed we headed back to the car.

"Now one other security precaution to go." Master said as we piled back into the Bentley. He drove out into farm country, which was giving me deja vu. All I could think about was when my old owner dropped me off in the country. I started to shake. Imperceptibly at first but then violently.

"What's wrong runt? Are you getting sick?" Master asked concerned.

"No... Well yes Master. This reminds me of the day my old owner drove me out into the country and dropped me off. Please don't abandon me Master..." I begged.

Master pulled over and put the Bentley into park. He took his seat belt off, then removed mine. He slid his seat all the way back, picked me up and set me on his lap. "I will NEVER abandon you pup. You're mine forever. You don't have to worry about that. EVER."

"I know Master but sometimes things frighten me. I like being with you. But it's hard to forget the past." I said.

"Yes I imagine it is. Mankind hadn't been too kind to you in the past. It's like you have some sort of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. Just remember that I love you and it will be alright. Do you think you can make it the rest of the way? He asked gently.

"Yes Master, it was silly of me." I replied.

"No it wasn't silly. I guess it's just surprising that you don't have more problems after all you've been through. But I promise you that it will be worth it when we get where were going." He assured me.

But now I was excited, obviously I was getting a surprise. "Where are we going Master?" I asked excitedly.

"If I told you it wouldn't be a surprise, now would it?" Master retorted and wouldn't answer my questions anymore. One thing was he was successful at getting me to get my mind off of the farms.

We pulled up to a farm and it had a sign with some writing on it and a picture of a Doberman on it. Not an anthrodoberman, but the four legged kind. We drove down the long gravel driveway and pulled up in front of some dog kennels that were filled with dobies. As we pulled up and parked next to the door an old man came out. As we got out of the car he went over to Master and said, "Welcome to Pella Dobermans, home of the best security dobies in the country. I'm Dave Arnold." He stuck his hand out for Master to shake.

"I'm Lucas Vincent, but you can just call me Luke. Your ad said you have pups."

"I have a litter of 14 and only two of the 4 girls are spoke for. I've got 10 boys still looking for homes. Would you like to see them?"

"Of course. How old are they?" Master asked.

"They're 8 weeks old. That's the earliest I let them go to homes." He said as he led us into the puppy kennel.

There were 14 little furballs running around in the kennel. They looked remarkably like the pictures of Bruce that were scattered all over the house. They even had upright ears and little stubs for tails.

As if he could read my mind Mr. Arnold said, "I remember when you had to crop their ears and dock their tails. Now with genetic engineering they're born that way, so we don't have to do surgery any more. Were you looking for a male or female." He asked Master.

"I'd like to look at the males." Master replied.

Mr. Arnold picked up two of the females and transferred them to the next empty kennel, then came back for the last two. We were left with 10 male pups in the kennel. We all went in and were ferociously attacked by these young attack dogs, Except that their stubs were wiggling in glee. Nine were close to the same size, but one was much smaller than the others. My heart went out to him. Somehow he knew that I liked him as he made a beeline toward me. As soon as he got to me I bent down and picked him up. He barked at me and I brought him up to my muzzle. He showered my nose with wet little puppy kisses. I hugged him protectively to my chest as he wiggled to escape.

Mr. Arnold spoke to me and said, "Now you don't want that one, he's the runt. I'm probably going to have to give him away. Some people would say that I should just drown him, but I just can't do that. I'll probably give him away without papers."

I looked at Master with a pleading expression on my face. There was nothing wrong with him that wasn't wrong with me. I knew exactly what it was like to be the runt. He deserved to have a good home. Moose of course had gravitated toward the biggest one while Master had picked the most athletic one.

"Is that the one you want?" Master asked me. I nodded and hugged the little one even closer.

"Sir you really don't want that one, there are seven other outstanding male pups in this litter. Why would you want the runt?"

"We have our reasons." Master replied looking me straight in my eyes approvingly.

He looked at Moose and asked him, "Is that the one you want?"

"Yes Sir." Moose replied.

"We'll take all three." Master said.

"You realize that I ask $5000 each for my pups?" Mr. Arnold asked.

"Yes I do, but I can afford it." Master said.

"Yeah, I forgot that you drove in in a Bentley." He replied sheepishly.

Master gave him his credit card and paid for the pups. He gave us a bag of the food they were used to eating. He also gave us a box since we hadn't come prepared with a crate for them. We put the box in the back seat with Moose, but I picked up my pup and got in the front passenger seat with him.

"I'm sorry Master, I know I should have picked a better one, but I just couldn't leave him there." I said holding him protectively to me.

"I think Runt Jr. there will turn out to be a fine dog." Master replied. "I know just why you picked him..."

I held him in my arms. He was tired from all the excitement and exertion that had gone on in the selection process. His warm soft body felt so fragile in my paws. I set my right paw over his chest and felt his tiny little heart beating. He gazed up at me with a satisfied look on his muzzle. I was going to make sure he got everything he needed to catch up to his brothers.

We got home fairly quickly and brought the pups into the house. "Let's take them into the rec room since that has a linoleum floor." Master said as we each carried our pup into the house. We put them down on the floor and they all ran together and started to play fight. The two bigger ones started picking on Junior and soon they had him on his back and were getting rougher with him. I remembered back to when that used to happen to me. I remembered how terrified I had been, so I walked in and picked him up. He immediately started licking my muzzle as I held him up to it. I sat down and held him on my lap.

"Master can we keep him separated until he catches up with the other two?" I asked.

"What makes you think he's gonna catch up." Master asked.

"I think he just got a slow start and once that happens the other pups keep you from getting enough food. He just needs someone to protect him Master." I said.

"He's your pup, you can raise him however you want." He replied. "I guess we should order some crates." He went over to the computer and ordered three crates, paid the extra $50.00 for the expedited delivery and hit the enter button. The drone should drop it off at the front door in an hour and thirty-five minutes."

"Gabe do you want to make something for dinner? You're getting pretty good at it. If you have any questions I'll be down here. If you don't mind Moose and I will just chill out while you get it ready." Master said as he hit the remote and turned the wall size curved TV on to watch the State U basketball game. It took me a second to realize he was talking to me. I wasn't used to my new name yet.

"Master why did you name me Gabe? "I mean I like it and all, but why did you pick it?" I asked.

"I named you Gabe which is short for Gabriel. The Archangel Gabriel was God's Special messenger. I felt like God sent you to me to show me I still had a reason to live." Master replied.

I was speechless, all I could do was look at him in disbelief. "That why you're so precious to me Gabe. I had stopped living after I lost Bruce. The night I found you I was just driving around contemplating ending it all. I had never forgiven myself for Bruce's death, I had just been going through the motions at the time. But finding you gave me a purpose again."

"I don't know what to say Master. I really mean that much to you?" I asked walking over to him.

He hugged me closely and replied, "Yes you do pup. If you hadn't have come along I may never have made it back home. Or I may have, but I would have still been like the walking dead, no feeling or no purpose in life. Too engrossed in self pity to realize that there was still worthwhile stuff on this Earth."

This was something I had never considered, and I needed some time to think about it. "I'll go make dinner now Master, I'll take Junior with me." I said as I left for the kitchen.

I let him down on the floor while I decided on what to make for dinner. It needed to be something rather quick, but I wanted it to be good. I went over to the chest freezer and looked into it. There was a section of seafood. I pulled out one pound bags of shrimp, langostinos, bay scallops and crab meat. I also got out a pound each of cauliflower, carrots and broccoli. I put the seafood into some warm water to get it to thaw faster, while I put the veggies into a large bowl and put them into the microwave to cook. Then I got out a 20 quart stock pot out and filled it half full of water. I added a bit of salt to the water then I put it on the burner on high.

While everything was defrosting I got out Master's largest skillet and put it on the stove, turning the gas to medium. Master said he liked to use gas for cooking because it was a more responsive and gentle heat than electric like my old owner used to have. I took out a stick of butter and put it into the skillet. As the butter melted I got some minced garlic out of the fridge and put two tablespoons into the butter. I know that sounds like a lot of food, but you have to remember that Moose eats A LOT.

The water in the stock pot was boiling briskly now so I added 3 one pound packages of tricolor rotini pasta. Since I couldn't read how long it was supposed to cook for I would just need to keep testing it as it cooked.

I let the garlic simmer in the butter while I took the shrimp out of the water. They were already peeled and deveined and I added them to the butter. I added the rest of the seafood and added some salt and pepper. It didn't take long for the seafood to cook and when it was close to being done I poured the vegetables in with it to finish them both off and to get the flavors to blend together. I turned the heat onto low and went to check the pasta.

I took a piece out with a slotted spoon and ran it under cold water. When I bit into it it seemed to be the right consistency like Master had shown me. So I poured the whole pan into a colander to drain it. Then I poured it back into the stock pot. I poured the seafood/veggie mixture in with it and mixed it all together. Then I poured it all on a big platter and set the table for the three of us.

The whole time I was doing this Junior had watched me intently and followed me around the kitchen. I got a bowl out of the cabinet and got some of the food that Mr. Arnold had given us. I put the filled bowl down for him. I was going to make sure he got plenty of food that he didn't have to fight for. I left him there eating while I went to the rec room to tell Master and Moose that the food was ready.

When I got back to the rec room I saw Master sitting next to Moose, his head leaning on Moose's broad chest. It sounded like he was crying. "I really miss him Moose." I heard him say through his tears.

"I understand Sir. He sounds like he was really quite a dog. I can't replace him but I can be the best me that I can be Sir. If that makes any sense." Moose said.

"It makes perfect sense Moose. And that's all I would ever ask of you." Master replied before either of them even realized I was there. It was then that they noticed and Master said to me, "I was just telling Moose about Bruce."

"I figured that out myself Master. I was just coming down to tell you that dinner is ready." I said smiling at him.

"What did you make for us Gabe?" Master asked.

"Just come down and see. I want it to be a surprise." I said. I ran into the kitchen, my tail wagging a hundred miles an hour. I got down to the kitchen table and waited for Master and Moose to arrive and check out what I had made.

I waited impatiently for the few seconds it took for them to get there. It was only a few seconds until they got there but it seemed like forever. Master came in and sat at the head of the table. He looked at the platter, but I couldn't read his eyes. He grabbed the big serving spoon and filled his plate. Then Moose filled his plate and lastly I filled mine.

We all sat down. Moose and I waited for Master to take the first bite. He took a forkful, put it into his mouth and slowly chewed it, savoring it like neither Moose or I seemed capable of yet. I waited anxiously for the verdict on the meal. He put his fork down...

"Well I'm no food critic pup, but this is excellent. It's got a good variety of flavors that complement each other. It's also a wonderful combination of textures, that are different from each other but not so extreme that they clash with each other." Master said.

"Thank you Master!" I said squirming in my seat. Master's praise had me hardening again until the tip was peaking out. I don't know why but any praise from Master immediately gave me an erection. I took a forkful myself. I liked it a lot, but more importantly Master really seemed to like it. He was busy eating in his slow deliberate manner, savoring each bite.

The only problem with it was you could only fit a little on your fork. I should have known that this would be a problem for Moose. He had a full plate but each time he would scoop some up on his fork half of it would fall off. He was getting more frustrated by the moment. Finally he could take it no more, he put his paws on either side of the plate, effectively making a funnel. He picked the plate up and poured the whole plate into his muzzle. While Master just about choked on his food, Moose swallowed it all nearly without chewing.

Master was finally able to swallow what was in his mouth. "Moose what did I tell you about eating fast?"

"I'm sorry Sir. But it kept falling off of my fork..."

"I don't care, you need to relax and enjoy your food. It's not going anywhere. I'm going to let you eat as much as you want."

"Yes Sir. I'm sorry. I'll try to do better." Moose said not being able to look Master in the eye.

"OK. I can understand that it's a little hard to eat with a fork." Master got up and went over to the silverware drawer. He got out a big serving spoon and came back to the table. He handed it to Moose and said, "I'll make an exception this time and let you use this big spoon, but you have to promise me you'll eat one spoon at a time and chew it up completely. OK?"

"Yes Sir." Moose said as he refilled his plate.

Runt Jr. could smell the food and sat beside my chair begging for some. When no one was looking I grabbed a piece of shrimp from my plate and slipped it down to Junior. He took it out of my paw. When he finished with that one I handed him another... and another... and another. Until Master caught me.

"Gabe don't feed Junior from the table. I don't mind you giving him anthro food, but I don't want him to learn to beg at the table."

"Yes Master." I said unenthusiastically.

We continued to eat. After a few more minutes I could hear Junior begging again and despite what Master had said I couldn't resist taking a scallop and handing it to Junior while I kept one eye on Master. Since I wasn't paying attention Junior grabbed the scallop, in the process grabbing my fingers as well. He drove his needle sharp puppy teeth into my thumb, making me cry out in agony.

Master laughed, "That's another reason not to feed him at the table from your paw."

We made it through the dinner without another incident. Master let us eat chocolate ice cream for desert. I still wasn't used to eating deserts, so sweets were a big treat to me. It was everything Moose could do to not inhale the ice cream.

After dinner Master looked at his watch and said, "It's just about time for the drone to get here, let's head out to the porch." He got up from his chair and headed to the front door. Moose and I followed, with Runt Jr. following behind me.

We were out there two or three minutes when my sensitive ears could hear propeller blades whirring in the distance. In no time at all the drone hovered in the front yard and slowly set its load down on the lawn. It released the parcel and then zoomed back off into the distance. Moose picked up the big package without being asked. It was obviously heavy, but he did it with no effort whatsoever. He carried it down to the rec room and set it down.

Luke opened the parcel and in it were three suitcase kennels, three different colored collars and matching leads. We set the kennels up, but before we put them into them we took them outside to potty. They did their business quickly and we brought them back in. We put them in the kennel, along with a bowl of food and water.

"We can start training them on the lead's tomorrow. One other thing to remember, never put your pup in the crate with his collar on."

"Why Master?" I asked.

"Because it the collar gets caught in the crate the pup will panic. And when they try to get loose the collar will twist until it chokes them to death." Master said. "So make sure you put the collar and leash somewhere that they can't reach them."

They whined for a few minutes, but soon they fell asleep after their long day. After they fell asleep we had some time to relax to digest our meal. We were on the huge sectional leather couch watching TV. Moose was sitting on Master's left and I was on the right hand side, laying on my back with my head on his lap. I could feel his flaccid meat and balls against the back of my head. It was so peaceful laying there, satiated from eating all that food.

"Dinner was wonderful Gabe. You're really getting the hang of cooking, almost like you have a natural talent for it." Master said as he scratched my ears. Of course I popped wood, my sheath plumping and the head of my dick poking out from the end of it. Unfortunately this time I was right in view of Master. "Looks like the puppy is sporting wood..." He added as he brought his big hand down and covered my sheath with it. He rubbed it gently, causing me to whimper in pleasure. "Well the puppy deserves a reward for making such a good dinner."

Just the words of praise themselves were enough for my pre to start flowing. I gazed up at him, pleading with my eyes for him to keep going. "Moose did you enjoy the dinner too?"

"Yes Sir! It was really good." Moose said.

"Well why don't you come over here and help me reward him..."

Moose got up, came over to me and knelt beside me on the couch. He bent over my groin and lapped at the head of my cock as Master slid my sheath up and down my boner. It wasn't long before I knotted up under Master's palm and started cumming on Moose's tongue. I didn't cum for long before Master removed his palm from the base of my knot.

"You find praise sexually stimulating don't you?" Master asked.

"Only from you Master." I replied honestly.

"I've never heard anything like that before..." He said with an evil grin. It was obvious that he was up to something, I just wasn't sure what.

We finished watching the movie, each of us on either side of Master. We each took our puppy out for a last potty break for the evening. Junior was getting the hang of it. He hurried out and did his business, then ran right back to me. He begged me to pick him up, then he licked my nose. I rolled him onto his back and rested him in the crook of my arm while I rubbed his belly with my right paw. The two other boys were more interested in mock fighting for dominance, while Junior was satisfied with showing his submission to me.

Soon we put them back into their kennels for the evening. Master said that they would have to earn their freedom as they learned the rules of the house and probably wouldn't have complete run of the house until they were over two years old and completely out of the chewing stage. That was as much for their safety as for the mess they could make. Chewing on an electric cord could kill them outright or start a fire that would kill us all.

When we went back to the bedroom, Master went into the closet and pulled something out. It was a piece of metal and plastic that was about three quarters of an inch wide and 3 inches long. I'd never seen one before whatever it was.

"What is that Master?" I asked as he went over to the huge TV and plugged it into the back of the TV.

"It's called a thumb drive, I have some "home movies" on it." He said with a big grin.

The TV came to life with Master and what I recognized as Bruce from the pictures around the house. There was also a younger guy who I didn't recognize. Master was naked and of course so was Bruce. The young guy still had his underwear on and seemed to be a bit shy. Master grabbed him by the hand and led him to the bed. Before he he got into bed Master grabbed his shorts and pulled them off of him. "Quit acting like a fucking virgin." Master said with a chuckle.

"But I am a fucking Virgin!" The young man said.

"No fucking way. Fuck I love breaking in virgins!" Master said as he gazed at the young man's cock. It was about average length and cut with a sparse bush around it. In fact he was nearly hairless except for a smattering of blond hair in his arm pits and his pubes. "Check it out Moose! We got ourselves and nice virgin twink to break in."

I don't think that the twink realized that the cameras were turned on or he was so horny for Master that he didn't care. It was obvious that he wanted someone to take charge and Master did just that. He put him on his back, straddled his head and started to teabag him. As each ball went into his mouth he eagerly sucked on it and massaged it with his tongue. This must have been a common scenario for Bruce and Master because it was almost like it was choreographed. Bruce got between the young man's legs, grabbed an ankle with each paw and handed them to Master. Master held them to his shoulders while he continued to dip his balls into the twinks eager mouth.

In the meantime Bruce had his muzzle in the twinks tight little virgin ass as he gave him his very first rim job. It was obvious that Bruce knew exactly what he was doing and soon the young man was stiff as a board. His circumcised cock was dripping as Bruce continued to jam his tongue into that virgin hole.

Master moved back a little and hooked his hand under the young man's neck, allowing his head to tip back. With his other hand he took hold of his boner and guided it into his eager mouth. "Suck on it real good, get me nice and lubed up for you." While he did Bruce got out of the picture and returned with some lube and started lubing his asshole up. He stretched it until it could accept a couple of fingers. Then Master pulled out of his mouth and took Bruce's position. He took some of the lube and stroked it onto his cock, peeled back his foreskin and guided it into the twink.

"Just relax pal, this is probably gonna hurt for a moment until you get used to it. Then you're gonna love it." Master said as he added pressure until the head popped in. The young man gave a grunt and grimaced as Master popped in then slid his cock all the way in. He must have been stretched well enough by Bruce because Master hardly paused before he started to slowly fuck the lucky little bugger. He held an ankle in each hand as he worked it into the young mans virginity. It wasn't long before the young man was moaning with delight as his man fucked him to paradise. The camera slipped to a different angle. It was now a rear shot so you could see Master's big pendulous balls slapping against the that skinny twink ass.

It didn't take long though before Master's balls were pulling up against his body. He was getting ready to mark this tight young man as his. He slammed in hard, trying to seat himself right at the core or the twinks being as his balls jumped signaling the start of his orgasm. "Umphhh..." He grunted as his seed rocketed into the young man. "How does it feel to be my bitchboy?" Master cried out as he emptied his balls.

He had no need to answer, his body did it for him. His cock twitched and spurted his seed onto his flat hairless body. Bruce slipped his muzzle down after the first spurt and took the rest of his load in his muzzle.. Master rested for a second the pulled out. He switched places with Bruce who licked at the gaping asshole in front of him. Soon you could see Master's spooge oozing out. Bruce did what any self respecting anthrodog would do, he lapped up the precious seed of his Master. When the flow stopped Master said to the twink, "Get on your knees."

He got on his knees his little bubble but sticking out so invitingly. Bruce positioned himself and peeled back his sheath. The picture switched to a close up as Bruce lined up his cock with the still distended sphincter of the twink. Bruce had a nice cock, it must have been about nine and a half inches long and very thick. He pushed in and despite his size he slipped in easily. He didn't waste any time hammering away at the young man, he was in a hurry to knot up and drop a huge load. His balls were even bigger than Masters and they were slapping up against the twinks tight smooth scrotum. It didn't take Bruce long to knot up and lock himself deep inside teen. He grunted as he started to unload a huge load. While he was still locked in the boy he rolled over onto his back with the young man on top of him also on his back. He was throbbing but still hadn't cum with Bruce.

Master was hard again after watching Bruce in action. He grabbed a tube of lube and lubed both himself and the twink. He mounted on top of the twink and started to rub his cock against the young man. Their cocks were slipping and sliding against each other. Soon they were spraying all over the twinks chest. And with that Master turned off the TV.

"Enough of that! It's time for us to have our own fun." He said when he pushed the button.

We all got on the bed and started making out. We were all just a jumble of arms, legs, mouths, muzzles and dangly bits. Pretty soon Master and I had Moose on his back and we were both working over that huge cock. I had my muzzle over the end of it and Master was sliding his sheath up and down that massive shaft. Moose was delivering plenty of delicious juice directly to my eager muzzle. I pulled off for a moment. With my muzzle no longer sucking down the flow, his pre was burbling out and running down that massive tower of dogflesh like water out of a fountain.

"Master can I ask you something?" I asked.

"Of course Gabe." He answered.

"Would it be OK if Moose made love to me? I inquired tentatively. "He saved me the first time, if he hadn't neither of us would be here with you."

"You two don't need to ask my permission to make love to each other. I do expect you to ask permission to have sex with anyone else. Besides I'll probably enjoy it as much as you guys will. Do you want me to film it?" He asked.

I looked at Moose and we both grinned and nodded. Master got out several video cameras with tripods on them and set them up so they would take in the action from several different angles. He'd obviously done this before, so he knew the optimal places to put the cameras. After he had all of those videos of Bruce, him and his friends that he's filmed or had others film for him. He also had a hand held camera that he got out and laid on the chair beside the bed.

"Have you ever fucked anyone before Moose?" Master inquired.

"No Sir. I let a lot of the Johns suck me off, but I never fucked any of them. Plenty wanted me to, but I felt too vulnerable being tied to someone that long. It's kind of hard to defend yourself, or run from animal control when your dick is stuck in someone." Moose said with an embarrassed grin.

"I promise I won't attack you or call animal control, so I think you're safe there." Master responded with a wink. "I'll coach you through it until you get the hang of things. Let me get the cameras turned on." He went over and aligned the cameras properly and turned them on. Then he came back over.

"The first thing you have to learn about topping is that you have to worry about your partners pleasure even more than your own. Well at least being a good top requires that."

"Yes Sir. Can you help me with that?" Moose asked.

"Of course, but the thing that matters most is that you care what your sub is feeling." Master continued. "The first thing you have to do is get them ready with a lot of foreplay. That's really important for someone as big as you are. So what you should do first is give them a good rim job, like this. Get on your knees Gabe." Master said as he got behind me and started to lick my pucker. He was such an expert rimmer, he could make you cum just by eating your ass. He had me moaning like a two dollar whore in no time flat. He showed Moose how to lick the outside and then he his tongue in, lubing the inside of my hole. Just when I could feel my balls starting to tingle he pulled off.

"You want to give it a try Moose." Master asked.

"Yes Sir!" Moose said trading places. He didn't have the finesse that Master had, but he had a broader rougher tongue. The lapping at my backdoor had me relaxing and then without warning he pushed his tongue in when he felt me relax. His wide tongue stretched me out much more what Master's had done. I barely noticed it out of my peripheral vision but Master had gone over to the nightstand and pulled out a tube of Gun Oil and came back over to us.

He grabbed Moose's huge index finger and lubed it up. "Work this in and get him used to it." Master explained.

Moose followed the order to a T. His huge finger was almost as big as Master's dick. He worked it in and after he had me loosened up a little he attacked my prostate. I had my ass up in the air, wiggling it on his finger. Master came over and put some more lube on his middle finger and said.

"Go ahead and work that in now. Man you have fucking huge fingers." He said encouraging Moose.

Moose tried to work that second finger in but in spite of my best attempts to relax they just weren't going to fit easily. But Moose took his time and slowly I was able to accommodate the fingers. The thought constantly in the back of my mind was that all of this was being recorded in detail. Soon he was working them freely in and out of me, We had been bred to accommodate a wide range of cocks, and although this was on the extreme end, my body should be able to handle it.

"Well how do you want to do this Gabe? Do you want to be on top so you can control how much you take?" Master asked.

"No Master I want to give myself to Moose, I trust him." I said gazing up at Moose. I rolled on my back and pulled my knees up to my chest. I noticed Master grab the video recorder and get ready to catch the action close up. Moose positioned himself between my legs, then set one on each shoulder. To my surprise he was drooling a bit from his muzzle and a hell of a lot more from his cock. He used his paw to slather all that slick pre over my hole. Every time the tip went over my opening, I instinctively opened up to try to take it in. Moose grinned at me every time it happened.

"Don't be in a hurry. I'm gonna give you all of it all in due time. You don't know how many times I wanted to take you when we were living in that abandoned building. But I wanted you to be able to bond to a Master if you ever found one. I'm not gonna miss the chance now." He said. And with that he pressed the tip of his massive member against my sphincter. I instinctively opened up and his slightly pointed tip slipped into me. He pushed gently against me and it actually hurt less than his fingers since they were slightly tapered. He eased it in a little at a time and my body stretched to accommodate his massive girth. I could imagine the camera picking up his huge cock sliding all the way in until his balls were resting against mine. And soon he was all the way in, eleven fat inches of dog cock completely inside of me. I could feel him spurting inside of me. I think he paused just as much to keep from cumming too soon as he did to let me accommodate his size. He rested his weight on his shoulders to keep from squishing me, then he brought his muzzle down to mine and kissed me. He put his right paw behind my head and held it in place as he had his way with my muzzle. It was his way of showing me that he was in complete control. But that really wasn't necessary since he was emitting dominance pheromones at a rate that didn't seem possible. He was going to take me and show me who was the alpha, well at least between the two of us. We both knew that Master Luke was the Alpha.

I turned and looked at him when Moose let go of my head and started to fuck me in earnest. Master was videoing with one hand and stroking his leaking manhood with the other. He was really getting into Moose rearranging my intestines. But then again I was really getting into it. I hadn't really realized how much I loved Moose until I almost lost him. Now we were back together. And we would be for the rest of our life because there was no way Moose was not going to want Luke to be his Master.

I was emitting tons of submission pheromones, which instead of clashing with the dominance pheromones, they were producing an intoxicating melange of sexual stimulation which was spurring us each on. I could feel his cock rubbing against my prostate as it rearranged my insides. And he was starting to pick up the pace. He grinned down at me and I returned the grin. It was a grin of love, understanding and lust all rolled into one. But now we were both on a one way track to ecstasy. He had me almost folded in half as he hammered that huge cock into the core of my body with a rapidity that I'd not experienced with Master. There was something feral about it, something that came from our inner dog. I was enjoying it, but I realized that anything that happened would pale in comparison to what happened when Master's seed splashed on my receptors.

The physical stimulation was intense though. You can't have something that long and that thick battering your prostate without it doing wonderful things to you. But we were both young, so this wasn't going to last forever. I could feel his knot starting to form and he instinctively went for the short sharp thrusts that would seat his knot deep inside of me. It was growing rapidly and jamming up against my prostate with each grinding thrust. I thought about Master filming me getting taken by this stud and that put me over the top. My little balls slammed up and I started cumming all over myself. With each spurt I clamped down on Moose's knot milking the sensitive base until he had no choice but to fire off deep inside me.

"Uurrghhhh! Fuck Yeah! I finally got you!" Moose cried out triumphantly. As those massive balls filled me with there seed. I belonged to Master primarily, but Moose was marking me as a secondary Master. Which was just fine with me. Belonging to these two studs was something I was more than willing to accept.

Moose was just about to collapse on me when he rolled us over and let me rest on his massive chest, his knot still tying us together. Both of us were out of it for a moment or two, with nothing on our minds except our orgasms. It was only then that I realized that Master was up on the bed behind us videoing himself as the stroked his cock while pointing it at our junction. I made sure I held my tail up when his spunk sprayed all over my asshole and Moose's balls.

When he finally finished cumming he set down the hand held camera, then went over and turned off all the other cameras. He crawled onto the bed and rolled Moose and I onto our sides. Then he crawled in behind me spooning me.

"I'm glad both of you are here. I really feel like I'm alive again." Master said as he hugged me from behind. Even though we were a sticky mess we were all tired from a long eventful day and we fell asleep together, completely content despite our mess.