Date: Fri, 11 Mar 2022 06:51:30 +0000
From: Dave Arnold <bigstuddog@live.com>
Subject: The Initiate

The Initiate

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High School sports, locker rooms, jockstraps and smoking hot Doberman
triplets everything a subby young Shep could dream of...

Just as a historical note the Doberman breed was developed in Germany by
Karl Friedrich Louis Dobermann in the 1890's. If you notice some of the
names in the story come from his name. The last name of the Doberman
triplets is Freidrich, Tony's Master is Karl, and one of the brothers is
Louis. Just thought it was a good way to honor the man responsible for
developing this wonderful breed.


The Initiate

"Hey Tony! I heard they just posted the results of the tryouts on the door
of Coach Jackson's office." The excited voice was coming from Ed who was
hurrying down the hallway towards me as I was throwing my last period books
into my locker.

"Cool! Let's go see if we made the team." I replied as I slammed my locker
door and clicked the combination lock closed. Tony and I had both been
starters on the Junior High football team last year. I had been the
quarterback and Ed had been our best receiver, but since we were only
Sophomores there was a good chance that we wouldn't make the varsity squad
this year. We had gone through the two a day workouts all summer and hadn't
performed half bad, but now was decision time, would we be on the Varsity
or on the Junior Varsity?

We ran through the halls, keeping an eye out for the hall monitors as we
dodged around our school mates that were clogging the hall. We got to the
coaches door eager to see if we had made the team but a bunch of upper
class dogs were already crowded 4 or 5 deep around it trying to find their
names on the list. The only ones that didn't seem to be concerned about the
list were the Friedrich brothers, who were standing off to the side looking
rather bored. But then why would they be concerned, everyone knew they were
going to make the team. Karl, Louis and Quentin were Senior Doberman
triplets. Their father had played Quarterback in the NFL and was a nominee
for the Hall of Fame. His sons definitely took after their dad. Karl had
been selected as the All State Quarterback as a junior, while Louis and
Quentin had been All District at running back and wide receiver
respectively. All three were hoping to be All State this year

All three of them were confident to the point of cockiness. Karl had been
my role model and hero for the last two years. I had gone to every varsity
game home and away last year to watch him play. He was an Adonis of a dog
standing 6'4" tall and 240 lbs of twisted steel and sex appeal. His
brothers were almost as hot as he was.

Ed and I finally got up close enough to the list to see. The names were in
alphabetical order so I worked my way down to the Rs and sure enough there
it was Anthony Reinhard. I pumped my fist in the air and let out a
"YESSSSSS!!!!"

Ed found his name and mimicked my move. We were both on the team even
though we knew we would both be backups. We headed into the locker room,
changed into our practice gear and ran up to the team room. Being Sophs we
had to sit up front because the older dogs had dibbs on the back seats. The
last ones up to the room were the Friedrich brothers, who swaggered in and
grabbed their customary chairs in the back corner of the room.

Coach Jackson came into the room followed by his assistants and walked up
to his little podium at the front of the room. It wasn't wide enough to
cover his whole body. He was a fat middle aged Rottie. He had once been a
good college football player but since he quit playing he had let himself
go to seed. But he was a great football coach who always seemed to get his
team into the playoffs. Last year thanks to the Friedrich brothers we had
been the state runner up, this year the goal was to win it all.

Coach started his spiel congratulating all of us that made the team, but
let us know that that was just the first step. "Anybody that isn't willing
to do EVERYTHING they can do to help this team should get up and walk out
right now. I will accept nothing less than TOTAL commitment to winning." He
droned on for a while and then he came to something else that caught my
ears. "Now all of you Sophs that made the team, there is an initiation of
sorts. You will be assigned to a senior who plays the same position as
you. Your job is to carry his gear and pretty much do whatever he asks
you. In return he will show you the ropes for your position."

There were only five 10th graders that made the varsity and he called them
up one at a time and then called up the senior who was their "Master". Ed
was called up and Coach called Quentin Friedrich to the front and paired
them up.

"Reinhard, Anthony." Coach called and I walked up to the front. "Karl, get
up here." I had already figured out that I would end up Karl's "Slave", I
mean he was the only senior QB on the roster, but even so my heart started
fluttering as he approached. As he walked up coach said to me. "I know you
were pretty good in Jr. High and we'll be counting on you next year. This
is your chance to learn from the best QB we've ever had at this school."

I nodded my head and said, "Yes Sir."

Karl had finally sauntered up to the front of the room. "Karl this is
Anthony, your "Slave" for this year. Please don't abuse him too much."
Coach said rolling his eyes.

"Who me?" Karl said with a malevolent sparkle in his dark eyes. I was still
star struck, I mean he was a football god and I was gonna get to learn off
of him all season.

"Hmmm... You may be good for more than just the usual stuff." He said
cryptically as he reached out and tousled my headfur. He tossed me his
helmet and I carried it out to the field as I followed him. I guess I could
have walked beside him but I was mesmerized by his tight ass underneath his
football pants. You could see every muscle in his sexy butt move when he
sauntered out to the field. That and the sexy little stub sticking out the
back was giving me a stiffy. I managed to stick my paw into my jock and
rearrange my junk before I got up beside Karl. I was wearing my football
helmet but I held his in front of me so he wouldn't see that I was sporting
wood. We finally got to the field and ran a warm up lap then did our
stretching exercises as a team. When we did exercises that required a
partner I worked with Karl. After we did our stretching we broke into
groups to do drills. The receivers and the QB worked together on some
passing drills so in addition to Karl and I, Ed and Quentin also were in
this grouping. I watched Karl throwing whenever I could. He really zipped
the ball, especially when he was throwing to his brother. The drill seemed
to fly by and when it was over Karl called me over to him.

"Come here pup. You did OK but there's some things you can improve on." He
said, and then he walked me through the motions of how to get a quicker
release from my throwing motion. One of the things I noticed was that even
though he was the star of the team he worked harder than anyone else. Soon
it was time to head to the showers so he tossed me his helmet and we headed
to the field house.

I figured that we were going to head to the showers, but Karl headed down
the steps to the dungeon, which was our nickname for the weight room. I put
his helmet on a bench and took mine off and set it right beside it. He
peeled off his jersey. His upper body was huge and it tapered down to a
narrow flat waist with a well defined 8 pack under that short Dobie
coat. Being a Shepherd I would never look that good because with our heavy
double coat it is really tough to look defined. "Hey Slave, a little help
with the shoulder pads." He ordered. I quickly untied his shoulder pads as
he was sitting on the bench and he lifted his arms so I could pull them off
over his head. I had never seen someone so cut in my life. His body looked
like one of those muscle anatomy dummies that didn't have any skin. Then to
my shock he pulled off his uniform pants so he was just standing there with
his jock strap on. Or should I say with just a filled to bursting jock
strap on.

I couldn't help myself, I was immediately sporting serious wood. I didn't
notice him talking until the second "Hey Slave."

I finally came around and said "Yes Karl?"

"When were alone you're to refer to me as Master. Understood?" He said with
a mischievous glint in his dark eyes.

"Yes Master." I replied obediently.

"Good. You're gonna spot for me while I lift." It wasn't a request it was
an order, but I would have done anything he asked me anyway.

He started lifting and about 20 minutes into it I heard the door to the
dungeon open and coach yelled down to Karl. "Are you still down there?
Hurry your ass up, everyone else is gone and I wanna get out of here. I'm
starving." With as fat as Coach was I seriously doubted that he was
starving. He could probably live off of his stored fat reserves for a year.

"Don't worry coach, I'll lock up." With that I heard the door close and I
realized that it was just the two of us alone. Here I was with the biggest
stud in the school, who was in nothing but a jock. I had always known I was
turned on by dogs instead of bitches, but what were the chances of a stud
like Karl being interested in dogs too. He went through a 45 minute almost
nonstop workout with weights I couldn't even begin to handle. All I could
do was try not to oogle that hot body, made even hotter by the fact that
all he had on was an overstuffed jock. "Well Slave grab my stuff and bring
it to the locker room, it's time to shower up and blow this joint." He
said, his voice an imitation of a phrase from an old movie as he got up
from the bench after his last set.

His body had been cut before he started lifting, but now he had a huge pump
on and his muscles were just rippling under his sweat slick pelt. His hot
sweaty body just reeked dominance pheromones and testosterone, it was
making me hard despite how much I was trying to think of other things. We
got back to the locker room and I put his stuff away as he slid his jock
off with his back to me, grabbed his towel, threw it over his shoulder and
walked into the showers. I heard the water start to flow as I started
stripping out of my uniform and pads. I grabbed my towel and headed over to
the shower. Fortunately while I was concentrating on getting out of my gear
my boner had gone down to just a semi. I walked into the shower and grabbed
a shower as far away from Karl as I could.

"Hey Slave, use this shower." He said pointing to the one right next to
him. "I need you to soap my back and maybe massage my muscles."

I turned my shower off and went to the one he pointed to. I adjusted the
water until it was pretty hot. I had really mixed emotions about
this. First I was gonna get to put my paws on the creature I had been
fantasizing about ever since I had figured out that you could do something
with your dick other than piss with it. But on the other paw there was no
fucking way I wasn't gonna sport major wood right in front of the dog I
idolized if I was massaging his naked body. Just the thought of it had me
hard already. Fortunately he was turned away from me so he couldn't see
that I had a throbbing boner in my sheath.

He tossed the shampoo bottle over his shoulder and told me, "Get started
Slave, we haven't got all night."

I caught the bottle out of the air, squirted a dollop on my paw and started
to rub it into his shoulders. Then I squirted a line of shampoo down his
spine, put the bottle on the floor and started working the shampoo into his
broad muscular back. Feeling all of his pumped up muscles had me on the
edge of blowing my load. The only thing that saved me was the thought that
if I started cumming all over his back he would probably kill me. Soon I
had him all lathered up so I started at his shoulders. I could feel the
knots in his muscles so I kneaded all of them out then worked my way down
his back.

Karl was making a pleasured sound, somewhere between a growl and a moan as
I worked over his muscles. "You're doing a great job Slave. I could really
start to get used to this..." he said then he let out another growl/moan. I
was feeling pretty proud of myself, I mean my hero felt I was pretty good
at this. "Don't forget the glutes!" He reminded me. I reached down and
grabbed the shampoo bottle, squirted some on my paw and rubbed it between
my paws. While I was down there I managed to get a good look at Karl's
package from behind. He had the biggest set of low hangers I had ever seen
and his flaccid sheath was hanging down over them. I decided to get on my
knees to massage his ass. As I did I imagined what it would be like
kneeling in front of him and worshiping him properly. That was a dangerous
thought in my present state so I tried to get my mind off of it.

I massaged his ass for a minute or so and he finally said, "I could do this
all night, but unfortunately I got things to do. Get up so I can soap you
up."

I got up and immediately turned my back toward him so he couldn't see my
boner. I handed him the shampoo and he squirted some on my shoulders and
down my spine and lathered me up. When he got to my ass he squirted more
shampoo on me then worked it into my fur. Being a Shepherd I have a long
bushy tail so he squirted some onto it too, but after he worked it in his
paw worked its way to my tailhole. He ran a finger around it teasingly,
then reached between my legs and lathered up my balls. I couldn't suppress
the moan as I was on the verge of blowing my load. He removed his paws from
between my legs, only to reach around me and grab my boner in his big paw.

"Hmmm... Looks like the puppy's got a bone..." he laughed as he stroked my
sheath up and down my 6 inches. I only lasted two strokes before my balls
slammed up against my body and my load erupted out of my throbbing
boner. "That's your reward for the great massage pup." He informed me as he
let go of my knot. "Lets rinse off and get out of here."

It took me a lot longer to rinse off than it did Karl. Trying to get all
the shampoo out of my thick bushy double coat took forever. I was also at a
disadvantage getting dried too. You would think in this day and age our
school would have high speed driers in the locker room like most of the
other schools in the area did.

When I was finally dried and dressed Karl handed me his backpack with his
books in it and I put his over one shoulder and mine over my other shoulder
and walked out to the parking lot. Karl's car was the only one in the
lot. It was a new candy apple red Corvette Stingray. Damn was it sweet!

"Well? What do you think of it?" Karl said, sweeping his arm over it.

"Man that is a smokin hot ride!"

"Dad got it for me for being named All State QB. My brothers only got
Cameros. Dad told them they should have worked harder." He said, a bit of
pride creeping into his voice. "Hop in, I'll give you a ride home."

I opened the door and put our book bags behind the seat. I got in and said,
"Man it's immaculate in here. I'm worried I'll get fur all over it."

"Don't worry about that. You can vacuum it when you're washing it
Saturday." I wasn't sure if he was joking or not, he seemed to take this
Master/Slave stuff seriously. But he was at least holding up his end of the
bargain. He had already taught me a ton about being a QB.

I closed the door and he fired up the engine. He left the parking lot and
turned the wrong way to go to my house. "Master I live about a mile that
way." I said pointing behind us.

"Don't worry, I wanna show you what this baby can do!" He replied as he
turned left onto a back country road. He hit the gas and burned rubber for
about 30 feet, then the car rocketed forward. The road we were on was
straight and deserted for several miles, so he worked his way through the
gearbox. I looked over at the speedometer and we were going 140 mph which
shocked me, I had never gone that fast. The next thing I knew he had his
paw on my knee.

Between the adrenaline rush from the speed and his paw on my knee I was
starting to chub again. He had taken his foot off of the gas and we were
slowing down as we started to come to an area where there were some
curves. He took his paw off of my knee to downshift, then moved it back to
my knee. My jeans were tented, my boner trapped in a very uncomfortable
position. Karl seemed to notice it and appeared to be taking delight in my
discomfort. But soon we were pulling up in front of my house. I opened the
door, hopped out and grabbed my backpack from behind the seat.

As I was reaching for my backpack Karl said, "As soon as you get to school
meet me in the cafeteria so we can go over your duties."

"Yes Master." I replied as closed the door. I wondered what "duties" he was
talking about.

He burned rubber as he took off down my street. I walked into the house and
was in a hurry to get to my room to take care of my "problem", but
unfortunately my mom stopped me. I held my backpack in front of my groin to
hide my "condition".

"Why are you just getting home?" She asked. "And who gave you the ride home
in that hot rod."

"Mom this is varsity now, we have to practice longer." I said a little
exasperated. "Besides I'm 15, I shouldn't have to report where I am every
minute of the day." I added rolling my eyes.

"Don't you roll your eyes at me Anthony Wayne Reinhard! Practice can't be
that much longer. I called Ed's mom and he was home an hour ago." She said,
the grilling just beginning I was sure.

"Well his Master... I mean his mentor must have let him go earlier than
mine did." I replied.

"What do you mean his mentor must have let him go earlier?"

I explained the whole mentor system for Sophomores to her. Then I explained
how Karl was my mentor and how he did a lot of extra work and I was
expected to help him.

"Karl Friedrich? He's such a handsome pup. I went to school with his
father..." She said getting a dreamy look in her eyes. "But anyway," she
continued snapping out of her reverie, "I still think this mentor system is
ridiculous. You shouldn't have to carry his stuff, it's almost like you're
a slave."

"Oh Mom, you're being overly dramatic! It's not like being a slave." I
lied, it was exactly what they called it. "Karl is spending a lot of time
teaching me how to be a QB, it's only right that I should give him
something in return."

"I still don't like it, but I know how important football is to you. But if
your grades come down I'm pulling you out of it."

"I'll keep my grades up, don't worry." I' don't know why she was bugging me
about that, I always got straight A's in school.

"Well your father and I have already eaten, but I made you a plate. It's in
the refrigerator, you can nuke it and eat it in your room while you do your
homework." She said as she turned and walked back into the living room to
watch TV with my dad.

I grabbed the plate out of the fridge and took the foil off of it. At least
it was something that nuked well. There was roast beef, mashed potatoes and
gravy and buttered corn along with a home made roll. My mom made awesome
rolls. I nuked it up but I couldn't get my mind off of the naked form of
Karl, so of course I was still hard as a rock. Even my knot was fully
formed,which meant I was almost ready to cum in my shorts.

I threw my backpack over my shoulder, poured myself a big glass of milk and
grabbed my plate out of the microwave when the timer went off. I quickly
made my way up to my room. Each step caused my jeans to rub against my knot
almost causing me to spew. As it was by the time I got up to my room the
front my shorts were soaked with precum. I got my books out and tried to do
my Algebra II homework but all I could think of was Karl's hot body in the
shower. I tried for about 10 minutes to get the work done, but I knew
nothing was going to sink into my head while it was filled with images of
the hottest body I had ever seen.

I locked my door and stripped out of my clothes. I stepped in front of the
full length mirror hanging on my closet door to take inventory of
myself. What I saw staring back at me wasn't half bad. I was 5'11" tall,
the doctor said I should grow another two inches. I was about 180 lbs with
a 28" waist. I was more of a wiry build with very little fat on my frame. I
ran my paw over my abs, I could feel the beginnings of a decent 6 pack but
it was obscured by the fact that us Sheps have thick double coats unlike
the short sleek coats of dogs like Dobies. Some of my double coated
brethren had opted to get a full body clipping done to show off their
muscles, but I wasn't quite that vain. I thought it looked pretty lame to
be honest. My coat was a lustrous black and mahogany, definitely nothing to
be embarrassed about. Then I gazed down at my dangly bits. I was just an
average 6 inches and my balls were average for someone my age, they would
probably grow a little, but they would never be anywhere near the size of
Karl's package. My Master was one fucking primo stud.

Just thinking about him made my balls start to tingle and my already hard
cock begin to throb. All I could think about was getting on my knees in
front of my Master and worshiping him properly. I imagined what his cock
would feel like in my paw as I stroked his sheath up and down that huge
slab of Dobie meat. Ed and I had occasionally jerked each other off, but I
had never taken him in my muzzle. All I could think about was what it would
feel like to have a stud like that taking charge of my muzzle. It didn't
take me long before I was blasting my load into a Kleenex.

With that taken care of I could finally get down to getting my homework
done. I got it done fairly quickly even though I was still frequently
distracted by fantasies of my sexy Master. It had been a long day and after
I finished up my homework I decided to go to bed. Well sort of any way. I
lay in my bed and edged for almost an hour thinking of Karl and the things
I hoped he'd do to me before I finally blew my load while I imagined him
taking my tight little tailhole's virginity. It's funny how a nice orgasm
is the best sleeping aid there is...

I woke up with a woody and needed to take care of it before I started my
day. I hopped into the shower and pounded one out reliving what happened in
the shower with Karl the day before. I dressed and went down to eat
breakfast with mom and dad. Mom was great in that respect, she always made
us a huge breakfast, bacon, eggs and homefries washed down with a great big
glass of milk. Just what an athlete needed to start his day.

I caught the bus and grabbed my usual seat with Ed. "How did things go with
Quentin?" I asked.

"It was pretty cool, he had me carry his books to his Camero after we got
out of the showers, then he took off. Man is that a sweet ride!" He
replied. "How long were you here last night? Your mom called my mom and
wondered why you weren't home."

"Karl had me spot for him while he lifted for 45 minutes or so. Then we
showered up and he had me carry his books to his CORVETTE! That car is
smokin. He told me to get in and he took me for a ride. He had the thing up
to 140 mph!"

"No way! A Corvette? And you got to ride in it?" Ed looked at me
incredulously.

"Yeah! It was awesome. Plus he showed me a lot about playing QB. He wants
me to meet him in the Cafeteria when we get to school."

"What for?"

"He just said he wants to show me what my duties are."

"Sounds like he takes this slave stuff seriously." Ed added dubiously.

"He does, but he also takes his end of the bargain seriously. I'm gonna
learn everything I can from him." I finished as the bus pulled up to the
school. I hurried to the cafeteria anxious to see what my new duties were,
and even more anxious to spend whatever little time I would get with
Karl. I saw him at the corner table where all the cool senior dogs hung
out, so I walked over to the table.

"Slave! Get over here!" Karl called out when he saw me. "Hey Fred find
another seat, I need that seat for my slave. We've got business to take
care of." He ordered one of the other seniors at the table. Fred got up and
Karl pointed at the seat and commanded me to, "Sit!" I quickly sat in the
chair beside him. "Good puppy!" He said and everybody laughed. He tousled
my headfur as I turned bright red under my fur. It was a good thing I had
worked a load out when I woke up. Just sitting beside this stud who's
dominance pheromones were already bleeding through his scent blocker, would
have left me with an embarrassing erection.

"Everybody this is my 'slave' Tony. He's a good pup, I'm sure you'll be
seeing a lot of him while he goes about his 'duties'." Soon everybody was
back to whatever conversations they were involved in. Karl handed me a
sheet of paper. It was a copy of his class schedule. "These are my classes
this term." He handed me a slip of paper and added, "That's the combination
to my lock and my locker number. Memorize the numbers."

I looked at the number, 18-12-24 and the locker was C-36. I read it a few
times and said, "OK, I think I've got it."

"OK swallow the paper."

"Haha, real funny." I responded to his ridiculous request.

"I'm serious, swallow the fucking paper." He ordered looking completely
serious.

"Yes Sir." I responded as I put the slip of paper in my mouth, chewed it a
bit then swallowed.

"Good Pup." He said as he tousled my headfur again. "I think you're gonna
work out just fine."

"What am I supposed to do with the schedule?" I asked, my ears perked with
curiosity.

"Well if you'll notice I have the title of the text book for each class
listed beside the class. You need to grab whatever book I need for the next
period, bring it to my next class and take my book from the last period."
He said, challenging me with his eyes to disagree.

I dropped my eyes submissively and just replied with a subservient, "Yes
Sir."

"Good! Now that we have that out of the way, lets go over those new plays
coach added to the playbook." While we were going over the plays he treated
me like I was a best friend not his slave. He really understood the plays
and helped me understand them too. "Tony if you work hard you'll get a lot
of playing time this year. There's plenty of local teams that we'll blow
out this year and if I feel comfortable with how you're doing I'll make
sure Coach lets you finish out some of these games. I'd like to save myself
as much as I can for the playoffs."

"Gee! Thanks Sir!" I exclaimed as the bell to head to home room sounded. On
my way to home room I stopped at Karl's locker and got the first 2 books on
the list and then stopped by my locker to get the books for my first two
classes. I shoved them all into my backpack and slung it over my shoulder,
then headed into homeroom.

As soon as the bell rang to head to our first period class I hurried toward
Karl's first period classroom. He was waiting outside it talking to a sexy
little Poodle in a mini skirt and tight sweater. I recognized her as the
head cheerleader. I walked up to him and stood off to the side to be
unobtrusive, but he waved me over.

"Fifi this is my 'Slave' Tony. As his initiation he has to do pretty much
anything I say." She just giggled. "Tony this is my girlfriend Fifi."

My heart sank at the word girlfriend, but I managed a polite, "Pleased to
meet you Fifi."

"Well you better run to class pup, I don't want you to get detention for
being late."

And I did just that. That was pretty much my schedule for the day. Find
Karl, exchange books, run to my own class... Repeat. At least until it was
lunch time. I rushed to the cafeteria and was the eighth pup in line when
Karl sauntered up to me.

"Get a double lunch and then meet me at the senior table." He said then
extended his paw to hand me some money. I took the money from him and he
walked off. I looked at it and it was enough for two lunches. I bought the
double lunch and headed over to the "senior table" where Karl had saved a
seat next to him. His brothers were both at the table, but Ed wasn't at the
table with his Master. I wasn't sure if the double lunch was all for him
and I would have to get at the end of the line to get my own or not. I sat
the tray down in front of him and he started to dig in.

"Are you gonna eat or not?" He asked.

"Well I wasn't sure if that was all for you or not. You gave me enough
money for a double lunch." I said completely unsure of myself.

"Slaves don't buy their own food. Now grab a burger and start chowing
down." I grabbed a burger and finished it quickly then we split the double
order of fries. When we finished them Karl handed me some more money and
said, "Slave I'm still hungry, go up and get us a couple more
cheeseburgers."

I got back in the line which was mostly gone by now and got a couple more
cheeseburgers and headed back to our table. I put them down on the tray and
Karl started to eat his. Just then Frank, a senior Rottie, said to me, "Hey
Slave go get me a burger too."

Karl jumped out of his seat so quickly that it slammed against the wall and
he grabbed Frank out of his chair by the scruff of the neck, slammed him
against the wall and growled, "That's MY 'Slave' and nobody abuses MY
'Slave' except me! UNDERSTOOD?"

"Yyyeah Karl, I was just kidding around." Frank stuttered obviously shaken.

"And that goes for the rest of you too; fucking with MY 'Slave' is just
like fucking with me." He said glaring at all of them. I knew Dobies had a
reputation of being protective, but wow, he was downright scary. "Eat your
burger slave." He said as he calmed down as if nothing had happened.

But that's the way things went until school was over. I grabbed the books I
needed for my homework and then headed to Karl's locker. He was busy
talking to Fifi, but he told me to open his locker and grab his
backpack. Then he told my which books to throw into it. I threw each of the
backpacks over a shoulder as he said his goodbyes to Fifi and followed him
to the locker room.

Practice went great; Karl was really showing me tons of new stuff. I would
never be as good as he was, I just didn't have his genetics, but I could
really see myself getting a scholarship to a small college if I worked as
hard as he did.

When practice was over we headed down to the dungeon again while everyone
else headed to the showers. I followed Karl down and helped him remove his
gear. He stripped down to the jockstrap again which gave me an instant
boner. He was just so fucking sexy, but the bastard ruined everything by
having a girlfriend. He headed over to the squat rack and directed me to
help him load the bar. We stopped when we had 710 lbs on the bar. I hoped
he could handle it because there was no fucking way in hell that I could
handle that weight if he lost it.

He sloooowly lowered himself all the way down, his huge quads bulging with
the strain. His glutes were also rippling as he worked his way back up. He
did 10 perfect reps with all that weight, but I still think I had the most
pumped up muscle in the dungeon. My love muscle was harder than Chinese
Algebra and it was trapped at an uncomfortable angle by my jock. When he
put the weight back on the rack I quickly adjusted my package. He turned
just then and 'caught' me red pawed, and grinned evilly at me.

"Looks like your having a 'hard' time concentrating on the lifting
tonight." He said turning around to face me. "I guess I am too." He added
when he was facing me and I saw his engorged sheath sticking up above the
waist band of his jock. He put his paws on my shoulders and firmly pushed
me down to my knees in front of him. Right in front of my eyes, partially
encased in a jockstrap, was 9" of rock hard dripping Dobie cock.

Despite how much I wanted it I wasn't sure that I wanted him to know I was
gay. "I'm not sure we should be doing this." I protested weakly.

"Remember what Coach said, you slaves are supposed to do whatever we ask
you. I didn't hear him make exceptions... Besides I've been watching you,
you know you want it. Don't you."

I nodded, blushing furiously. I'm sure the insides of my ears were bright
red from the embarrassment, but my desire to get my paws on Karl's doghood
easily outweighed any embarrassment that I had. Ed and I had jerked each
other off a few times, but I had a feeling that Karl wasn't planning on
settling on getting pawed off.

"Just relax and enjoy it, this is just between master and slave. Go on,
take my jock off."

I reached up and grabbed one side of his waistband in each paw and slid it
down over his hip and down to the floor. When I pulled his jock off I was
almost overpowered by the musky odor of his dominance pheromones. His cock
was gorgeous, the tip of that 9 inch love muscle just peeking out of the
tip of his sheath, pre oozing out of his piss slit, down his sheath onto
his two large low hangers before dripping onto the floor.

Daringly I stuck out my tongue and caught the next drop of pre just as it
was about to drip from his balls. The dominance pheromones in it made me
whimper piteously. I had a taste of my Master, now I needed more. Any
pretense of shyness disappeared as my tongue went to work, first working
over his nuts then following the trail of pre up his sheath to its
source. I cradled his nads with my left paw while I skinned his sheath down
with my right, exposing a dick that exceeded anything from my hottest wet
dream.

The thick red gnarled shaft had veins protruding all over it. I still
gripped his sheath in my paw and started running it up and down his
shaft. He let out a low rumbling growl of pleasure as I took his dickhead
into my eager muzzle. I ran my tongue around his head while I slowly bobbed
my head up and down on his maleness, taking more in each time my head went
down. It almost seemed like he was ready to blow when he grabbed me by the
ears and pulled me off of his shaft. He put his paw under my muzzle and
tilted my head up to look into my eyes.

"I'll bet you've been fantasizing about this since yesterday, haven't you?"
He asked cockily.

"No. I've been dreaming about this ever since I figured out what my cock
was for. The first time I ever jerked off I was thinking about you."

I think I touched his pride and vanity, but I wasn't aiming for that. It
was the truth, he had been the subject of most of my stroke
fantasies. "Well see, sometimes dreams actually cum true." He said as he
wiped his cockhead over my lips. I tried to take him back into my muzzle
but he kept it just out of my reach.

"Please Master, I want it." I pleaded.

"I love it when you beg!" He smirked as he grabbed me by the ears again and
thrust into my muzzle. "You're gonna suck my cock anytime I ask you to,
aren't you?"

I tried to say "Yes Master!" but it's hard to do when 9 inches of doghood
is playing tonsil hockey in your muzzle. I could fit about 7 inches of it
in my muzzle but the last two had nowhere to go except down my
throat. After the first two of three thrusts I was able to take it the
whole way down without gagging. That's about the time Karl lost control. He
was on the edge. He gripped my ears tighter and started fucking my
face. Between my eagerness to service him and his dominance pheromones and
musk I submitted fully to him letting him use my muzzle as he saw fit. I
could feel his knot starting to form outside my lips so I gripped the base
of it causing his massive load to explode down my throat. He held my head
steady as he continued to face fuck me, shooting another huge spurt of
Dobie spunk down my throat with each thrust. Finally he pulled my head
away, grabbed his doghood and continued cum painting my face and chest with
his spooge.

I realized that somewhere along the line I had started cumming too, even
though I was still in my uniform. I was going to have to continue spotting
for him even though my cum was starting to 'spot' through my uniform
pants. His workout only took 20 more minutes, since it was only a legs
day. He did 4 more sets of squats and then got on the leg extension machine
and the hamstring curl machine to finish out his workout. Since he didn't
need spotted on the machines I was able to do sets in between his.

By the time we had finished up our session of course everyone else was
gone. Coach hadn't even bothered to yell down to us, he just packed his
shit and left with the rest of the team. When we got to the shower room
Karl just slipped off his jock, tossed it over his shoulder at me and
walked into the shower, leaving me to put away his pads and put his uniform
into the mesh bag to be washed. Before I put his jock in the bag I sniffed
it good, his musk and pheromones making me hard almost immediately. I was
tempted to take it home to put over my muzzle when I pounded one out
tonight but I thought better of it. I got out of my stuff and headed to the
shower.

Karl already had the shower next to him running, waiting for me to get
in. He was relaxing in the hot water, his soapy paw stroking his sheath up
and down his sexy dogmeat. I soaped up his back and massaged his muscles
and he returned the favor just like last time. Then he turned me around and
we both soaped up each others fronts, finishing up with our dangly bits. He
pulled me close to him, holding me tightly against his massive chest. Then
he put his paw under my muzzle and tilted my head up until I was looking at
him. He brought his slightly parted muzzle down to mine. I froze
terrified. I didn't know what to do, I had never kissed someone before.

His lips brushed mine, then covered them possessively. I could feel his
tongue running across the front of my lips then parting them and running
across my teeth. I finally opened up in surrender to my Master and his
tongue snaked into my muzzle like it owned the place. I guess technically
it did own me since I was his slave, but I was shocked to realize just how
much I liked this kissing stuff. Soon our tongues were entwined and dancing
together in my muzzle. Our cocks were rock hard, slowly and sensuously
undulating across each other while we continued to tongue wrestle.

The next thing really surprised me. Karl lowered me to the shower floor
right under the running water and followed me down to the floor. He
positioned me on my back then crawled between my legs. I wasn't sure I was
ready to get fucked yet. I mean he was awful fucking big to take up my
virgin asshole, but fortunately that wasn't what he had in mind. He lowered
himself until he was laying on top of me and lined his massive doghood up
with my much smaller maleness. He started thrusting against me as he
brought his muzzle back against mine. Of course I opened my muzzle
immediately to accommodate him. I was sucking on his tongue while he thrust
against me.

Being dominated by such an alpha stud was incredibly erotic, I could feel
his big hard gnarled cock rubbing against my much smaller smoother meat. At
the end of each forward thrust I could feel his big low hangers ramming
against my smaller tight sack. The soap was lubing us up so our cocks were
sliding sensuously against each others, unlike anything I had ever felt in
my life. The tingling in my balls was starting to build as he increased the
intensity of the thrusting. But every time he increased speed we would lose
contact with each other causing us to have to start over and try to get the
rhythm back.

Finally Karl raised up to his knees again, looking down on me. "Slave hold
your paws like this." He said and he positioned my paws on either side of
my dick, making guide rails for his big hot rod. He lowered himself down
again and I guided his tool down between my paws. As he thrust against me
the undersides of our cocks slid against each other, the lather lubing us
as Karl picked up speed. He thrust even harder against me, making sure I
knew just who was in charge. We were two horny teenage pups so there was no
way in hell we were going to last very long. My Master finally could take
it no longer and cried out, "Grab my knot Slave!

I gripped the bases of our knots as we went over the edge. Karl grunted out
his dominance as his huge balls jumped and he started to blast his load
onto me. I could feel the spooge jetting through his urethra as it rocketed
out of the tip of his doghood. The only downside I could think of is that
it was a waste of such a big tasty load. I could feel it hitting my chest
fur as my own load sprayed all over my belly. Karl collapsed on top of me
his full weight pinning me to the wet tile. Both of us were panting from
our exertion as we lay there recovering. He finally pushed back up to his
knees looking down possessively at me. He put his big paw over the pool of
his spooge on my chest and started to rub it into me, semi-instinctively
trying to mark me as his. But there was really no need for that, as far as
I was concerned he was my Master even without the initiation stuff. He was
my hero and I would do anything he wanted me to do.

"Thank you Master." I said almost reverently as I gazed up at him
adoringly.

He moved his spooge covered paw up to caress my cheek, the paw now
caressing my muzzle just reeked of his essence. "I think we both enjoyed
that one..." He replied as he lowered himself down to kiss me again. My
muzzle was immediately open to accept that thick Dobie tongue. His musk and
dominance pheromones were intensified by the hot steam in the shower and I
couldn't help but submit unconditionally to my Master.

Unfortunately he broke the kiss long before I was ready. I whimpered in
protest but to no avail. "It's getting late Slave, we don't have time to do
anything else. We stood up and soaped up each others fronts to get the
spooge off. After a quick hop in the shower got dressed and Karl drove me
home. When we pulled into my drive way Karl pulled my muzzle over to his
and gave me a quick kiss. "You're working out even better than I expected."
He told me then let me go to grab my stuff and head to the house.

The next day at school went pretty much the same as the previous one did. I
was Karl's errand pup, carrying his books, getting his lunch and just his
general overall gofer. But I did get to hang around Karl and all the cool
senior dogs. It was also becoming obvious that most of the other pups in my
grade would have given anything to be Karl's slave and get to hang out with
him. I mean he was THE Big Dog On Campus, the most popular dog in the
school.

We were done eating and just lounging waiting for the bell that signified
the end of lunch period to ring. Karl got up and told me, "Come over here,
there's something I need to tell you." We walked over to the window where
we couldn't be overheard. "What class do you have next period?" He asked.

"I've got a study hall." I replied my ears rose in curiosity.

"That will work perfectly. I've got one too and Coach is running it. Yeah
this will work perfectly." He said cryptically.

"What will work perfectly?" I asked.

"Fifteen minutes into class tell the teacher running your study hall that
you need a pass to use the John and then meet me in the second floor
restroom in the shop wing. Nobody ever uses that one." He said. I was about
to ask him what he wanted me for but he cut me off. "You don't need to
know, just be there." He demanded imperiously.

"Yes Master." I replied obediently as the bell rang. Since we both had
study hall right after lunch I had quite a few books to carry for each of
us. I dropped Karl's books off at his study hall then had to hurry to
mine. I did my Biology homework while keeping an eye on the clock. At a
quarter to one I asked the teacher for a hall pass to use the restroom. She
was so busy reading a romance novel that she barely looked up as she handed
me the pass. She must have been in a steamy section of it because you could
smell her arousal permeating from under her desk. At least she wouldn't be
paying attention to how long I was gone.

I hurried to the shop wing, for some reason there were no afternoon shop
classes so the restrooms should be deserted. Karl wasn't there yet so I
walked up to the nearest urinal, skinned back my sheath a bit and relieved
myself. Just as I was zipping up Karl walked in.

He walked over to the stall at the very back of the room and motioned me
into it. He pointed to the toilet and said "Sit!" which I immediately did
without question. It also had me staring straight at his crotch, which I
could see was obviously in a state of arousal. "All I've been able to think
about all day was how good your muzzle felt on my cock. I haven't been able
to concentrate all day, so get busy 'Slave'."

I unzipped his jeans and noticed he was going commando, but I couldn't get
his doghood out through just the zipper so I had to unbutton his jeans. I
let them fall to the floor revealing a painfully erect doghood that was in
immediate need of relief. I peeled back his sheath and started licking his
head. He grabbed my ears and said, "We don't have time for that shit, I
just need to dump my load and get back to study hall!" And with that he
shoved his huge cock into my muzzle and directly down my throat without
giving me time to get used to it. I could tell he had a ton of pent up
sexual aggression and he wasn't going to last long. He was just fucking my
face, looking to get off as quickly as he could.

Right now I was just a cum dump to him, but surprisingly that was a turn on
too. He was massaging the head of his cock with my throat muscles as he got
down to the short strokes. I could feel him tense up jammed into me, my
nosepad buried deep in his pubes as he started dumping his seed directly
down my throat. Nothing caring or romantic about it, just an alpha dog
taking what he wanted.

He finished cumming, pulled out of my throat, pulled his jeans up and
buttoned them up. As he was zipping them up and tightening his belt he
said, "Stay in here for a minute or two after I leave so nobody will be
suspicious."

"Yes Master." I replied, but I was talking to his back because he had
already turned and left the stall and headed toward the door. My throat
hurt a little from the rough treatment but I stood up, turned around and
wanked a load into the toilet. There was no way I wanted to head back to
study hall with a case of blueballs. When I got back to class the teacher
was still so absorbed in her romance novel that she didn't even question
how long I was gone. When I handed her back the key she pulled her paw from
under the desk like she had been stung. You could definitely smell her
arousal, she had obviously been pawing her cooze. I winked at her and the
inside of her ears turned red from embarrassment. I chuckled on my way back
to my seat. At least now I could blackmail her a bit if she ever gave me a
hard time.

The day went without anything unusual happening until after
practice. Practice itself went great. I got to run the scout team offense
and Ed was my receiver. We actually fooled the first team defense once when
Ed did a double move on the cornerback and I gave a pump fake to freeze the
safety. When the cornerback tried to jump the route Ed made his second move
and ran up field toward the post. The cornerback was caught flat footed and
I hit Ed right in stride for the touchdown. Coach ripped the defense a new
asshole for giving up that play. Which didn't make me popular with the
players on the defense but when I came off the field Karl grabbed me in a
bear hug. "That was great, those bozos need to start playing straight up
defense instead of guessing. They're pissed now but they needed brought
down a peg so they'll be ready for that shit in the game."

That was the highlight of practice for me, especially the high praise from
my Master. After practice of course we made our daily trip to the
dungeon. Karl again stripped down to his jock and to my surprise ordered me
to strip down to mine. I wondered what he had in store for me. We lifted,
or mostly Karl lifted and I spotted for him. Damn he was so sexy in his
jock when he was lifting those heavy weights.

We lifted until we heard coach lock up and then Karl got a big grin on his
face. He went over to the first aid cabinet and got out several rolls of
ace bandage. "Kneel over this weight bench!" He ordered. I didn't have any
idea what he had in mind but once I was kneeling face down on the weight
bench he grabbed my right wrist and started wrapping it to the leg of the
bench.

"Hey! What are you doing?" I asked as he moved to my left wrist and started
to wrap it to the other leg of the bench.

"I wanna take your cherry, and I don't wanna have to hold you
still. Believe me it will be better for both of us this way." He said but I
didn't buy it. I'd fantasized about Karl taking me for two years, but my
fantasies had never included bondage. I was just about to make this
argument when Karl removed his jock, wadded it up and shoved it in my
muzzle. "Just be quiet, it will be easier for both of us that way. He got
behind me and started to lick my pucker.

I was scared. I was bent over the bench, tied down and gagged and my Master
was getting ready to shove 9 fat inches up my virgin asshole. And as scared
as I was I was also hard as a rock and still trapped in my jockstrap. It
was what I had been dreaming of for two years, having the dog of my dreams
deep inside me. But I was sure it was gonna hurt like hell.

He got behind me, lifted my tail and started licking my pucker. No one had
ever done that before, I couldn't believe how good it felt. I moaned into
the jockstrap wadded up in my muzzle. Then I felt something poking at my
hole and I froze until I realized it was just a finger. "Dammit Slave, just
relax. I gotta get you stretched out a bit of it's gonna hurt like hell."

I relaxed and he wormed his finger up into me. He started running it in and
out of me, then he inserted a second finger. It hurt at first but soon he
had me moaning again especially when he hit a certain spot in me. He did
the same with a third finger until I was really loose, then he pulled
out. I knew now was the moment of truth. He got behind me and guided his
doghood to my loosened up hole. He pushed in and despite the stretching it
hurt like hell when the head popped in. I screamed into my gag for a moment
but then the pain subsided a little. When I relaxed again he started
pushing the rest of the way into me. It seemed to take forever before those
big low hangers were resting against my dangly bits. Fortunately he held
steady until I had stretched enough to accommodate him, then he slowly
started sawing in and out of me.

It was finally starting to feel good, just knowing that my idol was in me
had me starting to get hard again. And that was when it happened. He
changed the angle of his thrusting and I felt the head of his cock hit "the
spot" and then the rest of his cock rub against it on the way in and on the
way out. Even though my dick was trapped between my body and the bench it
was twitching and leaking every time my Master thrust into me.

"Damn are you tight! I'm not gonna last long!" He said as he picked up the
pace.

I knew I wasn't gonna last long either as whatever he was hitting in there
was making my balls tingle in that familiar way. I couldn't help myself, I
started thrusting against the bench as I was racing to my climax. I could
feel Karl's knot starting to form, but before it got too big he pulled it
out, leaving everything but the knot in me. I guess he gripped the base of
his knot because he started cumming in me right after I started to cum. I
think I blacked out from the sensations because the next thing I remembered
was Karl unwrapping the ace bandages from my arms and legs.

"Wow! That was wild." He said as he helped me into the locker room and into
the shower. I was walking a little bit funny, I guess I would just tell my
mom I got dinged up a little at practice. This time Karl just shampooed
me. "You took it like a champ. It will get easier the more we do it." By
the time we got dried up and walked to the car I was walking pretty normal.

Things continued on pretty much like this for a week and a half, well other
than the bondage which was a one time thing, right up until our first
game. Karl had really helped me a lot. I knew the plays well plus his help
with my throwing mechanics had helped me throw a flatter ball, with more
accuracy and a quicker release. In return I had kept his balls drained in a
variety of ways, but to be honest I'm not sure I wasn't getting the best of
that deal too. I mean for a gay pup like myself what could be better than
having every one of your sexual fantasies come true with a walking wet
dream of a Dobie stud.

Time seemed to drag during the day, even with the distraction of a pep
rally that they let us out of last period for. I was so nervous that I
couldn't even finish my dinner. I don't know why I was that nervous, I
probably wasn't gonna even play. But I sure as hell had butterflies. Mom
and Dad would be going to the game. They were pretty cool, they always came
to all of my games. We were supposed to show up at the field house at 6
PM. At a quarter to 6 as Mom was getting ready to drive me to the field
house, I heard a familiar engine as a car pulled into our driveway. I ran
out to see what Karl wanted.

"What you waiting for 'Slave'? Grab your shit and hop in." He ordered.

I ran back in the house and told Mom that Karl was going to give me a
ride. She rolled her eyes, she really didn't like me riding in his "Hot
Rod" as she called it. I grabbed my stuff and tossed it behind the seat as
I hopped in the passenger door. I hadn't even closed the door when Karl had
already started backing out. "So are you all excited for the game Slave?"

"Yes Master. I was so nervous that I couldn't even finish my dinner." I
replied sheepishly.

"There's no reason to worry. I plan on us having such a big lead when you
come in that even if you make some mistakes we'll be fine." He said, his
cockiness bordering on arrogance.

"That sounds like you have a lot of confidence in me..." I said a bit
sarcastically.

"Look Slave, I have plenty of confidence in you. You have a chance to be
pretty good in a year or two, I don't mean as good as I am, but way better
than average." He said in his typical cocky manner. "Especially if you get
some experience this year. You're gonna make some mistakes, at least you
will be able to make the mistakes this year when I have us way ahead." I
was hoping he wouldn't jinx us with his confident boasts, I was worrying it
was bordering on overconfidence. I know that the dog who wrote the high
school football prognostications for our newspaper had us as a 21 point
favorite, but this was the first game of the year and that was always a
game where surprises can happen.

We were the first one's to the field house, about 10 minutes before the
Coach usually arrived. Karl always parked his 'Vette all the way out in the
corner of the parking lot so no one would park beside it. We sat in the car
waiting. Karl moved his arm up until his paw was behind my head and he
started to pull my head down toward his lap. "Slave I need to relieve some
of this tension." I looked down and there was a huge bulge in his jeans. He
didn't have to force me, I was just about addicted to that huge cock. I
unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped his fly. He was going
commando so there was nothing else to get in the way of what I desired. He
lifted his ass from the seat and let me slide his jeans down to his
knees. For a moment I just took in the sight of that fully stuffed sheath
with the big low hangers dangling below it. I didn't realize I was drooling
until a drop of saliva fell from my tong and landed on his sack.

I looked up at him sheepishly and then licked the drool off of his balls. I
figured that while I was down there that's where I should start. I got my
tongue under his left nut and licked his scrotum from bottom to top. His
musk and dominance pheromones were intoxicating. I whimpered as I did the
same with his right nut. I took both of those egg size balls into my muzzle
and caressed first one than the other with my long flexible tongue. I
reached up with my paw and wrapped it as far around his sheath as I could
then I slowly slid it up and down while my tongue continued to work over
his stones. I must have been pleasing him because precum was now drooling
out of his piss slit. It ran down his sheath over my paw and onto my
nosepad which was snug up against the base of his sheath.

I couldn't figure out how I had gotten so lucky, I was getting to service
the sexiest dog in the whole school on a regular basis. What more could a
gay pup ask for. I licked my way up his sheath then peeled it down using
just my lips. I was becoming quite talented at giving blow jobs. With one
paw I fondled his balls, just imagining the treat they contained. My other
paw was sliding his sheath up and down over the bottom half of his dick
while my tongue took care of the head. I soon had him moaning.

"Slave, you're the best cocksucker I've ever had! FUCK! I'M CUMMING!" He
cried out as he pulled my head down all the way until my muzzle was nestled
in his pubes and started pumping his spooge down my throat. I had practiced
enough that I could breath through my nose while he pumped his load into my
gullet. I ran my tongue under his cock so I could feel his seed pulsing
through his dick. He stopped cumming and let go of my head. I continued to
suck on him, trying to get every last drop I could until his head got too
sensitive and he pulled me away.

"Nothing like a good BJ to relieve the tension and get you all loose for a
game. You're really getting good at this." He praised.

"Thanks!" I said licking my lips to make sure I hadn't missed a drop.

We got ourselves all composed, grabbed our stuff and walked toward the
field house. The only one that was there was Coach and he gave Karl a
questioning leer. Karl smirked back, then we headed down to get ready for
the game.

Our game was against the Laurel High School Badgers. It had rained earlier
in the day and the field was a little slick. I was a bit nervous as I put
on my gear. I gazed over at Karl as he stripped down. His sexy body got me
thinking about what I had just done in the car. I realized I could still
taste his cum in my mouth. I finished dressing and we headed out to warm
up. Soon our band was playing the National Anthem and then it was game
time.

We received the opening kickoff and our return man bobbled the kickoff and
got tackled at our own 10 yard line. Not a very auspicious start to our
season. Coach gave me a clipboard to chart plays, typical duty of the
backup QB. I was close enough to hear what play coach called. I couldn't
believe he actually called it. We were at our own 10 yard line and he was
calling a gadget play! I held my breath as Karl went behind the center and
took the snap. He pitched it out to his brother Louis on what was designed
to look like a power sweep to the right. Fortunately nearly the whole
Badger defense ran after the play while Karl leaked out to the left
flat. Louis got over near the sideline, stopped and threw the ball back to
Karl. He was out in the open field and he only had the safety to beat. The
safety didn't have a prayer, he was about 5'9" and about 170 lbs going
against Karl's 6'4" and 240 lbs of solid muscle. Karl gave him a stiff arm
that knocked him on his ass and took off for the end zone. There was no way
anybody was going to catch him. He went 90 yards for a touchdown on the
first play from scrimmage.

The stadium erupted and Karl ran over to the sideline as everybody
congratulated him, me among the first to meet him. I gave him a high five
and he winked at me and asked, "What did ya think of that?"

"That was amazing, they took it hook, line and sinker." I replied.

"You better get yourself ready to get in the game. If I have any say about
it you may be starting the second half." He added. Then he went over to the
bench and sat down. I grabbed a cup of Gatorade for him and followed him to
the bench. He gulped it down as we made the extra point. Our kicker got a
nice deep kick and we tackled their return man at the 22 yard line. Our
defense held them to three and out and they punted the ball to Quentin who
was our punt returner. He took the kick near midfield, went up the middle
and then broke it to the outside in the clear. He only had the kicker to
beat at the 20 yard line but when he planted to make his cut his paw went
out from under him and he slipped to the ground without even getting
touched.

Karl shook his head in disbelief, "We're never gonna let him live that one
down. Getting caught by the kicker! Dad's really gonna ride his ass for
that one."

The offense went back onto the field. Karl handed it off two times to Louis
and he got 8 yards on the first carry up the middle and he broke the second
one off right tackle for the touchdown. The game was only 3 minutes old and
we were already up 14-0. It was becoming obvious that our opponents were
completely out dogged, mainly because of the Freidrich brothers. They were
dogs among pups and it became more apparent with each possession.

When our opponents got the ball back they tried a run up the middle for no
gain. On second down they tried a short pass to the flat and Quentin
stepped in front of it, then returned it 30 yards for a touchdown. The game
continued like this until we were leading 42-0 at halftime. We went into
the locker room and Karl came up to me and said, "Tony get your head
together, you're gonna be starting the second half." I was shocked for two
reasons. First Karl nearly always called me Slave not Tony. And second it
looked like I was gonna get to play the whole second half.

A moment later Coach came over and verified what Karl had said. "Hey Tony,
you're QB in the second half. I don't like playing Sophs especially at QB
but Karl says you can handle it. Don't fuck it up or I'll pull you out so
fast you're head will spin." Nothing like words of encouragement that
instill confidence I thought sarcastically. He gave us a rah rah speech at
half time basically saying to just keep doing what we had been doing.

We kicked off to start the second half. They returned the kick to the 33
yard line. Or defense stopped them so they had to punt. It was obvious that
they were afraid to punt it to Quentin so they punted out of bounds. Their
punter didn't do a good job of it, he shanked it our of bounds at our 47
yard line. As I grabbed my helmet to head out to the field Karl yelled to
me, "Just relax, you'll do fine." I ran into the huddle, surprisingly the
rest of the starters were still in the game. Coach had sent in a running
play to Louis. It was a sweep to the right, but he slipped in the backfield
as he was turning it up field and was stopped for a 6 yard loss. Then on
the next play our left tackle who wasn't used to my cadence jumped off
sides so we were back another 5 yards leaving us with a second and 21 at
our 36 yard line.

On the next play I handed it off to Louis again and he ran off tackle for 7
yards leaving us with a third and 14. Coach sent in a passing play. I
dropped back to pass and saw Quentin breaking free over the middle 25 yards
down field. Then I tried to aim the ball instead of just throwing it, a
mistake I hadn't made since peewee football, with predictable results. I
didn't get it high enough to clear the linebacker on the play and he made a
leaping interception in front of Quentin. He cut across the field to the
right sideline and started running toward the goal line. I was the only one
that had a chance to stop him and I ran my ass off pulling him down at our
25 yard line.

I hadn't even got to the sideline when I heard Coach yell, no make that
scream at the top of his lungs, "What the FUCK was that! I knew I shouldn't
have put you in the game!" He was about to continue when Karl came over to
calm him down.

"Just relax coach. We have a 42 point lead. The poor pup just had the
jitters, he'll do better on the next series..."

"What do you mean on the next series, his ass is going to the bench. You
better get warmed up, you're going back in." Coach replied still highly
agitated.

Karl pulled him over to the side and talked quietly to him. Fortunately I
have good hearing so I could hear what he said. "Coach I've been working
with Tony and he's been doing pretty good. If you pull him now you're gonna
ruin his confidence, maybe forever. Go ahead and give him a chance to work
things out. We may need him later in the year, besides they aren't gonna
score 42 points on us." I was really grateful that Karl stuck up for me. He
walked over to me, put his arm around my shoulder and said, "I calmed Coach
down, you're going back in on the next series. Do you know what you did
wrong?"

"Yeah I aimed my throw instead of just throwing it." I said dejectedly.

"Tony you have to remember as a QB you have to have a short memory. When
you make a mistake you have to know what you did wrong but don't dwell on
it. You have to be a leader. I know you can do it, I've seen you do it in
Jr. High. Now when you go back out there, just pretend it's Jr. High
again. Just play your own game, you've got all the skills to do it." He
finished up his pep talk just as our defense held them on fourth down. I
was all pumped up, Karl's confidence in me was a real boost. I grabbed my
helmet and headed out to the huddle.

I huddled the team up and addressed them. "OK guys I screwed up last time,
my bad. But were gonna take it straight down the field this time. So we're
going Dive 23 on 3! Let's go!" I said as we broke the huddle. I took the
snap and handed of to Louis who took it up the middle for 7 yards. The next
play we ran the option, I faked the hand off up the middle to the fullback
and then ran to the outside with Louis running waiting for the pitch. I
read the defense which seemed to be keying on Louis. I faked the pitch to
Louis and turned it up field for 13 yards.

When I came back to the huddle, Louis slapped my ass and said, "Great
read."

We continued to run the ball down the field and Louis finally pounded it in
for the score. We had used up the rest of the third quarter and we were now
up 49-0. We had the Badgers completely demoralized. Coach put in the quite
a few of the second teamers on defense and the Badgers actually managed

a few first downs before we forced them to punt near midfield. We got the
ball back on the 18 yard line. All three of the Friedrich brothers were on
the bench, they were done for the night, Karl had even taken his shoulder
pads off already. Ed and I were the only two Sophs in the game, but about
half of the lineup was second stringers. But on the other hand the Badger's
coach had taken most of his defensive starters out so we had no excuses.

I ran the option pretty well with us getting 4 or 5 yards a carry. We were
at midfield when coach finally sent in some short passing plays. I hit Ed
with a quick down and out for 8 yards. Coach called the play again, we hit
it for 7 more yards. I saw their corner cheat up a little and Coach sent in
the play I was hoping for. It was the same play Ed and I had burned our
first team defense with last week. Ed ran a down and out and the cornerback
tried to jump the route. I gave a pump fake which froze the safety. Ed
turned it up field and managed to get behind the safety running down the
sideline. I hit him right in stride and he ran into the end zone
untouched. I ran to the end zone and hugged Ed. It was our first touchdown
together on the varsity. We ran to the sideline together and our Masters
were the first ones to congratulate us.

"Great throw, I knew you could do it." Karl said, giving me a big
hug. Praise coming from him meant more than from everybody else combined. I
was too caught up in the moment to respond, but I'm sure the ear to ear
grin on my muzzle said it all.

It was 56-0 now with two and a half minutes left in the game so after the
kick off Coach put all the backups in on defense. The Badgers were moving
it down the field but only got to our 42 yard line when the time ran
out. Everybody ran out on the field to celebrate, but when I started to run
out Karl grabbed me by the back of my jersey. "No need to get excited by a
win against a team we should beat easily. Keep an even keel, don't get too
high or too low until we reach our final goal." I nodded, of course our
final goal this year was the state championship. We did head out on the
field to be with our teammates but I understood that this was just the
first step in a long season.

We headed to the locker room and Coach gave us a post game speech, echoing
what Karl had said. We showered up and headed out into the night. When I
got in the car Karl told me, "You're coming over to my house for our after
game get together. It's usually only starters, but Quentin and I decided to
invite our slaves. Do you think your mom will let you stay overnight?"

"I can give her a call and find out." I said reaching for my phone and
punching her up. "Mom the team is having a get together at Karl's house. He
said it will be getting over late, and wanted to know if he could bring me
home in the morning."

"Can you put him on the phone?" Was all she said.

"She wants to talk to you." I told him handing him the phone.

"Yes Ma'am." Karl started, then after listening for a moment. "We have a
get together after every game." He paused again and said, "No Ma'am there
won't be any alcohol, Dad's real strict about that. He figures it's better
to let us have a party there than go out and be tempted to drink." Another
pause, "Yes Ma'am." He said, then handed me the phone adding, "She wants to
talk to you."

I took the phone back and she said. "OK, we'll give this a try this time
but if I find out there was any alcohol or drugs there you'll never get to
go again."

"Thanks Mom!" I said and hung up the phone. "She said I can stay over!"
Karl high fived me and he turned onto a back country road and floored the
'Vette. We rocketed down the road until we came to a Huge house on top of a
hill. Karl pulled into the long driveway. He passed the big house, drove
another 100 yards and pulled up to a smaller house. When I say smaller, it
was smaller than the mansion, but it was bigger than our 3 bedroom
house. "You live here?"

"Yeah, what do you think of it?"

"Who lives in the big house?" I asked.

"We do. This is just the guest house. Dad lets us use it for our
parties. It's far enough away from the main house that our music doesn't
bother him and mom." He answered as we got out of the car. We were the
first ones here. The basement of the house was one big rec room. There were
caterers already here setting up the food. There was a table with chips and
dips, tubs of soft drinks, a table with a dozen pizzas and half a dozen
sandwich rings. Off to the side was a table of desserts.

I was kinda surprised that they weren't having their girlfriends over for
the party so I asked him about it. "If we have a party with bitches Dad
insists on chaperoning, he doesn't want us screwing up our lives by
knocking up some bitch before we're ready to start a family. Besides this
is a team party, we wanna act like guys not have to tone shit down because
of the bitches." I was happy about that since I would probably get to spend
more time with my Master that way.

I heard a car door slam and Louis walked into the rec room a few seconds
later. "Ya did good for your first game Tony." He said as he walked over
and tousled my headfur. "Just don't let it go to your head. The Badgers
weren't very good, we'll have tougher opponents coming up." Then he walked
over and grabbed a can of Pepsi out of one of the tubs. Karl grabbed a
Mountain Dew and I grabbed a Dr. Pepper out of the ice when another car
pulled up. Soon Quentin and Ed walked in. We said our hellos and they
grabbed a drink also. The rec room was fully stocked with all the
toys. There were three big HD TV's hooked up to gaming consols. One had a
Wii U, another had a PS3 and the final one was connected to an XBox
360X. There was a full size pool table, a foosball table, ping pong table
and an air hockey table. In rapid succession the rest of the starters made
their way down to the party.

There was a little bit of an ulterior motive for inviting Ed and I, we both
ended up being gofers for whatever our Masters wanted. But the upside was
that we were right in the thick of things and everyone other than our
Masters treated us with respect. It was a great time, but things started
clearing out at 11:45 and by midnight it was just the Freidrich brothers,
Ed and I left. I figured that Ed and I would have to clean up the place, so
I started picking up empty cans and plates.

"What the fuck are you doing Slave?" Karl asked.

"Just helping clean up. I figured that's why Ed and I were here."

"No you're here as guests. The maid will clean this mess up tomorrow. But I
can think of other things that need done." He added as he reached down and
fingered a stiffening bulge in his jeans. I was a little nervous, I mean we
were right here in front of his brothers and Ed. "You know what Bro?" Karl
said to Quentin. "I think we should have our slaves put on a little show
for us first. You know, to get our motors all revved up."

"That's exactly what I was thinking." Quentin replied fingering a large
bulge of his own. "Should we head up to the master bedroom?"

"Yeah, I've been left with Rosy Palm and her 5 sisters for too long." Louis
chimed in.

And with that Karl led us all upstairs to the master bedroom. We filed into
the room and Karl and Quentin positioned Ed and I in front of the bed. "Go
ahead and undress each other." Karl ordered.

"Yeah but do it nice and slow and sexy." Quentin insisted.

Ed was my best friend and we had wanked each other off in my room a couple
of times, but that was in private. We had never put on a show for anyone
before. We both hesitated, neither wanting to be the one to make the first
move. From the corner of my eye I could see that the brothers were all
stroking the large stiff cocks that were sticking out of their flies. "Come
on! Let's get this show started!" Karl ordered. I figured if I was gonna
have to put on a show, I should really put on a show. I wrapped my arms
around Ed's waist and pulled him towards me. He froze up at first then gave
me an "oh what the hell" look and melted into my arms. I slowly slid my
paws down his sides and around until I was cupping one globe of his bubble
butt in each of my paws. We started rubbing our groins against each other
and we could each feel the other beginning to stiffen.

Then I got really daring and brought my muzzle toward Ed's. We were still
grinding against each other when our lips touched for the first time. It
was pretty obvious that Quentin had given him the same kissing lessons that
Karl had given me because he opened his muzzle as my tongue brushed up
against his teeth. I was doing things with my best friend that I never
dreamed of doing with him before and found myself wondering why I had never
done these things with him before. It was totally fucking hot and it was
obvious that he was into it just as much as I was. I moved my hands to the
hem of his T-shirt and slowly started lifting it up. Soon his washboard abs
were in view. He started swaying side to side like he was wiggling out of
the shirt that I kept lifting higher. His arms went up as the shirt
continued its upward ascent. Ed was a complete twink, his thin Greyhound
body had no fat on it whatsoever, just sinewy muscle. Soon it was covering
his head and then it finally pulled off his head and I lifted it over his
outstretched arms. We had continued grinding against each other the whole
time I was taking off his shirt. I nonchalantly tossed his shirt over my
shoulder as the triplets hooted at us. I moved my head down and nipped at
one of his nipples. He let out a yelp and I felt his dick jump in his
shorts.

Ed gripped the hem of my shirt and started to pull it slowly up. I was the
only double coated dog here so you couldn't see my washboard abs even
though I had them. I was more muscular than Ed but you couldn't see my
definition under all my fur. Soon he had my shirt off and he tossed it
aside.

I pulled my hands from Ed's ass and reached around and unbuckled his
belt. Because the pants were a little large and Ed had almost no hips the
pants slid right down his legs and he stepped out of them, I put my paws on
the inside of his tighty whitey briefs and dropped to my knees in front of
him as I pulled them down. I ran my paw under his balls and up his sheathed
stalk, showing it off. It was slightly shorter and thinner than mine but it
was hard as a rock and leaking pre like a faucet. I ran my paw up and down
his shaft a few times making his bright red cock pop out of its
sheath. Then I slowly rose to my feet.

Ed mirrored my actions and soon I was as naked as the day I was born. We
were now rubbing against each other again and I looked over to my Master
for direction. He walked over and reached down gripping both of our boners
and putting the tips together. He spread Ed's sheath and guided the tip of
my cock into it. He slid Ed's sheath all the way over my boner. Then he
grabbed my paw, wrapped it around Ed's sheath and backed away.

It was an amazing feeling, my cock rubbing against that of my best friend
wrapped in his warm wet sheath. We started thrusting again. The triplets
were hooting again as we started to get more urgent in our
thrusting. Neither of us were gonna last long as our boners were sliding
over each other. Ed grunted as he started cumming and that was enough to
set me off. Our combined loads were starting to swell Ed's already over
stuffed sheath, making it bulge obscenely.

When I stopped cumming I released my grip on Ed's sheath as I held my other
paw at the opening. Our spooge surged out of his sheath all over my paw. I
lifted my paw to Ed's muzzle and he started to sensuously lick our spooge
cocktail off of my paw. I soon joined him as we cleaned it completely.

"That was fucking hot!" Louis said. "But I'm getting blue balls, I need
some relief!" Somewhere along the line while Ed and I had been going at it
they had removed their clothes and were busy stroking their boners. Karl
was the biggest, but neither of his brothers was far behind.

"Slave get over here!" Quentin ordered Ed. "Get on your knees and take care
of my brother."

Ed dropped to his knees. He caressed Louis' balls then skinned back his
sheath. Louis pulled Ed's head forward until Ed's nosepad was buried in his
pubes. "I've waited too fuckin' long for this!" He cried out and then
started fucking Ed's face.

Before he got going too much Quentin told him. "Get on your knees so I can
bone him up the ass while he's blowing you."

Louis got on his knees and Ed got on all fours. Louis pulled his muzzle
back over his boner and started fucking his face again. In the mean time
Quentin started licking Ed's asshole, making him moan like a bitch in heat
around the cock in his muzzle. I looked underneath Ed and he was hard as a
rock again, a steady drip of pre emerging from his sheath.

Quentin knelt behind Ed, peeled back his sheath and guided it into Ed. To
my surprise he didn't even grunt so I'm assuming this was definitely not
the first time he'd been boned. Soon Quentin was working that huge boner in
and out at a frantic rhythm that matched the one his brother was using to
slam his meat down Ed's throat.

"What are you waiting for Slave." My Master asked me as he put his paws on
my shoulders and pushed me down to my knees in front of him. It was such an
appropriate position to worship the cock I had dreamed of for so long. Pre
was already running down his sheath, down his sack and onto the floor. The
thought of it going to waste spurred me on. I started at his balls and
eagerly licked up all his juice, working my way up his sheath. I peeled his
sheath back and took him into my muzzle. He grabbed my ears and started to
jam his massive boner in and out of my eager muzzle.

I was positioned so I could see Ed out of the corner of my eye. He was
weathering a very rough ride, but it seemed he was enjoying every minute of
it. Louis cried out, "Take it all Slave!" as his balls drew up and he
started pumping spooge down Ed's throat. He grabbed Ed by the ears, pulled
out and was spooging all over his face when the door opened.

I looked out of the corner of my eye to see who had come in and I froze in
fear. It was Mr. Freidrich, standing in the doorway taking in the whole
scene. We were so busted...

"Damn, I thought your mother was never going to head to bed." He said to my
shock.

"Well we got tired of waiting for you so we decided to get started without
you." Karl replied. "You wanna take my place here while I go in the back
door?"

"Hell yeah!" Mr. Friedrich replied. He had come out to the guest house in
just his boxers and he had soon shucked them. It was obvious where his boys
had got their dicks from because he was even bigger. He musta been 10
inches with big fat low hangers. We mimicked the position that Ed's group
had been in. I was on all fours drooling over the prospect of draining
everything I could out of those orbs. I got a little distracted when Karl
started rimming me, damn did that feel good, but I soon got back to the
task at paw.

I skinned the sheath back the whole way, I was too eager to get some of
this to take my time. This was a real adult stud dog. He was in great
shape, he still looked like he could play pro football. I guided him into
my muzzle, my tongue immediately going to work on the biggest doghood I
would probably ever see. He moaned as I worked my way further and further
down his shaft. I barely had it half way in my muzzle when it started
hitting the back of my throat. I steeled myself to overcome my gag reflex
and continued to go down on him until I could feel his balls against my
chin.

I slowly pulled off of him until he was all the way out of my throat, then
I worked my way back down. My bobbing for 'nads picked up speed until I
felt Karl's dickhead poke at my pucker. I froze for a second while he
penetrated me. I was still new enough to this that it hurt at first when he
penetrated me, but only for a moment. Soon they were both sawing in and out
of me with the same rhythm. I happened to glance up and saw that they had
locked gazes with each other and smiled as they continued to take me. I
could tell that Mr. Friedrich was getting close. He pulled my head up
against him as he pumped his spooge down my throat, the same spooge that
made my Master. To my surprise Karl had stopped thrusting while his dad was
cumming in my throat. His dad finally pulled out a little and spent the
rest of his load in my muzzle where I could taste it.

They both pulled out all the way. Mr. Friedrich chuckled and said, "Wow!
That was one helluva blow job. I needed that." He paused for a second and
continued, "You boys know I love your mother, but that bitch has to give
the worlds WORST blow job." He picked up his boxers and started putting
them back on. "I've gotta get back up the house before your mom suspects
anything. Just remember, what happens in the guest house stays in the guest
house." And with that he closed the door and left.

"OK the party is over why don't you three grab one of the other bedrooms, I
want to spend some time alone with my Slave."

The three of them gathered up their clothes and moved their party down the
hall. I was sure they weren't finished for the night, just as sure that we
weren't finished either. To my surprise Karl picked me up and carried me to
the bed, gently laying me down on it. Then he crawled in beside me.

He cuddled against me and said. "I was really proud of you today. You could
have come unglued after your first pass got intercepted, but you got your
composure back and played a great game after that."

"Gee Thanks!" I said blushing.

"No need to thank me I was just being honest." Karl added ruffling my
headfur affectionately. "But now back to the serious stuff. I wanted to be
alone with you in this bed because I want all of you."

I had a feeling I knew what that meant, but I wasn't sure. He pulled my
muzzle to his and began a long slow sensuous kiss. He pulled away then
worked his way down my chest to my sheath. For the very first time he took
me into his muzzle. He bobbed up and down on it for a few strokes then
rolled me onto my back. He pushed my knees up to my chest and took my balls
into his muzzle massaging them with his tongue until he moved down my taint
to my pucker. He worked me over good until I was loose and slick.

He got on his knees behind me, positioned himself and slowly pushed
in. "It's about time we did this up proper." He said tenderly as he
bottomed out and lowered himself onto my chest. He slowly worked in and out
of me as he brought his muzzle down to kiss mine. "As far as I'm concerned
you've passed the initiation Tony. You're not my Slave any more, you're
officially my protege now." He said before bringing his muzzle back to
mine. He was making love to me not having his way with me. I wrapped my
arms around him as he thrust into me slowly but possessively. He pulled
away from my muzzle and said a bit breathlessly. "You don't have to do this
if you don't want to. I want you to give yourself to me because you want
me. All you have to do is say no right now and I'll stop."

I looked him directly in the eyes for maybe the first time and then pulled
his muzzle back down to mine and slapped a liplock on him. My guess was he
understood what my response meant because he continued thrusting deeply
into me. It was better than anything I had ever felt before, the dog that I
idolized lovingly working his huge doghood into me. I could feel every vein
on his big gnarled cock as it slid over my sphincter. He increased the
tempo of our love making until we were both on the edge, then all of a
sudden he pulled out and got to his knees.

"Noooooo!" I cried out. My rectum wasn't the only thing feeling empty, I
was worried that he didn't want me any more.

"Relax and get on your knees." He said although this time it was a request
and not an order. I got on my knees and he positioned himself behind me. In
no time flat he was deep inside of me again and was thrusting even more
urgently. From behind his low hangers were slapping against my tight
set. But now I could feel the beginning of his knot slipping in and out of
my pucker. I expected him to keep it out like he normally did but this time
was different. He was jamming it in with short sharp one inch thrusts and
it was growing rapidly.

"Just relax pup. It's gonna hurt a little." He said in as much of a
soothing voice as possible for a dog so close to the edge. He was right,
his rapidly expanding knot was tying us together. It was as big as my fist
and it had me on the precipice between pain and ecstasy. Then he just gave
in to his lust, grabbed my neck in a mating bite and tried to drive himself
as deep as possible as I felt his big load rocketing through his member
deep in me. He thrust one more time and that big knot jammed into my
prostate sending me to nirvana also.

I collapsed onto the bed and Karl collapsed on top of me. We were both
still cumming, me on the sheets and him deep inside of me. He rolled us on
our sides with him spooning me. He had to be since he still had that fist
sized knot locked behind my sphincter. He wrapped his arms around my chest
and pulled me close. He nuzzled my neck affectionately and said quietly,
"You know I've never tied with someone before."

"You haven't?" I asked shocked.

"I've been saving it for someone special." He said as he held me even
tighter and more possessively if that was even possible. "You're mine now
Tony." I felt his huge knot locking us together, beating like a second
heart inside of me.

"What about Fifi?" I asked.

"Fifi and I are a perfect match." He said and my heart broke right there.
"She likes bitches and I like dogs." He continued with a chuckle. "We enjoy
each others company and it keeps questions to a minimum." I was shocked,
they sure put on a good act. "Damn this feels good, it's everything I
imagined it would be and more." He said as he nuzzled my ear. I completely
agreed. What more could I ask for, the stud of my dreams locked deep inside
me marking me as his, while he held me protectively and lovingly. "Like I
said before I think you're gonna work out just fine."