Date: Mon, 15 Nov 2021 02:22:21 +0000
From: Dave Arnold <bigstuddog@live.com>
Subject: Earth's New Masters Part 4 The Honeymoon Begins

Earth's New Masters Part 4 The Honeymoon Begins
#4 of Earth's New Masters


During the tie, I lay on my Masters chest in a state of total bliss. I was
in a semiconscious euphoria, a feeling of pleasure beyond anything I had
ever imagined possible. My Master was in me, his huge knot locking me to
him as securely as if we were one flesh, and his shaft extending to what
felt like the center of my being. He continued to pulse intermittent shots
of effects laden semen deep into me. He would grunt every time he did as he
made an effort to produce as much of the effect as possible, to insure his
continued ownership of me. Each time, it would send me on another peak of
euphoria.

Every time that I would come down a little, I could hear my Master talking
to me as he held me possessively. Things like: "Yes David, I'm so lucky to
have you." "I will love you forever." and other sweet nothings. He rubbed
his hand through my hair, while he continued to massage the back of his
knot on my sphincter, causing him to continue ejaculating deep in me.

Eventually all good things must come to an end. After an hour and a half,
his knot started to deflate. Eventually, no matter how hard I clamped down
on him, I wasn't able to keep him in me. As he pulled out, I cried out;
"Nooo!" I felt empty, physically and emotionally.

He pulled me close to him as I whimpered piteously, wishing I was still one
with him. From now on; I would live for the times when we were one
flesh. He kissed the top of my head, like he was comforting a small
child. "David, don't worry I will be here for you always. You will not only
want me now, you will need me. I put so much of me into you and now it has
been absorbed into your system. You can't help but be psychologically
addicted to me now. Don't worry, you will never feel pain from it as long
as you stay with me. Even before I bonded you to me, I had no fear of you
ever wanting to leave. And I swear to my dying breath; I will never forsake
you."

Just the words of my Master, the being that owned me body and soul, was
enough to comfort me. I had never met anyone more honorable than my master,
there was no doubt in my mind that he would stand by his word. That,
combined with his scent, his possessive embrace and the sound of his heart
beating under my head; brought me back to a state of complete
contentment. I fell asleep on his chest, and slept the most contented sleep
of my life. My dreams were all happy ones about me being with my Master,
pleasing him and being rewarded with his love and praise. I wanted nothing
more than to be the perfect pet to him.

I awoke beside my Master in the morning, my head resting on his broad,
muscular, furry chest. He was so big, strong, and solid, like bedrock, the
perfect foundation to rebuild my life on. My life had been lacking an
anchor, I was an orphan, with no one that cared about me. I had had only
ambition in my life, I had never had love. Now, in less than 36 hours, my
life had become so perfect. As far as I was concerned; I had no life before
this. Not only did I have my Master, who loved me with a depth that I had
not believed possible, but I also had a family for the first time I could
remember. Master's wife was already treating me like I was her son, and his
kids treated me like I was their big brother. I had figured they would
tolerate me or treat me like a pet, not like a family member.

"So, you're finally awake sleepyhead, I thought you would sleep all
morning. Although, I was content to lay here and watch you sleep, you
looked so peaceful, innocent and content." Master said as he pulled me
close to kiss me good morning.

"Master, for the first time in my life I AM content, although that doesn't
even begin to describe how I feel. I have to keep pinching myself to make
sure it is real and not a dream. I keep worrying I am going to wake up back
at the Firehole, and find that this was all a dream. Everything has been so
perfect. I knew I loved you and wanted to be with you, but even that is
growing even stronger than I thought possible. The kids seem to like me,
and even more surprising your wife seems to genuinely like me. She seems
like a wonderful lady, on top of that she is beautiful too."

"Freyja is a wonderful mate. She has an incredible mothering instinct,
produces great pups, and when she is in season she is a dynamo in
bed. Which is very unusual for a female Shep. I knew she would like you,
although your comment about her beauty definitely got you off on the right
foot. I'm very lucky to have her."

"I think both of you are lucky to have each other."

"Well, we can't stay in bed all day."

"Why not?"

"We have to get up and get breakfast..."

"Can't I have a liquid breakfast?" I interrupted, as I reached down and
fondled his morning wood.

"You are hopeless!" Master said but his eyes were twinkling with
delight. "No, first we are going to shower. Then we are going to go down
and have breakfast with the family. Then I'll give you a quick tour of
DC. I had Freyja pack you an overnight bag, because I have a surprise for
you this evening."

"What's the surprise, Master?" I begged.

"It wouldn't be a surprise if I told you, would it?" he said gloating.

"Can we at least shower together?" I begged shamelessly.

"Of course."

Master adjusted the water and we got into the shower. "I'll wash you
first." Master suggested. He took some shampoo and washed my hair. His
strong hands massaged the shampoo into a nice lather, it was so relaxing. I
rinsed the soap out of my hair and Master soaped up a wash cloth, and
started washing me. He started at my face and worked his way down.

When he got to my privates, he got down on his knees. He soaped up my cock
and balls, and then started stroking my extremely erect cock with his left
hand. With his right he used the wash cloth to wash my ass. He got it nice
and soapy then dropped the wash cloth and started working his big middle
finger into my hole, while still stroking my cock with his left. I was soon
moaning uncontrollably as he inched that middle finger closer to my
prostate. He was taking it teasingly slow.

"Please Master, let me cum." He ignored me, continuing to take his good old
time.

He turned me so the soap got rinsed off from my cock and balls. He pulled
his finger out of my ass and then turned me so he was kneeling in front of
me. He took me into his mouth and started massaging me with his tongue. He
put his right arm between my legs and reinserted his finger into my eager
hole. This time he went straight to my prostate. To my surprise, he grabbed
my right hand and guided it to the back of his head. I got the idea
immediately and brought my left hand up by my right allowing me to
completely control the movement of his head. I was fucking his mouth and he
was massaging my prostate. Watching my Master let me fuck his mouth was
such a high. The leader of the world was on his knees in front of me,
letting me face fuck him. I knew he was a complete alpha top, letting me
take charge was completely against his nature, it was quite a gift he was
giving me. Just that thought was enough to send me over the edge. I pulled
his head all the way to my groin as I took one final thrust into his muzzle
and blasted a huge load directly down his throat. I sent the first couple
of shots down his throat, then backed out so the rest shot into his
mouth. I finally pulled out of Masters mouth. He rose up and shared my load
with me.

"I have never let anyone take charge like that before." Master said. "In
the past, when I have given oral, I was always in control, as far as anal,
I am still a virgin. With us sheps, everything depends on the pack
hierarchy. If you are dominant to the other shep, you will want to be the
top. If you are in the presence of someone high above you, you will crave
to be the bottom, even if you are nearly always a top. A good example is my
second in command. He is extremely alpha to everyone but me. In the
presence of most others he is dominant, almost to the point of being
sadistic. But when ever we are alone together, he literally begs me to take
him. It is the only time he has any desire to be a sub. Since I don't have
anyone dominant to me I have never been the sub. But I have never trusted
anyone like I trust you . Maybe I can learn to let my guard down."

"Master, you don't have to. It was definitely a nice change of pace, but I
don't mind being the sub. I knew it was hard for you to let me be in
control, and I appreciated the sentiment, but you were born to be my
Master. When you take charge I feel so safe, secure and loved. Can I return
the favor?"

"Not right now, I want you alert today, I promise I'll make it up to you
tonight."

I washed him, my hands exploring all those beautiful, big muscles, as I
lathered him up. It was like studying braille anatomy. Every muscle was so
defined and chiseled, from his trapezius, to his six pack abs, all the way
down to his bulging calves. He could have posed for any of the statues of
Apollo. I massaged every tension knot out of them. With his coat all
slicked down with the water you could see all the definition. I couldn't
help but fall to my knees, where I belonged; in front of my Master. Looking
up at him, from my position of worship, while my hands massaged his
muscular legs, was such a turn on. The only thing that could have made it
better, was if I could have massaged the one muscle that I desired above
all the others.

We got out and dried each other off, I made sure I took extra special care
of my Masters family jewels. We dressed and went down to breakfast. As I
came down the steps, the boys came charging in, screamed "David" in unison
and tackled me. We rough housed a while and I let them pin me. They let me
up and I kissed them each good morning.

Arnold, as usual, acted as the spokesman, "Dad, can we play with David
after breakfast?"

"I'm afraid not. This is our honeymoon, we are going sightseeing and then
doing something special over night. We need to get to know each other
better. Don't worry though, next week you will have plenty of time to
acquainted while I'm at work."

"'Getting to know each other better,' is that a euphemism for screwing your
brains out?" Arnold said with a smirk.

"You have always been an impudent whelp. But yes, for your information, we
ARE going to screw each others brains out. I'm sure if you were a little
older, that would make you jealous."

I turned a little red. I was still a little shocked that the sheps were so
open about sex, even the children. As we walked into the kitchen I was
greeted by mom, she hugged me and kissed me good morning. "I'd ask you if
you had a good night sleep, but from the sound of things last night there
wasn't much sleeping going on. From the sound of things, you two had a
helluva time." she said with a smile.

"I'm sorry if we kept you up, we may have gotten a little carried away."
Master said a little sheepishly.

"Don't be silly, I'm glad you guys had a good time. That's why I wanted you
to go on the hunt in the first place. Woden, you needed this more than you
realize, David is the best thing that ever happened to you. Being the
leader has a lot of stress, having David as a companion has you a lot more
relaxed. I can see that already."

"You're right as always, I haven't even thought of the office since I went
on the hunt. Plus, I've been happier than I've ever been. Besides, he is a
hell of a lot better than my hand. Cuter too." he said winking at me.

"He definitely is cute, I don't think you could have found a better feral
if you looked 100 years." she said smiling at me. "It's obvious you two
were made for each other. You give him exactly what he needs and he gives
you exactly what you need. Anyone can see that. When you get back to work,
you better not take him for granted."

"No need to worry about that. It is going to be hard to keep my mind on
work, thinking about what I could be doing to my boy. But now that I have
the government set up, I shouldn't have to spend too much time at the
office."

We had something new to me called waffles with syrup, fried eggs, bacon and
milk to drink. There was lots of friendly conversation, the kids were
fascinated with how I lived in the wilderness. Even my Master and mom
listened attentively, as I told stories about living at the Firehole.

It was soon time to go. A limo pulled up and Master and I got into the
back. We toured the Thomas Jefferson Memorial, the Franklin D. Roosevelt
Memorial, the Korean War Veterans Memorial, the Abraham Lincoln Memorial,
the Vietnam Veteran's Memorial, and the World War II Memorial. My Master
explained the significance of each one. I tried to listen, but every time I
gazed onto his face while he was explaining, all I could think of was how
handsome he was, and how lucky I was to belong to him. He knew his history
well, the Shep's human ancestors were Americans and they were proud of
it. They passed their history down, plus Master had studied the golden age
of America, before it drifted down into socialism.

We went to the top of the Washington Monument and looked out over the
city. I was amazed by the majestic architecture of the city. We finished
off the morning by touring the National Zoo. I never knew there were so
many kinds of animals. They were so much different from the animals of the
Firehole, although some of the animals I was familiar with were also
there. One advantage of traveling with Master was that we never had to wait
in a line, so even though we did a lot we were done with our tour by 2 pm.

After touring DC the limo headed down to a place called Piney Point on the
Chesapeake Bay . We drove up to the marina and got out. Master pointed to a
boat tied up to the dock.

"Here is the surprise. We are going out striper fishing, among other
things." He said, as he grinned lewdly and cupped my ass with that big
hand, that covered it almost completely.

He introduced me to the captain of the boat, a small wiry shep, named
Roland. "Captain, tell David here a little about `Happy Hooker' and our
plan of attack."

"The `Happy Hooker' is a classic Bay-built fishing machine. She's 40 foot
long and has an exceptionally wide beam for her length, giving her better
stability and a comfortable ride. She is powered by twin 653HP Detroit
diesel engines. She has all the latest electronics, a big bait well and a
big cooler to keep the catch fresh. She has a well stocked galley, so food
won't be a problem even if we don't catch any fish. She also has a nice
cabin, if fishing is slow and you want some privacy to get in some `other
recreation'." He said as he sized me up with a grin. "We are going to
target striped bass, also known as stripers or rockfish. We will be
trolling tube lures and diving plugs. If we find any schools near the
surface we have a variety of poppers, and if you are really adventurous we
can go after them with bass bugs on a fly rod. Why don't you stow your gear
and we will get underway."

We carried our overnight bags below to the boat's cabin. It wasn't big,
just enough room for the double bed. We went back up on deck as Roland
maneuvered us out of the marina. We rode on the fly bridge, which gave us
an excellent view of the water. I had never been to such a large body of
water. I had thought Yellowstone Lake was big; it was dwarfed by the
bay. We sat on a bench seat on the fly bridge, as the captain opened up the
throttle. The boat picked up speed causing my long hair to fly out behind
me. Master pulled me close to him, I rested my head in the hollow of his
neck against his soft fur, and watched all the beautiful scenery rush past
us.

"Thank you Master."

"Your welcome, but I enjoy spoiling my pet. Plus I love striper fishing,
having you with me makes it just that much better. I hope you enjoy the
fishing."

"Master, I can't be with you and not enjoy myself. You are everything I
could possibly want. I have heard you say a couple of times that I worship
you and you weren't sure you could live up to it. Well I do worship you;
you're my Master, my lover and my Hero. I can't imagine how you could be
any more perfect." I think I embarrassed him because he was silent for a
moment, but he hugged me tighter.

Finally he said, "David, you are everything I could have wanted in a pet,
although I have a hard time thinking of you as a pet. More and more, I
think of you as just my lover. I am the most powerful Shep here on earth,
but I feel the most important and most powerful when I am with you. When
you look at me, and I see the true adoration in your eyes, it makes me feel
more special than when the all the eyes of earth are on me, when I am
giving a speech as the leader. It's a big responsibility being someone's
hero, I'll try my best to live up to it."

"Master, you don't have to try to live up to anything, you are who you are,
and that's more than enough for me."and with that I pulled his head down to
me and kissed him. We kissed tenderly, there would be time later for sex,
now was a time for romance. Even after we broke the kiss I continued to
nibble and suck on his long pendulous lips, while he caressed the back of
my head, and ran his fingers sensuously through my hair. Part of me wished
this moment would never end. But soon, we reached the area we were going to
fish.

When we got out to the first area we were going to fish, Roland gave me a
rod with a tube lure on it and gave Master one with a diving plug.

"I've marked some good sized fish on the fish finder, get your rods out and
I am going to try to make a pass over them again."

I had never used a level wind reel, so Master showed me how to let line
out. We put the lures in the water and let out enough line to get the lures
to the proper depth as the captain lined us up for another pass at the
fish. As we passed over the area where the captain marked fish, Master got
a hit. He set the hook and as I was reeling in to make sure I was out of
his way, one hit my fleeing lure. It hit so hard it hooked itself. Both of
us were fighting large fish, going over and under each other to keep from
tangling. After a 10 minute fight Master landed a 25 pound striper, and my
22 pounder soon followed his into the boat. We put both into the cooler and
dropped our lures back in the water. The captain made another pass and
Master got another hook up. This time, I managed to get my lure in and I
got a chance to watch my Master land the biggest one so far as I cheered
him on. He boated the 27 pounder, but after making a couple unsuccessful
passes over the same spot, we reeled in to cruise to another spot.

We moved to the next spot and Roland told us to drop our lines. We let them
out to the proper depth and made an unsuccessful pass over the area. Roland
turned us around and made another pass through and I managed to hook a 12
pounder. Master reeled his line in to give me room and I landed this one
relatively quickly. We made two more passes without getting a hit and then
reeled in to hunt for another spot. After another 15 minutes of searching
Roland told us to get back in the water. We were tied at two fish apiece,
although Master's were bigger than mine, and it was starting to turn into a
friendly competition. Which wasn't surprising since we were both very
competitive, hating to lose at anything.

"So we each have two, but mine are bigger." Master teased.

"You think everything of yours is bigger." I said, making a point to ogle
his groin. "Well it isn't over. I'll show you how to catch fish." I taunted
as I set the hook on one. My drag screamed as a huge fish started peeling
line off of my reel. "See, I told you so." I taunted. Then I concentrated
on trying to weather its first powerful run, keeping enough pressure on it
to try to tire it but not enough to break the line.

"You don't have this one in yet, don't count your chickens before they're
hatched." He jabbed back as he reeled in the line to give me room to play
this monster. But despite his words he did everything he could to try to
help me get the big fish in. I got it near the boat four times and each
time it saw the boat, it peeled off about a hundred yards of line in
spectacular drag squealing runs. I managed to weather all of them and was
finally able to bring it along side the boat for master to gaff, since it
was too big to net. We put it on the scale to get a weight.

"Forty-six pounds and nine ounces, wow that's a nice one, I'm going to have
a hard time topping that." Master complemented, but it was obvious he
wasn't giving up. We got our lines back into the water and as we made our
pass through we each hooked up with twin 20 pounders, which we boated with
no problems after a 10 minute fight.

It was my turn to needle him. "Well, not only do I have the biggest fish, I
have one more than you too. I guess I'll have to teach you how to fish for
these stripers." I said laughing.

"You ungrateful, egotistical, little feral, you haven't won anything
yet. I'm only getting warmed up." He said with mock indignation, as he
hurried to get his line back in the water before me. Neither of us got a
fish in the next two passes over this spot, so Roland moved the boat until
he marked more fish. We fished 2 more marks, each of us catching a fish
each at each one.

I was still up one fish, when Master said, "This is the last stop
tonight. We need to eat dinner, then turn in for the night. I still plan on
beating you, you ungrateful feral."

"Just what I expect to hear from a big muscle-headed Shep, that has more
muscles than brains." I said as I dropped my lure into the water and let it
trail out behind the trolling boat.

Master dropped his plug in and I soon had a fish on, a nice 31
pounder. Master reeled in so I would have room to fight this fish. I boated
him, so I was 2 fish ahead. As I was unhooking it, Master got his line back
in the water and before I was able to get mine in, he set the hook and let
out a whoop.

"YES! This is a big one, I think I've got you beat, if I can get it in."

It was a big one. Initially the competitive part of me wanted him to lose
it, and then I was ashamed of myself. Why should I want to win by having my
Master fail? My Master loved me and cared for me, and made me happier than
I had ever been in my life, why should I ever wish him ill? "Don't let him
get away, Master!" I yelled with real heartfelt enthusiasm.

This one fought similar to my big one and in the end, I gaffed it for
Master. We put it on the scale.

"Forty-nine pounds 3 ounces." I read. "Congratulations." I said and broke
down crying.

"Come on David; don't cry because I beat you, it was just a friendly
competition."

"I'm not crying because you beat me, I'm crying because I am ashamed of
myself. I am an ungrateful feral, just like you said. After all the things
you have done for me, taking me into your home, making me part of your
family, letting me be your lover, I wanted to see you fail. When you hooked
the big one, my first reaction was that I hoped it got away, so I could
win."

"Well you sure did sound like you wanted me to land it."

"I did want you to land it, after I thought about it for a couple of
seconds. But my first reaction was to see you fail, so I could win. I don't
think I'm worthy of being your lover."

He put his arms around me and pulled me close to him. "Well to be real
honest, I felt the same way when you hooked your big one, that's your first
reaction when you are a competitor. None of us are perfect; after you had a
chance to think about it, your heart was in the right place, so don't worry
about it." He said as he tilted my face up and wiped the tears from my
eyes. "I sure don't think any less of you." He said and kissed my
nose. "Besides we a have one more pass through here before were done, I
still have a chance to tie you in total fish."

"In your dreams." I said as I raced over to my rod and dropped my lure into
the water and started letting it out.

"You cheating feral!" he exclaimed in mock indignation as he grabbed his
rod and dropped his lure into the water.

But before his lure was even halfway out, my rod was almost ripped from my
hand by a vicious strike. I set the hook as best as I could, and he took
off on a drag burning run, peeling out 300 yards of line in his first
run. When he rested at the end of the run, I gained ground by a combination
of pulling him in and Roland backing the boat toward him. I regained the
300 yards, but when he saw the boat, he took off on another run that peeled
200 yards off the reel. This run wasn't quite as powerful as the first and
I was able to turn him easier. Again, with Roland's help I was able to
regain this line. This time, I was able to get him close enough to the boat
to see him.

"Damn David, he must be over 60 pounds. I've never seen one that big, don't
let him get away."

As he said that the fish took one more, much weaker run, only taking about
50 yards this time. I was soon able to regain this and bring it beside the
boat. A couple of more yards and we would be able to gaff it. I brought it
up to the surface, it thrashed about wildly in a last ditch effort to
escape when the line suddenly flew back at me. It had snapped. For a few
seconds, the striper didn't realize it was free, it just gasped at the
surface. Then, realizing it was free, it slowly sank into the depths.

Master picked up the end of my line and examined it. "It looks like your
lure was all the way in his mouth so his teeth could get to the line. He
must have abraded your line with his teeth when he shook his head at the
end." He put a consoling arm around me, "I'm sorry you lost it, David."

"It's not a problem; it was exciting while it lasted. He was a worthy
adversary and he won today." I grinned and added; "It gives us an excuse to
come back. Congratulation's on winning." I said as I gave him a big hug.

"I only won the big fish competition; you caught the most, so
congratulations to you too."

Roland headed us for a nearby island and anchored in a sheltered cove in
about 5 feet of water. We put our rods back in the rack. "It's time to
fillet our catch." While we each grabbed a fish and brought it to the fish
cleaning station, Roland started up the deep fryer and started mixing up
batter. "Do you know how to fillet a fish?"

"Yes Master." I said as I took the fillet knife that my master handed
me. We started with the smaller ones first. When Master finished filleting
his first one, he took it over to Roland so he could cook it. One fish
would be plenty for all of us, with plenty left over. We finished cleaning
our catch and put it in the cooler. We took the heads, bones and entrails
and put them into 6 crab traps, and threw them into the water. They sunk to
the bottom but were marked by a small buoy attach to each one with a short
rope.

"Hopefully, those will catch lunch for tomorrow. I doubt if you've ever had
blue crabs before, you're in for a real treat."

We washed up just as Roland was putting the finishing touches on dinner. We
helped him carry it to the table. "I made batter fried striper, French
fries and coleslaw." he said, pointing to each platter as he mentioned
it. We sat down and started eating. We listened most of the meal while
Roland regaled us with fishing stories. We helped Roland clean up after
dinner, and then climbed up on the fly bridge to watch the sunset and
digest our food.

Master sat down on the bench seat and motioned me in front of him. He
unbuttoned my shorts and took them off of me. Then he pulled my shirt off
over my head. "You don't need these, it's warm enough out here and with the
sun going down you don't need to worry about sunburn. I think you look much
better this way." he said as he grinned and cupped my package, fondling me
for a few seconds. "I still can't believe that you are all mine." I
immediately started to stiffen.

"Neither can I."

"I think we should give each other pet names, for when we make love. What
do you think Sweetcheeks?"

I blushed. I thought for a moment "OK, how about Poppa Woody, since you're
always poppin' a woody," I said with a smirk. "Some guys just have no
control over themselves, their brains are in their balls."

He laughed, "Me not having control of myself, your the one who wishes I was
permanently tied to you."

"And just what's wrong with that? I thought you like the fact that I
worship you. Besides who wouldn't want filled with seed from the most
powerful being on the planet? The sexiest too!" I said as I bent forward
put my arms around him and pulled him into a passionate kiss. After a few
seconds I reached down and felt his member, he was getting hard again.

"See, you're poppin' a woody again!", and with that I pulled him down to
the ground. It was easy to do, since I caught him off balance and
completely by surprise.

"Hey!" Master yelled in surprise as he hit the deck with me landing on top
of him.

"Am I being too rough for the big, ugly, hybrid?" I asked mockingly.

He grinned, "You are going to pay for this, your ass is mine, Feral."

"In your dreams, tall, dark and gruesome." I knew I had no chance, Master
was twice my size, incredibly strong and amazingly coordinated. Besides, I
got all weak in the knees whenever I felt his strength. I wanted to be
dominated by him. Despite that. I tried to pin him. He soon had the tables
turned, I was in a prone position, face down. He was on top of me, his
right hand holding my right wrist, his left hand holding my left wrist,
stretching my hands over my head. His legs pinned mine, and his big shaft
was running up and down my ass crack leaking precum, like there was no
tomorrow. I was completely controlled, I couldn't move a muscle. His whole
body was in contact with mine, dominating me completely.

"It looks like the insolent little feral is helpless against the big, bad,
all-powerful Shep."

As he said this, he held both of my hands wrists with his left hand. Then
he got both of his knees between my legs, and used them to spread me wide
open. I tried to resist, but it was hopeless, he was just too
powerful. Plus, deep down inside I desperately wanted him to fuck my brains
out and fill me with his effects again. I was already hopelessly addicted
to him. His right hand peeled his sheath off of his throbbing python and
guided it to it's new home. I felt the head of his glorious cock searching
for my hole, leaking pre to lube me up. He found it, and I was soon
penetrated by his head. My ass was at the wrong angle for deep penetration,
I needed to be tilted up to receive him completely. I had no choice, if I
didn't tilt my ass up, he was going to rip me a new orifice. I surrendered,
tilting my ass to give him the proper angle. He felt my capitulation, and
laughed.

"This will teach you to know your place feral." He said and he hilted it in
one thrust. I let out a howl of pain, but I knew it would be temporary, the
ecstasy would soon follow. My resistance elicited a large spurt of effects
laden precum, which eased the pain and almost completely erased my
resistance. It was taking less and less effects for me to be completely in
thrall to my Master. Every ten seconds or so he pumped another shot of it
into me. He was hammering in and out of me with the speed and power of one
of his German Shepherd ancestors. I felt so helpless and defenceless. Those
huge balls were slapping against mine so hard that it probably would have
been painful, if I hadn't been under the influence of his powerful
effects. I couldn't help myself at this point, I was straining to give him
the best angle for the deepest penetration. My prostate was tingling wildly
from the stimulation, I knew I wasn't going to last long at this rate. It
felt like my Master was trying to force his whole body up my asshole. He
was getting down to the short strokes, now I could feel his knot beginning
to grow in me. Soon it was grapefruit size, putting continuous pressure on
my prostate. That was all I could take, I had an explosive orgasm. I
clamped down hard on my Master's knot as I exploded. This brought him over
the edge with me. My Master howled out his triumph and I felt his semen jet
deep into me. It was instant euphoria. Despite the fact that Master's huge
knot was now totally immobilized in my tight rectum, he was instinctively
trying to thrust it in even further, so he could plant his pups deep in
me. I would have given anything to be able to carry his pups, I would have
to settle for satisfying his every sexual desire. I was drifting further
and further into that blissful satisfied dream state, that Master's effects
induced.

I drifted in and out of awareness. The fullness I felt from my Master's
knot was reassuring, it made me know I was owned, desired and loved. I
wasn't conscious when my Master pulled out of me, carried me into the
cabin, and laid me on the bed next to him. When I awoke, my face was buried
in his chest fur, and my right arm and leg were draped over my Master. He
was on his back, his left arm holding me tightly to him, dominating me even
in his sleep. That was all the reassurance I needed and I slept contentedly
until dawn.

When I awoke, master was still sleeping. I was not going to be denied a
liquid breakfast this morning. I slipped out of his grasp and quietly
slipped down his body. I didn't have to do anything to get him hard, he was
already sporting morning wood. I caressed his testicles, they felt so firm
and full. I rubbed my hand up and down his sheath, delighting in the
velvety texture of the short fur that covered it. I held my hand around his
sheath, then slipped my tongue into his sheath and ran it around his
corona. The smell and taste was male, virile, musky. My Master moaned in
his sleep. I slid his sheath down with my right hand and caressed his nuts
with the other. As I took the head into my mouth, I was just about ready to
swoon from the assault on my senses. The combination of the musk, the
gaminess, the texture and the pheromones had me light headed, and I wanted
more. Just then, I felt a large hand on the back of my head.

"What a beautiful sight to open my eyes to, first thing in the morning."

I felt a second hand make it's way to my head. My Master was in full
control of the situation, as it should be. He bobbed my head up and down
his shaft. Meanwhile; I jerked my hand up and down the base of his shaft,
trying to get him to knot up, so I could drink my breakfast. Master moaned,
as I used my other hand to caress those big Shep balls. His musk was
getting me hornier and hornier, I wasn't sure who would cum first. We were
both racing to our climax, but Master reached his first. He pulled my head
up, until only the head of his big cock was in my mouth. He then blasted
copious quantities of Shep spunk into my mouth, overpowering my taste buds,
his musk and pheromones overloading all of my senses. I took a swallow,
then started blowing my load onto the bed, as I continued to swallow every
drop of my Masters precious load.

It took us both a few minutes to recover. Then Master pulled me up to give
me a good morning kiss. "Thanks for the delightful wake up call."

"I didn't do it for you, I told you yesterday I wanted a liquid
breakfast. I just had to take it into my own hands, and mouth to get it. I
told you, I plan on keeping those balls drained, I don't want there to be
any left for anyone else."

Master laughed, "At the rate your going, you definitely won't have to worry
about that. But I promise I won't screw anyone except Freyja without your
knowledge and consent."

"Well I'm not taking any chances." I replied with a giggle.

"You are hopeless." He replied as he smiled and tousled my hair.

We cuddled together for about 15 minutes, then Master said. "We need to go
down and get breakfast, we want to get an early start. Roland is going to
try to find somewhere where they are cruising the surface so we can try to
get them on the fly rods. Do you know how to use a fly rod?"

"A little, I have caught some trout on one." I said modestly

"Well if you have any problems Roland and I can give you some pointers."

We went to the galley where Roland already had the eggs, bacon, hash browns
and buttered toast ready. We ate while he looked for a good spot.

We were just finishing breakfast when Roland found an area where the
stripers came into the shallows. We were going to attempt to take them with
fly rods and popping bugs. I could see that my Master had some skill with a
fly rod, but this was something that I was obviously better at than he
was. I was really good with a fly rod, that is what we used to fish with at
the Firehole. Allen had owned a fly shop right outside of Yellowstone
before the collapse of the United States. Therefore when he joined the
tribe we had a huge stockpile of fly fishing and fly tying equipment and
supplies. I had become the best fly fisherman in the tribe, since Allen had
coached me since I was 6 years old. I had surpassed him by the time I was
14 years old.

The salt water fly rod was a heavier rod and line combo than I was used to,
and the popping bugs were bigger and more wind resistant than the trout
flies I was used to. But it only took a few casts to get the rhythm of the
bigger rod. I was soon able to punch a good 50 foot double-haul casts into
the wind and get my fly within a few inches of my target.

I spotted a nice striper slowly cruising the surface and punched a cast
into the wind that landed 10 feet in front of him. I let it rest for about
5 seconds and when he was about 2 feet away I twitched it. With a flick of
his tail, he exploded onto the popper. I set the hook and the fight was
on. The 15 pounder put up a nice fight, even leaping several times, before
I landed it.

"That was impressive Sweetcheeks, I've never seen anyone that good with a
fly rod."

"That was all I used at the Firehole. I was the best in our tribe. In some
of the bigger pools, you had to be able to double haul cast in order to get
your fly in some of the better runs."

"Could you give me a few pointers on casting?"

"I guess I could give you some lessons on using a long rod, as long as you
promise to use your other long rod on me later."

"That will be the easiest promise I'll ever have to keep. The most fun
too."

I got up on a milk crate behind my master and guided his arm through the
motions of casting. My groin was rubbing up against his ass, I could feel
his tail clenching tight to cover his virgin hole. "Just relax Master, I'm
not planning on deflowering you."

He grinned and said, "It was that obvious, huh. Maybe one of these days I
won't be so defensive, but I've never been anyone's bitch."

"I don't expect you to ever be my bitch, you're my big alpha stud dog. I'm
quite happy being YOUR Bitch." I said as I hugged him close to me and
nuzzled his ear affectionately. "You're my Poppa Woody," I continued and
let one hand trail down to cup his package, "and this is what I live for."

"OK. Enough of this, let's get back to casting, before I lose control, and
have to fuck your sweet little ass."

"Promises, promises!"

But, despite the banter, I continued showing him the right casting
planes. Then I taught him the proper rhythm for the cast, the proper time
to stop his backcast, the right amount of pause to let the fly line
straighten out behind him to load the rod, the right moment to punch the
rod forward and the proper place to end the cast to get the best
distance. I explained to him the mechanics of loop control, and how to
maintain a tight loop to get maximum distance and to be able to punch the
big wind resistance deer hair bug into a stiff breeze.

I saw a striper cruising the surface. I put Master through the right
motions and dropped the bug directly in the stripers path. When it was 2
feet away, I told him to give it a twitch. He did and the 20 pounder
hammered the bug with malice. We both gave a "Whooo" and Master was soon
subduing this nice sized fish on a fly rod.

We took turns casting to cruising fish, though today there was no
competition. I gave him more pointers and he was improving rapidly. It made
me feel good to be able to teach my Master something useful. When the sun
got too high in the sky, the stripers moved to deeper water, ending our fly
fishing session.

We went back up to the fly bridge and Roland headed the boat back to the
place where we had our crab traps. Out in the open bay there was a nice
breeze that put a 2 foot chop on the water. We were heading into the wind
so the boat was bouncing rhythmically as we cut across the waves. I was
sitting on my Master's lap, I felt him growing. I turned my head and
grinned. He grinned back, it seemed we both had the same idea. I stood up
and dropped my shorts. I turned around and took his erection into my mouth
to lube him up. Then I turned around and backed up to him. I was going to
guide him when he stopped me for a moment.

"Wait a second Sweetcheeks, I want to lube you up first. Besides, I want a
taste of those sweet cheeks again." He said as he spread my cheeks wide and
started rimming my sensitive hole. Soon he was penetrating me,using that
massive tongue to prep me for our little dalliance. That big, muscular
tongue stretched and lubed me to perfection.

When he finally had his fill of my "sweet cheeks", he withdrew. I backed up
and guided him into me, the bouncing of the boat caused him to penetrate me
at about an inch per bounce. He was soon hilted in me balls deep, he pulled
me all the way back onto his lap and hugged me possessively to his
chest. He was ready to put another claim on his property. He was erotically
licking my ear, like a dog would while breeding a bitch. I had NO problem
with being his bitch. We didn't have to move at all, the boat provided all
the movement we needed. Soon his knot started to swell, locking us
together. It was soon the size of a small grapefruit. Now with each bounce
of the boat, the motion massaged the base of his knot against my sphincter
causing him to ejaculate. It also caused my Masters glorious huge cock to
batter my prostate causing me to cum twice on the way back to the cove. I
got just enough of my Masters effects to relax me, and take the edge off my
desire for him.

When we got back to the cove where we had left the crab traps, we retrieved
them. There were over 60 nice sized blue crabs in them. Roland soon had a
huge pot of water boiling, he measured out a quarter cup of seasoning into
it and dumped the first 15 crabs into it. He put a disposable plastic sheet
over a four foot round plastic table that he had set up on the deck, and
melted a pound of salted butter. The smell from the boiling crabs was
wonderful, my mouth was watering already. As soon as they were done, Roland
pulled the basket out, let them drain for a few seconds and the dumped the
steaming hot crabs on the table. He refilled the basket with about 15 more
crabs, put it back in the water to boil, and joined us at the table.

My Master showed me how to break open the crabs, to get the sweet delicious
meat inside. He tore one open with his hands exposing all the sweet white
meat. He took a fork and removed some from the crab, dipped it in the
butter, and guided it into my mouth. It was wonderful! I tore one open and
fed my Master a forkful. It was slower but much more fun to feed each
other, so we alternated. The added bonus is it gave me plenty of time to
gaze at my Masters handsome face, a sight that I never tired of. He was so
handsome, so masculine, so ALPHA!

I found an especially choice lump of crab meat, dipped it in the butter and
said, "If you want it, you are going to have to work for it." I said as I
popped it into my mouth.

"I think I'm up for the challenge." He said as pulled my head close to
his. He kissed me, forcing his big long Shep tongue between my lips. He
didn't go directly for the piece of crab, instead he lingered, his tongue
leisurely exploring its property, before finally claiming its prize. He
pulled it into his mouth, chewed and swallowed.

"The best piece so far." He claimed as he pulled me into another deep
kiss. I was putty in his massive hands, he could do whatever he wanted with
me and I would be content. Even though it had been less than 3 days ago, my
old life at the Firehole seemed so far away.

"Hey! I thought I was your best piece so far." I teased.

"I meant my best piece of crab meat. Of course you are the best piece I've
ever had, and I intend to indulge in you frequently."

"No matter how frequently it is, it will never be frequently enough for
me." I said as I pulled him close for another kiss.