Earth's New Masters Part 10 Airball
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I woke while it was still dark, with my head on my Masters chest listening to his heart beating. It seemed to comfort me and make me realize how much I loved my Master and how much I really wanted to be with him deep down inside. I glanced down and noticed that he had morning wood and his head was peaking out of his sheath. He must have been having a dream, he was mumbling and he had a big smile on his muzzle. I reached down and cupped my Masters huge balls, he was so masculine and virile, how could he possibly raise his tail to anyone. How could someone not want to give themselves to him. I know I wanted to, why did it have to be wrong?
I saw his one-eyed monster sneaking out of its cave and I could resist no longer. I slid down his body and wrapped my hand around his shaft and started slowly sliding his sheath up and down. It would go down below his corona and then all the way up until it barely covered his head. After about 10 seconds a "pearl" of precum formed at the tip and as I slid his sheath up over his head it collected on the end of his sheath. I couldn't help but lick it right off of the tip of his sheath. It relaxed me and eased my nagging inhibitions at the same time. I peeled his sheath back and my lips followed his sheath down his shaft. When it hit the back of my throat he shot another squirt of precum into my mouth. I moaned lightly and that seemed to wake him. I felt his paw resting on the back of my head and heard my master say...
"That's a good boy, Beau. The best wake up call I've ever had." He moaned and released a much bigger volley of precum into my mouth as a reward. I could tell this one contained even more of whatever is in Shep seed, because now I didn't give a damn about whether I was a real man or not. I straddled him facing the head of the bed and positioned him at my pucker. I rubbed it up and down my man crack and he obliged by squirting a couple of big shots of precum. I used his member to spread it around and get me ready. I lined him up with my manhole and slowly eased myself over him. Damn it felt good. No, it didn't just feel good, it felt right. I moaned with desire.
"That's what the big dog wants. He wants his little bitch to want him."
"How could anyone not want a stud like you, Master?" I said, and I meant it. He was big, powerful, honorable and protective. And just about any other positive adjective you could choose that described a "real" man. How could pleasing my Master, who had been so kind to me so far, be wrong? I continued to slide up and down that big shaft, angling so it hit my prostate on each stroke. I was hard as a rock myself and leaking precum, which was running down my much smaller penis, down my balls and dripping onto my Master. To my surprise he bent forward and started lapping it up, then following it up my shaft to the source as I rode up and down on him.
He stopped for a second and said, "You are delicious Beau." then he took me all the way in his muzzle and went to work with that big Shep tongue. I knew I wouldn't last long. I couldn't help myself, I grabbed the back of his head and thrust against him as I came hard. My Master eagerly swallowed all of my seed, and acted like he wanted more. I usually go limp after an orgasm. But when I am affected by my Master's precum, I can go 2 or 3 times without losing my erection. This time was no different. But my Master was on the edge and he soon rolled us over so he could take charge, which was just what I wanted too. Being a "real" man was going to just have to wait, in my heart I knew this was how it was supposed to be. It just felt so right, even though my mind was telling me it was wrong to like it. But as he urgently drove his huge maleness into me, his knot catching behind my sphincter and swelling up to mammoth proportions. He grunted loudly as he exploded into me. My orgasm followed his and then I slowly faded into oblivion as his seed jetted deep inside me. When we woke for the second time, the sun was shining in our east facing window. My Master was holding me tightly to his massive chest. "Good morning Beau!" My Master said cheerfully.
"Good morning Master." I said, happy but still a little groggy from the effects of his semen.
Soon we got up and showered together, then made our way down to breakfast. The rest of the family was waiting. When I walked in I went right up to Fenrir and said, "I'm sorry for spilling my Sunday on you last night. I didn't mean to."
"I know you didn't." He said, but you could still see the resentment in him.
We had a simple breakfast of bacon and eggs, flaky buttermilk biscuits with butter and a glass of orange juice. The atmosphere was much more relaxed and I was able to eat seconds. There was plenty of conversation although the boys still didn't talk to me much.
"Beau, I'm glad you've got your appetite back." My Master opined as I finished my second helping.
"I told you it was just nerves." I said smiling.
"Well hopefully that is the end of that problem. I plan on working out while Signy gives the pups their reading and math lessons. Do you want to join me?" "Sure, but I may not know how to work out the way you do."
"Don't worry, I'll teach you. It will be fun. The torture chamber... er... I mean gym in the basement." He said with a wink.
I giggled at this. I was almost starting to feel at home. My Master led me to the basement, to a room full of equipment. I worked out a lot back home, mostly with calisthenics and isometrics, and I was built better than anyone in my tribe, even that little bastard David, although I have to admit that being 5 years older than him had something to do with that.
"There are two different ways to do a strength training work out and we have both here. We have machines and free weights. Machines are better for beginners since you can't hurt yourself as easily. Because they are built for a specific range of motion they make you follow the proper form. You can also use them to max out without a spotter. Free weights, on the other hand, are better once gain some strength and you learn the proper techniques and forms. We will start you on the machines and then after a couple of weeks move you to a mix of machines and free weights.
My Master put me on several machines that worked my legs, he demonstrated a set and then I copied him, of course at a much lower weight. After we were done working the legs, we went to the bench press. My Master demonstrated it on a light weight and said, "Now Beau, this is the one thing we are going to do today with free weights. We are going to see how much you can lift so we can chart your progress. I'll be your spotter so you don't have to worry about dropping it" He started with 150 lbs and I had no trouble with that. He went up to 200 lbs and I was still able to lift it fairly easily. He added 10 more pounds to each side and I had to put some effort into getting it up. "Beau, for a human that has never lifted before you are doing great. Let's try 240 pounds."
He added the 20 lbs and and I struggled, but with his encouragement I was able to get it up. "That's great Beau. Now I'm going to do my bench press over here on the Smith machine, you won't be able to handle the weight I use so you won't be able to spot for me, but the Smith machine will keep it from falling on me if I cramp up."
He went over to the Smith machine and started adding weights to the Olympic weights. BIG weights. He kept adding 100 lb plates to the bar, 5 on each side then a 25 lb and a 5 lb plate to each side. Plus the Olympic bar weighed 45 lbs I couldn't believe it, he was going to try to lift 1105 lbs, that was more than 4 times what I could lift. He laid on the bench and got in position. He put his paws on the bar at about shoulder width, took a couple of deep breaths and pushed the bar up. He extended his arms completely then slowly lowered the bar nearly to his massive chest. Then he pushed it back up. With each rep he did his muscles got more defined. Damn was he sexy! He finally got the 10th rep up and back on the rack. His huge muscles were straining and pulsing as he slid out from under the bar and sat on the side of the bench.
"WOW! That was amazing Master!" His face lit up upon hearing the praise, but not as much as when I knelt down in front of him. I couldn't help myself, I had never seen something so sexy in my life as my big strong Master, straining with all his might to bench press over half a ton. Even through his fur you could see every cord of muscle and every bulging vein. As I licked my lips he started to harden. I peeled the sheath off of the object of my desire, and took the head into my mouth. My Master moaned in response to the warmth of my mouth as I nursed on that virile piece of dog flesh. My tongue was having a field day on his head as I jerked the base of his cock.
"Oh that feels so good, Beau." He moaned in a barely intelligible whisper, as he rubbed my head sensuously. I could feel him starting to tense and this time when I stroked down to the base of his cock, I could feel his knot starting to form. I gripped it tight and after 2 firm tugs on it I was rewarded as his balls slammed up against his body and he tensed up with his orgasm. I swallowed every drop. It made me woozy and I collapsed against my Master releasing his knot.
He picked me up and held me close to him. "Beau, that was wonderful. I really think you are coming around." And with that he carried me upstairs and laid me on his bed. That was the last thing I remembered until he woke me for lunch.
"Come on Beau, it's lunch time!"
I got up and tried to shake the cobwebs out of my head. I wasn't successful until half way through the meal. But the pizza was delicious. My Master kept putting more on my plate and I kept putting them away. By the time I was done I had eaten 6 pieces.
"Well pups why don't we go out and play some basketball before dinner. Woden is coming back today and I'm supposed to meet with him after dinner."
The pups all agreed with enthusiastic approval. "Good. Come on Beau. Why don't each of you pups grab a ball." My Master said as he rose from the table. To my surprise he didn't snap my leash onto my collar.
"Does FT have to come?" Fenrir groaned with frustration.
"His name is Beau. And yes he does! He is supposed to be a member of this family also. I wish you would be a little more understanding Fenrir." Fenrir just grumbled in reply. "Beau do you know how to play basketball?"
"No Master. I don't even know what it is." Fenrir just rolled his eyes, but my Master glared at him. We walked out the back door and onto a big asphalt slab that had baskets on each end. My Master explained the lines on the "court" and the basics of playing the game. Fenrir, my Master and I stayed at one end and the other 3 pups went to the other basket and started warming up. Fenrir went to the foul line and shot the ball at the basket, he didn't even touch the rim. My Master gave me a ball and told me to try. I tried to copy what Fenrir did, but I didn't get it anywhere near the rim. Fenrir snorted in derision.
"Pup you need to lose the attitude, he's never played before, it is going to take some time for him to get good at it. Don't worry Beau; let me show you how to shoot the ball." He showed me how to position my hands and arms, how to set my feet and guided me through releasing the ball. "Shoot a few and see if you get the hang of it." I stood about half way to the foul line and took a shot. This time I hit the front of the rim. My Master rebounded the ball and tossed it to me. I caught the ball shakily; we never played games so I didn't have much practice. Plus my small hands made it even harder with such a large ball. "That's a little better, a little higher and harder." I tried again and the ball bounced off the back of the rim. "You're getting it straight; you just need to practice the trajectory now." He rebounded it again and I caught it a little better. This time I concentrated and it hit the back of the rim but bounced up and hit the rim on the left side and bounced through the hoop. "Great Beau, see you're getting the hang of it." Fenrir let out a snort and shot a turn around shot from about 12 feet out hitting nothing but net. He looked so smooth doing it; I would never be able to play like that. He was making about 70% of the shots, running all over the court putting up shots. I continued to try to shoot and I was making about a quarter of my shots, but I had to stand still and set up to shoot.
My Master finally took a ball and took a turnaround shot from midcourt. He jumped high in the air before releasing the ball and hit nothing but net. Fenrir threw him the ball and he dribbled to the corner and repeated it from the corner, swishing it also. It was impressive, he was 6'6" tall and his feet were 4 feet off of the ground when he released the ball. The athletic capabilities of the Sheps were amazing; men couldn't jump that high or that effortlessly. Fenrir rebounded it and threw a crisp pass back to his father.
"Daddy, do the dunk from the top of the key." Fenrir begged.
My Master got a big grin on his muzzle as he dribbled the ball to the other end of the court. He turned around and dribbled back toward our end of the court, quickly picking up speed. About a foot before he reached the top of the key he leaped toward the basket, he spun around 360 degrees, his feet about eye level to me, and then he tilted forward and jammed the ball through the basket. His fingers caught the front of the rim long enough to let his feet catch up, gracefully landing about 8 feet behind the basket. I stood there with my mouth open, I had never seen anything like it.
"Woot! You're awesome Dad!" Fenrir said as he ran over to high five his dad, the hero worship was evident. My Master was beaming, basking in the adulation from his son. I should have said something, but to defend myself I was rooted in the spot totally speechless. It would be so easy to please my Master, all he wanted from me was for me to love him and look up to him. It shouldn't be that hard to do, he was pretty amazing at everything. It seemed that Sheps craved praise as much as their German Shepherd ancestors, all I would have to do is tell my Master what I was thinking and I could make him so happy. Why did my pride cause it to stick in my throat?
"Well lets split up into teams, how about Odo, Beau and I against you three. Half court, 7 win by 2 to 10." I had no idea what the numbers meant. I saw Fenrir gaze at me with a malicious grin from out of his father's line of sight. "Beau to make it fair, I am only allowed to be a passer and I'm not allowed in the key on offense or defense. And I'm only allowed to shoot if no one is guarding me."
"OK Master." I replied. This made sense because there's no way any of the pups would have been able to stop him. After watching him warm up I couldn't think of anyone short of Woden that would be able to guard him. This made me think of how he outran all the others when he caught me, and to my surprise I started to get a woody when I thought about what had happened after he caught me. Damn, deep down inside I knew I loved it when he mastered me. My Master was "awesome" just like his son said, why couldn't I acknowledge it, surrender to him and be happy.
"Since I can't go in the key we are going to have to play a zone. Odo you play on the right underneath, Beau you play on the left underneath and I will play out front." I had a vague idea of what he meant. He said and threw the ball out to Adelwolf and got in a defensive crouch.
Fenrir immediately came to my side and called for the ball. I came out to guard him, he faked right, I took the fake, and then he dribbled the ball between his legs and went around me to the left and laid it in for a basket. He high fived Adelwolf and Baldwin, then mumbled "I showed the bastard".
Odo grabbed the ball and threw it out to my Master at the top of the key. They were each guarding a player, and Fenrir of course had decided to guard and torment me. I think my Master saw this so he passed it to Odo. Fenrir faked like he was going to double cover Odo, so Odo threw it over to me. I tried to catch the ball but bobbled it and Fenrir snatched it out of my hands and turned around and laid it in the basket.
"Way to go Fuck Up!" Odo spat in disgust.
"That's enough Odo, he's just learning. It's just a game. Don't worry Beau; you'll get the hang of it." Fenrir threw the ball back to his dad and we started again. He passed it to Odo again and this time when Fenrir came over to double team Odo shot the ball. It came off the backboard toward me and I was open so I shot it. At least I tried to shoot it. Fenrir, who was only about 4'6" tall, was much quicker than I was and he could really leap. He jumped up and blocked the ball before I could get it out of my hand. He quickly passed it out to Baldwin at the top of the key and while I stood there confused he passed it back to Fenrir who got another layup. They were up 3 to nothing and it was all my fault.
"OK this isn't working. Fenrir that's not very sportsmanlike. Take it easy on Beau, he's just learning." My Master chided.
"I didn't cheat!" Replied Fenrir. "It's not my fault he's a loser."
"He's not a loser, he is just learning."
Fenrir was probably right, I was a loser. I would never be as good as a Shep at this game. I was short, slow and couldn't jump very well, even for a human. I was strong for a human, and I was probably stronger than the pups, but I was like a child compared to my Master's strength.
"Well Fenrir, you change teams with Odo. It will be you, Beau and me against your brothers." Fenrir pouted and threw the ball to my Master at the top of the key. Odo was guarding me, Adelwolf was guarding Fenrir and Baldwin was guarding my Master. My Master threw it over to Fenrir and then ran down toward him stopping next to Adelwolf. Fenrir ran behind my Master which blocked out Adelwolf and he had an easy shot before Baldwin could help out. He swished the shot from about 8 feet away. We were now only down 3 to 1.
"Beau, that's what is called a pick, when you stand next to someone and let your teammate use you to 'pick' off the guy guarding him."
We set up on defense and Baldwin passed the ball in to Odo. He froze me with a fake and easily drove around me. When Fenrir came over to help out, he passed over to Adelwolf who had an easy layup.
Fenrir yelled at me, "Hey you useless dickhead, I can't do this all by myself!"
"FENRIR!" My Master hollered. "I've had about enough of you and your attitude. Beau isn't trying to screw up, he's just learning. Why can't you help him learn how to play? I helped you learn how to play."
"Well you don't anymore; you spend all your time with FT. You teach him, I don't want anything to do with him."
"I don't know what's gotten into you; you've never been disrespectful to me before. Get your ass up to your room."
Fenrir glared at me, and then walked back to the house. The other pups turned to follow. "Where are you going?" My Master asked.
"Were going to our room, we don't want to play anymore." Replied Odo.
My Master looked so crestfallen. It looked almost as if he was half tempted to order them back here, but then he sighed in defeat. I could tell he wasn't used to losing. He was a born leader, used to having all Sheps (other than Woden) following him unquestioningly, and now his own pups were having a mutiny. And it was all because of me.
"I'm sorry Master." I said softly.
"It's not your fault Beau."
But I knew it was. I saw the way his sons idolized him. I saw the hero worship in Fenrir's eyes after my Master dunked the basketball. I saw how much it meant to my Master that his sons looked up to him. And I was fucking it all up... And I wasn't giving him anything in return...