Earth's New Masters Part 19 Overshadowed Again
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I woke up refreshed, cuddling Fenrir. It was still dark as we walked over to the mess hall for breakfast. There was a buffet of eggs, bacon, sausage, hot cakes, and toast. We filled up because it would be a long time until lunch. We finished up, got our gear on and walked over to the stream before the sun came up. We could hear fish rising, we just didn't have enough light to see them yet. Gustav led us over to a different section of the stream which he felt was a little better for the morning hatch. It was a little more turbulent which meant the fish wouldn't be able to see much more than the outline of our flies and with the added speed of the current would have to make decisions much quicker. We didn't fish it at dusk because it would have been harder for us to see our flies in the failing light. David and his pups took the first run we came to and I took my pups about a hundred yards upstream.
When we got to a good section of stream I set each of the pups up at a good run and got them started. At first I didn't fish, I just gave them pointers. It was much more rewarding helping my pups fish than catching them myself. I've caught tens of thousands of trout, so many that they just kinda blur together in my memory, but I remembered each one that I helped the pups catch. The pups were catching on quick and were remembering all the tips I showed them much more efficiently than a human would. But still there were plenty of new things to show them as the situation demanded. Gustav had told us that we should each keep 2 trout between 12 and 16 inches long for our shore lunch, and by 7 AM we all had our two on the stringer. The hardest part had been finding fish smaller than the 16 inch upper limit. The stone fly hatch lasted until about 10 AM, then started petering out. All the pups caught fish, but of course Fenrir caught the most in our group. I could have caught more, but I spent most of my time helping rather than fishing. As the hatch faded the fish quit coming to the surface, so it was time to change tactics.
"OK pups we're going to drop down to a 3X tippet and try the big stonefly nymphs. They're heavily weighted so watch your heads when you're casting." I helped them adjust their leaders and tie on the big nymphs then demonstrated how to fish them. I cast out into a deep run and let it sink to the bottom, drifting with the current, then I twitched it across the bottom. As it crawled across the bottom in front of a big rock a nice 22" brown trout came out and hammered it. I set the hook and he took off making my reel squeal. It didn't take too long to get him in on the heavier tippet. "Fishing the nymphs is a lot more work and not as much fun, but you're more likely to get larger fish on the nymphs, especially these huge stone fly nymphs." I said as the pups admired the biggest fish of the day so far. Now they were eager to give it a try. They were learning to read the water pretty good by now and with their excellent eyesight they would eventually be able to see fish even better than I could once they trained themselves on what to look for. There is a knack for seeing fish holding in the current, you look for shadows. Trout suspended in the current throw shadows, rocks on the bottom don't, so even when the ripples in the surface distort your vision, if you know what you are looking for you can spot fish. They were catching a lot of fish in the 17 to 20 inch range, but no one had hooked into a real monster yet. I was working my way up stream looking for good spots when I saw a huge shadow dart out from an undercut bank and grab a nymph drifting in the current.
"Hey Fenrir, come here for a second."
Fenrir reeled his line in and waded over to me. "What's up Jeff?"
"I want you to cast over there and let your nymph drift under the bank."
Fenrir cast where I told him and right before it swung under the bank the trout came out to meet his fly. Fenrir's eyes got big, but fortunately he got over his shock soon enough to set the hook. The big hook in the nymph seated itself firmly in the corner of the monster's mouth. When he felt that hook drive into his mouth he took off for his hole under the bank. But Fenrir remembered the things I had taught him and turned him before he could get into it. Since we were fishing the big nymphs we were using a 3X tippet which was 10 pound test, so he could really put pressure on him.
"Try to get him downstream to the next pool." I coached. "There aren't as many things for him to hang up on, plus the current is slower."
"I'll try." Fenrir replied but he was really concentrating on landing the fish.
He managed to get him downstream and by that time his brothers had reeled in and were on the bank watching the struggle. Even Gustav had come running up to see if Fenrir could land this big fish. David and his pups were around the bend a little so they couldn't see what was going on. This big brown was putting up quite a tussle, but Fenrir was determined to land him and was doing a great job of turning his head and not letting him get any momentum. Finally after 10 minutes he beached him in the shallows. I had caught bigger in the Madison, but this was a really nice fish. Gustav knelt down with then tape measure to see just how long it was.
"Twenty six and a half inches." He proclaimed with a whistle. "That's one helluva fish pup. Here hold it up while I get a picture of it. Why don't one of you pups go and get David and Woden's pups. They need to see this one!"
While Odo ran to get the others, Fenrir proudly held the fish up for some pictures. Then Gustav took the fish and held it in the water while he took measurements on it, to be able to make a molded replica for a wall mount. By that time Woden's pups had come running up.
"Where's the big fish?" Arnold asked.
Fenrir went over to Gustave who was done with his measurements and picked up the fish, holding it in front of him. "Jeff showed me where it was, he could have caught it if he wanted to." Fenrir said beaming at me.
"It's no big deal." I replied a little embarrassed. "I've caught bigger ones on the Madison. I had more fun watching you catch it."
"Damn that's a big fish Fenrir." Arnold said with a whistle.
That was followed by all the pups offering their congratulations and comments at the same time, which was somewhat unintelligible and humorous at the same time. It was then I noticed that David was not looking well. He was grimacing a bit and fidgeting. He was also quieter than he usually was.
"Yeah Fenrir, this is really a nice fish, one of the biggest ones caught this year. The only one much bigger is the huge brown that lives under the overhang, but he is pretty much inaccessible." Gustave opined. He then got on his two-way radio and said, "Hey Peon, why don't you come down here and get these fish and get them ready for lunch." He didn't even wait for an answer before shutting off the radio, and then he started reviving the trout by holding it by the tail and pushing it forward and backward in the water to get fresh oxygenated water running over it's gills.
"Can I do that?" Fenrir asked as he moved closer to Gustav.
"Sure. Come over here and grab his tail. Make sure he is revived before you release him."
Fenrir continued to revive the big trout and then after about 30 seconds it tried to swim away and Fenrir released him and he swam away into the depths of the pool. Everyone was still abuzz about the big fish, that is other than David who was noticeably quiet. That was unusual, he was usually pretty gregarious and easy going. Fenrir gave a full account of catching the brownie and didn't leave my contribution out. Finally Woden's pups hurried back to their section of the stream, eager to try to catch a big one too. Fenrir came over to me and hugged me.
"Thanks Jeff, maybe I'll finally beat Arnold at something."
"Hey you're the one who caught it."
"Only because you showed me where it was at instead of catching it yourself."
"Don't worry about it. I was being honest when I said I had more fun watching you catch it than I woulda had catching it myself. Now lets go catch some more."
And with that we walked back to the creek and started fishing again. Fishing the big stone fly nymphs was effective but not the most fun method of catching trout. Hopefully the blue winged olives would start hatching after lunch, at the very least there should be some terrestrial fishing as the temperature warmed up and the insects started to become more active. But until then I would continue to chuck the big monstrosities we were fishing with. I managed to catch a 24" rainbow, but you would be surprised how much smaller a 24" fish is than a 26 1/2" fish. Once the fish get that size they add girth faster than length. But it was still a nice fish. Soon Peon was back at stream side with a turkey fryer and all the fixings for lunch. He had fileted the fish up at the bunkhouse, prepared a batter for the onion rings and cauliflower, and sliced up a huge bowl of french fries. While we continued fishing he fired up the turkey frier and started melting the big pot of lard. The smell of the frying food wafted down to the creek and I was having trouble concentrating on fishing so I reeled in and headed over to Peon. He had brought some folding tables and camp chairs down to the creek for the shore lunch, but instead of sitting down I went over to watch the CBH cook the meal. He did a good enough job cooking because he cooked the same thing everyday. I was sure if he had to change something on his own he would not be able to do it. Soon he had piled it all on a huge platter and carried it over to the table.
By now the pups had straggled in and were all sitting around the table. Fenrir had saved me a place next to him. We dug in to the food. It was delicious, nothing like really fresh fish fried right up on the creek. The pups were excitedly talking about all the fish they caught, and how they wanted to catch a big one like Fenrir. David was looking even worse. He was just picking at his food.
"You two really ought to start a school to teach fly fishing. I bet Daddy would help you guys get started." Arnold said to David and I. I don't think he realized how bad David looked, he was a Shep not a human so he didn't have a lot of experience reading people.
"Yeah, you really should. You're way better than Gustav. He's been lurking all day trying to pick up pointers. He should be paying you two instead of charging us." Fenrir added, laughing immoderately.
"I think that would be fun. And at least I would be pulling my weight then." I piped up. "What do you think David?"
"I'm sorry Jeff, I wasn't paying attention."
"We were talking about starting a fly fishing school. I think I'd like to do that."
"Oh, yeah I think that would be fun." He said without much enthusiasm.
"Are you OK David?" I asked.
"I'm not feeling so hot right now but I'm sure I'll be alright." He seemed to have some goosebumps, but was sweating. "I didn't sleep well last night, but I'm sure it's just a bug or something."
We continued the discussion. Arnold and Fenrir were really getting excited about helping David and I get this school going. Before we knew it we were done with lunch and heading back to the creek. David got a leg cramp on the way to the creek, but it let up after a few minutes and he was able to walk the rest of the way to the creek. Gustav took us to a different section of the creek. We dropped David and his pups off at a section which had a series of pools and riffles. There seemed to be a decent BWO hatch going on, probably size 20 to 22. We continued upstream to where the creek ran through a meadow. There were still BWOs hatching out, but there was lots of activity near shore from terrestrials, mostly ants. I got the pups to put on a 7X leaders and a size 20 BWO and just kind of turned them loose. I put on a 5X leader and tied on one of the black ants. I stalked upstream until I saw a nice 22 inch brown hugging the bank. He was definitely looking for something to fall into the water from the bank, so I false cast a couple of times to get the the distance right and then shot a cast about 2 feet upstream of the fish. I got a perfect drift, and as it went over him he drifted up and back to intercept it. He sipped it in, barely making a dimple in the surface. I set the hook gently and seated the size 14 hook into his jaw. The water exploded as he tried to dislodge the hook and then he shot upstream through the riffles to the next pool, peeling line off of my reel in the process. Still it didn't take long to subdue it even with the 5X tippet. The pups cheered as I landed it. We continued to catch fish until Peon came down to get us for dinner.
After dinner Gustav lead us downstream to deep run that hugged the outside bank of the creek. Right at the sweet spot in the hole was a huge hemlock tree with sweeping branches that covered the hole and came within 18 inches of the surface, and right in the most inaccessible spot a trout was rising. But it wasn't just a trout, it was a huge brown trout, well over 30 inches long, nonchalantly sipping the big stone flies as they dropped in the water from the branch they were resting in. He wasn't even nervous, he knew the big branch protected him and he could feed in complete safety. Because of the steep banks and deep water you couldn't stand above and just drift the fly down into his lair.
"At the end of their last day I always bring the fishermen here to bring them down a peg." Gustav said with a chuckle. "This is the biggest fish on this creek as far as I know. We've named him Leroy Brown, after a character in an old song. Bad Bad Leroy Brown took over this pool years ago and he's either eaten or chased out all the other trout. Nobody can get a cast to his lair, you would have to cast a fly at least 8 to 10 feet under that overhang and it is only a foot and a half above the surface. Even for you ferals, that is just impossible." He added smugly.
I knew I couldn't quite get a cast back that far. I could get it back maybe 4 or 5 feet, but that wouldn't be enough to lure the big one out of his lair. But I had seen David make casts like that before. He was a little under the weather, but this didn't take strength, just incredible skill. It would be great if he could and take Gustave "down a peg" in the process. If I made an attempt and ended up getting snagged in the overhang the commotion of getting it out would put the big fish on his guard. Our best chance was to have David try first. I took a glance over at David, he was looking worse by the second. If he was going to give it a try the sooner it happened the better.
"I don't think I can make that cast Gustav. But I have to disagree with you, David can shoot a cast back there and catch ol' Leroy." David shot me a glare, but I had seen him make casts like that before. "Come on David, show him what you can do."
"I don't know if I'm up to it today Jeff."
I went over to him and put my arm around his shoulder, I could feel him trembling. "Look, you need to show Gustav that they aren't necessarily better than us at everything." I whispered in his ear.
"OK. I'll give it a shot."
He dropped the tippet to a 3X. Even though it was a large fish it probably wasn't leader shy since nobody actually got a leader under there to him. He tied a dry stone fly onto the tippet, double checking his knot, then got in position to make the cast. Everyone was watching intently as he false cast to get some line out to work with. Then he made the most amazing cast I had ever seen. On the forward cast he dropped his body down close to the water and went half into a side arm cast still maintaining a perfect loop, but at a 45 degree angle instead of being 90 degrees to the surface. This allowed more room for the cast to unfurl and he shot the cast the whole 10 feet back, dropping it perfectly on the surface 2 feet upstream of Leroy. Then he flicked his wrist just enough to throw a small loop to mend line enough to get a drag free float down to Leroy. I glance at Gustav, who just stood there with his muzzle agape. I knew David was good but I had never seen such mastery with the fly rod before. Leroy drifted up to the surface and confidently sipped the fly in. David set the hook, rearing back a little harder since he had a 3X tippet on. The surface exploded as Leroy tried to dive under the bank, but David took advantage of the extra length in the 9 foot rod to turn his head. He then headed upstream toward a log that was in the water and David used the fishes momentum and his skill to finesse the fish into a turn. Thwarted, Leroy rocketed back at David trying to get some slack to throw the hook. But David, again with a subtle flick of the wrist threw a loop into the slow current, keeping the line tight on the fish until he he could retrieve the line. I would never have thought to do that. Leroy made a mistake, by shooting down past David he ran right into a wide shallow flat section of the steam that had nothing in it to wrap the line on and it was just a matter of time before it was over. David masterfully turned his head every time he tried to change directions and never let him get up a head of steam. After a few more turns David was able to beach him in the shallows, then pick him up triumphantly. He carried him out of the water and set the big hook jawed male on the grass as Gustav hurried over.
"Let's get a tape on him and see how long he is!" Gustav said excitedly as he whipped out his tape and went to work. "Thirty-four and a half inches! Damn he looks even bigger up close!" He went on taking all the dimensions to be able to make a good replica later. "Hold him up David, we need to get some pictures."
David grimaced as he picked the fish up but managed to hide it so they could take a good picture. Then a few more together and finally a couple of just the fish laying on its side in the shallows. David took it out to the main current and revived it while we all watched in awe of this leviathan. Soon he was revived and David released him and he swam back into the depths of his pool.
"Wow! I've never seen anything like that. That was amazing work with a fly rod. I didn't think it could be done." Gustav said clapping David on the back in congratulations.
Soon everybody was talking at the same time about what they had just seen. I joined in too and got carried away by it all until we heard a groan and saw David curled up in the fetal position in obvious pain. It was then that it hit me, David was having withdrawal from the effects. He had probably never gone through it before like I had done. It was over 24 hours since he had last had a fix, and he was really suffering now.
"Arnold, he is going through withdrawal. You need to call your Dad and let him know what is going on."
"I left my phone in the room." He replied, then turned and ran to get it.
I went over to David and got him to try to stretch out to try to alleviate the cramping, It was obvious now, he had all the symptoms. Earlier he had had nausea, chills, goosebumps and insomnia and now he was having abdominal cramps, dilated pupils, and muscle and joint pain. Why hadn't I noticed it sooner. I had gone through this before but not as intensely. He had gone longer without Woden than I had been without Loki and I'm sure Woden's effects were even more powerful than Loki's. Arnold came back with his phone to his ear and then handed me the phone.
"Daddy wants to talk to you." Arnold said as he handed me the phone.
I had never talked on a phone before but I put it to my ear and spoke. "Sir, this is Jeff."
"Jeff what is going on, Arnold says David is in distress and that you think he is going through withdrawals." Woden's voice came back at me through the phone. I could sense the near panic in his voice.
"Sir, he seems to have all the symptoms I had the one time I started going through it. But it didn't get this far because Loki recognized it quickly."
"I'm on my way to the Helicopter, It should only take me 20 minutes or so to get there. Try to keep him comfortable. See if you guys can get him to the bunk house. Is he able to talk?"
"I'm not sure Sir."
"Well see if he can hold the phone."
I handed David the phone, and he was so out of it he didn't seem to know what to do with it. I helped him hold it up to his ear. I could hear Woden's voice come out of the phone but I couldn't make out what he was saying. David perked up and said, "Master?" I heard Woden say something then David continued with a wry grin tinged with pain, "Yeah, I screwed up Master." Woden said something else and David continued. "It was bothering me all day, but I didn't want to say anything. I was worried about ruining the trip for everybody." Then he handed the phone back to me.
I put it to my ear. "Jeff I'm counting on you to get David to the bunk house and to try to keep him comfortable until I get there. I'm getting on the chopper right now, take care of David until I get there." He said over the roar of the helicopter blades before he hung up.
"Hey Gustav, do you have anything we can carry David on?" I asked.
"We have an old stretcher in the lodge from when the Illuminati were still in charge." Gustave replied.
"Well let's go get it so we can move David to the bunk house."
"Wait here, I can run a lot faster, I'll go get it." Gustav ordered, then he took off running. Soon he returned with the stretcher. We put it on the ground next to David and he rolled onto it. Then Gustav and I picked up the stretcher and began the long trek back to the bunkhouse. David moaned frequently and was starting to have muscle spasms which caused his legs to kick involuntarily. Even though it was still fairly light out, whenever he opened his eyes I could see that his pupils were dilated. We finally got him up to the bunkhouse. We sat him in a chair and got his waders off of him. I then got an idea and we stripped David down. To my surprise seeing him naked gave me an erection, he had a nice sexy body and for his age he had an ample cock. Why was part of me thinking of how good it would feel to be taken by him. I figured there were two reason why he should be naked. First that way he would be ready when Woden got here and the other...
"Arnold, why don't you get out of your waders and crawl in with David. I know when I was having withdrawal skin contact with a Shep helped ease the symptoms slightly."
"Sure Jeff." He said, already stripping out of his waders. He crawled under the covers and cuddled up with David.
The rest of us headed out of the bunkhouse and waited for the chopper. About 10 minutes later we could hear the blades chopping through the air and soon it was hovering over the helipad. It had barely touched down when Woden jumped out. You could tell he was frantic. He ran over to me and yelled over the noise of the chopper. "WHERE'S DAVID!" I pointed to the bunkhouse and he took off in a sprint toward the bunkhouse. He had barely gone in the door when it opened again and Arnold walked out carrying his waders. He ran over to us.
"Daddy said there is no reason to wait here. He said now David would be alright, so we should just go back down to the creek and fish. We will be staying another night because he doesn't want to move David until tomorrow." He said as he was putting his waders back on.
There was still about two hours of light left and we all walked back to the creek and started fishing the evening hatch. We were all relieved that everything was alright now, but seeing David like that put a little bit of a damper on our moods. Still the fishing was great, tons of fish rising to large flies, plenty of action and most of them were of a good size. I didn't have to help the pups as much now, in fact they pretty much wanted to do it themselves so I could really concentrate on fishing the hatch. I seemed to get a fish on every cast and by the time it got too dark to fish I was ready to stop for the day anyway.
I reeled in my line and walked to the bank. The pups eyesight let them fish a little longer, so I just stood on the bank watching them. They were really doing well, and I proudly thought that David and my teaching had something to do with how well they were picking this up. I watched Fenrir fish a challenging run. He read the water perfectly and threw a nice curve cast to get a good drag free drift right over a nice 20" rainbow. He mended the line perfectly to get the extra couple of feet of drift needed and the big 'Bow sipped in the fly. He set the hook with a joyous "Woot" and expertly fought the fish the shore. That was when it really hit home for me. I really enjoyed teaching my pups to do this thing that I really loved and my spirits lifted when I thought about how much joy I was sharing with them. Especially Fenrir, who I was getting closer to by the day.
Soon the pups had all come ashore and we walked back to the bunkhouse. We hung our waders upside down on the wader rack and started building our bonfire. Soon we had a nice blaze going and the CBH came over with something he called mountain pie irons. He also had a couple of loafs of bread, pizza sauce, mozzarella cheese, pepperoni and some a can each of apple and cherry pie filling. He showed us how to make mountain pie pizza's and we were sitting there cooking them when the bunkhouse door opened and Woden helped David over to the fire. He looked a lot better but still not completely up to snuff. They each grabbed a camp chair and set them up by the fire. David sat down and Woden went and got a mountain pie pizza ready for both of them and they joined us cooking them. Soon we were all chatting and Arnold told his dad how David caught the big one, including how I stepped aside to let David give it a try. After telling the story Arnold told his dad about his idea for the fly fishing school.
"Daddy, I think David and Jeff should start a fly fishing school. They're really good at teaching and they really know fly fishing, even Gustav was watching them to learn. I know lots of our friends would want to learn how." Arnold intoned.
"Yeah, and I'll bet their fathers would be even more interested." Woden chuckled. "They're even more competitive than they are horny, and that's really saying something. And what do you two think about it?" He asked, the last question directed at David and I.
"I think it would be fun Master." David said through his effects induced haze. It was obvious that David wasn't in any condition to make much conversation quite yet.
"What about you Jeff, do you want to do this too?" He asked me, those piercing eyes zeroed in on mine.
"Yes Sir. It would be fun and it'd be a way I could pull my own weight. Maybe I can finally do something useful." I said with a wry smile.
"Jeff being a pet is something very valuable. Believe me David is as important to my work as any of my cabinet, he is more than pulling his own weight. If he wants to do this because he enjoys it and teaching gives him satisfaction, that's great. But he doesn't need to earn his keep that way."
"I understand Sir. I'm just not sure that I can do that. And if I can't I need to be able to do something to earn my keep. Besides I've really had fun teaching the pups how to fish."
"From what Arnold said Gustav got some free lessons too." He added. "It seems you've made quite an impression on him."
"Yeah he wants to learn how to tie flies. He stood on the bank all day watchin' David and I. I think he learned a lot."
"Maybe I should charge him instead of paying him for the last two days." Woden said with a smirk.
We ate our mountain pie pizzas, then made some mountain pies with pie filling for desert. Then the pups told ghost stories around the campfire, while David sat on Woden's lap cuddling him. I just sat back alternatively taking it all in and dozing contentedly. Well that was until I started getting a little sad from watching David and Woden. They were so happy with each other. They really were like one soul in two bodies and there was nothing phony or contrived about it. Why couldn't I let myself have what they had. But this time I wasn't angry or jealous, it wasn't David's fault, I had no one to blame except myself. We were all getting drowsy when Woden spoke up. "OK pups, time to get to bed. David you and I are going to be sleeping in the small cabin over there. It's got a king size bed." He said with a wink and a smirk. "Why don't you head over and crawl in bed, I'll be there in a few minutes. I wanna talk to Jeff for a minute then I'll be in." Everybody headed to the bunkhouse and I waited for Woden to begin. "First Jeff I want to thank you for taking care of David until I got here. Having Arnold cuddle with him seemed to help a lot."
"You don't need to thank me Sir, David's my friend and I wanted to help him any way I could."
"Well that leads me to the next thing. I know you and David had been rivals, I'm glad to see that you two have been getting along better. That was really big of you to let David have the shot at the big fish."
"Sir, I knew that I didn't have the skill to make that cast. It would have been selfish to try to make it. I know I'm not as good as David." I said my voice breaking a little. Even though I was accepting it more now, it still hurt a little. To my surprise Woden came up to me and hugged me comfortingly.
"Jeff it doesn't always have to be a question of who's better. You're really good at fly fishing, way better than most. You need to be proud of that instead of worrying about the one person that is better at fly fishing than you. That doesn't make him BETTER than you though."
"I know Sir. It was mainly my dad that instigated it. We probably would have gotten along better if it wasn't for him." He looked at me questioningly, but I didn't volunteer more.
"Well I think you're growing up some, I'm proud of how you are progressing. I know you've had a tough time adjusting. Especially the part about being a pet."
"I don't know if that can work Sir."
"Why not?" Woden asked.
"Because a "real man" doesn't submit Sir." I said a little defiance creeping into my voice out of habit.
He cocked his ear and looked me over for a second. "I don't know how you've come up with that idea, but let me give you something to think about. I would say that a "real man" wouldn't let what others think of him keep him from doing what makes him happy." He paused for a second, to let that sink in and then continued. "I just want to make sure you know that Loki loves you."
"I know he does Sir, and believe it or not I love him too." I said with my head down.
"One of the most important things I have learned from David is that there is nothing better in this life than giving yourself totally to a partner that you love. As I've told David I am every bit as much his captive as he is mine. My heart wears his collar and leash, and there isn't ANYTHING that I wouldn't do for him. And I know he feels the same way about me. Even though I was the most powerful Shep on Earth before I found David I was empty inside. Now I am complete and completely at peace with myself. Don't deprive yourself of the chance of having that." And with that he tousled my hair, then turned and walked up to his cabin.
I stood there for a moment contemplating what he said. Why couldn't it be as easy as he made it sound. It would be so wonderful to have that type of relationship, but I don't know how it could ever happen. Maybe I'm destined to walk this earth alone all of my life. And with that sobering thought I walked up to the bunkhouse. I went in, grabbed my towel, wash cloth, soap and shampoo, walked back out the door and headed to the shower. I heard the door open and close behind me and then the pitter patter of feet as Fenrir caught up with me.
"What's the hurry Jeff?" He asked.
"No hurry, I was lost in thought." I said absently.
"Do we need to send a search party?" He said.
That broke me out of my brooding. "What?" I said, a bit confused by his answer.
"I've never seen someone that lost in thought, I thought maybe you needed rescued." He quipped with a smirk.
"Just what I need, a smart ass pup." I said with mock indignation, then I tousled his head fur.
"You were thinking about David and Woden, weren't you?" He said looking at me with a piercing stare.
"How did you know."
"It was pretty obvious, you were staring at them all evening as they cuddled. It was pretty obvious that you want what they have, why don't you get back with Daddy."
"Fenrir, it's not that easy."
"Why not? You know Daddy loves you, and I know deep down inside you love him."
"For me it just isn't, OK." I said a little exasperatedly as I started to get undressed for my shower. I got in and adjusted the water until it was almost unbearably hot. Fenrir got the shower next to mine and started to shampoo his fur. I started shampooing my hair, lost in my thoughts again... Thoughts of being with Loki again... Of having what David and Woden had... I could even smell Loki in my fantasy... Except it wasn't Loki I was smelling. The hot water was really bringing out Fenrir's scent and he smelled just like his Dad, maybe a little less musk but eerily similar. I tried to get Loki out of my mind but I couldn't, I was really feeling a bit melancholy and sorry for myself. I rinsed my hair and started to wash the rest of my body, which didn't take long. I was just rinsing off when Fenrir came up in front of me and hugged me around the waist. I hadn't even realized I was hard until I felt my boner pressed between our bodies.
Fenrir was looking up at me when he said. "Jeff thanks for helping me catch that big brown today."
"I enjoyed it as much as you did." I said smiling down at him.
Then he reached down with his right paw and cupped my little balls, but he treated me like I was a real stud. He caressed my balls then started to run his paw up and down my shaft, causing my foreskin to cover and uncover my glans. His soft young paws felt good, but in some ways not as much of a turn on as having Loki's big rough paws dominating me. Deep inside I had to admit that nothing was quite as wonderful as being taken by Loki. He knelt down in front of me and took me into his muzzle as his hand ran back down to my sack and kept going until he reached my nether hole. He ran his middle finger around my pucker and slowly penetrated me as he bobbed up and down on my little shaft. I closed my eyes and moaned, all I could think of was how good it would feel if instead of Fenrir's finger that it was Loki's massive schlong aggressively penetrating me. How good it felt when I just submitted and let him have his way with me. My big strong Alpha thrusting vigorously, deep in me... Prodding my prostate... In complete control... Claiming me as his... Surrendering completely as his huge knot locked up in me...
"Arrghhh! I cried out as I came into Fenrir's eager muzzle. Fenrir didn't swallow it immediately, he just collected it in his muzzle. I just stood their almost panting as I came down from my orgasm. I looked down to see Fenrir savoring my spooge with a dreamy look in his deep brown eyes. Finally he looked up at me, smiled and swallowed. He didn't say anything, we just continued to shower, then I dried off with my towel and dressed while he quickly dried in the high speed drier. I put my arm around his shoulder and we walked back to the bunkhouse.
"One of these days I'm gonna get myself a feral like you Jeff." He said as we came up to the door.
"Why would you want a defective feral like me?" I said with surprise.
"Why wouldn't I?"
"I'd think you'd want a feral that wasn't all screwed up and could submit."
"I have faith that you'll come around." He said and hugged me.
We headed over to our bunk, he crawled in while I got undressed. I crawled in with him and he laid his head on my chest. I rubbed his ears, but all I could think of was Loki and how much I missed being with him. And how much I wished I could let myself belong to him.