Runt

Runt Part 8

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Moose and I woke up first and decided to wake Master up in the best way possible. He was on his back between us, his morning wood acting like the tent post under the sleeping bag. He was a bit of a heavy sleeper, so we were able to carefully pull back the sleeping bag without waking him. There it was in all its glory, my Master's beautiful cock. We both bent over him, looked at each other and shared a smile. Both of us wanted to pleasure Master more than anything else in life. We had made a living on giving pleasure to people we didn't care about. Now we would have given money to be allowed to pleasure this wonderful man. I pulled his foreskin down and Moose took his dickhead into his muzzle, getting the honors of cleaning up whatever had accumulated under his foreskin overnight. Moose licked his lips after getting the prize. The he went all the way down on Master. With his huge muzzle even Master's large cock fit inside. From all his time as a prostitute Moose had an extremely talented tongue, and he was working over Master's manhood with an unmatched expertise.

In the meantime I had worked my way down to Master's precious balls. I took each one into my muzzle and laved them with my tongue. I thought about all of the seed in them and how wonderful it would be if he could have a son that we could help him raise. But that would more than likely never happen. But that didn't mean we couldn't coax that seed out and enjoy every single drop of it.

I put my finger in my mouth and then moved it between Master's legs and up his taint until I reached his asshole. I thought about how he had let me take him last night, my unworthy cock had been right up this very hole. And as unworthy as I was he gave himself to me. I loved him so much. I gently massaged his prostate as I massaged his balls with my tongue. He was moaning now, awake but barely. He reached down and rubbed my ears with his right hand, and Moose's with his left.

"What a wonderful way to wake up..." He said groggily.

Neither of us could reply as our mouths were otherwise occupied. But I knew it wasn't going to last for long as I could feel his balls start to pull up, a sure sign of his impending orgasm. Since I was the one that got to fuck him last night I thought it was only fair that Moose got the honors of swallowing his sweet cream. I could feel his seed spurting through his urethra before it jetted out his cock into Moose's eager mouth.

"Oohhh fuck!" Master cried out as he came into his newest acquisition's muzzle. And when he was finished cumming he said, "Thanks boys. Why don't you guys get a fire started so we can cook breakfast while I recover and get dressed.

Moose and I build a fire in the fire pit while he got dressed for fishing. I wanted to build a BIG fire, but fortunately Moose was there and he convinced me to make a much more moderate fire as opposed to the conflagration that I had planned.

Master finished dressing and came out to see what we had done. "Great job boys. I was a little worried that I'd come out to an inferno..." He said looking at me with a knowing grin. "I was worried that we'd have to wait until lunch for the fire to burn down enough to cook on it." He finished, a twinkle in his sky blue eyes.

He could see the guilty look in my eyes. He came over, put me in a headlock and gave me an affectionate Dutch rub. "How did you know Master?" I asked when he released me from the headlock.

"Because that's exactly what I would have done at your age. I don't know how many times Bruce had to 'tone down' my youthful exuberance."

"I'll try to do better Master." I said apologetically.

"I love you just the way your are Gabe." He said kissing the top of my head. "You'll grow out of it all too soon anyway. Be a pup as long as you can. I'm just sorry you weren't with me the whole time." He replied as he held me close to him.

"I wish I'd been too..." I said, but after I thought about it I added. "But maybe if I had been with you the whole time I wouldn't realize how wonderful you are Master."

It was his turn to blush, "I'm just an average guy, I'm nothing special..."

"Bullshit!" Moose interjected. "I've seen a lot of people in my life and none of them treat anthros like you do Sir. The sad thing is if I had been given the opportunity I would have settled for one of them as a Master. And I probably would have been happy just to have a Master I could belong to."

"You shouldn't have to settle on anyone. And you shouldn't have to settle for me just because I'm available. You need to know that I'm the one you want for a Master, because I expect you to surrender to me completely and willingly." Master responded.

Moose just shook his head in disbelief. Sometimes Master was a little bit dense, why couldn't he understand just how big of a prize he was. I can't understand how any anthrodog wouldn't give up their nuts to belong to him.

Master set up a griddle over the fire and said, "Gabe do you want to make the bacon, eggs and sausage? I'll toast the bread."

I was getting better at cooking, Master said I was already better at it than Bruce ever was. I went to the cooler and got out a pound of thick cut peppered bacon. I spread the whole pound over the griddle and then put on a dozen sausage links on with them. I tended them carefully, turning them at just the right time so they would be crispy not burnt, just like Master had shown me. I kept rolling the sausages around to they cooked the whole way through. I had a big tray covered with paper towels, and as they finished cooking I took them off and placed them on the paper towels to soak up the grease. With the bacon grease still on the griddle, I grabbed a dozen eggs and cracked them onto the griddle. I seasoned them and carefully turned them so I didn't break any of the yolks. When they were done I put 3 each on Master's plate and my plate and the other 6 on Moose's plate, then carried them to the camp table. The platter of meat was already on the table.

Then I called out, "Chow's ready."

Master had already toasted and buttered all the bread. He had made a pot of coffee for him and Moose, but he had poured me a big glass of milk. "Eat up boys, wading in the creek against the current will burn a lot of energy." Master said as he dug into his food." He put one of his eggs on a piece of toast, added a couple of strips of bacon and a sausage link onto it and folded it in half. He took a big bite of it, chewed it up appraising it and swallowed. He looked at me and said, "That's delicious Gabe, your cooking is getting even better. Don't you think so Moose?" He said as he turned to look at Moose. Moose had 3 of the eggs, both sausage links and three slices of bacon in his mouth. "Moose, what have I told you, take your time and enjoy your food."

Moose chewed the food a couple of times and swallowed the partially chewed food. "Sorry Master. It's hard to remember when I'm hungry and the food's so good."

Not surprisingly the praise from Master had given me an erection, fortunately it was under the table so no one could see it. It was funny how praise from Master was like an aphrodisiac. But there wouldn't be time to take care of it before fishing. I started to eat my breakfast and being honest with myself I had to agree that I was getting better with my cooking. I wanted to learn how to do as many things as possible so I could pamper my Master. I know Moose felt the same way. We wanted to wait on him hand and foot so he didn't have to lift a finger around the house. We just needed to learn how to do all of it.

When we finished eating Moose and I cleaned off the table. We washed and dried the dishes and the griddle while Master read the news off of his tablet.

"Everything's cleaned up Master! Can we go fishing now?

We put our waders and vests on, grabbed our rods and walked down to the creek. Master had showed us how to tie uniknots and rig up our rods last night so we were ready to fish. We had found a nice riffle that ran into a deeper run beside one of the steep shale banks. He had given us each a plastic bag full of steelhead skein and a pair of scissors.

"You guys just watch at first. OK?" Master asked. We both just nodded, watching intently as he proceeded. He grabbed his bag of skein and his scissors. "The skein is just steelhead eggs that aren't ripe yet, so they were still stuck together by all kinds connective tissue. So you can cut off a small piece with your scissors and thread it through your hook." He demonstrated putting it on the hook. "Then you cast it on the edge of the current where the fast water meets the slow water."

He cast into the riffle and let his float drift down with the current. "You want to keep your bail open and use all ten and a half feet of your rod to keep your line off the water so just your float and a few inches of line are on the water." He let it drift all the way down, but nothing hit it. He reeled his line in and made another cast with the same result. But on the third cast the float was pulled under.

Master reared back on the rod, setting the hook and the fish charged upstream. About half way up the riffle the water exploded as the steelie rocketed into the air trying to throw the hook. It was over two feet long and cleared the water by a foot and a half when it leaped. It hit the water and continued upstream peeling line off Master's reel as his rod bent almost double. It tried to continue upstream when Master moved his rod to the side, turning the fish.

"Once you weather the first run you should try to turn his head every time it gets some momentum. Then they have to start all over again. You tire them out quickly that way." He said as he turned it again and then again in quick succession. It took a couple more runs but soon succumbed. Master beached it on the gravel bar and it lay there exhausted. It was a greenish color on it's back, with a pink stripe on it's side and a white belly. It was a beautiful fish, much bigger than anything we caught when we went trout fishing last week, but it looked surprisingly similar.

"Master that looks like the rainbow trout we caught last week only much bigger. I said a little bit confused.

"That's because it is a rainbow trout that lives for three years in Lake Erie, then swims up the creek to spawn. Living in the big lake with all the available food they grow much faster." He replied as he used the hemostats to remove the hook from the big fish's curved jaw. "You can tell that this one is a male because of the big hooked jaw. He's probably an eight pounder." He said as he guided it back into the current.

"Why didn't you keep it Sir?" Moose asked licking his lips. "It looked like it was pretty big."

"Oh it was plenty big enough, but it was the wrong color and sex. We're looking for 'Chromers'. They're the ones that are a bright silver chrome color. That's the color they all are when they first migrate up from the lake. After they've been in the creek for a week or so they revert to their regular colors." He explained.

"What does color have to do with how they taste Sir?" Moose asked.

"When they first come from the lake their flesh is a bright orange like a salmon, from all the fat reserves they have built up. It gives them a wonderful flavor. Once they've been in the creek for a week or so their orange flesh turns more of a grayish color and it doesn't taste as good. So we only keep chromers."

"Master you said that you didn't want males either. Why?" I asked.

"We're fishing with steelhead eggs. Where did you think we got them?" He asked with a grin.

"But if we keep the females how will there be any steelhead in the future?" I inquired.

"That's a good question Gabe. But don't worry there will be plenty of fish next year regardless of how many females we keep. You see there aren't any appropriate spawning beds in the Lake Erie Creeks, so there is no natural reproduction. It's a completely artificial fishery. The state and 3CU stock several million smolts each year and the come back full size like that one was." He said smiling. Then he baited back up and showed us again. He cast into the riffles half a dozen times before the float went under. He jerked hard on the rod and the fish charged upstream, peeling line off of his reel. He soon subdued it and beached it on the sand bar.

It was much like he described a chromer. It was such a bright chrome color that the sun reflecting off of it nearly hurt your eyes. It also had a much smaller proportioned head without a hooked jaw.

"Are we keeping that one Master?" I asked.

"Yeah this is just what we're looking for." He said as he fished his stringer out of his vest. He ran it through the gill slit and out of it's mouth, put the spike end through the loop end, snugged it down to the steelie's jaw and then pressed the spike end into the gravel. The fish struggled for a moment then just settled on the bottom.

"Well Gabe are you ready to give it a try?" He asked.

"I guess." I replied uncertainly. I was a little bit intimidated by the big fish. I had been fishing last week and this wasn't very different. But these fish were huge and I wasn't sure if I could bring one in.

I stood in the water to get a good angle on my drift through the pool. I didn't get a hit so I reeled in and cast again with the same result. After two more unsuccessful casts, Master said, "Keep a little more of your line off of the water so you get a better drift."

I did as he said, but it took 4 more casts until the float went underwater. I excitedly jerked the rod and I felt the fish surge upstream. Line started to peel off of my reel, making it sing. Master was calling out instructions, but I panicked. It kept running upstream pulling my rod down. Instinctively I put my paw on the spool to stop it from letting line out.

CRACK! The line snapped as the fish continued up the creek, my hook, line, sinker and float trailing behind it.

I hung my head in shame at losing the fish. Master came over. I thought he was going to yell at me, but he asked me calmly, "Do you know what you did wrong?"

"I think so Master." I replied. "I shouldn't have grabbed the spool."

"That's one thing. You also need to keep your rod tip up. The noodle rod acts like a shock absorber when you keep the rod up. When you point it straight at the fish your line takes the brunt of the force. Also you were pulling straight back on him instead of pulling to the side to turn his head." He said calmly.

"I'm sorry Master..." I said feeling like I'd let him down.

He came over and rubbed my ears. I'm not upset. I'm just teaching you."

I was still used to my old owner hitting me whenever I made a mistake. I should have known better. Master never got mad at me making a mistake. I smiled at him sheepishly.

"Try it again, but relax this time. If it gets away, it gets away. It's no big deal."

I cast in a half a dozen times before the float went under. My heart skipped a beat as I set the hook. This time when I set the hook and it took off upstream, I took a deep breath. I gathered my thoughts and kept my rod tip up, trying to remember everything I was taught. After its first run petered out I moved my rod to the right, putting pressure on it. I finally turned his head. It turned and raced down the riffles toward me and it zoomed past me as I desperately tried to reel in the slack. When it straightened the line out below me I remembered to keep my rod tip up. The noodle rod acted as a shock absorber allowing my drag to slip as it used the current to its advantage. I turned its head again, and several more times in quick succession like Master had done. And before I knew it the fish was laying on its side in the shallows exhausted. I looked at it and to my delight it was also a female chromer.

"Can we keep it Master?" I asked eagerly.

"Yeah especially since it's your first one ever. Let's get some measurements on it and some pictures so I can get a mount made of it." He measured it. It was 30 and a quarter inches long and had a girth of sixteen inches. He put it on a scale and it weighed 10 and a quarter pounds. "That one qualifies for the Angler Award program. We'll get it on a certified scale and you can get a certificate with it that you can frame and put it under the mount."

I put the fish on my stringer like Master showed me and pushed the spike into the gravel. When I stood up Master came and hugged me. "That was a great job little guy. I'm proud of how you handled it when he did that tricky one eighty on you."

I was grinning from ear to ear, nothing on earth was better than having Master be proud of me. "Thank you Master." Was all I could muster.

"Well Moose, are you ready to give it a try?" Master asked.

"Yes Sir." Moose responded confidently.

He didn't even wait for instructions. He just cast into the stream. He picked a different current that ran past a downed tree. The sun had come up enough that I could see the fish dart out from the tree to take the bait. Moose gave a short sharp jerk on the rod driving the hook into the steelie's jaw.

It charged downstream using the current to aid in it's escape attempt. But Moose didn't panic. He held his rod tip high, allowing the rod to absorb the brunt of the first run, the drag screaming as line was ripped from it by the rampaging fish. Moose followed the fish down to the next pool, a look of determination etched on his face. He instinctively took advantage of his height and reach to get a better angle and turned the fish. It was amazing that he seemed so competent on his first attempt at fishing. I had already had a day of fishing under my belt and I was no where near as good.

He calmly turned it three or four more times before beaching it. It lay there in the shallows as Master came up with the tape measure and scale. He put the tape on it and said, "It's 27 inches long." Then he put it on the scale and said, "Seven and a quarter pounds." He took a picture of it. It also appeared to be a female chromer. "Put it on your stringer Moose."

"Yes Sir." Moose said as he complied.

"Are you sure you've never done this before?" Master asked with a grin.

"Yes Sir." Moose said in complete seriousness. "I would never lie to you Sir."

Master laughed, put his arm around Moose and said, "Don't be so serious Moose. It was meant as a complement. You did so fantastic for your first time that it just seemed like you had to have done it before."

"Thank you Sir." Moose said sheepishly. "I just did what you told me."

"You did it like a pro. I'm impressed!" Master said enthusiastically. "I'm gonna get you each a replica of your first steelhead. "But now you guys can fish on your own. You can keep two more fish each."

I continued to hang out with Master. I still wasn't able to "read" the water well enough on my own. I fished the same currents that Master was fishing so I could find the fish. But Moose went off on his own and was catching more fish than even Master was, By the time we stopped for lunch Master had caught 19 but Moose had caught 23. I had only caught ll.

"So Moose, what's your secret? I've never seen someone learn to read water so quickly." Master asked.

"I can smell them Sir." He said. "I smell them, then I do like you told me and cast into the fast water right next to the slow water."

Master bent over double laughing for almost a minute. "That dirty Bastard!" He was finally able to get out before going into uncontrollable laughter again. I was laughing from watching him and even Moose, who was usually serious, was now chuckling.

"What's so funny Sir?" Moose finally asked.

"Bruce always used to out fish me. I always asked him what his secret was. All he would ever say is that there was no secret, he was just a better fisherman than I was. He held out on me all that time and now I know his secret."

We got back to the camp and got out of our waders. Master showed us how to fillet the fish. He had bought us each a Rapala fillet knife with a nine inch blade. He showed us how to on one of the fish he caught, then let us each fillet one of his and the other three of ours. Each fillet went into a gallon Ziploc bag and each skein went into it's own quart freezer bag and all of them were put into the cooler. Well all except for one fillet that we kept out for lunch. Master coated it with a little olive oil, seasoned it with Cajun seasoning and put it into an elongated fish basket.

While Moose awakened the fire I cut up redskin potatoes added olive oil and seasoned them with salt and pepper and some minced garlic. I cut up a few onions and then sealed the foil. I poked a few holes in the top then placed it on the coals.

Master showed me how to cook the fish in the fish basket. When it looked like it was done, he showed me how to check it with a fork to see if it was flaky in the middle. As soon as it was done we took it out of the basket and put it on a platter on the table.

I grabbed the potatoes out of the fire and poured them into a large bowl. Once I put them onto the table we all filled our plates with food. I went first, taking as much as I thought I could eat. Master filled his plate next and Moose took all that was left, which was more than Master and I combined.

"One forkful at a time Moose. Let's not have a repeat of this morning." Master said winking at Moose.

"I'll try Sir." Moose replied uncertainly, getting as much on his fork as he possibly could before stuffing it in his mouth. Master just shook his head in amusement.

I on the other hand was finally starting to develop some restraint. I ate one small bite at a time, finally I was starting to savor the intricacies of the spices and how they worked with the different foods. I was even taking time to smell the food. I realized that the aroma really enhanced the taste. Master also broke out the Straub American Amber to have with lunch. The first taste made me crinkle my nose, but after I took a bite of the steelhead and took another taste I noticed how the flavors complemented each other. I took another bite of the steelhead and another sip of the beer. I was starting to get a better understanding of flavors and how they go together. And why Master didn't want us to just gulp our food down. It was something Moose wasn't even close to mastering yet.

After lunch we headed back out fishing. Master asked me to try sniffing out the fish. I concentrated and realized that I could sniff them out. We went past a small chute that didn't seem like it would hold fish, but it really smelled fishy. I cast into the top of the chute and it hadn't moved more than a couple of feet when the float pulled under. I jerked and the steelie shot straight down towards me. By now though fighting steelies was becoming second nature. I landed it quickly and said, "Master I think there are a lot of them in this chute."

"I would have never guessed. I would have walked right past it." He said as he cast into it. He got a hit almost immediately. He set the hook and was soon into a nice fish. Between the two of us we pulled 11 out of that little chute. We fished the rest of the afternoon with me sniffing the trout out for us to fish for. Moose still out-fished us because he was fishing alone and not sharing water.

We came back in for dinner, happy but exhausted, from a hard day of fishing. After taking off our waders Master had Moose and I make a fire again while he went into the tent and changed into a pair of sweats. He came out in a pair of State U sweats and some leather moccasins. He sat down on one of the camp chairs with a tired but contented sigh. I reached into the cooler, grabbed a Straub, opened it and carried it over to him.

He took it from me and said, "Thanks Gabe. That's just what I wanted." He tousled my headfur, which of course gave me an instant chubby. Master ran his finger up the underside of my sheath. "We'll take care of that later." He added with a lewd grin.

"Can I make something for dinner Master? I asked.

"Do you think you can make something up? Why don't you surprise me." He said.

"Yes Master!" I said enthusiastically. I was pleased that Master trusted me to make the dinner completely on my own. He'd taught me a lot of principles about cooking and now he was leaving it up to me to make dinner by myself with no recipe. Not that a recipe would have done me any good since I couldn't read.

I grabbed Master's BIG cast iron skillet and put it over the fire to heat up while I picked out the ingredients. Master had bought a ten pound bag of large chicken leg quarters (the leg and thigh not cut apart) so I pulled them out of the meat cooler. I also pulled a dozen slices of bacon out. I grabbed a couple of onions, a red pepper, yellow pepper, a green pepper and a pound of mushrooms out of the vegetable cooler. I also got salt, pepper, flour and Cavender's Greek Seasoning out of the dry goods tote.

By now the skillet was hot so I put the bacon into it. First to grease the pan and second because everything tastes better with bacon on it. After there was sufficient bacon grease on the bottom of the pan I moved it to the side. Put some flour into a plastic bag, poured in some Cavender's and shook it up. I put a couple of leg quarters at a time into the bag, coating them with the flour and spices. I then placed them skin side down to sear in the hot skillet. When the skin was seared I flipped them over. I let them sear on the bottom while I draped the bacon over top of them.

I sliced up the onions, peppers and mushrooms and place them in between the chicken pieces. I added half a bottle of Straub's American Amber beer and let the beer come to a boil. I covered the skillet and raised it higher so it would simmer.

While that was cooking I peeled some potatoes, quartered them and put them in a ban of salted water to boil. I washed my paws, grabbed a chair and went over to sit beside Master. Moose was on the other side of him. They were both sipping beer as they discussed the day's fishing. I noticed that they had almost finished their beers, so I went to the cooler and grabbed three Straubs. I gave them each one and sat down with mine. I could smell the aroma of the food wafting over our way along with the occasional burst of wood smoke. It smelled pretty good, even if I had to say so myself.

But I didn't have to say so myself because Master said, "That smells glorious Gabe!"

"Thank you Master!" I said taking a sip of my beer. Of course getting praised caused me to get a woody, I had half an inch of red peeking out of my sheath. I don't know why I was horny all they time, but I was. Master and Moose had already finished two beers each, and it wasn't long before they had finished the third. I was still nursing my first one when Moose got up and got them each another beer.

By then it was time for me to go check on the food. I opened the lid and tested the chicken with a fork. It was cooked all the way through. I checked the potatoes and they were cooked all the way through too.

I drained the water from the potatoes. I took some of the half and half cream that Master used for his coffee, a half a stick of butter and some salt and pepper and added it all to the potatoes. Master had a big whisk in the utensils tote and I used that to whip the potatoes.

When I had them whipped uniformly, I went over to the chicken and bacon, removing it with a large slotted spoon and put it all on a platter. I took some flour and mixed it with some water in a large cup. Then I stirred it into the peppers, onions and mushrooms to make a gravy. When it had thickened up a bit I put a gob of mashed potatoes and a leg quarter on each plate then spooned some gravy over top of the potatoes. I carried the plates to the table and called out, "Come and get it!"

Master and Moose came over to the table and sat down. I put 3 beers on the table, then I got out some dinner rolls and some butter and put it on the table as I sat down.

"This looks wonderful Gabe! Moose remember what I said earlier, one forkful at a time."

"Yes Sir." Moose said a little dejectedly.

Master cut a piece off of the thigh section and put it into his mouth. While his mouth was full Moose stuck his fork into his leg quarter, picked up the whole thing and stuck the whole thing into his mouth.

I started laughing. Master couldn't help but to spit his food out to keep from choking on it. Meanwhile Moose was chewing it up bones and all. He swallowed just about the same time as Master was able to speak.

"Moose I said one forkful at a time!" He exclaimed in exasperation.

"It was just one forkful Sir." He replied, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes.

Master put his face into his palm and shook his head. "You know what I meant..."

"Yes Sir." He said as he put a heaping forkful of mashed potatoes into his muzzle. It was heaping but considering the size of his muzzle it was reasonable.

"There's no reason to eat fast Moose. Have I ever not let you eat until you're full?"

"No Sir. You always give me plenty of food, and really good food at that. Even when Gabe makes it it's pretty good. It's just hard to break old habits Sir." Moose said looking down at his plate.

"I know it is, but promise me you'll try. Okay? Master asked.

"Yes Sir. I promise I'll try. I don't want to get sent away..."

"WHOA PUP! No one ever said anything about sending you away. It's not a deal breaker. I just want you to have manners for when I take you out somewhere." He said, then he added. "Let's finish our dinner, I've got something special planned for tonight." Moose started to dig in when Master continued, "That's still not an excuse for you to eat fast..."

Master took another bite of the chicken, this time uninterrupted by visions of Moose devouring the whole hindquarter of a chicken. He chewed it slowly, savoring the flavor as he did. He looked at me and said, "Well Gabe." He stopped to take a sip of his beer, leaving me in suspense for a moment. "That's really good! It's cooked all the way through, but not over done. The bacon has enhanced the flavor of the chicken and you can still taste the flavor of the peppers and onions in it. I'm proud of you."

After all that praise my cock was literally throbbing. I felt like I was on the verge of cumming. My Master was really pleased with me. I was prouder than I'd ever been in my life. "Taste the potatoes Master!" I begged, then worried that he wouldn't like them.

He took a forkful of the potatoes with the pepper, onion and mushroom laced gravy. He savored it for a good while as he chewed it. He paused for a moment, dragging my apprehension out for another eternity which was actually only a few seconds. "Really good. If you keep this up I may make you prepare all the meals. Then I won't have to cook anymore." He said grinning at me. "I'll have my own personal chef. Well that's if you're willing to do it..."

I couldn't contain myself. I jumped out of my chair, knocking it over. "Can I Master? Of course I wanna do it Master. Please..."

"I already told you I'm going to let you take cooking lessons. But that means all the meals are gonna be your responsibility. Are you sure you're up for that responsibility?" He said looking at me almost solemnly.

"I won't let you down Master. But can I still ask you questions about cooking, even if it's my job?" I asked hoping I hadn't bitten more off than I could chew.

"Of course you can. But you're going to be the one in charge."

We continued eating, Moose only had to be reminded twice more to slow down. While we ate we talked about our day of fishing. Master and Moose matched each other beer for beer as the night went on. It had me a little on edge, I had never seen Master drink this much. My only experience with this kind of drinking had been with my old owner, and it never ended well. I kept kind of quiet, trying not to draw attention to myself. But I needn't have worried. Master didn't get mean at all. He just got a little loud.

When it was finally time to go to bed Master said, "Moose since Gabe made dinner for us will you clean up before you come to bed."

"Of course Sir. I'll be in when I get finished." Moose said. He was a little tipsy, he had matched Master beer for beer, but with his extra 80 pounds it hadn't affected him as much as it had Master. He ambled over to the kitchen area to wash the dishes and put the left overs into storage containers and into the ice chest. In the meantime Master and I headed for the tent.

When we got into the tent Master had a pretty good buzz going. He was a little wobbly on his feet, so I helped him take his sweats off. I helped him sit down on the bed and I got down on my knees to take off his moccasins. I set them beside the bed and realize I was in one of my favorite places, on my knees between my Masters legs. I was in the perfect position to attend to my favorite body parts. He was limp right now, but I intended to fix that soon. I reached up with my little paw and gently caressed his beautiful full balls. I loved my Master more than I had ever imagined I could love someone and pleasing him was the most important thing in my world.

He smiled down at me in his semi-befuddled state and said, "You like those, don't you pup?"

I beamed up at him and replied, "Yes Master, they're beautiful!" My paw slid up his balls and then cupped the underside of his perfect cock, which was just starting to respond.

"That's the thing with you anthrodogs, you idolize your Masters and make us out to be more than we really are. You probably believe that I'm perfect..." He said with a wry smile.

"OF COURSE YOU'RE PERFECT MASTER!" I said truthfully, shocked that he didn't realize that he was perfect.

"I'm far from perfect pup, but hopefully I'm at least a passable Master. I always try to do my best for my pups..." He seemed a little melancholy as he spoke. "I'm not always perfect, but I do love you with all of my heart, so hopefully that's enough to be a good Master..."

"That's all that matters Master. I know you love us. And we love you too, Moose and I would die for you if we needed to." I said adamantly.

"I know you would, and that's the problem. I've already had one dog that has died for me. I wish Bruce could be here..." He said wistfully.

My heart dropped, I knew that even my best could not come close to matching Bruce. Master could read the hurt in my face.

"No you misunderstand pup, I don't wish he was he instead of you and Moose, I wish he could be here with us. He would have liked you two and I think you would have liked him."

"I'm sure we would have liked him Master. I'm really sorry you lost him." I said, sad that my Master was sad.

He got into the bed and said, "Come here. I need someone to hold me." I lay down beside him and he pulled me close to him. It hurt me so much to see him sad, I'd do anything I could to take the pain away from him. But I didn't have any idea of what to do except to offer comfort just being there. I could feel him crying softly. "Thank you for being here Gabe, I really don't want to be alone right now."

"I'm here any time you need me Master." I replied as I ran my paws gently threw his hair.

"I had some really tough times before you got here... I felt so alone..." He said his voice quavering as he spoke. "I shouldn't have drank so much beer..."

"I'm here and Moose is here Master, you'll never have to be alone again." I said and I licked his nose. Master didn't make a reply, he just held me tighter.

When Moose came into the tent he crawled up onto the bed with us. He got in beside Master and spooned him. He could sense something wrong too. "What's wrong Sir."

"Just had a little too much to drink... Got me feeling a little melancholy..." He said and then went quiet for a while. After about 5 minutes Master spoke again. "Moose I need to feel you in me..."

"Sir you haven't taken me yet. It wouldn't be right for me to take you first. Especially if I become your pet."

"Bullshit! It's not like I'm a virgin. Besides if you decide you want me as your Master all that matters is that I'm the first one ever to cum on your receptors. Once I do that you'll belong to me regardless of how many times you've cum in me."

"Are you sure that you don't just want this because you're drunk?" Moose asked.

"Of course I want it because I'm drunk. When I'm not drunk I can keep my emotions under control. I can deny myself what I need. And right now I need you deep inside me, showing me you want me. Or don't you want me?"

"Of course I want you Sir. But I don't want to take you if you're not sober enough to make a rational decision."

"I know what I'm doing Moose. It's not like I'm some fucking virgin, you aren't going to be the first one that's fucked me, nor the last. Now get on your back. I want a little bit of control, I've never tried to take something that big before."

Moose just shrugged and rolled over on his back. Master and I got on either side of him and started working on his cock. It didn't take long for us to get him hard as a rock. It was eleven inches long and almost as big around as my wrist at the widest point. Fortunately it was narrower at the head and slightly pointed. This acted as a wedge to get it started going in. I remembered from the time he fucked me. But anthrodogs were designed to be especially accommodating in the ass department. Humans aren't quite as stretchy back there.

"Gabe please get out the Gun Oil and get me ready." Master asked then continued to stimulate Moose.

I grabbed the tube of Gun Oil and oiled up my index finger. I got behind Master and worked my finger into Master's ass. He wiggled his ass back onto my finger. All I could think about was last night when I got to take Master. He was so giving of himself. Most Masters would never consider letting their Anthrodog fuck them. It wasn't long before I worked a second and third into his rectum. I was worried that I was going to hurt him.

But he just turned and said, "Put another finger in, get me stretched as far as you can."

With a very generous application of Gun Oil I was able to work the 4th finger in in about half a minute. I worked it back and forth. "Now try to get your whole paw in." I lubed my thumb up and before long I was in up to my wrist. I turned my paw so I could massage his whole prostate with my fingers. "Easy Runt, I don't want to cum yet. Pull your paw out now." I retracted my paw and wiped it off on a towel.

In the meantime Master straddled Moose and I guided him to Master's tight asshole. With how much I had stretched Master he easily took the head of Moose's huge cock into his pucker. He was facing Moose as he slowly slid down that massive shaft. He sat all the way down on Moose's dick. He rose almost all the way off of it and slowly slid back down. He did this about a dozen times then he rolled them both over so Moose was on top.

Moose started thrusting gently at first. Master pulled his muzzle down to his mouth. That was all the encouragement Moose needed to slip his huge tongue into Master's mouth. Kissing was such a treat for us anthrodogs. Johns never wanted to kiss a stray. Dogs are very oral, so the sensations of kissing are exhilarating.

Moose's thrusting picked up speed. Master was making submissive mewling sounds around Moose's tongue as he endured Moose's onslaught. I had a bird's eye view of the action. Moose's log-like cock was sliding deep inside Master. I knew from experience how that huge cock felt against your prostate. Those huge balls slapped against Master's bubble butt. Master's cock was throbbing, precum burbling out of his slit. It wasn't going to be too much longer before Master and Moose tied, I could see Moose's knot just starting to bulge.

"Moose stop for a second. Get off of me." Master ordered.

Moose was crestfallen. It seemed like Master was rejecting him. But what happened next proved him wrong. Master rolled over onto his knees and presented his ass to Moose. "It just makes the tie easier if we can spoon during it instead of being face to face." Master said in explanation.

Moose repositioned himself and quickly guided his massive doghood into Master's eager body. Master had his head down buried in the pillow, his ass positioned high in the air as Moose started hammering away. There was nothing gentle about it. Just an alpha dog hammering away trying to mark his property. In less than a minute I could see his knot starting to expand. I knew just how that felt from yesterday when I got to tie with Master. He quickly switched his thrust down to brutal short deep thrusts, trying to get every last bit of his eleven inches into Master's submissive body.

I looked underneath Master and it was obvious that he was on the brink. His balls had tightened and there was a string of pre that stretched from his cock to the bed. I crawled under and took his precious manhood into my muzzle. He was not going to waste his precious seed on the bed. He moaned even louder into the pillow as I bobbed my muzzle up and down his shaft. From my view I could see Moose's huge heavy pendulous balls slapping against Master, but their arc was getting smaller with each thrust as his balls drew up, ready to dump their seed deeper in Master than anybody had ever been.

I reached back with my paw and slid Moose's cock between my middle and index fingers, my palm flat against Master's ass. I could feel that huge knot growing in Master, locking him in. And at the same moment I heard Master's muffled voice in the pillow, "Make me yours Moose! Arrgghhhh!" His tasty load exploded into my mouth and with my hand I could feel Moose's seed erupt into Master's willing body. Jet after jet of seed was shot into my muzzle and I did everything I could to swallow every drop.

In the heat of the moment I hadn't realized how close I was to cumming myself. My cock was throbbing. All it took was for me to reach down and grab the base of my knot before I blew my load onto the blanket.

Master had stopped cumming and I knew enough to get my muzzle off of his now hypersensitive flesh. Moose lowered them sideways until they were on their sides, spooning. They were both panting as Moose reached around Master's chest and pulled him tight in a protective, possessive embrace. I lay in front of Master, facing the two of them.

"Thank you Moose." Master said as Moose held him tight and continued to pump his seed deep in Master.

"I should be thanking you Sir. This is a bigger honor than any Anthrodog deserves... A man like you should be the one doing the fucking Sir. I'm barely worthy of being your pet."

"Why do you Anthrodogs insist on holding me up on a pedestal, I'm nowhere near perfect. I let the one being I loved more than life itself get killed. I should have been able to save him. I should have been the one that died..." Master cried out in shame and embarrassment.

"BULLSHIT! You told me what happened. There's no way you could have stopped it. Bruce chose to step in front of the bullet. If I was in the same situation I would be honored to give my life to save you and so would Gabe. Besides a life without having a master is not worth living."

"Maybe you deserve a better Master than me, someone that can protect his pups better..." Master replied.

"I can honestly say I can't imagine finding a better Master than you." Moose stated. "You need to forgive yourself Sir. I'm sure Bruce already has..."

Master didn't say anything else, but it was obvious that he was contemplating what Moose had said as he drifted off to sleep.