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The sweet scent of flowers filled the market street's air; blooming flowers, vapor machines distilling scented oils, musky labourers... you know, the usual things that intrigued a mid-twenties rottweiler by the name of Weilz. His eyes were alive and curious as he trod down the brick-paved street, delighted by each and every unknown pedestrian that gleefully greeted him - without even knowing who he was. It was infectious, even to the point where he found himself doing the very same thing! A toothy smile was pasted across his face as he passed his change to the pastry maker, giving the Dane a joyful wave as he stepped away, already finding himself devouring the applewood and oregano cheese twist as he headed down the main thoroughfare; but just as his large canid tongue cleared the crumbs shamelessly from his lips, his eyes caught a great white-and-brown hulking mass way across from the other side of the street. The individual was far too large to be as quiet as he was, the rottweiler's intrigue only furthered by the raucous laughter and parting crowd's that seemed to cheer in his wake.

"Oh! That reminds me, I need to thank Henry for his work on my roof." A figure exclaimed from behind Weilz before they darted towards the crowd, The rottie now far too curious to even stop himself from squeezing his form between the packed pop-up pavilions that line the central line of the highstreet.

He managed to make his way behind the crowd, walking in parallel with the hulking being, stalking him almost as Weilz assessed who - or what - exactly was causing this commotion. But just as quickly as the commotion peaked, it waned, and Weilz was left walking in tandem beside this leaving breathing monomyth that he barely even knew of, but was for one reason or another compelled to follow.

"Well hi there, friend; can I help you in any way?" He asked, his burning orange eyes like a blazing wildfire piercing into and melting the rotties' own ice blue orbs.

Weilz was stunned into paralysis, freezing in his place like an awkward living statue that had just started in his line of work.

"Are you alright buddy? Do you need me to call someone for you?" The bull terrier asked as he turned to face him.

Weilz - standing almost at his tallest - was still only about the size of a teenager compared to this eight-foot-something canine, his eyes only just in line with where the overwhelming male's ribs began at the lower portion of his torso.

"C-can I help you with something?" Weilz asked awkwardly, defaulting to the charming and helpful demeanor that he'd adopted from the short time he'd spent with the local populace.

Henry gave out a booming bout of laughter, lifting one of his two handfuls of shopping up as he practically wiped a tear from his eye. "You want to help me? Now that's the quirkiest turnaround I've heard all year! You want to help the handyman?" He asked once again, squatting slightly to get on eye level with the timid male.

"I-I'd really love to help you with your shopping, sir!" Weilz belted out, arms now rigid beside his body, bent over at the hip in a sign of respect to the greater male.

Henry squinted his eyes at the rottie before smirking to himself. "It's only shopping, you know?"

"Yes sir! I want to help in any way I can!" He said, feeling a little more lucid now, yet still wanting to help the individual out nonetheless.

Henry gave a friendly and reaffirming nod before standing back upright and giving him his lighter shopping bag: it was oddly filled with simple crispy red apples, which Weilz grasped with gusto against its mass before starting down the path, side by side with the alleged town hero. It took a whole minute of awkward silence before Weilz started with his small talk.

"I-I like your vest, Sir. Where did you get it from?"

"You can't tell? It's from Danial's place, back down the way! I really love his plain design garments, and always appreciate the little logo he places on the breast for me!" He spouts joyfully, pulling at his vest to show off the cute little embroidered bull terrier logo'd onto it. Before having time to study the male garment, the rotties cheeks were flushed as he caught a full view of the males bulging pectoral muscle and accompanying nipple, viewing it in its partially erect state before averting his eyes.

"I-It's adorable, Sir! Do your white shorts also bear the same logo?" He asked curiously, staring the bully in the eyes, averting his gaze fully, yet still perceiving that soft fleshy pink peak from the peripheral of his sight.

"They are actually, yeah! But the logo has been embroidered onto one of the back pockets this time, look!" Henry said, excited to show off his town-wear as he turned at the waist, showing Weilz his wallet-stuffed back pocket, alongside the fact that those shorts were professionally fitted around his muscular glutes. This time, the rottweiler said nothing as he quickly averted his gaze, focussing on the horizon.

"You know, kid, you can call me Henry; but, you probably got that already. What's your name?" He asked gently as he softly padded along the dusty brickwork, lain mostly by his own hands.

"W-Weilz, Sir-- er, I mean Henry!" He responded, looking back up to Henry, beaming a glad smile his way just as he was pulled close against the Bully's frame. "Watch it! Almost stepped in a puddle there!" He interjected, regarding safety over pleasantries

"T-t-thanks, Henry.." He said, his cheek still pressed against the side of his pectoral, the corner of his lips brushing against his exposed nipple before he eventually peeled himself away. "Where are we going, by the way?" He asked, only now wondering why he was making his way towards a nearby alleyway.

"This here is a cut through the buildings, and a straight shot to home!" He said, looking back with a pleasant smile as the light cut to shadows, yet his form remained incandescently handsome.

"S-sure thing Henry..~" Weilz said under his breath, now following him in single file, far enough back to watch the rise and fall of each cheek as the bully made his way down the shaded shortcut.

The pair dipped past a dumpster or two as they made their way down the alleyway, Weilz beginning to close the gap now as the light began to dim within the dark confines of the passthrough.

"So, judging by the fact that you don't know me very well, can I assume that you aren't from around here?" Henry asked, slowing his pace down a little to a casual stroll.

"I'm from South Africa. I wanted a change of scenery, and - I can honestly say - I'm not disappointed..."

"You don't say! And you picked rural England for a getaway, or are you here for something particular?" He asked, looking over his shoulder to catch The young canine checking him out - quickly facing forwards once again, as to not embarrass the rottie. "Just down this alley a little further now; my place isn't far beyond the exit."

" I just thought I'd try a change of scenery, experience something new... maybe meet new people and try new things..." He grinned to himself as he slowed down his pace to match the leader, stealing ever more glimpses of the bully's pectorals as he sidestepped past some commercial waste. "What about you? What's a handsome stud like you doing here?"

Caught off guard by the boy's brazen new attitude, he simply cleared his throat in response.

"Oh, excuse me..." He apologised, his eyes dropping down now, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment from his overreaching comment.

"I've lived here all my life; I'm practically the village's handyman at this point!" He stated proudly as he stepped over a puddle in the alley, pulling Weilz towards him to help him evade another misstep. Weilz held onto Henry's clasping paw firmly, staring up towards the males eyes a bit before blushing a deep red. "W-well, they're very lucky to have you, Mister."

Henry held his paw a moment longer socially acceptable, keeping his hand firm and secure, before eventually letting go, breaking the moment.

"They show their appreciation in multiple ways, sure... I'm just thankful that I get to give something back to these people."

Henry led them out of the alley, into the warming sunlight, and onto the view of a stretch of land with a cottage placed front and centre. A wooden stable was attached to the side of the building, with a chest-height picket fence surrounding the land's boundary.

"This is the place I call home, Weilz; welcome to it, and I hope you make it yours - whilst you're here."

Weilz went a bit wide-eyed at the view before him, taking a few seconds to stand there and take in the view, his long tail swaying with the wind. "O-Oh wow, this is gorgeous Sir-- Henry!" He exclaimed, clutching his paws against his chest in a display of genuine joy and wonderment, taking in all the sights and sounds and smells.

"Thanks! I built it myself." He said proudly as he opened the front gate to his roomy property. The large dual door gate opened inwards onto a paved stone courtyard, the cottage door itself being about 30ft onwards in front of the pair from that. "This acts as both a driveway, as well as a horse bathing area - for those that are interested." He added as he grasped his keys from his rear pocket, pointing towards the various hoses and attachments mounted upon a utility station that bordered the stable entrance.

"You seem to be quite the handyman indeed; so strong, and firm, and it looks like it has a solid foundation... the house looks good, too." Weilz said, giving the bully a playful wink before following Henry towards the cottage's main entrance. Henry couldn't contain his laughter any longer as he slotted his olden style key into its appropriate lock, turning it before opening his front door.

"Now that's a new one! Hey, are you free for a cup of coffee right now... Weilz, was it?" He asked, his eyes partially lidded as a warm and caring smirk crept across Henry's face.

"I'd love a cup mister." He said as he brazenly closed the gap between them, slowly and sensually brushing his paws against his stomach as he walked passed, giving a playful wink as he crossed the wooden threshold. Henry looked the rottie up and down as he stepped inside after him, closing the door as he murmured under his breath.

The rottweiler looked around the main entryway for short moment before turning back to smile at Henry. "This is a really cozy house you have, Sir. You've done a seriously impressive job of renovating it!"

Henry hefted his bag up into a more comfortable grip as he closed the door, intentionally leading the way through to the kitchen, passing the young male. With the cottage being kept in such a controlled atmosphere - just as Henry likes it - Weilz could help but sample the sweet scent that the larger male was now giving off. He couldn't truly decide whether it was simply sweat and grime from his day of work, or something else entirely different; but somehow, he knew, just as Henry adjusted the bulge in the front of his shorts.

"Pop the shopping on the counter, and take a seat buddy! How do you like your coffee?" He asked, turning on his machine bean-to-cup coffee machine, one of a few items that were so new that they simply didn't seem in keeping with the old timey decor of the property. Weilz simply did as he was instructed, putting the shopping bag of apples next to the other before taking a seat at the breakfast bar, admiring the male's body as he walked around the kitchen preparing cups and sugar.

"What does a stud like you do in his free time Sir? I bet the Missus must love having a handy man like you around." Weilz asked as he supported the weight of his head using his paws, elbows on the counter, completely disregarding the question due completely to his being distracted. The atmosphere seemed to change for just a second as Henry froze in place, before returning to his normal jovial self.

"Oh, sadly the wife left me for another guy... though, thankfully, I have a son now to show for it!'

Weilz lowered his ears a bit at Henry's response, looking down towards the counter, fearing he'd caused offense.

"S-Sorry... I didn't mean to bring up bad memories." He said, looking back up. "I-it's her loss, though; I mean, just look at you! Like you said, though, at least you've got one lucky pup out of a bad situation."

Henry responded incredibly well to the comment, loving compliments about him regarding his son - as any doting father would, of course. "He's my little hell-raiser, that much is for sure. Just like his dad back in his youth, heh..." He chuckled as he poured the rottie a coffee, defaulting to a standard brew of medium sweetness. He ran the cleaning cycle on the machine before padding over to the bar, sitting down beside Weilz.

Weilz slowly spread his legs apart so that his left knee touched Henry's just as he reached for his mug of coffee.

"I bet you're good at raising a lot of things..." He said shamelessly, yet confidently as he sipped from the mug. Henry sipped his coffee as he listened to the rottie, now confident in the males oh-so obvious intentions.

"We should probably get down to business then: I'll suppose you'll be wanting some sort of payment for the help you've given me... hm?"

"Well, how about a bit of .... mutually beneficial payment." He said as he rested his paw on Henry's inner leg, giving it a firm squeeze as he grinned up at him. "Let's get comfortable, and see where this head's... Dad." He gently whispered as he loosened his grip on the canine's leg before rubbing up and down, leaning in closer to the handsome terrier only to press his lips against the side of his muzzle. Henry's larger paw rose and held the back of the rotties head, keeping him firmly in place as he kissed him, murmuring aloud softly at the young male's sweet affections. As he pulled away from the peck, Henry turned so that his lips met the others', pressing gently as he held his head in place - his soft tongue soon forcing entry into the rottweiler's mouth as he turned his head this way and that. Their eyes closed and their lips parted as their passionate embrace continued, the rottweiler even going so far as to shuffle across and astride the bully's lap as he wrapped his arms around the handyman's strong neck.

Henry smoothly looped one arm beneath Weilz's knee-pits, sliding the other arm down his back before pushing away from the breakfast bar; with apart ease, Henry hoisted the rotty up and into his firm chest - carrying him in a cradled position. "I think I know somewhere a bit more comfortable. Just hold on tightly." He whispered softly as he padded away from the bar and out of the kitchen towards a hallway. Weilz could feel the hunk's heart beat healthily and smoothly against his cheek; every muscular contraction noticed as various bulge firmed up all around Weilz. He felt as though he was floating on air, and he never wanted it to end. Henry chuckled softly under his breath as he felt the young man knead and rake his claws through his shortly trimmed neck fur, showing his own affection as he responded in kind by gently gripping and releasing the lower portion of his thigh.

"My my, aren't you an affectionate little pup." He said, playing into Weilz's early mentioned 'Daddy' comment, giving his check a soft and gentle lick as he tapped a door open with his foot-paw.

"Well it isn't every day that I get to repay a favour for such a stoic gentleman, such as yourself." He retorted, craning his head away from his affections, exposing the fluffy portion of his neck to Henry in offering as a soft sigh escaped his throat. And just as Henry tapped the bedroom door shut, he began to feel a growing pressure against his abdomen, pulsing and twitching before Henry squatted to set the pup down upon his mattress.

"I see; I think it shows, too." He commented with a smirk, his auburn eyes drifting down towards the rotty's loins, his garments tenting outwards in a shameless display of amor. Seeing the suddenly shy male cover himself up with a nearby pillow prompted Henry's paws to move slowly towards the hem of his shorts, smoothly unbuttoning the fastenings of his garment one by one to expose pink-hued lower abdominal muscles - a precursor that faded into the beginnings of a fat and swollen white sheath. Weilz's eyes widened, and his cheeks flushed a soft red as Henry's shorts fell to the floor, exposing his 'modesty' to the fullest - generously accompanied by two heavy set and hanging testicles, weighty enough even to stretch his scrotum taught in the midsummer heat of the cottage's adjusted climate. He kicked his shorts away as his dull-clawed paw scratched at the base of his sheath, the fur audibly rustling as a blood red tip began to show from the slot at the tip of his appendage.

"To save your embarrassment, consider us equalled... though I simply must see what you have to show, my boy." He said as his paws crossed over, grasping at the hem of his tank before it was pulled up and over the canine's broad torso - similarly deposited across the room, as were the shorts.

Weilz was left stunned - paralysed even - as he viewed the beast's resplendent form in all its glory. He didn't make a sound, even as Henry removed his socks, tossing them aside before stepping up to the edge of the bed, his paws on his hips, his sheath mere inches from the pup's pillow-covered muzzle.

"Y-You smell divine Henry..." He stuttered, his nostrils flaring as he gripped the pillow tighter, his arousal no doubt raging and his knot tight inside its sheath beneath the pillow.

"Smell? You should taste how good I am, my pup." He suggested as one of his paws slowly slid back the white covering, revealing his sweat and pre-slickened veiny flesh, twitching every so often.

Weilz was left speechless once more, but would this time do as he was suggested; he slowly leaned forward, raised a paw to grasp around that furred sheath, before surrounding the exposed portion of the bully's flesh with his soft lips. He held still for a moment, taking in the sights and sounds, before he began to suckle upon Henry's cock. The organ twitched and throbbed more often now as it grew inside the rottweiler's mouth, a spritz of pre-seminal fluid dashing the males tongue before Henry eased his head further down. Weilz's lips came into contact with his sheath, but would remain sealed tight, pushing that sleeve further down until all Henry had to offer was exposed. Even though it was still in its early stages of growth, Henry's tip was gently jabbing against the pup's tonsils, with that thinly stretched scrotum contouring against his furred chin. A few more eager sucks later, and the stud drew his hips back until his meat came tumbling out of the young pup's mouth; it's own weight caused it to hang, hot and heavy as it continued to grow.

"I think you should get undressed. It's time for your payment, you know." Henry uttered softly as he easily tore the pillow from his grasp, evening going so far as to aid him in removing his bottoms. To Henry, all it took was a swift tug, and those look's shorts came sliding off - revealing the pup's raging shaft, his sheath contouring to the shape of his sheath.

As if it was bred into him, Weilz simply rolled onto his front before shuffling up the mattress, making room for the bully that clambered atop after him. Weilz looked over his shoulder as he felt the bed shift backwards, the males sheer mass causing the frame to creek heavily as Henry's silhouette loomed over him.

"You'll definitely want to pass me the lube, son." He mentioned, gesturing towards a slightly ajar draw in the males bedside table. Weilz quickly acquiesced to the bully's request as he lunged towards the table, pulling the draw open before grasping at the bottle of lube that rested above the small stack of 'Play-Bitch' magazines stack that Henry used in his off time. Weilz didn't even comment on it as he passed the bottle back to him, pre-opening it for ease of application.

"Hmm... seems as though you've been well trained; that'll be mighty useful to me later on, son..." He said as he squirted a generous pool of lubricant over his paw pad, applying the majority of it onto his cock until it was dripping that slick fluid, before applying the left-overs to the boy's tailhole - the aforementioned tail already being hiked up high.

"S-start slow, D-Dad..." He requested, pushing his chest against the duvet, and his face into a pillow. His feet were separated and legs extended, all while Henry was getting himself ready.

"That's my boy. I'll go gentle, but that'll soon change when I hit my stride; try and relax your muscles, and - for god sake - bite that pillow." He advised as the hot spear tip of his canid cock pressed against the wrinkled entrance to the pup's insides, the bully's chest heaving as he watched that sphincter spread open and around his invading mass before enveloping the first inch. "That's my boy... you're doing so well..." He said as his hips smoothly gilded forward, inching his thickening mass forward, guiding the tip deeper and deeper until it hit a secondary tighter ring.

Weilz relaxed fully, yet as the thickest section of the bully's shaft entered his body, he found himself biting down hard upon his feathered pillow, thankful that - as he pushed deeper - it thinned back out before he felt that tip beginning to pierce his tight inner ring. The feeling was alien, unusual, and quickly became uncomfortable as that cock tip continued to work it. Henry rocked back and forwards a little at this moment, knowing what signs to look for in the rottweiler's body language. The rocking motion definitely helped to slowly stretch and ease that ring open, his shaft pushing deeper at a very slow rate until the pup felt it.

"S-shit... is that--"

"Don't move a muscle, pup."

Henry's swift advice stopped a large amount of unnecessary pain; he knew that if the boy panicked, his muscles would contract, and that inner ring pain would only multiply. Henry continued to gently rock his hips back and forth, building a certain rhythm as he watched the pup's anal ring begin to adapt and loosen to the front end of the bully's knot. On each drawback, Henry would drip some extra lubricant onto his half formed knot, making its surface perpetually slick as Weilz's hole continued to stretch and adapt. Setting the bottle aside now, Henry's paws latched on to the male's thinner-than-his-own waistline, grasping him and holding him in place as he hunched over him, his stance a fully lowered squat as his hips continued to rock. At about a third of the way inside, Henry bit down on his lower lip as he felt the pressure of the male's ring tightening naturally around his knot; the boy's ring had reached its limit.

"On the count of three, I want you to push back; this won't work any other way I'm afraid. And, remember boy, wreck that pillow with your teeth."

That was the last thing the big canine would say in way of advice as the pressure built behind his hips.

"One..."

"Two..."

"Three!"

As requested, Weilz gave a single heavy push backwards against Henry's hips, just as he bit down against his pillow; but what came next was something that he had not bargained on. As soon as Henry uttered the last number, the weight of his body was put into the strength of his hips, and - with one almighty thrust - Henry wedged his knot inside the willing pup. Expecting that to be the end of the show, Weilz fully relaxed, allowing his knees to touch the mattress, but that was his final mistake. Just as that tight fleshy fist of a knot passed inside his ring, Henry held true to his promise of not being able to go easy, and the knot was simply the on switch for the jackhammer.

With a change that came as instant as a light being turned on, Weilz found his hips being pummelled upon by the Horny canine's hips, the weight of his body keeping the pup prisoner as those huge white hips came slamming down time and time again. The pace that Henry usually kept with his thrusts was somewhere in the two-in-one second range, but this felt more like three-in-one; with the angle of his lower back and hips, and the force being applied, the bully was able to force his knot another two to three inches deeper before a stretching feeling soon became apparent to the young male. With enough support and balance to sustain himself, Henry used his right hand to reach down and under the rotty's raised hips; he smoothly slipped that furred sheath back and behind the pup's small but fully formed knot, before grasping around its base firmly. As the rottweiler swelled, so did the bully inside him - his thrusts becoming shorter and sharper until the apex of his pleasure was achieved. Henry lowered his maw upon the pup's nape, sinking his teeth into the scruff of his neck before feeling his weapon unload.

Weilz had - yet again - done as he was told; his teeth had shredded the pillow until there were fragments of feathers within his maw. And yet this displeasurable feeling paled in comparison to the height of ecstasy he was now feeling. Thanks to the bully's fully swollen knot, his prostate had been forced empty, his fluid emptying itself all over the canine's bed sheets in one single stream; and without an orgasm so far, it would soon come as Henry's iron fist latched around the base of his knot, triggering the pup's own orgasm to occur - to little effect. Weilz's orgasm was nothing more than three or four droplets of white sperm rich fluid that splattered into the aforementioned puddle, with the convolution of his anal ring only spurring the stud on to unload a pulsing stream of rich white seed into the depths of the male's gut.

As quickly as the beast's knot was tied, his thrusting ended - leaving the pair panting, hot, and trembling. Henry's cock was pulsing and twitching away inside the receiving male just as Weilz's legs gave out from under him; his left leg went first, causing the two to roll onto the clean side of the mattress, tied together at the hip. The rottweiler's body was shivering in post coital pleasure, his mouth agape with scant a word being thrown from his throat as Henry released his scruff from his maw, gently licking the bite point whilst simultaneously relaxing his fist around the pup's cock - looking over the smaller male's form to see the shaft section flop into the pool of cum that was very slowly seeping into the fibers of the bedding.

"Y-you took that like an a-absolute champ, my boy," Henry complimented as he continued cleaning and licking that bite mark, his hips occasionally jutting forwards and against the pup's soft rump.

"Y-y-you... d-didn't g-give me much of a-a-a choice, Dad..." He spluttered as his full body convulsions continued, that wedge of flesh inside his gut continuing to dump Henry's essence into his body, a small bulge in his lower right abdomen twitching and pulsing away. It could only be the tip of Henry's swollen cock.

Henry chuckled softly as he gently pulled the rottweiler into his full embrace, holding him carefully as he nuzzled against his head.

"We're going to be stuck like this for a little while, Son... you might even get a chance to meet my real son at this rate!" He joked as the seriousness of his breeding work faded away in the pair's afterglow, his cum-sodden paw gently caressing his own cock through the male's lower belly.

"I'd absolutely love to meet him! If he's anything like you, Dad, I think we'll get along just fine. But - again - I might not have a choice in that.~"