knot so different
*Notice* There is a breif section in this story that ends in a rough entry during the main characters past, however I did not go into detail beyond that. While it is not detailed it is indicated that rape occured. * Thank you and I hope you enjoy the story.
Knot so different
Jonathan sat in a corner booth at the local café sipping his spiced cider as he gazed out at the snow. He was just another twenty something canine trying to make it in the big city. He couldn't complain though as he held an entry level job at a well known modeling company. The hours were long but the pay was enough to keep up on the bills, and at least for the moment he could relax and enjoy the few weeks he has off during the holidays.
His photos were always featured in the company's magazine, but his supervisor always seemed to get the credit. Jonathan wouldn't mind so much but he knew that no one would give him any credit. His whole life was nothing but a series of taunts and jokes made at his expense. He was always overlooked in everything he did. Even his father abandoned him and his mother when she told him she was pregnant. While his siblings took on their wolf father's look he looked more like his mother. His coat was a mix of browns, and blacks that that blended together with white and shades of rust. His fur was softer and finer than his siblings and reminded him of the satin fringe on some of the outfit's the models wear. His eyes were a gentle and resembled a glossy jade in their color.
While his mother supported him the best she could she knew how tough it would be on him. During his school days he often would come home only to lock himself up in his room and weep for hours before his sibling had finished eating and started in on their homework before giving in to his hunger. His mother would ask about his day knowing by the look on his face that it wasn't pleasant, but she always tried to cheer him up.
When he began going through puberty he soon realized that he wasn't as tall or broad as the other canines. Most of them began filling out with a natural bulk of muscles, and with little effort they were able to build upon it until they had the perfect athletic form. Jonathan however never seemed to fill in as much as the others, always remaining a head shorter and his muscles never seeming to fill out his clothing in the same way as his peers. The only parts that seemed to surpass that of his peers were the bulge of his sheath and size of his sac. He even noticed that his male siblings were notably smaller in that area.
His mother comforted him telling him that he was probably just a late bloomer. But as time went on and the taunts got worse she finally sat him down and with a great sadness began to explain why the others looked down on him. She told him that while his father was a pure wolf she came from a line of mixed breeds. He tried to understand as she explained that the others come from the same types of breeds, and that the mixing of breeds was still looked down on even though it was a common practice.
Jonathan's thoughts were interrupted as the waitress offered to refill his drink. He softly nodded allowing her to take his cup. His eyes scanned the room as he smiled watching the couples and the families in the café. He noticed that they all were happy, but he also noticed they were all with their own breeds. Not a single couple or family was of any type of mix. His smile quickly turned to a frown as he leaned into the table resting his head on his arms. With a pout he let out a sigh barely noticing the waitress return.
She slid his cider onto the table along with a slice of almond pie. "You've been sitting there for ages I thought you might be hungry." She said with a smile. "Don't worry it's my treat"
Jonathan glanced over to see the as she walked away. As she got back to the counter he could barely make out her telling the other waitresses how sorry she felt for him. They glanced over saying that he was only a mutt and she shouldn't let him get use to her treating him to anything.
He sat back up turning to the window again his mind in a daze as he caught glimpses of couples walking past holding hands while they happily finished their shopping. One young feline slipped on a patch of ice falling back into her mates arms before laughing. The tiger she fell into gently nuzzled into her neck as he helped her regain her balance. The two paused for a moment as she raised her head back to kiss him before they continued on.
The sight made Jonathans heart sink as he turned away looking down at the table. He let out a sigh as he longed to find what those couples had. His thoughts went back to that gorgeous husky that he had a brief encounter with. He was tall, broad and had bulges in all the right places. Jonathan couldn't help but get lost in the husky's perfectly chiseled form. A fact that the husky soon realized.
They had met during a week long photo shoot when Jonathan was just getting into photography after graduating from high school. That was also his first time in any relationship. As time went on during the shoot the husky began making advances toward Jonathan. At first he refused saying it would be against policy, but the husky knew all the tricks and at the end of the week he found himself at the husky's hotel room.
Jonathan was nervous at first but after a few glasses of wine his nerves began to settle down. As the evening went on the husky continued to build his advances before finally getting Jonathan in the bedroom. As they kissed and undressed each other Jonathan began having second thoughts. He stopped hesitating before explaining that he had never been with anyone. The husky smiled and assured him that it would be great. Jonathan agreed thinking that the husky would know best. He finished getting undressed and laid on his back on the bed. His rod already partially protruding from his sheath as he watched the husky slide out of his pants revealing that his long fat member was completely out of the sheath, the large knot pulsing as drops of pre fell to the floor.
The husky instructed Jonathan to turn over so it would be better. Jonathan did thinking it would be easier to take the husky that way. He tensed up feeling the husky's member brush his hole. A paw was placed on either side of Jonathan as the husky leaned in pinning him down, His hot breath was felt as he whispered in Jonathans ear, "Like I said, it's going to be great...for Me." With a menacing laugh he shoved his member into Jonathan stopping at the knot.
Jonathan couldn't remember what happened after that as he blacked out at some point. When he did wake up the husky was dressed and getting ready to leave. When he began to question the husky the only response he got was, "All mutts are sluts." With that the husky was gone leaving Jonathan broken.
It took along time for Jonathan to get over that. He nearly gave up photography, only continuing at his mothers pushing. Although she was unaware of what had occurred he knew she was right. Photography was the only thing he was great at. And now here he was working for one of the best companies.
While things seemed to be going good he still couldn't help feeling like he would have to suffer his whole life. He wondered if he would always just get used or abused in whatever way was most beneficial to the other person. It was because of this he the he kept to himself, never letting anyone get too close. He never had a relationship mostly due to his experience with the husky. He didn't want to get hurt again and what the husky had said took away his desire to even try.
His daze was broken by the sound of breaking glasses. As he looked up he saw large muscled German shepherd, who was knelt down helping a waitress pickup the broken remnants of plates and glasses she had been carrying. He continued to apologies even though the waitress told him it was fine and mostly her fault.
Jonathan couldn't help but stare. Partly from the shepherds solid build and partly from being taken in by this canines seemingly genuine kindness. He smiled thinking it would be great if they could talk, but quickly pushed those thought aside turning away knowing that he didn't need anyone.
The shepherds sweet musk filled Jonathans nose as he past by heading for the restroom to wash his paws. If Jonathan didn't know better he could have sworn that the shepherd's tail brushed against his leg as he passed. He quickly dismissed it as the musk playing tricks on his mind.
Jonathan sipped at his cider as he eyed the slice of pie in front of him. He realized he had been sitting there most of the afternoon. His stomach growled at him to eat it, but he didn't want to give in to anyone's charitable pity.
The shepherds musky scent fill Jonathans nose once more. Jonathan tensed up forcing himself not to look as the shepherd walked past. The waitresses could be heard giggling and whispering to each other as the shepherd slid into the booth across from Jonathan. He glanced up to see the shepherd sat facing him. Nervously he dropped his head as he looked towards the table.
As a waitress came over to take the shepherds order Jonathan felt a surge of jealousy sweep over him. He quickly pushed the feeling aside as he began poking at the pie with his fork. After the waitress left he felt the shepherd begin to stare at him. He began to feel uncomfortable and nervously adjusted the collar of his shirt.
The tension continued to build as the shepherd's gaze remained on Jonathan. It was only broken when the waitress returned with a cup of cider for the shepherd. She remained there playfully flirting with the shepherd. Jonathan unconsciously let out a soft growl protesting her actions. When he glanced up and saw them looking his way he realized what he was doing, quickly he faked a few coughs before taking a sip of his cider pretending to have something stuck in his throat.
Jonathan nibbled at the pie waiting for the waitress to leave again. He tried to control his urge to look up at the shepherd as the smell of the muscled canine's musk continued to fill his nose. His mind was clouded by the time the waitress left, and his thoughts were of him fondling the shepherd's solid body.
Jonathan finally couldn't help but look towards the shepherd. To his surprise the shepherd had his eyes closed as he sniffed towards Jonathan with a blissful smile on his face. Before Jonathan could look away the shepherd opened his eyes and they both were locked in each others gaze.
Jonathan let out a soft gasp as he felt his body warm. His heart began to flutter and his breathing quickened leaving him slightly light headed. The moment was short as Jonathan broke his gaze after knocking over his cider. He quickly began cleaning up the spilled drink.
As he finished wiping the table off he glanced around to see a few couples were looking toward him. They were frowning and he heard them saying amongst themselves that mutts shouldn't be allowed to be here. Once more his heart sank as he fought to hold back the tears that began to form. He hurriedly got his wallet throwing a tip on the table as he got up and made his way to pay for his drinks. He pushed past the couple that was entering the café as he left, finding it harder to keep the tears at bay as the lump began to build in his throat. He hurriedly made his way around the block brushing past those who where in his path. Several angry words followed him as turned the corner.
He walked the streets for some time paying little attention to the lampposts flickering on under the darkening sky. Soon he found himself at the entrance to the park near his apartment. He paused for a moment catching the scent of wolves. Turning he began walking into the park ignoring his instincts to get home. His only thought was that no one would notice if he disappeared.
As he walked deeper into the park the scent of the wolves grew stronger, and he could hear the rustling of leaves from the overgrowth of bushes. Soon two of the wolves emerged from behind and began following him openly. Others could be heard following beside him hidden in the bushes.
Jonathan began second guessing his decision as panic started setting in. He looked around trying to find a way to get past the wolves, knowing he wouldn't be able to fight them. His heart began to pound and his adrenaline rose at the sight of another wolf sitting on a bench ahead of him. The wolf smiled wickedly at his approach. Knowing that it was now or never Jonathan darted down a dirt path that cut through to a side entrance of the park. With a howl from the wolf on the bench the others began their chase.
To his surprise Jonathan was able to gain nearly a two yard lead on the pack. He continued to run occasionally glancing back as the pack continued to fall behind. As he approached the gate he felt his paw catch on a root tripping him. He closed his eyes raising his arms up as he braced for the fall.
Jonathan found his paws grabbing onto a pair of large arms as he fell into a solid torso. He winced as he heard a vicious growl and sheer fear ran through him. His eyes closed tighter as his body tensed hearing the wolf pack stopping behind him. He relaxed slightly as he heard them mumble and begin to leave. Slowly he began to push away as he opened his eyes and looked up to see that he had fallen into the arms of the shepherd.
The shepherd smiled as he helped Jonathan balance himself. "You shouldn't be here this late." he gently said.
Jonathan breathed out heavily trying to push the shepherd's musk out of his nose as he pushed away from him. "What do you care?" he asked coldly as he started making his way out of the park.
The shepherd reached out taking Jonathan's paw causing him to turn back. "I do care." he replied as their eyes once again locked.
Jonathan once more felt the rush of heat as his body began to melt from the shepherd's loving gaze. He quickly forced himself to break his gaze before turning away again sliding out of the shepherd grasp letting out an irritated sigh. "Stupid mutt." he muttered as he began walking away before pausing when he heard a soft whimper. He turned back to see the shepherd hanging his head and looking really hurt. He started to turn back thinking it was just a trick, but he caught the glistening of a few tears run down the shepherd's cheek. He sighed as he gave in to his guilt and stepped back to the shepherd. "I'm sorry." he said watching the shepherd silently shed his tears.
The shepherd gazed towards Jonathan after a moment of silence. Taking a deep breath he began to reply, "My father was a mutt."
Hearing this only made Jonathan feel worse as he realize that the shepherd took his mutt statement completely wrong. "I didn't know." He gently placed his paw on the shepherds arm as he continued, "You look like a pure blood to me...I was referring to myself with the mutt comment." He began to get choked up again as he spoke and felt like he wouldn't be able to help the shepherd anyway. "I think I should be getting home now. I am sorry for the comment." He turned and began making his way out of the park as he wiped the tears form his face.
"Wait!" the shepherd called out. Jonathan turned as he came up beside him. They continued to walk for a moment before the shepherd spoke again, "I was wondering...I mean...Um...Could we."
Jonathan understood what the shepherd was trying to say, and with a smile he wrapped his tail around the shepherds as he took his companions paw into his. "So what's your name?"
The shepherd chuckled, "Mathew."
"I'm Jonathan."
They walked talking about various things finding they had more in common than what Jonathan could have imagined. He soon found his arms sliding around the shepherd's waist followed by Mathew placing his over Jonathans shoulders.
By the time they entered the lobby to Jonathan's apartment building Jonathan was actually smiling. Neither one of them noticed the looks that the receptionist and other residents were giving them.
As they waited for the elevator Jonathan began to doubt the situation. Remembering the husky he turned to the Mathew but the elevator opened before he could speak.
A young couple stepped out giving Jonathan a foul look as they shook their heads before deliberately pushing past them. Jonathan removed his arm from around the shepherd as they stepped into the elevator. Once inside he pushed the button for his floor before stepping back avoiding the shepherds reaching paw. He moved to the corner of the elevator hanging his head. Finally glancing up to see the inquiring look on the shepherds face he asked, "What are you expecting out of this?"
Mathew gave Jonathan a puzzled look before answering. "I just didn't want to be alone." He crossed his arms sensing that Jonathan was reconsidering his company. With a sigh he continued, "I spend most of my time alone, and you seemed to be in as much need of company as I am."
Jonathan's smile returned as he moved back to Mathew sliding his arms around him squeezing the shepherd tightly. He breathed in deeply as he nuzzled into Mathews chest taking in his musk as the shepherd returned the embrace.
Giggling could be heard when the elevator doors opened. Jonathan quickly released the shepherd turning to see a trio of teenage girls smiling at them. He cleared his throat as he began to move out of the elevator followed by Mathew. The girl's giggles could be heard as the two made their way to Jonathan's apartment.
Once inside Jonathan told Mathew to feel at home as he went to the kitchen to get some drinks.
Mathew looked around the living room as he removed his coat taking note of all the pictures that were hung on the walls recognizing some of the models. There was a section where several landscape photos hung, each taken from a unique angle that seemed to capture something unexplainable. As he scanned the room he spotted an opened album on the coffee table. Curious he walked over and sat on the couch before beginning to flip through the album. There were several pages of landscapes and followed by various couples in romantic embraces. Mathew was surprised when he got closer to the back of the album. There were many photos of strongly built males artistically posed and completely nude.
Jonathan returned setting a tray of drinks and sandwiches on the table. "That's just a portfolio." he said quickly closing the album before picking it up. He took the album over to a bookcase and placed it in its proper place.
Mathew leaned back onto the couch as he watched Jonathan. "You're really good."
Jonathan turned and smiled. "Those are just my hobby. No one would be interested in them." he said as he moved back to the couch sitting beside Mathew. "I hope you don't mind but I haven't eaten much today." He reached to pick up one of the sandwiches and began eating.
Mathew watched Jonathan for a moment before getting the other sandwich. They ate in relative silence content on enjoying each others company. After they finished eating and their conversation began to get uncomfortably arousing Mathew changed the subject "You know my uncle owns an art studio. I could have him set up an exhibit for your work."
Jonathan coughed as his drink went down wrong. He turned sitting his glass down. "Why? That would just ruin his business once the buyers found out that I was the photographer."
"Who ever told you such nonsense?" Mathew replied placing a paw on Jonathan's arm.
Jonathan frowned looking away. "Everyone. All the others studios won't even look at my work. Besides I'm working at a modeling company as a photographer."
Mathew laughed shaking his head. "I've dealt with modeling companies and trust me that's not where you want to be. Your work will never go anywhere at any of them."
Jonathan turned back looking with pleading eyes as he spoke, "It's easy for you though. No one will ever let a mutt get any credit."
Mathew smile faded as he looked at Jonathan sternly. "Don't forget that I'm a mutt too." Jonathan started to turn away his eyes beginning to tear up again, but Mathew stopped him turning his face back with a paw. His gentle smile was comforting and his voice softened as he spoke. "What does it matter what you are. Your work is almost as beautiful as you are."
Jonathan found himself falling into the shepherd's eyes only now realizing they were the same color as his. He smiled as he leaned into Mathew's chest reaching his arms around him. He pushed in deeper sliding himself up to nuzzle the shepherd's neck as he felt Mathew's arms wrap around him. Without realizing it he shifted his body so that he was straddling the shepherd leg. He let out a blissful sigh breathing in Mathew's scent as he squeezed tighter around Mathew. He slipped into a daze as feeling Mathew breathing deeply as he pulled him in closer. Clearly Jonathan's musk had the same effect on Mathew. His daze was broken as Mathew cleared his throat gently pushing him away.
Mathew seemed flushed as he looked at Jonathan. "I don't want to spoil the moment but..." He stopped to look down.
Jonathan looked down and realized that the shepherd's pants were bulging more than they were before. "Oh I'm sorry!" he exclaimed as he slid off of Mathew.
Mathew smiled as his eyes roamed down Jonathan's body and he saw that he was bulging as well. "Don't be. I don't think you minded being that close either." he replied playfully patting at Jonathans bulge.
Jonathan pulled away in embarrassment as he tried to cover his hardening bulge.
Mathew look slightly confused at Jonathan as he did this. "There's nothing wrong with getting hard. With musk like yours I'm sure you get plenty of bed play."
Jonathan felt a tightening in his chest and found it difficult to breathe as panic began setting in. How would he even begin to explain things to Mathew? Would he still want him after he found out, and could Jonathan even go through with it? "I...I think I need some...fresh air." Jonathan struggled as he spoke before moving to the sliding glass door that led to a small balcony adjacent to the living room. He struggled for a moment to open it before slipping out. In his haste he only partially closed it behind him
Jonathan unbuttoned the top few buttons of his shirt as he moved to the railing. As he forced himself to steady his breathing he leaned onto the rail to balance his weakening legs. His ears twitched hearing the door slide open. He took a deep breath trying to compose himself as Mathew placed a paw on his lower back.
"The temperatures dropped." Mathew said trying to let Jonathan have a chance to say what was wrong.
"You don't have your coat on. That's why it feels colder." Jonathan replied.
Mathew moved closer sliding his arm around Jonathan. "If you don't want to go to bed with me then you don't have to."
Jonathan dropped his head thinking Mathew would walk out anyway. "The only time that I have gone to bed with anyone went horribly." He went on to explain the situation with the husky and how with all the hate that he has received from those around him that he never tried to be with anyone else. He turned to face the shepherd saying, "I understand if you want to leave. I know that no one would want to be with a broken mutt like me."
Mathew reached his other arm around Jonathan saying, "You're not broken. It's the rest of them that are." He smiled before he lowered his head to plant a kiss on his companion's mouth.
Jonathan closed his eyes as chills ran down his spine. Wrapping his arms around Mathew's neck he pulled himself deeper into the kiss as his body melted into the shepherd's torso.
Mathew instinctually slid his paws down Jonathan's back before grabbing pawfulls of his companion's rump and gently squeezing each cheek. As Jonathan raised his tail Mathew pushed his hips forwards causing their growing bulges to rub together. The kiss lasted for what seemed like an eternity before Mathew broke it off needing to release his bulging member from his pants. "Why don't we go back in?" he suggested.
Jonathan was still in a flush from the intensity of the kiss only managed to nod before letting Mathew lead him back to the couch. He recovered some by the time they sat down. Being more relaxed he sat as close to Mathew as he could letting his eyes wander along the shepherd's muscled body.
As Mathew sipped at his drink he glanced over to see Jonathan's eyes traveling along his body. He sat his glass down with a smile before turning to his companion. "It's alright to touch me if you want."
Jonathan hesitated for a moment before reaching out to run his paws along Mathew's torso. He slid his paw down to the shepherd's waist before tugging his shirt up wanting to have a better look.
Mathew took the hint and began to remove his shirt as Jonathan continued rubbing up as the shirt was lifted off. He leaned back after tossing his shirt aside thoroughly enjoying the attention that his chest and nipples were getting. He reached out his paw brushing along Jonathan's face before he began unbuttoning his companion's shirt. He was surprised to see the head of Jonathan's fat member poking out of his pants as he got to the bottom buttons.
Jonathan smiled seeing the shepherd staring at his crotch. Removing his paws from Mathew's chest he slipped out of his shirt as he said, "Wait till you see the knot."
This perked Mathew's interest as he watched Jonathan stand and turn away from him as he undid his pants sliding them down along with his underwear. After sliding out of his shoes and stepping out of his pants he turned back around to reveal an unsheathed rod that was longer and thicker than you would normally find on a canine. The knot was most impressive though Mathew could tell it wasn't fully erect.
Jonathan paused for a moment to let Mathew admire him before he moved back towards him. He positioned himself to sit on the coffee table in front of Mathew as he eyed the shepherd's crotch. "Are you going to let yours out too or are you just going to drool over me?"
Mathew smiled nervously before undoing his pants. As he rose his hips to slide his lower garments off his average canine rod popped out nearly fully hard and dripping out bits of pre. He took his time leaning over to get out of his shoes and fully removing his pants as he felt slightly insecure about his size now. He finally finished and returned to sitting upright.
They set in silence for a moment each waiting for the other to take the lead. Finally Jonathan slid down to his knees, having seen enough porn he figured he knew enough to at least start with a blowjob. He began by rubbing his paws along Mathew's thighs before leaning in to lick the pre off his pelt. The shepherd's musk seemed stronger at his crotch and the mixing smell of pre sent Jonathan into an intoxicated state. Without much thought he took the shepherds member into his mouth and slid the length of it in stopping at the knot rubbing his paws up Mathew's stomach as he did.
Mathew let out a soft moan as he opened his legs and sank into the couch. He squirmed as Jonathan slowly slid his mouth up and down the shepherd's shaft. He arched his back at the sensation of Jonathan pausing at the head of his member and ran his tongue around it before sliding back down. "Oh man you give great head." he managed to say as his panting quickened.
Jonathan let the shepherd's rod slide out of his mouth before looking up to see Mathew in a state of bliss. "You want to continue this in the bed room?"
Mathew only grunted as he struggled to sit up. He reached out as Jonathan stood looking up he silently ask for help to get to his feet. Jonathan smiled impressed with himself at doing a good job on the shepherd member to put him in that kind of state. As Mathew got to his feet he held Jonathan around the waist as he followed him into the bedroom playfully biting at his neck. When they got to the bed he crawled onto it as Jonathan went to the bed side table and opened the drawer.
Jonathan shifted through the drawer for a moment before turning to the bed. "I don't do this so all I have is lube." he said reluctantly handing the bottle to Mathew.
"Canine lube guaranteed to knot with ease." Mathew said with a grin recognizing the bottle. He looked up to see Jonathan cross his arms and look at him seriously. "Well I think you would know by now if that husky gave you anything, and I just had my checkup so I can guarantee that I don't have anything." He paused to see that Jonathan was debating whether or not to continue. "I understand if you want to wait. Or we could go pick up some covers." He smiled wickedly as he grabbed onto Jonathans rod. "I'm sure you can find some horse size ones to fit you." he said jokingly as he began stroking.
Jonathan looked at Mathew curiously. "You mean you don't want to top?"
Mathew shook his head. "No, besides that tool needs to be used. Though it is nice to look at." He grinned as he slid his paw down over Jonathan's knot giving it a playful squeeze causing dribbles of pre to ooze out onto his arm.
Jonathan tensed and staggered a bit at the sensation of Mathew's gentle touch on his knot before relaxing as he smiled down at the shepherd. "Alright I'll trust you."
Mathew positioned himself on his back as Jonathan got onto the bed. He raised his hips to slide a pillow underneath him before resting down on it and bringing up his legs up while Jonathan knelt between them.
Jonathan leaned over the shepherd giving him a lick on the nose before licking his way down his torso. He continued to make his way down lapping up the pre form the shepherd's groin before licking down his rod. He paused for a moment paying some attention to the dangling sac.
Mathew looked down saying, "I though you were... Oohh that feels good." He let his head fall back as Jonathan held his cheeks apart and licked at his hole.
Jonathan continued to lick at the shepherd's hole for several minutes before getting the lube. He proceeded to apply the lube to Mathew's hole slipping the tips of his fingers in as he did. While the shepherd seemed loose, easily taking two of Jonathan's fingers he wanted to make sure that he wouldn't cause him any pain. He continued working on the hole until he was sure that he could get his larger rod in with out much discomfort. He rose up and began lubing himself up as he smiled at Mathew's clear enjoyment of the warm up.
Jonathan leaned forward as he guided his rod to Mathew's hole pausing as he began to press the head in sensing Mathew tense up. He looked up with questioning eyes.
Mathew looked down a slightly worried look on his face. "You're just a bit bigger than I normally take."
Jonathan smiled gently as he ran his free paw along Mathew's leg. "I'll take it slow. Just let me know it I need to stop."
Mathew nodded before lying his head back down as he relaxed.
Jonathan continued to rub at Mathews leg as he began sliding into his hole causing the shepherd to let out a somewhat pain filled groan. Jonathan stopped as he released his rod to lean over Mathew. He began rubbing the Shepherds chest as he lowered down to kiss him. They kissed for a moment until he felt Mathew's hole relax around his rod. He broke the kiss and began softly nipping at the shepherd's neck as he began slowly inching his way into his hole. After some effort on both their parts he was finally in Mathew's hole up to his knot. He remained there for some time giving Mathew enough of a chance to get accustom to his girth. As he waited he made use of his paws as he kissed and playfully bit at the shepherd's neck.
As Mathew paws began wandering and he started kissing and nipping back Jonathan began sliding his rod out and slowly back in. Mathew began moaning in pleasure as Jonathan began moving faster every few thrusts.
Jonathan began to try out various speeds as Mathew was now completely relaxed with having his member in him. As he tried to find the best speed found it difficult to focus due to the shepherds strengthening musk combined with the growing smell of pre that he was producing. He finally gave up giving in to the arousing aromas letting his instincts take over as he began grunting with each thrust.
Mathew's moans grew louder and began to turn into seductive howls that only edged Jonathan on. His paws eventually found there way to Jonathans rump and began trying to get him to go faster and deeper.
Jonathan only responded to this by whispering in Mathew's ear, "I'm not ready to knot with you yet." He softly bit at the shepherd ear before obliging him partially by increasing his speed.
Mathew eventually slid his paws back up before slipping them between them to find Jonathan's nipples satisfied enough at the faster speed.
Jonathan rose up feeling Mathew's hole tighten. He smiled seeing the euphoric look on the shepherd's face before he reached down and grabbed his rod. He slid his paw down Mathew's shaft stopping to squeeze his knot sending the shepherds cum shooting out each time his rod slid into his hole. As Mathews's orgasm began tapering off Jonathan leaned back over placing his paws on either side of the shepherd and with a final thrust sank his knot into him and began pumping his large load into him grunting with each massive shot. The sensation of being knotted and the amount of Jonathan's hot load filling him sent Mathew into another orgasm causing him to shoot several smaller loads over Jonathan's torso.
Only their heavy panting was heard as they stared into each others eyes. Their musk was now heavy in the air keeping them in a trance as they slowly recovered from the ordeal.
Jonathan was the first to regain his senses. Seeing that his knot wasn't planning on going anywhere and the shepherd was still in a state of bliss he decided to clean Mathew up a bit before laying down. He wiped what he could of the shepherd's cream off of himself licking it off his paw before starting to lap it off of Mathew's chest. He worked his way down the shepherd's torso. Finally he began sucking out all that remained in Mathew's rods causing the shepherds body to quiver from the stimulation of his still sensitive rod.
Satisfied that he had gotten all of Mathew's juices he laid on top of the shepherd and closed his eyes. As he began to fall asleep he felt Mathew's arms wrap around him and a playful bit at his ear. Jonathan snuggled deeper into Mathew as the shepherd whispered in his ear, "Thank you for a wonderful first time."
The two proceeded to fall into a deep slumber each knowing that they had found what they were searching for. They spent much of their time together after that and began relying more on each other for things other than simple companionship. Jonathan eventually took Mathew up on his offer to let the shepherd's uncle setup an exhibit for his work.
The centerpiece of the exhibit was a series of Jonathan's artistically nude self-portraits that Mathew had snuck in. These portraits seemed to capture the canine's deepest beauty, something that Mathew had easily seen at the café.
After some begging on the exhibits opening night Jonathan finally agreed to make an appearance. They arrived sometime after the exhibit began and to Jonathan's surprise several of the pieces already had buyers. As he nervously walked through the exhibit his confidence began to grow as he overheard comment after comment on how great his work was. Even the art critics were amazed that they hadn't heard of him, comparing him to some of the top artist.
As the two mad their way to the center of the exhibit where the self-portraits were on display they pause behind the crowd that stood in awe of the portraits. Jonathan was still unaware that Mathew had snuck these portraits in. He kept his eyes on the floor as he listened to the comments the buyers and critics were making.
"I love these." one buyer said.
"So do I. Who would have thought a mixed breed could be so captivating." another replied.
It was at this point that Jonathan looked up realizing what the portraits were. He began to leave as panic and embarrassment began to build only to have Mathews paw grab his arm pulling him back. Mathew wrapped his arms around Jonathan pulling him in front of him. "Why are you leaving?" Mathew whispered.
Before Jonathan could reply another buyers comment caught his attention. "Who is the model? I would love to feature him in my new clothing line." A fox asked as she turned to Mathew's uncle. Jonathan recognized her as Madame Grey the biggest fashion designer in in France. He turned and tried to bury himself into Mathew so no one would see him.
"These are self portraits of the photographer." Mathew's uncle replied.
"Oh really. You must introduce me to him." the fox replied playfully running a paw along the canine's chest.
"Well I think I saw him here earlier. Though I must admit the poor thing is really shy." Mathew's uncle said with a soft chuckle.
A greyhound moved towards the two tapping Mathew's uncle on the shoulder, and in a very proper voice he asked, "Did I hear you correctly? The artist of these fabulous photographs is a mere...mixed breed." Even with his politically correct term he couldn't hide his distain that a mutt had taken such great photos.
Mathew's uncle smile politely as he replied. "Yes the artist is a mixed breed. Though I don't see how that makes any difference."
Sensing a possible argument Madame Grey stepped between them. "Well I think his work is exquisite, and I will be telling all my friends to get in touch with him." As she finished she gave the greyhound a scornful look. As the greyhound stepped away she turned back to Mathew's uncle. "Now tell me how much does the artist want for this set, they would go nicely in my office."
"I don't recall there being a price set for them." Mathew's uncle replied.
Mathew smiled as he began to push Jonathan towards his uncle and the fox. "Madame Grey." he began as he forced Jonathan to turn around. "This is Jonathan Monroe. He's the one that took these photos."
The fox smiled seeing Jonathan turn away slightly as a child would. "You were right about him being shy." she told Mathew's uncle as she reached out a paw towards Jonathan.
Jonathan hesitated before taking her paw to shake. "You really like my work?" he managed to softly ask.
The fox giggled as she playfully ran her finger down Jonathan's nose after shaking his paw. "Of course I do. In fact I'm willing to offer you five hundred thousand for this set."
Jonathan's mouth dropped open when he heard this. Not knowing what to say he began stammering incoherently as Mathew tried his best to keep him from sliding to the floor.
"Come now don't make me beg for them." She paused for a moment giving Jonathan a chance to respond. "I will match any offer you have for them."
"He'll take the offer." Mathew replied knowing that Jonathan wouldn't be able to answer.
"Good." the fox replied before retrieving a card from her purse writing on the back of it before handing it to Mathew. "Here's my card, I put my direct line on the back. Make sure he calls me." She smiled as she tickled Jonathan under the chin before making her way to view the other photos that were on display.
As Jonathan recovered from his shock Mathew tried to answer the questions from the buyers. Their interest in the work only strengthened by Madame Grey's large offer on the set of self portraits. Jonathan hardly remembered the night as it went only realizing the next morning that all of the photographs that were displayed had been sold.
As he sat on the couch he stared at the nearly two million dollar check in his paws. In his amazement he didn't hear Mathew come in. "Did you see the paper?" Mathew asked as he approached.
Jonathan lowered the check looking towards Mathew still in a daze. He only came to his senses after the shepherd gave him a sweet passionate kiss. "You said something about paper?" he asked unsure of what Mathew had said.
Mathew sat beside Jonathan as he held out the newspaper. "You made the front page."
Jonathan looked to see a picture of him in Mathew's arms as he talked to Madame Grey. The heading of the article read, "A previously unknown artist now has a bright future." The article continued to praise Jonathan as the greatest photographer of today. As Jonathan read the article he noted the author's comments at the end that claimed, "Even in the face of his challengingly diverse heritage Jonathan Monroe took the first steps to opening a brighter future. Not only for himself but for everyone who comes from a mixed family."
As Jonathan finished Mathew directed his attention to the writer of the article. To his surprise it was the greyhound who previously seemed disgusted with any mixed breeds.
With his new found fame and the increasing offers Jonathan was able to quit his job at the modeling agency and open his own studio. He managed to make time in his growing schedule to model for Madame Grey's clothing line, eventually getting his own line of clothing through her company.
As the months turned into years Jonathan was glad to share his growing wealth. He setup several charities including a foster care program that his mother always wanted to open.
As he and Mathew moved into their new apartment in the now renovated and growing neighborhood where Jonathan grew up he thought back to the article the greyhound had wrote. It seemed he was right. Jonathan looked around as he stood on the sidewalk at the new stores and buildings smiling at what he helped to accomplish. He took a moment to watch as mixed breeds worked and played with pure breeds. No taunts or jokes were yelled out, no crying children ran home to their parents after getting beat up.
Mathew smiled as he came out of the apartment building and approached Jonathan. He slid his arms around his companion as he stood behind him taking a deep breath before nestling his head into Jonathan's neck. "Looks like you helped to fix the broken ones." he said softly.
Jonathan silently took Mathew's face in his paw as he leaned back into him turning his head to gaze into the shepherds eyes before sinking a kiss on his lips.