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This was very graciously written by request for me, by kaleemmcintyre

All credit for the story goes to him, although the suggestion and the characters are mine. This is Canon, and will remain canon until someone hands poor bobbie a match.

Bobby, ... Bobby wasn't sure at the moment. He felt a little dizzy and tried to calm himself down by seating himself on the bleachers as his eyes continued to follow the training happening down on the field with the Junior Varsity soccer team. In particular the young Dalmatian's eyes were watching as a certain made moves along the field, scrambling across the grass with the white ball he was dribbling with his feet; the same Greyhound that was Captain of the team and the current crush that had captured Bobby's heart.

His long but thin tail waved around behind him as Bobby let his mind play over what he had just come to realize. It wasn't really that hard to come to a conclusion over, well -- to anyone else who wasn't Bobby, but for the canine in question this new information was almost monumental. He had fallen for Tim, the star leader of the school's soccer team. The same Tim that was somewhere around six foot one or two something tall, one hundred and ninety pounds of muscles which was currently secured by a bright blue and white jersey with black shorts wrapped around his meaty thighs. The very same Tim that currently knew nothing about Bobby save that the dog was a little odd and always happened to be in the right place to bump into him at very odd times. Bobby blushed at that as he remembered all of the times that he had made the effort to be where he knew Tim was going to be at, even though the canine had been unconscious of it at the time. Now it all seemed to make sense. The way he would feel so weird around the other boy. How tight his stomach would become whenever Tim would look in his direction. All the way until Bobby thought about how his tail would literally turn into jelly at his backside when the Greyhound would rub up against him whenever they crossed paths going to the bathroom.

Bobby had been falling for Tim for a long time now, yet it was only now as he stared out at the sweaty dog who was running play after play for the soccer coach, that the canine realized that he might have been... no, that he was crushing over the other. A tight knit knot bloomed inside of the canine's stomach as he curled up into himself. It felt as though the world were trying to compress in on him at the same time everything inside of him was seeking to explode. Butterflies and leap frogs danced wildly inside of Bobby's stomach, yet the dog couldn't remove the wiry smile that planted itself directly onto his face. It took a few moments of sighing to calm himself down, Bobby was so ecstatic over the news that he totally missed it when the coach called the players in for the day. So it was to Bobby's slight confusion as to where everyone had gone when the canine did look up only to have his gaze centering on the empty field below and the waning light of the sun shining over the green grass. Gasping and grabbing his book bag Bobby rushed down the bleachers, thankfully not injuring himself in the process and then made his way quickly into the school. Mind totally focused on his current thoughts about his crush, Bobby would wish he had never seen Tim almost a week later.

***

The canine whimpered as he tried to fight against the handcuffs that bound his wrists back behind the large soccer goal post. His naked body was wet with a light blanket of dew from head to toe, and to make matters even worse his knees wobbled unsteadily underneath him, threatening to give out at any second. The young spotted dog never thought that anyone could as miserable as he felt now, yet he knew that anyone could as he sobbed and tried to fight away the tears that threatened the edge of his vision. Left out all night by the very person he had fallen for Bobby now knew why people called it a 'crush' when you lusted after somebody. The sun was just rising over the hill top and the little dog mewled pathetically as he watched streams of bright yellow push back the night. The sky glowed with an azure sheen as morning began to come about, and with it the knowledge that soon people, both students and teachers, would be coming soon which meant that soon he would be discovered. This both scared Bobby and elated him at the same time as he realized that someone would find him. As he was now, without a strip of clothing on his compact frame since his clothes were scattered on the ground around him, Bobby would be found in this position and then made to answer a lot of questions he wasn't really sure he could muster up the courage to tackle, at the moment.

Of course luck happens to smile on fools sometimes -- as the first person that happened to come upon Bobby was a teacher known to be friendly. Mr. Schimmel-Ross didn't act very surprised to see the young Bobby tied up to the soccer goalpost, but simply proceeded to help free the young dog and then herded the canine into the gymnasium, after grabbing the disarranged clothes littering the ground. Hand on the spotted canine's soaked backside, the older Percheron let Bobby lean in close to him to where the student could run his nose against the fabric of his shirt, nose running slightly and eyes wetter than the dewdrops covering the grass. Nothing was said between the two as they walked into the gym's back entrance and then headed directly to the school's wash area. It was only after Mr. Schimmel-Ross had Bobby's wet clothes spinning in the drier did the older draft horse ask the dog what had happened. A dull whimper left Bobby's throat as new tears blossomed up onto his face right as the canine yelped out loud and started to cry.

***

It had started small, as most things do in the manner that they did with physical fascination. Bobby had been subtle with outward showing of attraction to Tim, trying to quietly move into the Greyhound's inner circle of friends. This wouldn't have been so hard had the two had something to connect on, but being that Bobby was a year younger and they had totally different classes it meant that the canine's manipulations were, at best, seen as merely cute and at worse, he was just an annoying underclassman. That didn't stop the canine from doing his best at getting to know the older boy even better than what he felt he already knew about him. From being at all of the Greyhound's games to hanging out around the other whenever practices were finished and offering Tim a cold drink, Bobby found himself able to weasel himself into the other's presence. He had tried to get himself on with becoming the soccer coach's aide, but that position had already been filled by a younger rat boy. Bobby hadn't been perturbed by this, instead the young canine had just made sure to note whenever Tim was going about his daily schedule and tried his best to 'bump' into him. What Bobby had been doing could have been tantamount to stalking, but the canine was a little bit smarter than that, and made sure to keep himself in check. He never approached Tim without first getting the other's attention, Bobby never tried to touch to other, not even when the two of them were standing next to each other in the urinals and his tail was all but flaying across the air. Bobby kept himself from sitting next to Tim at the lunch table when he and his friends were together, well aware that the older jocks would not take kindly to his interruptions of their only free period during school. And he never did anything to cause Tim any kind of embarrassment or humiliation in public. He never dropped his books in front of the other when they were on their way to classes, he never stepped on Tim' toe while the two of them were studying together during study hall and he never got anything on Tim's jersey or shorts when he handed the Greyhound a sports drink. ~~~~~~~~~ All in all, Bobbie thought that he had been doing well, especially when the other boy asked him to meet him on the soccer field later that night. Bobby's heart nearly burst from out of his chest after he replayed exactly what the Greyhound had told him the hour after soccer practice had ended. Blue eyes shone with great joy as Bobby nearly walked across the hallway as though he were floating on air. The canine had been so flustered and enamored that he hadn't paid attention to the rough growl that came from the other after Tim had turned away from him. The Greyhound's back had been almost crackling with tense energy as he stepped casually away from the other. Because he had missed this, Bobby hadn't been prepared for what happened when next the two met.

It seemed like a simple thing at the time. Tim and he had met out on the soccer field around nine that evening, Bobby hadn't bothered to go home since he didn't want to put anything chance by missing out on what he assumed was going to be a confession of requite. Things quickly became heated when Tim had asked Bobby to strip for him, telling the canine that he knew about his attraction to him and wanted to see how far the other would go to prove it. Bobby nearly tore himself out of his clothes as he did what Tim asked of him. His slim and toned canine form quickly went on display for his crush and Bobby barely felt insecure as he revealed all that he was for the Greyhound's approval.

Tim had approved. And how as he walked around Bobby and sniffed and touched along the wiry form that made up the younger dog. Everywhere Tim touched Bobby felt a thrill run through him. From the side of his neck where the older canine ran the tips of his fingers down to the crux of his tail where the Greyhound tugged along his long appendage, nearly making Bobby yowl. Whether in pleasure or pain became a moot point as the Varsity Captain moved his inspection of the other along to where Tim was all but massaging he other boy. Firm and somewhat calloused hands squeezed and gripped along Bobby's form making the younger dog roll his feet together as his canine sheath began to tremble as his arousal became prominent. A quick sniff at his backside had Bobby nearly yowling again as he turned his head to look at Tim and stare in wonder as the canine dipped his head down to run his wet canine nose over his rump. A blush rose up on Bobby's face as he tried not to think about 'that' right then. It was too sudden for him and yet the canine wasn't sure he would be able to say no to his crush if that's what the Greyhound wanted. However, maybe thankfully, and then again maybe not, Tim didn't ask the earthshaking question. The soccer captain merely stood up, licked his lips and then stepped forward against Bobby to where he had the other backing up with unsure steps. The canine growled at the canine and Bobby's instincts felt as though they were about to go haywire as he looked up fearfully at the imposing Greyhound. When his back hit the post of the soccer goal Bobby hissed and then yelped when a strong hand reached out and lowered itself onto his half hard erection. Average for someone his age, Bobby was working with something that became almost a handful for the canine as Tim stroked the younger boy off with steady pumps of his hand. The obviously dominant canine leaned his head down and looked deep into Bobby's eyes and then whispered something into his ears. The dog blinked as he recalled the information he had just been given -- before staring up into his infatuation's face and then giving the older boy an unsure nod. Turning around Bobby presented Tim with his tail, the long and fluffy appendage waved at the Greyhound almost teasingly so, despite Bobby not consciously making it do so, and then wrapped his two arms over around the width of the goal. Tim said nothing to this, the other being too busy wiping his hand off on his shorts to bother, as he walked around the post and then clasped Bobby's hands together. Once they were together, however, everything went all to hell. Clamps quickly locked the canine into place against the pole, and Bobby, in his lust and confusion, tugged onto them in an effort to get free, not even aware that anything was wrong with the situation. That was, until Tim popped back in front of him and then told the canine just what he really thought about him. The words that came out of the Greyhound's mouth were so vile, so repulsive and unforgiving that Bobby was left too shocked to cry as he listened and then watched as the other simply left him right where he was on the middle of the field. To be told that you weren't liked was one thing, but to be called out in the rough manner that Tim had about being a 'queer' and that he didn't like him was almost soul crushing for Bobby. The canine yelped and tried to call the other back but Tim just kept walking: walking away from the only person that probably felt towards him compassion even more so than they felt for themselves as the canine took his time making his way back to where the exit of the field was. This in turn left Bobby calling out desperately for the other boy to come back. Come back and release him... or maybe to come back and tell him that what he said wasn't true.

It never happened...

***

Bobby was still hiccupping by the time his clothes dried. Mr. Schimmel-Ross didn't say anything to this. The older Percheron simply got the student's clothes out of the drier and then handed them to Bobby before stepping out to let the canine get dressed in peace. A few minutes later a red-eyed Bobby appeared in the doorway of the washroom and looked up at the draft horse with a lost expression on his face. The older man didn't have much to say, even afterwards as he simply took the youth by the shoulder and then guided Bobby out of the gymnasium and to his car. Since it was so early there wasn't anybody around to question why this older man was with this younger boy, because there would have been too many questions, not to mention too many speculations, that Mr. Schimmel-Ross would have been hell-bent to try and answer. Luck seemed to still be with Bobby -- to a certain degree anyway, as the older man simply asked the youth where he lived and then casually drove the canine home, once the two had entered into his car. The teacher was able to get Bobby home just before his mother woke up and Bobby quickly ran into the house, up to his room and then jumped onto his bed to cry his heart out into his pillow. There was nothing more to be said about what happened to him after all...