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To Tame a Bully

By Komatose © 2009

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"You little bitch!"

As soon as these words came out of the mouth of one certain student known for his aggressive reputation, something bad was about to happen. The student in question, a Doberman, easy to tell apart from other races by his cropped ears and stubby tail, towered before another student who was about to be harassed.

The smaller student yelped, took a few steps back, he was helpless, the hallway was empty, regarding that the school day was over and the area in question was far from the exit. The squirrel whimpered, he could try to run, but he knew the dog was much faster than he was, not to mention a hell of a lot stronger.

The small rodent begged the larger canine. "Please don't hurt me! It was not my fault! I gave you my notes!"

The Dobie lunged forward and grabbed the squirrel by his shirt collar, lifting him high into the air, his little legs and fluffy tail dangling to the ground as he whimpered, fearing the worst.

The Doberman laughed. "Heh...you are lucky, you know what, Freddie, I think I am going to let you go, next time, write better notes for me, smart ass."

With that, the dog dropped the squirrel, letting him fall to the floor with a dull thud, groaning in pain as his body hit the tiled floor, the book he had been holding landing to his side. The Doberman laughed, and gave the textbook a kick, sending it skidding down the empty hall where it crashed into a waste basket.

He walked over to an open locker, noticing a fluffy tail poking out from behind the metal door. He looked down with a stern glare, but it melted to a sly smile when he realized the witness. A glasses-wearing German Shepherd turned and looked at the larger canine, a slight gasp coming from his mouth since he did not expect the Doberman looming over him.

The Dobie smiled and shook his head. "Freshmen, gotta love them little bitches, eh, Saxby?"

The Sheppie let out a fake smile and nodded. "Yeah...kinda annoying."

The Doberman laughed a bit and retreated from the locker, putting his large paws into his jean pockets and padding down the long hall to the school's exit. The Sheppie closed his locker as he swung his back pack over his shoulder and walked over to the squirrel, who was back on his foot paws now.

"Hey, you ok?" He asked the squirrel.

The rodent brushed his pants off and his brow furrowed. "Yeah...I am just glad he is a senior! He will be gone soon enough, that stupid asshole!"

The German Shepherd looked down the hall, the Doberman now out of sight as he sighed to himself. "Don't worry; guys like him always end up getting their fair share in the end..."

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Nick Saxby was the kind of student that no one had a grudge against. He was very bright, very kind, and always cheerful. He never was the sporty type, but he did have a slim frame and stood about five foot eight. He made it a habit of eating right and getting exercise, but not desiring to build mounds of muscle.

Basically, he was an example of a good student; the only thing wrong was that he was very quiet. He liked to keep to himself, never participating in any extracurricular activities, except for band class; he was a very talented violinist.

Nick's appearance gave off a somewhat geekish vibe. He had thin, black framed glasses, his favorite shirts were striped T-shirts, always with a pocket. His pants were always brown shorts in summer, brown long pants in winter, and always brown shoes with white socks.

He had the standard German Shepherd coat, his muzzle and back from the top of his head to the tip of his tail were jet black, whereas the rest of him was light brown, almost like caramel. The only thing that set him apart was that he had quite large ears, a size too big for him he would always say, and his nose was a dark shade of pink.

On the other hand, there was the Doberman. His name was Daniel Lincoln, and if you ever called him "Abe", you would get socked in the gut. He was one of the most intimidating dogs you would meet in a high school; he clearly had gone through a growth spurt early in life. He was six and a half feet tall and made out of solid muscle. His body had great definition for someone his age; he clearly had been working out for years.

If there were three words to describe Dan, it would be big, dumb, and aggressive. He was at the bottom of the barrel when it came to smarts, he had failed freshman year, and by some miracle, or desire to get him out of the school, he had made it to senior year at twenty years old. There was one thing he was good at, and that was football. He could plow through other players like they were cardboard cutouts and throw a ball with sheer grace as it flew through the air as if tethered to an invisible rip cord. His only downfall was his attitude, he constantly started fights, be it with opposing or his own teammates, he even punched out a ref once. Coach Riley constantly had to battle with his violent attitude.

His clothing style was pretty intimidating as well. He almost always had his jersey on. The black and gold jersey had the number 02 on the front, back, and arms. Also on the back in big bold letters was his last name, Lincoln. Any references to the Sixteenth President in any matter or form would result in a well placed knuckle sandwich.. Other shirts he wore were tight-fitting t-shirts, always showing off his muscles very well. The rest of his attire was tight blue jeans with belt and huge, heavy boots, something he liked to kick or stomp people with.

The Doberman had the familiar coat, onyx black with the dark brown spots above his eyes, his lower arms, legs, paws, his chest, and, something no one ever had seen but him, his butt. He had the Doberman cropped ears standing tall on his head, and the stubby little tail that wagged when he was about to beat someone up.

Lakepoint High was one of twenty-two major high schools in the city of Landcleve with a population of about twelve hundred students. Other than that, it was your typical high school, with its bullies, its class clowns, its nerds, and its emo kids. Nick and Daniel were just two faces in the crowd of many, they weren't friends, they weren't anything special, just two students with very different personalities.

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It was another Monday; it always felt like the longest school day since it came after a refreshing two days off.

Nick was seated at his desk in the period designated for his study hall. He always made sure he had room for one in his class list, even though he was bright, he hated taking work home, he preferred to get it done at school.

However, there was one student he had to share this hour with, and that was none other than Dan Lincoln, the towering Doberman barely fit in his desk, or any desk for that matter. The benefit of being as big as him was that no one dared challenge him, or deny when he asked for something, he was very ominous. It was best to get on his side or have a great enemy on your paws.

Coincidently, Dan was seated to the right of Nick, and to the Sheppie's dismay, he would often be asked for help with his homework. Nick saw the Dobie for who he was, how mean he was to others, but he decided to choose the path of the kind fur that he was and he offered him his help. It was best to get on Dan's good side, anyway, no threats then.

Dan would often aggravate the teachers, and be sent to the principle's office on a weekly basis. His disappearance was most of the times a blessing. No one could understand why he was not kicked out of the school yet, but there were rumors about how his parents were very rich and paid the school to keep him there, even if it was an average high school, but these were just rumors.

Lunch time came around, and sure enough, it was another hour that Nick had to share with the infamous Doberman. He would see many bad things occur in the cafeteria, mainly revolving around Dan. For example, this Monday had something that was very commonplace to see. Dan was at the condiment counter, as was a female cheetah, most likely a sophomore, standing next to him. Dan grabbed the bottle of ketchup and a sly grin came to his face. He looked away from her and nonchalantly sprayed the red condiment in her direction; it completely coated her tray as he jumped back and shouted.

Her burger, chocolate cake, applesauce, and milk carton were stained red. He merely looked at him with an open maw, completely flabbergasted. He just smiled and said. "Oops, it slipped," and casually walked away.

Nick was seated in a table not far from the ketchup attack and witnessed the whole thing. What a jerk, he probably did not even know the girl and still did that. Was doing these things to people a method of gratification for himself? He watched the behemoth go and sit at a table of other football players, they seemed happy to see him.

The truth was the opposite. After lunch, Nick happened to pass near some of the other football players, and what he heard did not really surprise him.

A bull, number thirty-eight started the conversation. "God damn, Lincoln is a fucking moron; I can't believe he is still on the team."

To his side was a tiger, number twenty. "Yeah, man. The dude's so stupid, he thinks we like him or some shit. I am so pissed that coach won't ditch him..."

Nick just casually walked by them, it seems that Dan really did have no friends, these guys were probably just trying to get on his good side, it was shocking that they would have to do that, since some of the guys on the team were the same size if not bigger than the canine. Nick started to feel something other than disrespect for the Doberman, he felt pity. Even though he was a jerk, all the people he figured who were his friends really were not.

Not long after came the third class he had to share with the notorious Doberman. By far, however, it was his favorite time to share, mainly in point, the locker room. Nick was fortunate enough to have is locker across the room from Dan's the perfect vantage point. No one knew the truth about Nick; he always covered up his lack of a girlfriend with the shy excuse. It worked, so far.

He was satisfied with the collection in his gym class, a good handful of decent looking guys, but the biggest hunk was actually the biggest jerk, Dan. The Sheppie was terrified of being caught when he watched the Doberman disrobe, but it was such a great sight. Every time he would peek, he could feel his ears turn red and his crotch stir with delight. Oh, the Dobie was the perfect eye candy, too bad about he did not have the personality to match.

He watched as Dan removed his shirt, he could count the abs, all six of them, and on top was a tight chest with perfectly round pink nipples. His arms were something worth looking at too, every time the Doberman lifted his arm, they would flex, oh how nice it would to be touch those guns.

The next part was always the best. The jeans came off and were quickly kicked to the side. Underneath he always had on a pair of black boxers; the only downfall was that the loose undergarment always concealed any hints quite well. It was not like it was easy to tell how big he was anyway; the sheath always hides that until the right time comes. Dan had thick legs and huge calves, a telltale sign that he was good at sports, but never had the right attitude. Lastly, the thing Nick had always enjoyed seeing, that stubby tail of his.

It was so hard not to stare, but he was good at taking sneak peeks as to not draw any attention. Gym class went on, and Dan got in trouble once again. He always was the first to roughhouse, misuse equipment, or badmouth someone. The gym teacher, Mr. Landers, always had a tough time with the Dobie terror, he was out of things or ideas on how to punish him and he was near the point of just giving up.

Whenever a game was played, it never was fun when Dan was involved, it was always ruined or someone got hurt on his account. However, Nick and some of the other seniors were never targets; Dan loved to pick on the underclassmen.

The end of gym class was ever better than the beginning, particularly in the locker room. Not many of the students showered after class, but it was always temping to peek, no matter who they were. Dan never did shower after class, something Nick so secretly wanted to see, even though the guy was a complete jerk, he was still hot.

The day finally came to its end. Nick was in his car when he saw Dan exit the building and get into his truck. The Doberman drove a Dodge Ram, Nick was not sure of the year, but it was huge and looked newer, and from the sounds it made, it had a diesel engine. Not many people got in Dan's way when he was exiting the lot; his truck surely could run any smaller car over. This was one more hint that Dan's family had a lot of money; it seemed unlikely that he could afford it himself.

Nick's drive home was about twenty minuets and into the parking garage of an apartment complex. The complex was located in a pretty good part of the city, one of the best perks was that just across the street was a great pizza restaurant and on the corner was a grocery store, everything was well placed. Nick liked to walk to places, not only to save on gas, but two of his favorite stores were only a few blocks away, a Barnes and Noble and a Best Buy. On days off, he would often travel to the two places just to spend hours gawking at books and movies and music and other neat gadgets.

No one really knew where he lived in the city, he never told anyone about his true living arrangements. The nineteen year old Sheppie had a past he rarely liked to look back to.

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The school year was slowly dragging on. Every single day, Nick would witness the Dobie terror ruining someone's day and relishing each moment of it. The hulking dog was happy making other miserable, it was such a sad, horrible thing to witness. Nick knew that one day, the Doberman would surely get revenge served to him in a silver platter coated with blood.

One day, the Sheppie could not hide his desire to ask Dan why, why did he act the way he did? It was during study hall, he was helping the Doberman with some math homework, simple to him, but a challenge for the bully.

He set the pencil down his notebook. "Uh, hey Dan, mind if I ask you something?"

The Dobie just looked at him, a completely blank stare. "Yeah?"

Nick took a gulp and looked the monster in the eyes. "Why do you make fun of people? Aren't you know...afraid they will want revenge?"

The Sheppie could have sworn he heard a low growl, but the Doberman's face did not change. He sat back in his desk and crossed his arms, and spoke in a deep, serious voice.

"Fuck no, man, I am not scared of the little pussies that I beat on. The little bitches deserve it, I hear them running their maws, and I show them that I don't like what I hear."

Nick sighed, that was a horrible answer, as expected. "Still, they could gang up on you, a lot of people don't like you..."

The Doberman snapped his pencil in half with a simple flick of his wrist. "Listen, Saxby, I don't fuckin' care, alright? No one in this fuckin' school is even gonna try to take me on, cuz they know I can beat their bitch asses."

Dan flexed his bulging biceps, Nick's reply was him biting his own lip, the Doberman has such huge arms...but that was not the point right now.

Nick took a breath. "Well...at least you are not afraid...but still, why are you so mean?"

The Doberman gritted his teeth and leaned it, his hot breath exhaling down the Sheppie's neck. "Cuz I can, there ain't nothing they can do to stop me. I like to see the little fuckers beg for mercy. Fuck this school, fuck the little bitch underclassmen, and if you want to keep going on like a little bitch, fuck you too."

That was it, time to end the conversation. "D...don't worry Dan...I just...like to get the facts, you know?" That was a stupid ending, but anything to stop.

The Doberman smirked. "Yeah, whatever, man. Now, hows about you help me with this stupid math shit?" Nick sighed and nodded, that could have been worse.

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The year went on one day at a time. Nick would witness the same bullying from the Doberman on different degrees. From simple name calling and throwing of crumpled up pieces of paper, to physical assault and complete destruction of property. Dan was just a menace, many people agreed that the world would be a better place without him.

No one really knew much about Dan's family. Dan never invited anyone over to his house, if he did hang out with his so called 'friends', it would always be at one of their houses are a public place in which he could cause trouble.

Dan was actually keeping it so that no one knew then, because he in fact did not know much himself.

Every day the Doberman would come home to an empty house. It was a huge house in the nice subdivision not to far from the school. Each room was filled with furniture that was barely used, and Dan had everything a spoiled pup could want. His room was filled with all the latest video game systems, computer, television, stereo, all the big expensive brands...and he rarely used them.

His parents were almost never home. His father was always traveling internationally, staying in different countries on business trips for weeks. When the Doberman, who is much smaller than his son, would come home, he would simply say hello and not speak about his trip to a far off land. No souvenirs, no postcards, not even the daily phone call to see how things were going for his son, nothing. Dan had gone through his entire life like this...it was as if he father did not know he was his son.

His mother was a similar story, she was occupied with her work. As the lead surgeon at St. Thomas Medical Center, she was usually found in a operating room with a scalpel in her paw. She was a very intelligent woman, family and friends would have thought some of her knowledge would rub off onto her son, but that failed as Dan was dumb as a box of rocks. She did most of the care for her son, since she would actually be home more often than her husband. However, it was not enough.

It was a wonder why they were still married, since they barely had the time to see each other, or their only son for that matter.

The only family member Dan was really close to was his grandfather. His granddad would take him camping, fishing, and on other fun trips when he was younger. Dan remembered how he would always watch his grandpa play the guitar, and so he learned how to play it from him. Dan's hidden talent he never told anyone was that he could play the guitar, and he was quite the player.

The fun ended when Dan turned twelve, his grandfather died the day after his birthday from a heart attack. The only fur that Dan could trust, the only fur that told him that he loved him and was proud of him, was gone. Dan lost the will to care, to care about others, no one loved him, why should he love back?

And so he became the jerk he is to this day. He has never told anyone about this, he always keeps things bottled up inside, releasing pressure by making others miserable. His parents had lost hope in him, they were trying to get him to finish school so that they could send him off into the army, or some other profession that would not need a higher education, since sending him to college was not worth it. They figured he would end up in jail sooner or later.

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It was a rainy day in mid-March. Nick was on his way back home from the book store he had visited after school, he stayed there for a good couple of hours as he watched the rain pour down outside. With a yellow umbrella in paw, he braved the grey skies and wet sidewalk as he walked back to his apartment.

The sidewalks, which normally at this time would have plenty of furs crowding it, was completely empty as he took the four block stroll back home. He was on the opposite side of the street, he would have to cross at the crosswalk near the pizza place across from his complex.

He could smell the pizza as he got closer, the restaurant was a popular place to be since it was such good food they made. As he neared the restaurant he noticed something...different.

The alleyway that separated the restaurant and adjacent building, there was some spilled trash and a knocked over trash can. He shook his head as he got closer, what kind of person would just let their trash spill all over. He got even closer, but then another scent hit his sensitive nose...blood.

He gulped hard as he came to the alley entrance, it was not common for a big city of Landcleve to have its share of crime...he was hoping he would not stumble upon a murder scene like on television.

He slowly peered into the darkened alleyway, the rain fell hard as he did, all he could hear was the sound of millions of droplets splashing all around him. He looked back and forth, there was nothing strange visible, but there were two other knocked over trash cans by the side wall of the restaurant.

He could still smell the blood...he was afraid to go into the alley, however, what if there was a knife-wielding murderer down there for all he knew.

That's when he noticed something, from behind a large, rusty green dumpster, most likely owned by the pizza place. A pair of boots...and from the view he had, they were still attached to feet. He could feel his heart sink, immediately he remembered his cell phone in his pocket in case he needed it to call the police.

He did not want to go any further, he was terrified of death, he did not want to come across a dead person in a rainy alleyway. He watched the boots for a good minute, they did not move.

He sighed and gathered up what little courage he had and strolled slowly into the alley. He carefully stepped over spilled trash and murky puddles as he came closer to the possible corpse. As he neared the boots, he could tell that the owner was wearing jeans, now a shade of dark navy from being drenched by the rain.

He was in front of the dumpster, now was the time to turn back if he wanted to. He tapped his pocket for his cell phone, took a deep breath, and nervously stepped forward.

He stood in front of the body. He could feel his grip loosening from his umbrella as he almost dropped it, the rest of him was frozen still. Along with the boots and jeans was a white and gold jersey covered with runny red splotches of blood. The collar was torn, but the number was clearly visible, number zero-two. The owner of the clothes was a Doberman, a very tall one at that, he looked very muscular. It looked like his nose or his lip was bleeding, as his muzzle was stained red on top of the chocolate brown fur. His eyes were closed, his mouth agape, his cropped ears hanging limp, as were his arms, to each side of his body. The body was non other than Daniel Lincoln.

Nick could only shake his head, never in his entire life would he expect this to happen, to find this one particular fur in this situation. The question that came to his head, was he alive? On top of that, who did this?

He slowly kneeled closer to the Doberman, shaking as he did so. What was he going to do? Maybe he could check for a pulse...that is a good idea. With his umbrella over him, he slowly reached out, his index and middle paw-finger outstretched to be placed on the side of Dan's thick neck.

His paw-fingers pressed into the wet fur, he was still warm. He tried feeling around for a pulse, but as he did, the body stirred. Dan uttered a deep, painful groan as his head lifted slightly, his right arm shifting position.

Nick gasped and jumped back a bit, clearly the Dobie was not dead. Dan stopped moving and his head slumped down again. Nick's brow furrowed, what was he to do now?

Images came into his head, memories of all the horrible things Dan has done to people over the years, all the people whom he has tormented. Maybe this was his just revenge, he had this coming. Someone clearly had enough of his bullshit and beat some sense into him.

Nick shook his head and sighed. He should just walk away, the bully had it coming to him, he brought this upon himself. He turned to walk back to his apartment...but something inside him told him to stop. Should he help him? But why, he has done nothing but bad to people, this is what the brute deserved. Something else came to him...images of the locker room. He sighed to himself, why was he thinking about that now?

He stood there, contemplating his next action. He wanted to do what was right, he should help the defeated Doberman. Maybe an act of kindness would be just the thing to make the bully change his ways.

He kneeled down again to Dan and lightly cupped the Dobie's cheek, patting it gently.

"Hey...Dan...are you conscious? Can you hear me? Say something."

Dan stirred again and mumbled and groaned, his right eye opened slightly, as his left was bruised and swelling around the brow.

"Mmm...Ugh...Sa...Saxby? What...happened?"

Nick shook his head. "I don't know, but you are hurt...can you walk?"

Dan shifted bit and coughed, specks of blood came from his mouth as he did. "I dunno...I dunno...I..."

Nick looked out of the alleyway, not a person in sight. Should he call an ambulance? That would take quite some time for them to get here. He looked at his apartment complex, maybe he could take him into his apartment house. It would at least get him out of the rain and the filthy alley.

He realized his next hindrance, how was he going to get Dan into his home? The hulking Doberman was way to big for him to carry, let alone drag. He would have to see if Dan could partially walk with some aid.

With the umbrella in this right paw, he shifted to the side of Dan with his back to the wall and bent down. He slid his arm in-between the Dobie and the wall and got a good grip under Dan's armpit.

"Ok, Dan, try to stand up, I am going to help you."

Dan mumbled and groaned. "Ugh...Ok..."

Nick took a deep breath and lifted as well as he could. Dan was really heavy! He felt like he was trying by himself when felt some of the weight be lifted, Dan was slowly rising. The Doberman groaned out as he gradually rose, fully leaning on the shorter Sheppie for support.

Nick strained under Dan's weight, but the Doberman was standing now, barely. The next task would be getting him across the street and into the complex.

"Ok, Dan, try to walk now, I'm going to take you inside and out of the rain."

Dan gritted his teeth and groaned. "Ok..."

Slowly, but surely, the two exited the alley, Nick held the umbrella over both of them as the soaking wet Doberman hobbled next to him. Dan was walking well enough, his legs clearly were not injured, but he was putting a lot of his weight on Nick, who was straining and doing his best not to be collapsed on.

The two made it across the crosswalk, into the complex, and into the elevator. Dan had his eyes closed the whole time as they elevator went up to the seventh floor. With a ding and opening of the metal doors, they slowly made it to Nick's apartment. Nick threw the umbrella onto the ground and reached in his pocket for his keys, thankfully finding them and opening the door to his modest dwelling.

He helped Dan in and he flipped on the light switch, the living room and kitchen came into view. The next question in Nick's head was were to lay the soaking wet behemoth. The sofa? No, it would get too dirty. The bed? Same issue. He looked the floor rug in the middle of his living room, that would work, it was a nice soft rug anyway.

He pulled Dan to the circular brown rug. "Ok, Dan, I am going to lay you back down, ok? Here we go."

Slowly he lowered himself as Dan followed, the Doberman groaned as his rear hit the rug. Nick slowly lowered Dan's upper body so that he was now laying flat on the rug.

Nick quickly ran to the door, grabbed his umbrella in the hallway, and closed it, taking off his shoes and coat the leaving them on a small rug by the door. He ran to Dan and kneeled by him.

"Dan...I'm going to get some towels, you try to rest, alright?"

Nick froze when he saw Dan's eyes. Sure, his right one was the only one open, and half open at that, but he saw a look he had never seen from the Doberman before...it looked like gratitude, like he was thanking him but could not say it.

Nick turned and bounded into the bathroom. He grabbed a couple of towels, wetted a washcloth with warm water, and grabbed some bandages.

As he was about to exit the bathroom, a though came into his mind. 'What the Hell am I doing? Why should I be taking care of him like this? I should have just called an ambulance and let them take care of him.'

He held his head low and his big, floppy ears drooped. Maybe if Dan had some really bad wounds, he would call the ambulance then, first he should see how he can help him...yeah...that sounded alright.

He made a quick stop into his bedroom to grab a pillow and an extra blanket he had in his closet. With an armful of linens, he made it back to the Dobie. Dan had his eyes closed, he was breathing heavily, he might have blacked out again.

Nick dropped the armful of items down and kneeled before Dan. He started with the warm washrag and gently patted the drying blood from Dan's nose, lips, brow, and any other scrapes or cuts on his face. The yellow washrag was now stained with the Doberman's blood as Nick tossed it onto the linoleum floor of the kitchen, so it would not stain the carpet.

Next came a towel. He gently wiped down Dan's face and dried his head fur and around his neck. He could see bruising on Dan's face, he sure did take a beating. He was also relieved to see no major cuts on him, he would not need the bandages. Nick reached behind him and grabbed the pillow and gingerly lifted Dan's head and placed it underneath, so that he was not lying on the bare floor.

He sat there and looked at Dan, looked over his body, his jersey was stained, not to mention soaking wet, as well as his jeans. Not long after the inspection, he noticed the hulking Doberman start to tremble, shaking slightly. It clicked in Nick's head, he must be freezing cold, it was not the warmest weather outside, and being soaked really did not help.

Another thought came into his mind...to get Dan dry and warm...he would have to take his clothes off. He gulped deeply, this was not going to be easy, for two reasons. One was that, well, what if Dan would start to struggle and fight him? The other was...more of a fantasy...stripping the muscular dog naked in his home...it was almost like an erotic dream, but he had to push that aside.

He sighed heavily, he should see how conscious Dan it. He brought his paw to the Dobie's cheek and patted it.

"Hey...Dan...are you awake? Dan? Say something."

There was no answer, Dan was fast asleep, or knocked out again for that matter. Now was the best time to act.

Nick slowly slid his nimble paw fingers into the bottom of the stained jersey, and with an uneasy paw, he worked it upwards. He had to tug quite hard to get it off, since Dan's heavy body was laying on top of it. Now for the hard part, the arms. He had an idea, he slid the collar over Dan's head, his cropped ears being smooshed and then popping back into place. He then stood and pulled the jersey off, Dan's heavy arms rose into the air and then slumped back into the rug with a dull thud.

Dan still did not awaken, that was good. Next was the white undershirt, just as soaked at the jersey. In the same manner, Nick removed the damp article of clothing and before him was Dan, nude from the waist up.

Nick could only bite his bottom lip as he looked over the Doberman's sculpted chest and six-pack abdominals. He just want to reach out and caress and stroke them...but now was not the time for fantasy!

Now was the time for something even harder to do, the pants. He shuffled to Dan's lower half and started with the dirty boots, undoing the laces and pulling them off, along with the wet socks. He could smell the Dobie's dirty foot paws, and boy, where they big! He looked into the boot, Dan wears size sixteen shoes. He shivered a bit when he looked back at the big foot paws.

Now was something that he was about to enjoy, even though he knows he should not be. He came to Dan's side and undid the button on his jeans and pulled the zipper down. He bit his lip again and took a deep breath as he slowly pulled the wet jeans down from the Doberman's waist. The jeans were soaked, and wet jeans are not the easiest thing to get off. He was glad that Dan had a bobbed tail, much easier to slip out of.

He pulled and tugged, the jeans slowly came off with a good fight. Nick almost fell on his rear when he tugged the wet denim off of Dan's ankles, but he had succeeded in disrobing the Doberman.

There he was, Dan, practically naked, lying on the floor in front of Nick. Nick just looked up and down his body, something he just oogle for hours. The thought came into his head of removing the boxers...they were kind of wet...and outlining Dan's package nicely...Nick could feel his sheath stir as he focused on the sleeping dog's privates.

He shook his head and grabbed another towel, kneeled next to Dan again, and slowly patted the Doberman's front dry. We patted over the arms, chest, abdomen, down the legs, and the foot paws. Dan was breathing heavily still, but he did not stir or move.

A very sinful image came into Nick's, he just wanted to slap himself. He wanted to take a peek under Dan's boxers. His caramel colored cheeks turned red as he blushed at the idea, his fluffy tail wagging slightly. He was asleep, he would not know...

He looked to Dan's face and back to the wet crotch. He licked his drying lips, his heart was pounding, his breathing increased as he slid his paw-fingers under the elastic band.

Slowly, his paws shaking, he pulled the black boxers away and down from Dan's body. He could feel himself get rock hard from the sight he figured he would never get to see in his entire life. It was impossible to tell how big Dan was, but his sheath was very thick and a nice dark brown color, along with the huge set of balls that were still contracted from the cold. And above it all was a patch of thick black pubic fur, still matted from the rain. He had to stop, this was just too much to handle.

The time for curiosity was over, he placed the underwear back over Dan's junk and reached for the blanket he had with him. He covered Dan with the blanket and stood over him. Dan looked very peaceful while he was knocked out, just sleeping there.

Nick would let him rest as long as he needed, it was already about seven, and it was Friday, there was no need to worry about school.

Nick turned his attention to the wet clothing, towels, and bloody washrag. He gathered the items and brought them into the kitchen where his washer and dryer were. He was so glad the complex had hook ups for these appliances, although there was a Laundromat in the basement.

He loaded the washing machine and added the detergent, letting the machine do its work to get out any blood or garbage or mud still on the clothes.

Now Nick had to wait, wait until Dan rested up and came around, then he could figure if Dan needed to be taken to a hospital, he seemed fine so far. He sat on the sofa and just watched Dan sleep. He was not sure what to do now, he could not watch television since it might wake him. Maybe he should take a nap as well. Nick laid his head on a throw pillow on the sofa and gently closed his eyes. He just hoped that Dan would not get angry for him stripping him nude...

Nick could not sleep at all, he just closed his eyes and rested for an hour or so. Every time he heard Dan move around or groan, he would open his eyes to watch him. At around eight, he got up and put Dan's clothes into the dryer. He returned to the sofa and continued to watch him.

More thoughts came into his mind. Why did he do this...Dan is one of the biggest assholes to exist, why should he have to take care of someone like him? Was it just because he was hot and this was a perfect chance to get him naked, like he had done just now. Maybe...but there was something more, maybe Dan would actually appreciate something nice done for him, maybe not, he would have to wait and see.

The rain continued to patter upon the large window in the living room as the lamps gave off the only illumination in the apartment. It was so quiet...the only things Nick could here were Dan's breathing, the rain hitting the window, and the ticking of the clock on the wall. Minutes turned into hours as the night slowly dragged on.

Nick quietly arose from the sofa and padded into the kitchen. He remembered taking Dan's cell phone, wallet, and keys out of his wet pockets, clearly the ones who beat him up were not after his possessions. There were no messages on his phone, his parents must not have been worried.

Curiosity got a hold of the Sheppie once again. He opened the phone and started flipping through the numbers. There was his parents and a few other names, he recognized them as members of the football team. That was about it, not much at all, not even a girls name, Nick then figured that the females were disgusted with the Doberman.

Next was time to look at the text records, which was very barren as well. He checked the music on the phone. A smile came to his face when he saw some of his favorite bands on Dan's phone. Dan had good taste in music, at least.

Last were the pictures. A slight wave of anxiety came to him, maybe he would find something juicy. He flipped though, the first things he found were just the selection of backgrounds the phone came with. He came across the first of the actual photos take with the phone.

At first, a puzzled look came to his face, the picture was of someone bending over...he could see the fur's tail hanging to the side, it was wearing jeans and the camera was focusing right on the butt. Nick looked closer...it was a guy bending over, he looked to be picking something off the floor. Why did Dan take a picture of this? He moved on to more photos.

Nicks eyes widened. The next few pictures were of inside the locker room, it must have been after or before a game because the others in the room were all football players. The pictures...were close ups and shots of other guy's asses, upper bodies...and a shot or two of a flaccid cock and balls from someone heading to the shower.

Nick's mouth hung open as he cycled through, more pictures, just of random students, all males, either close up of rear ends or crotches, once and a while another locker room picture...and then he found it.

Nick wanted to scream, but he gasped lightly. It was a picture of himself, he was bending over in his locker, the focus of the picture was at his butt. Dan...was he...could he be...it just did not make any sense...He wanted Dan to wake up now so he could talk to him.

He sat the phone back on the counter top and placed himself into a kitchen chair to think. Dan...now that it comes to mind...he never saw the Doberman with a girl, or even talked about them for that matter, and he picked on gals as equally as he did guys. He put his head into his paws and sighed. This was quite the thing to come across...what a day.

He stood back up and went to the dryer to remove the clothing. The washing machine did a good job of cleaning the blood out, unfortunately, they jersey did have a tear in it. He neatly folded the clothes and carried them over to Dan.

As he neared the Dobie, he heard Dan start to mumble and move around, maybe he was coming too. Nick quickly kneeled to Dan's side and set the clothes by him.

"Dan, can you hear me?"

Nick watched as the Doberman groaned and tried to sit up a bit.

"Mmm...shit...where am I? Saxby? What are you doing here?"

Nick smiled slightly. "You are in my house, dude. Try not to move so much, alright?"

Dan sighed and rubbed his right eye, and moved to the left only to yelp as his paw touched the scraped eyebrow.

"Damn! That hurts like Hell...I feel like shit..."

Nick wanted to put a paw on the Dobie's shoulder, but resisted.

"What happened to you, Dan? I found you outside, you were beaten pretty badly?"

A slight growl exited Dan's maw as he sighed.

"Yeah...I remember now...The guys from the football team invited me over for some pizza, after we left, those fuckers jumped me, man! My friends...I tried to fight them back, I think I got some punches in, but they really outnumbered me and I blacked out."

Nick's brow furrowed.

"Your friends beat you up? Did you say something to them?"

Dan shook his head.

"They just jumped me, said nothing, just did it, no warning." He growled low. "I'm gonna get those mother fuckers back, the chose the wrong guy to piss off."

Dan tried to move, but Nick stopped him.

"Hold on, Dan, you need to keep resting, who knows how bad they beat you."

Dan scoffed.

"I play football, this is nothing."

He sat up further, but winced in pain and relaxed again.

"Ok...maybe I do need to take it easy...Fucking shit...I can't believe them..."

Nick bit his lip.

"That was not cool of them to do that...but..."

Dan squinted his eyes.

"But what? Let me guess, its because I am a big, mean, jackass, isn't it?"

Nick fumbled around with his paws.

"Maybe...Why else would furs you call your friends want to hurt you?"

Dan was showing his teeth, but the words must have stuck in his mind as his face relaxed. He looked down.

"You know...maybe you are right, Saxby...I guess I really am not that strong after all...But hey! If I am such an asshole, why did you bother to help me?"

Nick looked for an answer, things were getting heated.

"Well...because...it was raining and I just could not leave you in that filthy alleyway...and..."

Dan's brow furrowed.

"And what?"

A slight blush came to Nick's cheeks.

"Well...because I care...I care enough to help you even though I've seen how you treat people...I could not live with myself if I just left you there to sit."

These words stuck to Dan's mind. Someone cared about him? He had not heard that in so long, not since his grandfather was alive. No one told them they cared, no teacher, his parents, no one. Since no one cared about him, he figured he should not care either. But now, someone did care, they went out of there way to help him, Dan felt something new that time, gratitude.

"Sax...Nick...you really care about me? You helped me even though I've not cared about anything or how anyone feels...you..."

He sighed and looked back up, a smile coming to his bruised face.

"Thanks, man."

Nick smiled back, seeing the Doberman smile from something other than tormenting others was so calming.

"You're welcome, don't you need to call your parents?"

The smile left Dan's face.

"No, they don't care about me either. I never told anyone about this...but I think I can tell you...I rarely see my folks, they are always away working or some shit. I was practically raised by my granddad when I was a pup, and...and..."

A moment of silence passed and the big dog sniffled, as if to cry.

"And after he died, I just felt like no one would care for me again, so I just decided not to care myself. It made me happy to hurt other's feelings, knowing that they were just as miserable as I was felt really good."

This was the turning point for Nick. He finally knew the truth about Dan's past. What Dan really needed...was a friend, a real friend, someone to care.

He felt like getting closer to the huge Dobie, he reached out and placed his paw on top of Dan's, Dan just looked down at it.

"Dan...I can see that...deep down inside, you really are a good guy. You just need someone to be there, someone to care. Dan, can I...be your friend? More than just, you know, saying 'Hi' to each other every day, but like, hanging out together and talking, you know?"

Dan smiled, this was a lot better than hanging out with his football 'buddies'.

"Sure, I think I would like that. First of all, I really need a bathroom, where is it?"

Nick chuckled and pointed at the door on the opposite end of the living room. Dan nodded and threw the blanket off of him and looked at his own half-naked body. He slowly turned his head back to the nervous Sheppie.

"Dude...you took my clothes off while I was asleep..."

Nick's ears turned red and he started to fidget.

"I, uh...well, they were soaked and dirty...and you started to shiver...and..."

Dan just reached out and patted Nick on the shoulder.

"It's ok, I guess it's showing you cared, right? Heh...you should have taken off my underwear too, they are soaked."

Nick full on blushed as he tried to hide his face. Dan did not know what the Sheppie had done while he was out.

"Uh, uh...I was just kind of shy...yeah...did not want to freak you out."

Dan shook his head and chuckled.

"It's fine dude, here, help me up, I really gotta go."

Nick shook the blush off and moved to Dan's side and wrapped an arm around him. Dan felt so nice and warm now...he could feel the muscles underneath his short, velvety fur. Slowly, he aided Dan to his feet, the Doberman groaning as he stood. They started walking, to the bathroom, Dan did not limp, but his ribs and abdomen were sore.

They arrived at the door and Nick let go for Dan to stand on his own.

"Thanks for the help, but I don't need it in here, heh, unless you want to help me."

Nick froze, what did Dan just say? He must be joking, yeah, its just a joke!

"Oh ha ha, very funny. You should take a shower in there too, go right ahead, the clean towels are on the rack in front of the toilet."

Dan smiled again.

"Yeah, a hot shower does sound good, I'm gonna toss out my boxers, could you throw them in the dryer?"

Nick nodded with a grin. The thought of the Doberman naked in his bathroom...

"No problem, if you need anything just yell for me."

Dan nodded back and disappeared into the bathroom and a few minuets later, the door opened slightly and the soggy pair of boxers fell to the ground. Nick saw this from the kitchen and went over to the door and picked them up. As he returned to the dryer in the kitchen, he quickly glanced over his shoulder and back to the boxers. A grin came to his muzzle as he took a deep sniff of the crotch of Dan's boxers. They did not smell to good, only because they were soaked and the drying rainwater did not have a good smell, but he caught a hint of Dan's scent, his musk, and it made his mouth water ever so slightly. He licked his lips and tossed the black boxers into the dryer to spin around with a fresh smelling dryer sheet.

It was now past ten and all Nick could do was wait for his 'guest' to finish in the bathroom. He plopped himself onto the sofa and turned on the television, hoping to find something to watch. After doing a complete channel flip, he came to the conclusion that nothing interesting was on that Friday night.

Suddenly, the dryer cried out in an electronic beeping sequence, making the Sheppie jump forward and gasp. He shook his head and sighed to himself as he got off of the comfortable sofa and padded to the kitchen where he removed the now dry pair of boxers. He neatly folded the undergarments and added them to the stack of clean clothes as he moved it from the rug to the outside of the bathroom door, since Dan would be asking for them anyway.

Shortly after, the bathroom door opened slightly as a paw reached for the stack of clothes and took them inside. Nick really would have not minded to see the hulking Dobie waltz out of the bathroom with nothing on, in all honesty. The door re-opened, the light turned off, and out walked Dan, he was not wearing anything above his waist, his sculpted abdomen, chest, and arms in plain view as he padded out of the bathroom.

"Hey man, thanks for putting my clothes by the door, that shower sure felt good."

Nick smiled nervously, blood rushing to his ears, and his sheath, as his gazed upon the half naked stud dog.

"Oh...sure...are you feeling alright? Do you think you need to go to a hospital?"

Dan smiled and shook his head.

"Nah, my eye hurts pretty bad, and I am pretty sore, but I think I'll be good. Heh, I play football, man, I am good with pain, this time I just got caught off guard...that's all. My head hurts too, you got any headache medicine?"

Nick's widened as he flew off of the sofa and into the kitchen, ripping open a cabinet and grabbing a glass of water and presenting the Doberman with three aspirin.

"Here you go, is Advil alright?"

Dan nodded and took the pills and gulped down the glass after.

"Yeah, it's all the same stuff. Hey...I just noticed something, do your parents live here? This place looks kind of small."

Nick closed his eyes, looks like it was time to spill his history.

"Well...I...uh...do you really want to know?"

Dan's brow furrowed.

"What's the big deal, man? They ain't dead, are they?"

Nick sighed deeply.

"Lets sit down, I guess I will tell you, friends don't hide secrets, right?"

Dan shrugged a bit and sat down on the sofa, making the blue-striped piece of furniture creak and groan under his weight, Nick sat at the other end.

"Well, Dan, I live here by myself. I have for two years now. You see...my parents are gone...dead..."

Dan frowned.

"Shit...I had no idea, man, I..."

Nick shook his head.

"It's ok, I didn't really know them. They were both killed in a car accident when I was only two, The only memories I have of them are photographs."

Dan was not sure what to do. He never really showed compassion, or rather did not really know how. Maybe it was time to try some compassion, it was going to feel really weird, but Nick had shown that he had cared, it was now Dan's turn.

Dan slid over to the center cushion of the sofa, and with a nervous arm, he put it around Nick's shoulders. Nick jumped a bit, but relaxed himself, it was so strange to see, Dan Lincoln, the biggest asshole at school, wrapping his arm around someone. Nick could feel the solid bicep press into the back of his head, he peeked to his side, all he could see was the dark brown tuft of Dan's underarm fur, his bulging chest, and up further to a face with a look of concern on it.

"That sucks, dude, I'm...sorry to hear that."

Dan actually felt fine on the inside, it did not feel that strange to show he cared. Nick smiled and continued on.

"Thanks...after they died, my Aunt, Virginia, was left to raise me. She was really excited, since she could not have children herself, she looked at it as kind of a blessing in disguise. She was a good foster mother for me. My parents had a good bit of money saved up, so it was given to my Aunt to hold on for when I grew up. She did a good job saving it, but had to spend some of it for some those emergencies in life, it was fine. But...when I turned sixteen..."

Nick's eyes closed again as he sniffled. Dan saw this and pulled his arm tighter around the Sheppie, another bad moment happened.

"She was diagnosed with lung cancer, she was a heavy smoker, you see...she died almost a year after. That's when it really hurt me the most, I've lost almost all of my family."

A tear formed at the corner of Nick's eye as he tried to hold it back.

"Do you remember that one week sophomore year that I was gone? I told everyone I went on a vacation, that was not true, I was looking for a place to stay after her funeral. I could not stay at her house, she had not paid it off so the bank she loaned from was going to foreclose it and I would have no place to live. I took the remaining money my parents had saved up, along with my Aunt's savings and her furniture, and moved into this building here. It's a pretty decent amount of money I have saved up, I am going to save it for college. So, that's about everything."

Nick rubbed his eye and looked back at Dan. Dan had a look of unease on his face.

"Man...I had no idea...why didn't you tell anyone?"

Nick shook his head.

"I just don't want to relive those bad memories, so I just keep it to myself."

This was so different for Dan, he thought that having busy, neglective parents was bad, Nick did not have any, he was all alone in life. He wanted to do something, something to really show that he did care about the Sheppie.

With the arm around Nick's shoulder, he pulled him into his chest. Nick gasped as he was pulled close to the Doberman, but quickly relaxed as he felt the other arm come around. Dan had given someone a hug, something he had not done in the longest time. Nick felt his heart skip, he was being hugged by the biggest bully he had known, and it felt to comforting, Dan was so warm, his short fur was so soft, and his muscled torso felt so nice to be against. Nick wrapped his arms around Dan, matching him as they embraced each other.

"You really are a nice guy, Nick. Even though you had everyone you loved taken away from you, you still manage to be a happy person. After my granddad died, I just didn't care anymore, I wish I could be more like you, then I would have friends."

Nick looked up at Dan through the embrace.

"It's not too late, all you have to do is show you care, just like what I did to you and what you are doing to me right now. I will help you if I can, I am your friend, after all."

Dan smiled and rubbed the back of Nick's head.

"Thanks, buddy. Maybe I can try to do better in my classes and stuff, you know? I just wish I was not so damn stupid."

Nick chuckled.

"I am sure you are not stupid, you just need to try to study and do your best, I will help you there to, like I have been in study hall, right?"

Dan chuckled back.

"Yeah, but this time I will try to pay attention, I never really did when you helped me, heh."

Dan released Nick and they both sat back against the sofa. Dan lifted his arms and stretched, his muscles rippled as he let out a long yawn, only to wince as he relaxed again. Nick turned his head away and cupped his paw to his muzzle. Dan turned to him, a confused expression on his face.

"Shit, my abs still hurt, those fuckers must have kicked me when I fell down...Dude...you don't mind if I leave my shirt off, do you?"

Nick could feel his cheeks burn, a blush was coming on, but what to reply...Should he tell him what he really thinks?

"Oh, uh...no problem. You...umm...have a really nice body."

Nick wanted to slap himself, why did he choose those words! Dan just chuckled.

"You really think so? I mean, I do work out a lot, need to for football, and I love the way my muscles burn after a good work out. Heh, I got big like this to show how tough I was, I guess, I didn't anyone would try to fuck with me, until today."

A wave of relief came over Nick, he actually accepted the compliment. Time to go further...

"Well, yeah! You are really buff for someone your age, well, you are really pretty tall as well, it matches you quite well!"

Dan was happy, someone had actually complimented his body, about time!

"Well shit, I am glad someone likes these muscles! I sure am proud of 'em."

Dan brought his left arm up and pulled it in for a flex, the bicep bulged as the veins popped out from underneath the velvety black fur. He leaned into his arm and gave the muscle a loud smooch, chuckling as he relaxed his arm. Nick was more than a little impressed, as his sheath started to stir again after he saw the Dobie kiss his own arm.

Nick wanted to ask right there if he could touch Dan's muscles, but it was just too soon to rush into things. The thought of the pictures he found on the phone came into his mind, it was best not ask about them, he did not want Dan to think that he was rummaging around in his personal things.

Nick looked at the clock, it was nearing eleven, Dan probably wanted to go home soon.

"Hey Dan, it's getting late, do you think you want to start heading home since you think you will be alright?"

Dan slumped back into the sofa and sighed.

"Man...can I spend the night? There is really nothing for me to go home for, y'know? And its a Friday, ain't no school tomorrow! Please?!"

Nick could not resist hearing Dan beg to spend the night, it was so adorable to see the big dog want to spend more time with him.

"Well, sure! I don't see a problem with you staying, will you be alright with sleeping on the couch? I only have the one bed."

Dan smiled, his white teeth showing as he grinned from ear to ear.

"No problem! The couch will be fine, man. It's a lot better than a hospital bed, where I'd probably be right now if you did not help me out."

"Well, it sure is nice to have someone over, I actually...have not really had anyone spend the night...or over for that matter. I don't know if you noticed, but I don't really have any good friends, just people I talk to at school, you know?"

Dan turned to the Sheppie. A look of disbelief on his face.

"You don't have any friends? I can't believe that? Why not?"

Nick nervously shifted.

"Well...I...I guess it is because...you know...I am afraid to lose someone I care about again..."

Dan's mind tried to look for something meaningful to say. The gears clicked as he made an attempt to cheer Nick up.

"Uh...Umm...It sucks to have someone you love a lot die, but you can't shut yourself out cuz you are afraid of that...You can't...hide from death forever, everyone dies some time, you know?"

Nick looked at the Doberman, he was shocked. Did Dan just say something significant? He had no idea the Dobie had it in him. The words echoed in his mind. He...was right.

"Dan, you are so right. I...do need friends. Someone to trust, I can't fear having them because they will die on me..."

He sighed and looked down and after a deep breath he looked back to Dan and smiled.

"It is nice to have people you can trust around."

Dan smiled back and ruffled the Sheppies head fur.

"I'll say, I just hope you don't gang up on me outside of the pizza place, like the fuckers I though were my friends did."

Nick chuckled and leaned into Dan's chest.

"Don't worry, I would never do that to my friend. I...really see who you are now. You are really a nice guy underneath...I like you."

Nick felt another wave of anxiety come over him. 'Oh Shit! What did I just say!' He though to himself. He wanted to say it, though, he wanted to say more, a lot more. He needs to take it slow, wait for Dan to hint at something, then make his big move.

Dan just smiled again, his stubby tail started to wag, just as if he was about to pound some freshman into a pulp for not giving him their chips. His eyes opened wide, or as wide as they could the left one being bruised.

"You really mean it!? You like me!? Well, shit, I like you too!"

Nick revoked his previous thoughts, only to have new ones put in. Dan liked him back, that was good, maybe he could see how much...No, its best to be patient. Oh, how he could say this over and over to himself, but he just wanted Dan, even after all he has done, maybe this really is a new beginning.

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The night slowly ticked away. The two sat on the couch as Friday became Saturday, just chatting to each other about life, school, past, present, and future. Nick never could have imagined Dan to be able to hold a conversation as long as they were having. The Doberman must have had some sense knocked into him from the assault, he sounded so different.

"Dan, I have a question, why do you always wear your jersey?"

Dan chuckled and put his hands behind his head.

"I like the way it's colored, and it makes me feel...y'know, important. I have a whole bunch of nice shirts at home, but I don't care about them, since my mom bought them all for me, telling me how...sofa-stick-ated I would look."

Nick smiled and shook his head.

"Well, Dan, I think it looks nice on you. Too bad it got torn, I could try sewing it..."

Dan shrugged, yawned, and scratched the back of his head.

"Nah, I have like five more at home...Damn, I am hungry!"

Nick chuckled and looked at the clock and back to the Doberman.

"It is nearly one in the morning, and you are hungry?"

Dan grinned.

"Yeah, I need to eat a lot to keep these muscles big."

Nick bit his lip again as he eyed the shirtless dog sitting next to him.

"Hmm, let me find a snack for you, one sec!"

Nick hopped off the couch and padded into the kitchen, what he did not notice was the Dan had his eyes focused on the Sheppie's butt as he made his way, a small smile on his face.

Nick rummaged around in the cabinet and pulled out a plastic bag and smiled at it. He bounded back to the sofa and tossed the colorful bag into Dan's lap. The Doberman's eyes lit up as he licked his lips.

"Beef jerky! I love this shit! Oh damn, its teriyaki flavored! My favorite! Thanks, dude!"

Without hesitation, he ripped the bag apart and started to tear into the dried strips of beef, chewing loudly and murring in satisfaction as he did so. Nick could only smile as he watched the dog voraciously devour seemingly the entire bag of preserved meat. With a pat of his abs and a burp, he seemed contented.

"You like those? I do too, but you ate them all!"

He crossed his arms with a stern look. Dan only chuckled.

"Don't worry, I saved some for you, dude!"

He handed the bag over, and sure enough, there was some left. Nick smiled and took the bag.

"You sure had me fooled, you ate them so fast, I thought you gobbled them all down!"

He reached into the bag and pulled out a strip and munched happily on it. Dan smiled and licked his lips as he watched Nick chew on the jerky. He wondered if the Sheppie was good at sucking cock, he needed a blowjob so bad...He had no idea if Nick was gay or not, he sure knew he was, and he did not care if anyone knew. Since they just became friends that day, maybe he should ask another time. He wanted to be close to Nick, he is the nicest guy he had met, and has such a cute butt, too. If only Nick knew his thoughts...

"So, Nick, I'm gettin' tired, you're looking pretty sleepy, too."

Nick swallowed the jerky and nodded.

"Yeah, I am pretty beat, it's been an interesting day, and I sure got a work out from carrying you up here."

Dan smirked and put his paws behind his head and stretched his arms.

"I am pretty heavy, I am surprised you were able to drag me up here as well as you did. I need to thank you again for that."

Nick's ears flicked as he smiled.

"You're welcome, I just wanted to do the right thing. You can use the pillow and blanket from earlier to sleep with on the sofa. Here, let me get them."

Nick hopped off of the sofa and bent down to pick up the thick blanket and pillow, his tail wagging from side to side with his back pointed to the Doberman."

Dan could only smile as he saw that cute butt again, it fit so nicely in the long, brown pants the Sheppie was wearing, he could not help it anymore.

"You have a nice butt, Nick."

Nick froze, almost dropping the pillow and blanket as his cheeks instantly turned red. He slowly turned to face the fur who complimented him.

"Umm...what did you say?"

Dan was not sure what do to, Nick's face did not look happy, or angry for that matter, maybe later.

"Nothing, man, I am really tired, the sleep will be good for me."

Nick slowly walked over the sofa and handed the items to Dan, then nervously placing his paws behind his back.

"Ok...well, I am going to my bed now, umm, if you need anything, just knock."

Dan knew what he needed, alright, he needed to fuck that cute ass.

"Sure thing, I am a real heavy sleeper, so don't worry about waking me up. See you in the morning, man, thanks for everything."

Nick smiled and nodded as the blush faded.

"Sure thing, have a good sleep, Goodnight!"

Nick quickly padded off to his room and shut the door behind him. He could feel his heart racing. Why did he not just jump into Dan's arms and kiss him right there? He could tell that Dan was checking him out. What was stopping him? He needed to just relax, more could be found out in the morning.

A plan popped into Nick's head, the perfect morning wake up! He just hoped Dan was true to his words and a heavy sleeper. Nick took off his clothes and dropped them into a hamper, flicked off the light switch, and crawled into his nice, warm bed. If only Dan was in the bed with him...but why did he want that? Was it lust? Or could Dan really be capable of a loving relationship? He took a deep sigh and closed his eyes and eventually drifted off.

It was not an easy sleep, Nick would awake every hour or so, checking his clock to see the time and let out a deep sigh. He wondered if Dan was sleeping too...he wanted to just peek into the living room and see if he was. The anxiety was almost too much to bear. Whenever he closed his eyes all he could see was Dan, but would he be rushing into this too fast? What if Dan does not change his ways and stays the jerk he has seen in the past.

Nick re-awoke for the last time, it was past nine and he could not sleep. He looked to the one window in his bedroom and saw the sunlight beam onto the green carpet, at least it was not rainy that morning.

With a yawn, he threw off the covers, slid to the side of the bed, and got back onto his foot paws. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and placed his glasses back on his muzzle so that his vision became clear again. He padded over to his dresser and rummaged around for a fresh change of clothing to start the day with.

After gathering his attire, he slid into his soft, blue night robe and put a paw on the doorknob. He wondered if Dan was asleep...with a turn of the knob he would find out. He twisted and pulled on the door, the bright light from the larger window in the living room made him squint as he slowly stepped through.

He crept into the living room, his eyes focusing on the couch as he made his way to the bathroom door. Dan, sure enough, was sleeping, lying on his back with his mouth gaping open as he breathed deeply. Nick could not help but smile as he saw the behemoth sound asleep on his sofa. He entered his bathroom, turned on the light, and proceeded with his morning wake-up routine.

Nick hang the robe on the back of the door, and took one last look in the mirror, seeing if his head fur was combed the right way. He opened the door as a wave of cool air hit him, canceling out the steamy heat of the bathroom. Slowly and as quietly as he could, he padded across the living room carpet, eyes on Dan the whole time, who was still in the same sleeping position. He came to the kitchen and looked at the clock, it was just past nine-thirty. He remembered the idea he planned before bed, he would surprise his guest with a nice breakfast.

As silently as possible, he got out eggs, bacon, pancake mix, and any other cooking utensils he may need. The kitchen started to fill with the aromatic odor of his cooking, he could feel himself get hungry as he saw the pancakes golden and the eggs solidify. He remembered Dan saying that he eats a lot, so he upped the servings to match the appetite.

While he stood over the sizzling bacon, something caught his eye as he looked into the living room. His eyes widened as he saw Dan move around, and sit up on the sofa.

Dan rubbed his eyes, wincing as he accidentally rubbed his sore eye a bit too hard. His abdomen felt a bit better, not as sore has yesterday. His nose and lip had some scabbing, but there was no bleeding whatsoever. Looks like his 'friends' did not get him too bad. He sniffed the air deeply and licked his lips when the aromatic scent of bacon came into his nose. He turned around and looked into the kitchen, and sure enough, there was the Sheppie standing in front of the stove, spatula in hand and a smile on his maw.

He threw the blanket off of himself and stood, giving his body a long stretch and a loud yawn. Nick gulped when he saw the Doberman stretch, all of those muscles ripping...and best of all, he was in nothing but his underwear, a very pleasing sight indeed.

The first thing Dan felt was the urge to release his bladder, he padded into the bathroom and closed the door behind him. Nick watched the door shut and then noticed Dan's phone on the counter. He stepped away from the bacon for a moment and picked it up. There was still no missed calls, no messages, his parents really had no idea where he was, or did not seem to care, either. He heard the toilet flush and went back to cooking.

The bathroom door opened and the hulking Doberman walked out and over to the kitchen were he slammed his paws onto the counter top the separated the two rooms.

"Hey! What are you cooking? It smells really, really good!"

Nick smiled and turned to Dan.

"Your breakfast, of course! I hope you like pancakes."

Dan's tongue fell to the side of his mouth as he panted happily.

"I love pancakes! I have not had them in so long...or a good breakfast."

Nick smiled wide.

"Well, I like to cook every now and then, and since I have a guest, I might as well treat them well."

He gave Dan a quick look-over.

"Dan...are you going to put your clothes on?"

Dan looked down at himself, realizing that he was in just his underwear.

"Do you want me to?"

Nick hesitated.

"Uhm...you can if you want to, I want you to feel comfortable while you are here."

Dan smirked and walked into the kitchen and sat at the table.

"I feel comfortable already, I had a pretty decent sleep on the couch, and I am starting to feel better."

Nick nods and sets two plates on the table.

"Your eye is looking better, the swelling went down it seems. Good thing you have dark fur, the bruises wont be too noticeable."

Dan started shoveling food into his mouth, as if he was starving.

"Holy shit! This is good food! You're a good cook, man! I might have to come here to eat more."

Nick smiled as he nibbled on some bacon.

"Yeah, I do like to cook, I just never really have anyone to cook for."

Dan licked his lips and applied more syrup to his pancakes.

"You can cook for me, then, I need a lot of food to keep my muscles big, remember?"

Nick chuckled.

"I am glad you like it that much!"

Nick was glad he made as much breakfast as he did. Dan went through six pancakes, eight strips of bacon, and three helpings of scrambled eggs. The Dobie sat back in the chair and patted his full belly, rubbing a paw over his abs. Nick wanted to help rub them...but all he did was bite his lip.

"So, Dan, what do you plan on doing today?"

Dan licked his lips and shook his head.

"I dunno, what do you wanna do?"

Nick smirked.

"I have no idea. Usually on the weekends I go someplace in town, be it the mall or other department store, maybe get groceries, run other errands. I rarely take homework home since I try to get it done in study hall. Oh, I guess I play some video games too."

He pointed to the television in the living room, there was an Xbox 360 next to the DVD player. Dan turned to look and then focused on Nick again.

"I have one of those too! I don't really play on it, though..."

Nick perked a brow.

"Why not? There are so many fun games to play!"

Dan shook his head.

"I have a lot of stuff at home, but I just don't like to use it. My mom and dad bought me all of these things that most kids would really like to have, but I just don't want to use them."

It came together in Nick's head.

"I wonder if they buy you those things to try to replace themselves not being there."

Dan looked up with a frown.

"You could be right, man. I never did any fun guy stuff with my dad, he was always gone, staying in some far off country for weeks. He makes good money, but who cares."

Nick nodded.

"Money really can't buy happiness, I see it in your case."

Dan sighed.

"Yeah, that sounds about right...I am mot happy with all of those things they got me."

Nick sat back in his chair and but his paw to his chin.

"Well, what would make you happy?"

Dan looked to the side.

"I...I dunno. Maybe...you know...someone there, kinda, someone to...love, I guess."

Nick could feel it, the moment was drawing near. Time to make for sure.

"Well, there are plenty of girls at school, have you ever asked any of them out on a date? Do you have a crush on any of them?"

Dan bit his lip. Time to confess.

"Dude...I...don't like girls...I...like guys...a lot. I just never told anyone, I figured if I did, no one would like me."

Nick smiled. Why would that matter? No one likes you anyway, you were so mean to people, and you were afraid for telling them that? He really is not the smartest guy at school, but maybe he does need someone to love and love him back. Time to get the truth out.

"Dan, I am going to tell you something I have not told anyone either. I don't like girls either, I like guys just as much as you do...and I think you are hot."

Dan's ears stood straight up as his eyes opened wide.

"You...do? You like me that way? I...um...I...can I....maybe...kiss you?"

Nick giggled, the big dog sure was eager! Might as well give him what he wants, a kiss would be a nice reward for the breakfast he cooked for him.

"I would like that, come over here, big guy."

Dan stood from the table, Nick did as well. They came close to each other, Dan looking down at the shorter dog. He was trembling, but his tail was shaking, he had a goofy smile on his face, but his eyes were sparkling.

Nick lifted his head and puckered his lips. Dan saw the lips and slowly matched the pucker with his own as he lowered his head down to meet the other.

Their lips met, Dan had such soft lips. Nick turned his head to the left so that their muzzles would fit together better. They both closed their eyes as their lips touched. They could have sworn they both felt like they were floating as their hearts started to beat faster. This was the first time hey had kissed another fur, besides a relative.

With their lips still pressed together, Nick pressed his body into Dan's, both of them instinctively wrapped their arms around each other, holding in a close embrace. They smacked their lips together as loud wet kissing noises filled the kitchen. Dan murred deeply, and Nick reciprocated the noise as they both kept their eyes closed, just enjoying the touch of their lips against the other pair.

After a five minuet kiss, their lips parted so they could take a deep breath and open their eyes to see each other again.

"Wow...Dan...that was amazing...I have never kissed another guy before."

Dan smiled.

"Neither have I, that felt really, really good. I liked that a lot."

Nick blinked and smiled back.

"I guess that was our first kiss, and I could not have chosen a better guy to kiss."

Dan felt a blush coming on, something he had not done in a long time.

"You really do like me, don't you? Nick, I really mean it, I am going to be as nice as I can to people now, I want to be just like you."

Nick caressed the small of Dan's muscular back, his fur was so soft.

"All you have to do is care, just like I did for you."

Dan smiled, his stubby tail was wagging again.

"I will care! I will do my best! I will tell all the people that I did bad things to that I am sorry, I will pay attention to my classes, I promise!"

Nick smiled and rested his head on Dan's chest.

"That sounds like a good start, I will help you as much as I can."

Dan put a paw on the back of Nick's head.

"Thanks. Umm...can we kiss again?"

Nick giggled and looked up at Dan.

"Sure, I guess you really did l..."

Before he could finish, Dan had his muzzle pressed into Nick's, locked in another kiss. This time, Dan pulled Nick into him, pressing the Sheppie's body against his own and his pushing his lips hard into the others. Nick could not help it, he opened his mouth wide and Dan instinctively did the same, their maws interlocked with each other as their tongues started to work. Each tongue started to feel around the other mouth, scraping against teeth, rubbing against the gums, and wrestling with the other tongue. Nick could feel Dan's hot breath breathe over him as the bigger dog moaned. Dan started to drool a bit, a tendril of saliva escaping from the corner of his mouth and slowly dripping down.

Nick could feel something poking him in the front, and he knew exactly what it was. The sensation of Dan growing from the kiss made the same thing happen to Nick, the tingle he was feeling felt so good. It was when Dan pressed his crotch into Nick that turned the moment very sexual. Dan continued to grind his pelvis into the smaller dog, moaning as their tongues were intertwined in their maws.

Nick pulled back to take a deep breath and pant heavily.

"Oh my God...that is so hot...you are such a good kisser, Dan..."

Dan licked his lips and continued to pant.

"Shit...that is hot...I had no idea kissing could feel so good."

A blush came to Nick's cheeks as he felt Dan's crotch poke him again.

"Umm...Dan...how are you feeling?"

Dan let out a deep breath and smirked.

"I feel...really horny right now..."

Nick smiled and pressed his body into Dan's, feeling the hardening Dobie shaft press into him.

"Wan't me to fix that?"

Dan's smirk grew into a toothy smile.

"You mean...you want to suck my cock?"

Nick nodded and lowered his paws on Dan's back, cupping his muscled butt as he gave it a squeeze, making Dan gasp.

"Dan...come to my bed...I'll do it."

Dan let go of Nick as they separated, Nick got a good view of the tent in the Doberman's boxers, this was going to be interesting. Nick grabbed Dan by the paw and led him to his bedroom, giggling as he fumbled with the doorknob and pushed the door open. He turned around, grabbed Dan's other paw, and pulled him into the room and into another kiss.

"Dan...get on my bed, but keep your underwear on."

Dan was not sure why, but he went along with it and hopped onto the queen sized bed. He pressed his back against the headboard and smirked as he grabbed himself though his boxers, licking his lips.

At the footboard, Nick started to take his clothes off, his pulled his shirt off and threw it too the side, the same with his pants until he was in nothing but his own underwear. He wanted to get undressed as fast as possible, no time for a striptease, maybe another time. He tossed his glasses onto the nightstand and hopped onto the bed. Slowly, he crawled into his position, slowly coming in between the Doberman's legs as he straddled the hunk's body with his own. He stopped his advance when they came muzzle to muzzle.

"Oh Dan, I have wanted to do this for so long...just sit and relax, let me do the work for you."

Dan smiled as he planted his lips onto Nick's, getting some loud, wet smacks just before Nick's pulled back.

Nick had always wanted to explore Dan's huge, muscular body, and now he was going to. He started with the chest, brining his nose down into the valley that separated the pectoral muscles as he let his tongue out and licked between them. His paws were at Dan's shoulders and slowly making their way down his arms, caressing the massive biceps and tracing over the veins under the velvety fur.

Nick's own underwear was tenting, Dan could see it in plain view as his body was worshipped by the wet tongue. Dan could only close his eyes and enjoy as his cock strained with each lick, a spot of pre showing in his black boxers.

Next was Dan's tight six pack abs. Nick happily brought his tongue to them and licked and lapped over each one, slobbering between them and then licking inside of Dan's navel. His paws were working as well, moving from the arms to the chest and rubbing in a circular motion.

Dan was murring lowly with a rumble from his chest, he placed a paw on the back of Nick's head, he could tell what the Sheppie was going for next. Nick stuck his muzzle into the tuft of pubic fur that was sticking out from Dan's underwear and pushed the elastic band down, getting a load of Dan's scent.

Nick's paws slowly traced their way down Dan's torso and met his own muzzle, where they hooked into the elastic band of the boxers. Nick lifted his head and looked into Dan's eyes, the Doberman had a huge smile on his face.

Even though Nick made his sneak peek the other day, he always wanted to see how big Dan really was. He licked his lips and took a deep breath and pulled down the underwear. With a flop and soft 'slap', Dan's cock sprung out of the underwear and came to a rest on his abdomen, just above the navel.

Nick's eyes twinkled as he studied the cock, it was a nice shade of pink and vascular. The pointed tip was leaking pre onto Dan's abs as Nick got a good smell of the musk that radiated from the shaft. With a shaky paw, he reached for it and grabbed it at the base, making Dan gasp and squirm. The cock was a very nice size, it must have been at least nine inches long with a girth of about four as Nick could just barley fit his paw around it.

With a thumb pressing on the underside, he slowly moved his paw up, giving the shaft a solid stroke. Dan grasped hard onto Nick's head fur as he leaned his head back and took a deep breath. Nick's paw reached the tip, and out oozed a glob of pre, Dan was running like a leaky faucet.

"Oh shit...that feels so fucking good...oh shit..."

Nick glanced back up at Dan after he said this, he smirks and focused back on the cock.

Still smiling, he leaned in closer to the throbbing shaft, he was about to taste cock for the first time. His tongue came out of his mouth and with a hard, slow lick, it grazed over the pointed tip of the warm member. Dan let out a moan as his cock head was lapped, Nick brought his tongue back into his mouth and let the salty flavor spread all over his tongue. It was such a new flavor, not bad, but not the greatest, it did not matter, he wanted more. His paw slid down the base as his tongue came out and began to lick the cock as if it were a melting ice cream cone in July.

Dan closes his eyes and moaned loudly as his legs began to kick and shift around, wrinkling the bed sheets. Nicks free paw went lower and cupped Dan's heavy ball sac in his paw, and ever so gently, he began to roll them around, tugging on them as he did so.

Nick closed his maw over the first few inches of the cock, his tongue rolling around on the bottom as he moved his head back and forth. It was when he closed his lips around it and added some sucking that got Dan going. The Doberman pushed down on Nick's head wanting him to go down further on it as he moaned in absolute pleasure, his toes curling and legs kicking as he gritted his teeth.

"Ohhh...FUCK...that feels so fucking great...yeah....swallow that cock...mmm..."

Dan began to instinctively buck his hips into Nick's maw as his head bobbed. Nick tried to keep up with the sucking as he swallowed more and more of Dan's pre, there was so much of it! Nick was not sure if he could take the whole thing it, but it was time to try. He took a deep breath with his nose and pushed down on the cock as hard as he could, he could feel Dan help him as the cock pressed against the back of his throat.

He was actually doing it! Dan's thick shaft was almost completely lodged into his muzzle, and he did not feel like gagging, it looks like he really did not have any gag reflexes.

Dan was shocked as well.

"Holy fucking shit! You took it all in! God DAMN that feels good..."

Nick peeked up at him and began to bob his head again as Dan pressed down on his head, fucking his maw ever so slightly. Dan's tongue fell out his mouth and to the side as he began to drool, it was the best action his cock had gotten to this point, besides pawing off, but this felt infinitely better!

Nick needed air, he could feel his lungs beg for it. He pulled his head back, Dan released his grip as he did so and he took a deep breath of air, licking his lips.

"Whoa...I had no idea I could do that...did it feel good?"

Dan nodded as he panted happily.

"Fuck yeah! That felt damn good...you are really good at this shit, you sure you never sucked a cock before?"

Nick chuckled grabbed the bottom of Dan's shaft, making him squirm again.

"Yes, I am sure...your cock tastes really good...its so big..."

Dan rubbed the back of Nick's head.

"Heh, yeah, well I am a big dog...now let me see yours..."

Nick blushed and repositioned himself on his back so he could slip his underwear off. Dan took the opportunity to remove his as well, lifting his butt up and slipping them from his legs. Nick watched him and then pulled the article of clothing off of himself and dropped it to the side of the bed. He sat back up and smiled at Dan, his fluffy tail wagging behind him.

Dan smiled back at him.

"Heh...you sure are cute...come closer..."

Nick blushed as he scooted closer to the Doberman. Dan immediately reached out with strong paws and grasped Nick's cock in his huge paw, making the Sheppie yip and shiver from the contact. His other paw rested onto Nick's shoulder, and slowly advanced downward to rub the Sheppie's soft caramel colored fur on his chest.

Dan copied Nick's previous actions and started to stroke the Sheppie's cock in his paw. Nick's cock was smaller than his own, about six inches long and three around with the similar pointed tip and a nice shade of red. Dan pulled forward on it, stroking out a drop of pre and making the Sheppie moan in delight.

"Shit...Nick...you are so hot...I want you...let me fuck you...please..."

Nick hesitated, he did not know if his virgin ass would be able to handle Dan's thick shaft, but it was worth the try, since he said please. Nick reached out and put his paws on Dan's shoulders, and with all his strength, he pushed the bigger dog back and against the headboard with a loud slam.

"You want me that badly? Take me..."

With that, he shoved his maw into Dan's with another passionately sloppy kiss, both dogs slurping and murring as they swapped saliva. Nick took the moment to crawl on top of Dan and sit on his abdomen. Dan wrapped his arms around the Sheppie's back and Nick wrapped his around the Dobie's neck. Nick could feel Dan's shaft pressing into his butt, fitting right in the crack.

Nick felt it there and pressed into Dan's cock, moving his butt up and down against it, his tail wagging and swiping across the Dobie's legs, making him jump and kick as the soft fur tickled them.

Their lips came apart again.

"Danny...are you ready?"

Dan smirked and licked his lips.

"Dude...no one calls me Danny...but I will let you, cutie. I'm ready..."

Nick bit his lip and arched his back, lifting his tail high in the air as he could feel his pink pucker press against the moistened cock head. He pressed down hard, he could feel the pressure of it push against him as he tried his best to have it insert. Dan have him some help and bucked his hips up, and with a subtle 'squish', the pointed head slipped into Nick's tail hole.

Nick exhaled, it was so thick, luckily it was nice and slick from the saliva he had given it earlier. Dan closed his eyes and grunted, the grip from the tight virgin hole was to perfect. Nick gulped deep and pressed his butt down on it, he could feel the pressure build up inside of him as he slowly slid down its length. Dan's cock was stretching him wide open, it hurt and felt like it was going to rip him apart, but at the same time, it felt satisfying.

Dan placed his paws and Nick's waist and helped guide him down, his toes curled and he let out a low moan as the Sheppie slid down. Finally, Nick hit the bottom, he could feel Dan's entire length inside of him, it felt a lot bigger then it looked.

The next move was to pull it out. Nick pressed on his knees and with Dan's help, lifted off of the cock. The pressure leaving was a very interesting sensation, it felt really good. He sat up just enough so that the pointed tip did not fall out again, and he sat back down, gritting his teeth. Dan let out another load moan as Nick sat back down, this felt almost as good as, if not better, than the blowjob!

Nick panted heavily, the sensation was feeling better with time. Inside, his prostate was getting poked by the invading shaft, that was the source of the internal pleasure. It felt so good and it tingled, keeping Nick rock hard as he rode the Doberman.

They got into the right pace, Nick moved up and down at a quicker rate, Dan's grasp around his waist tightened as he used his strength to lift the Sheppie up and push him down. Dan added to the lifting with his own bucking, lifting his hips up whenever he pushed Nick down and pulling them back when Nick moved up.

The pain had receded almost completely as Nick's tight hole got used to the invader, it was feeling really good now, in fact. Nick was moaned with each shove, his paws placed firmly on the Dobie's shoulders to help brace himself during the lifting and lowering.

Nick quickly leaned down and lustfully licked Dan's muzzle, Dan returned the lick as their tongues wrestled with each other as they moaned into each other's mouths. Dan could feel something, a delightful tingle, his knot was forming. Nick's pucker came to a halt on top of the knot.

Dan panted heavily as he tried to speak.

"Nick...you ready...for me to...tie you?"

Nick was panting as well, he licked his dry lips.

"Yeah...make it quick...your knot feels huge..."

It was, the knot must have been eight inches around. Dan pulled his hips back, Nick gritted his teeth and braced for impact, and with a great shove, the fat knot slammed into Nick's tight ass. Nick screamed out in pain.

"Shit! Are you ok? Did I hurt you?"

Nick took a deep breath, it did hurt, but the fact that Dan was actually asking if he was aright was something he did not expect to hear, it was very charming and sweet.

"Yeah...I'll be ok...that was just really big...thanks for asking, sweetie."

He leaned in and kissed Dan on the nose.

"That's good...looks like your stuck to me now...fuck you feel so good...such a tight grip..."

Nick grinned.

"I think I know what to do next, lets see how this feels."

Nick began to gyrate his hips in a hula-hoop fashion. His tight rump grinding into Dan's crotch and squeezing against his sensitive knot was pure ecstasy. Dan threw his head back and yelled from the pleasure, his legs kicked around and his toes curled as he gripped hard onto Nick's waist. The grinding felt great for Nick too, his prostate was getting pounded and it made his testicles tingle, he could feel his own knot form as well.

Dan pulled Nick close to him, wrapping his arms around him, Nick could feel the biceps bulge into him as he was held tightly. Dan added to Nick's gyrations, grinding his pelvis into Nick's ass.

"Oh Dan...Oh...Oh Dan...I can feel it...I...I'm gonna...Oh...Uhhhhhh!"

Nick threw his head back as his testicles pulled up and he could feel his load surge through his cock and shoot out. His cock tingled and throbbed as ropes of sticky seed spewed onto their chests and abdomens. Dan could smell Nick's cum, and it started a chain reaction.

"Fuck...that was hot...FUCK...I'm gunna cum! FUUUCK!!!"

Dan gave one last shove into Nick's ass as his cock erupted and throbbed inside of the Sheppie. Huge amounts of Doberman seed coated Nick's inside, enough to fill him up and start to drip out of his hole and down Dan's ball sac. The warmth inside of him felt so good, better than any pawing off session could add up to.

Their orgasms ended. Nick collapsed and fell limp onto Dan, his muzzle resting on the Doberman's shoulder. Dan panted heavily and held Nick close to him as he caught his breath. The could smell their cum, their musk fill the air, it was a pleasant scent.

Nick licked Dan's ear.

"How do you feel?"

Dan rubbed a paw up and down Nick's back.

"Really, really good...that was the best feeling ever."

Nick giggled.

"I agree, that was the best feeling ever...and I am glad I got to share it with you."

Dan nuzzled Nick's cheek.

"You really do like me, don't you? I like you a lot too. You are so nice and cute."

Nick was not sure what his mind was telling him. He remembered the Daniel Lincoln of the past, the asshole he would see abuse and harass for his own enjoyment on a daily basis. And now, here he was, being held and caressed by the same guy. Did some sense get knocked into the Doberman the other day? Could he really change? Nick figured he could give Dan another chance, and he would be there to help him. Something clicked in Nick's head, maybe what Dan needed...was love. It had probably been years since he Dobie had heard those words. Was it too soon? Well...it feels right.

Nick brought his muzzle close to Dan's ear.

"Hey Danny..."

Dan smirked as he continued to rub his paw up and down Nick's back, stroking his soft fur.

"Yeah? What's up?"

Nick smiled, he was confident with what he was about to say.

"I love you."

Dan's paws stopped moving, Nick could hear him gasp. Dan pushed Nick off of him, holding the Sheppie in front of him with his paws holding his arms.

"You...love me? Nick...no one has...loved me in...so long...not my parents...no one...you...make my happy...I love you too!"

Dan pulled Nick into him, and kissed him once again, this kiss was different, they could feel the sparks as their lips met. For the first time in so long...a tear beaded in the corner of Dan's eye and rolled down his cheek. He was crying, not in pain, not in fear, but in pure joy. Dan never would have imagined feeling this happy again, and it was the best feeling in the world.

It felt really good to be loved and love back.

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The two spent the rest of the day together, just lying in bed for hours until a shower together and lunch. They went shopping later on, Dan was not afraid to hold Nick's paw in public, it felt good.

Dan spent the night again, and all into Sunday, he was always smiling, always happy, just being close to Nick. Dan's parents did not even realize he was gone the whole weekend.

On Monday, Nick and Dan walked into school, paw-in-paw. The only thing Dan did not care about is what people said about him and Nick together, he was too happy to care about the bad. Dan spent the whole day apologizing, behaving, paying attention, things no one expected to see in their wildest dreams.

Dan was a changed dog, and it was all thanks to Nick. All he had to do was show that he cared and he ended up taming the bully.

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