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Barkley Shepard panted after slowing his pace on the treadmill to a stop. The diminutive G-shep had come to the gym for a quick run before he went back to his apartment for the evening to prepare for upcoming final exams. Already fretting about how prepared he was, he'd needed a break from studying to get his mind off the material for a little while. The run had helped to do just that, getting a lot of the nervous energy out of his system.

Unfortunately, going to the gym had another usual effect on him, in that it put him in close proximity with plenty of other guys. Big, muscular guys, the kind that played on a team or did competitive lifting, and as a result were huge with bulging meat all over their immense and powerful frames. Not even baggy shorts were enough to completely hide the tent in his underwear that just being around such attractive men caused in the little dog.

Barkley had come to terms years ago with the fact that he had a hair trigger for erections. That, and his tendency to bottom for people he liked, led him to privately joke with friends that he was constantly chasing a bone. That didn't stop him from being a little self-conscious about the fact when he was surrounded by people he found most attractive, and therefore gave him more and harder boners than anyone else. The running helped, and a long soak afterwards did more, but all in all, a trip to the gym came with the expectation that he'd have a stiffy for most of the time.

If completely honest with himself, he would have admitted that this time, he hoped for that sort of distraction. Although he was hardly big enough downstairs to legitimately have a problem of lacking proper blood flow to the brain, it was usually a bit of a challenge to think clearly when the lower brain was engaged. Normal thoughts came sluggishly, while lewd ones pushed them aside, until the college pooch either indulged the base impulse that drove them, or took to grinning like a fool, usually with a little drool on his muzzle and a larger leak in his underwear.

Given exams looming in the near future, it was mostly empty that evening at the gym, leaving Barkley without much eye candy to tantalize him. Feeling just the slightest bit disappointed, he made his way to the lockers and showers, but not before a thudding sound reached his ears, besides the upbeat music thrumming throughout the area. Perking up at the noise, coming from the section devoted to fight sports, he decided to take a peek in before getting cleaned up.

He didn't usually go into that area. At only five and a half feet tall and barely a hundred-twenty pounds, there wasn't much chance of him getting into boxing, wrestling, or any other martial arts. The shep just wasn't built for it. At most, he'd done some gymnastics, so he was fit and quite flexible, but too short and lithe to be a match for a fighter of any size or skill. Despite that, he'd always had a certain fascination with sports like that, mostly because of the large, muscular men that filled the ranks. As he came around the corner, he was treated to the sight of one such fighter in the middle of some drills near the far wall, the only other person in the gym at that moment.

The other male was also a canine, although with a mixed ancestry that hinted at some larger, sturdier breeds in him, possibly even a little wolf blended in somewhere along the line. Looming at close to seven feet tall, with what looked like a half-ton of bulging muscles all over him, the guy was a beast of a man, his gray-furred frame easily visible from across the room. Barefoot, working on a heavy punching bag without even wraps on his knuckles or feet, it was obvious what the noise Barkley had heard before was from. The only surprise was that the sound had carried so far, but given his massive frame and the way he walloped the bag each blow, there was no question that this huge canine had been the one to catch his attention.

This was the sort of guy that the shep fantasized about. Night after night, he would fall asleep vainly wishing that one might come into his life from out of the blue and sweep him up on some grand romantic journey. His dreams usually followed the same theme, greatly sexualizing the encounters he imagined, enough that on many occasions he woke up to a warm, sticky mess in his underwear. Realistically, however, he knew that those dreams would never come true. The alpha males of the world were only interested in each other. Not short, skinny little runts that made even average sized men look large by comparison. Knowing that didn't mean that he couldn't watch, wonder, and consume an alarming amount of pornography in his free time.

He'd only intended to watch for a short while, perhaps a couple of minutes at the most, but Barkley ended up staring at the fellow as he kept working the bag for a long while. Time after time, whether punches, kicks, elbows, knees, or shoulder charges, the larger canid slammed into the bag hard enough that every now and then, the shep could feel a tremor of the impacts traveling through the ground. Minutes passed, and still he pummeled away at it without ever seeming to tire. If anything, he grew faster and more aggressive.

He's a monster, the dog thought to himself as he watched, shocked at just how strong the other male seemed to be. Every blow made the heavy bag dent in and crumple for a moment, swinging wide after the particularly hard hits. That wasn't what made Barkley, without even realizing he was doing it, wander over for a closer look, though. It was the way his massive body moved between each technique. Stepping with a speed and grace that he would have associated more with a dancer, the fighter set himself up at different angles to the bag to try out different moves and combinations, each one showing as much skill as strength.

The huge canine was a lot more flexible than the shep would have given credit to someone so big, lifting his leg to attack the bag with high kicks, enough that the dog had a clear view between the other male's legs. Unsurprisingly, there was a thick, hefty bulge in the fighter's forest green shorts, bouncing in the stretchy fabric with every kick or shift of his weight. He'd never seen anything like that before, and Barkley instinctively reached up to his muzzle to check for any sign of drooling, finding the other male intensely attractive.

From a physical standpoint, he was very nearly the ideal man in the shep's eyes. Although he hadn't gotten a clear look at the martial artist's face just yet, his body was a herculean dream, the kind that must have drawn constant lust and envy. As he executed a leaping spin kick, nearly crushing the heavy bag at the point of impact, there was a moment where Barkley thought he looked absolutely beautiful in motion. Then, he came thudding down hard to his feet, finally dropping his fighting stance with a quiet grunt. It seemed like he was done with his routine.

That should have been the shep's cue to turn and go, before he was caught gaping like a weirdo, but for some reason it just didn't click. Maybe it was being awestruck by watching someone so massive soar through the air to deliver a brutal kick, or maybe it was just thinking a little too hard with the lower brain, but he kept still as the other canine gathered a nearby towel and turned to head for the lockers and showers. The very same direction that Barkley stood. Seeing the small dog there staring made the fighter stop in his path, casting a muddled look over.

He really was quite handsome in an almost feral sort of way, Barkley noted, just as it dawned on him that he was still staring like a goober. Golden eyes that had a bit of a wild look to them, confirming his suspicion of some wolf ancestors, stared back, locked onto his baby blues just as he quickly turned to leave, feeling the heat of embarrassment climb into his neck, cheeks, and ears. He practically fled for the locker room, hearing a gruff-sounding "Hey!" coming from behind. Quickly turning the combination to his particular locker, able to hear and practically feel heavy footsteps approaching, the shep did the first thing that came to mind; he turned sideways and stuffed himself into the narrow space inside the locker.

It wasn't a moment too soon, either. The larger canine came into the locker room just seconds after the door was shut, taking a long, slow look around the area, muttering under his breath to himself. Barkley could just barely see him through ventilation slits in the locker door, but clearly heard him as he padded about, searching. After a circuit of the room, the shep began to think that he might have successfully hid himself, but then he heard sniffing, and had to stifle a disappointed sigh. There was no way a fellow canine could miss his scent, not with the sweat on him from the run he'd finished earlier.

He counted out several long seconds before hearing a couple of raps against the door of the locker. "I know you're in there, fella. Care to open up and explain yourself?"

The guy spoke softly, but had such a growly tone to his voice that the shep was almost afraid of what would happen when he opened up. Then again, he was honestly more worried what might happen if he didn't. There was always the chance that someone so strong could just rip the door off and yank him out, and he didn't want to risk it, especially knowing that a lot of unbelievably beefed up guys used steroids and other weird chemicals that could make them volatile. Using his considerable ability to twist and contort himself, Barkley reached for the inner latch, opening the door to find most of the view blocked by the fighter's looming frame. Bent over to peer into the locker, he looked even bigger up close, one eyebrow cocked in a confused and stern expression.

"I didn't mean to stare," Barkley began, still ducked back into the locker, curled up as small as he could make himself, ears flattened back and eyes cast down. "I just heard you from the other room and was curious so I went to watch but just for a minute and it was really cool and I sorta forgot I was watching and I'm sorry and it won't happen again so -" He stopped his rambling when he felt a massive paw on his upper arm, and a moment later found himself pulled out onto into the room again. Even free to move about, he still felt dwarfed and utterly intimidated by the pinnacle of canine masculinity still holding him.

"I meant explain why you were hiding." To his surprise, the bigger male took the time to stand him up straight, brushing over his head and pulling his ears up to a normal position, rather than tucked back in fear. Flashing a confident grin, the hulking canid added, "I know perfectly well you just wanted a look see, and totally understand why." As if to emphasize the point, he made his pecs do a little dance, straining the already taxed tank top plastered to his front by sweat.

Within arm's reach, there was no way that Barkley could miss or ignore the small details. The way each bulging muscle was defined even underneath the fabric, from where it could barely hold all the bulk. The sweat making the shirt even more clingy carried a musky smell that made the shep's nose twitch, potent male pheromone stimulating primitive parts of his brain that debated between three classic options: fight, flight, or fuck. At that moment, the latter two were neck and neck with each other. Not daring to believe that he was witnessing anything but a tease, he still couldn't help the instant boner that sprung up as he watched the other male's muscles flex and bounce enticingly. At a loss for words, he tried to form some sort of coherent explanation, but most of what came out was a bunch of mumbled nonsense syllables, ending in a soft whimper.

Suddenly, there was a fingertip pressed to his lips, a moment later poking his nose, silencing him entirely. "Alright, let's try this again." With a sigh that came out more as a growly huff, the towering brute stuck out a massive paw to Barkley. "James Kirsch. Put 'er there, fella." Wordlessly, the shep made a ginger reach for the extended limb, intending to quickly shake and pull back, but before he could, the bigger male's paw closed around his, practically swallowing it in a grip he couldn't escape. "There ya go. Shakin' like a couple of normal, civilized men. What's your name?"

"B-Barkley Shepard."

As soon as the mumbled reply came out, the other's eyebrow went up again, with a doubtful expression on his face. "Seriously?" he rumbled, laughing when Barkley nodded, the shep's eyes dropping to the floor again. "Well, good to know ya, Barkley. So, tell me. Why hide in that locker?"

"I thought you'd be mad. That you'd beat me up or something..."

A finger lifted his chin, forcing him to look up, where he saw a thin, sad smile on the other canine's face. "Am I really that scary?"

"I saw what you did to the bag," he pointed out, barely managing to keep a tremor out of his voice.

"Pff, that's a bag. You're a person," James muttered with a snort. "I meant it before. I get why you'd wanna watch. Hell, I'd watch in your position." His smile broadened, and before the shep's eyes, there was suddenly warmth coming from the hulking male's otherwise grim, almost feral looking visage. "I'm not whatever kind of monster you think I am. Promise."

"Okay... Does that mean I can go?"

"Yeah, of course." He still hadn't let go of the shep's paw, and with a little tug, pulled him in closer, leaning down to meet him nearer to eye level. "Once I'm sure you're not gonna be scared outta here permanently." He was about to question, when James put his muzzle near Barkley's ear, his voice more soothing the softer he spoke, despite still having a growling edge to it. "I can smell ya, remember? You're scared to hell, but you also like what ya see."

The smaller canine just gulped the lump in his throat, not saying anything as James pulled back, stopping to look at him nose to nose. "Let me show ya that you've got nothing to be afraid of. What do you say?" Finally, he released Barkley's paw, who clutched it to his chest protectively, earning a disappointed look from the larger male.

"Alright, I guess," he agreed, if for no other reason than to appease the fellow for the moment. As soon as it was out, that warm, almost radiant smile returned, and he got a slap on the back that nearly knocked him over.

"Good man!" While he recovered, James got to his feet. "Get your shower stuff, fella. It's about time to get cleaned up."

Still feeling quite intimidated, and not knowing why, he did as he was told, receiving a pat on the head as he gathered up the items, ushered along by the massive brute of a man toward the shower area. Oddly enough, even though he was still scared, the gesture was a little comforting to him. "You like truth or dare?" James questioned as they went, walking slowly to compensate for Barkley's much shorter stride. Not a particularly adventurous soul, he'd never played it in earnest, but it had always been strangely appealing somehow despite that, so he nodded. "Good. Let's play, shall we?" By then, they'd reached the showers, and James threw back the curtain of one, placing his washing gear on a shelf inside and turning on the hot water. "Truth, or dare?"

Figuring that this was going to end up with him embarrassed somehow no matter what, he went for the gutsy option. "Dare."

That got the bigger canine to nod slowly, looking impressed. "Alright. I dare ya to get undressed for me. Right here, right now."

"You first," he huffed with sudden defiance that surprised himself, hugging his arms around his own stomach, feeling rather self-conscious about his diminutive frame compared to the herculean monster canine. What did he want to see on such a small guy in the first place, the shep wondered.

"Nuh uh, that's not how it works." Stuffing his huge paws into the pockets of his gym shorts, James leaned against the shower stall divider with a smirk. "Tell ya what, though. If it'll help, I'll strip piece by piece with ya."

That caught Barkley's attention, and judging by the way he seemed to want to show off his body, both by his manner and his just-too-snug clothing, guessed that it was probably a genuine offer. If nothing else, he might get a little eye candy. "Alright," he agreed, turning to expose his backside, again feeling highly inadequate.

"Nope." He glanced over his shoulder, finding James stepping closer to loom over him. "Look me in the eye while you do it." There didn't seem to be any arguing with him, so the shep turned back, craning his neck up to meet the other's gaze. Slowly, he started to pull his t-shirt off, watching another smile crest James' muzzle, and then the other man lifted his arms to peel his tank top off.

It was difficult to not let his eyes drift, wanting to see every detail he could of the hunk's brawny physique, but each time they began to stray, he heard a gentle, "Hey," urging him to look back up, focusing on the golden irises of the other. They had an odd glint to them, his stare unflinching and unsettlingly predatory to Barkley, but his smile seemed genuine. Before he knew it, there was nothing left for either of them to take off, except for a silver chain necklace around James' powerful neck, a cross shaped charm dangling from it. Once more, Barkley held himself tightly, trying to cover up his nakedness.

"Show me," the larger canine insisted. Reluctantly, the shep lowered his arms, feeling his whole face and neck radiating the heat of embarrassment, casting his eyes down and to the side. For his size, he wasn't all that bad. Rather average, nothing to write home about, but nothing to sneeze at either. Still, he wasn't accustomed to showing himself off, especially since he was so short and slender for his breed. "Turn around." He didn't bother to argue or resist, taking a slow spin with shaky steps before finally making it back around, feeling James' eyes all over him the whole time.

"Jeez, you really are a skittish little fella. Too scared even to enjoy the view."

The way he said it was almost enough to convince Barkley to look back up. Was he starting to hear something in that gruff tone, more than just the powerful insistence of what he was certain was an alpha male? He wasn't sure, but he thought so. Maybe. What, and why, nagged at him though.

"Come on, now. Untuck that tail and take a look." Slowly, he raised his eyes to meet the other man's, finding the same warm smile as before. A simple nod gave him the courage to start, looking up and down the fighter. In some ways, given how tight his clothing had been, there wasn't much left to surprise him. Other than thick tufts of fur on his chest and shoulders forming a sort of half-hearted mane, more trailing down his stomach, and a collection of light marks in his coat indicating old scars, he looked exactly as Barkley anticipated. The muscles were just as large and perfect as they had been in his overactive imagination, shifting and pushing against each other anytime James made the slightest move, competing for space with each other. The only real surprise was finding just how endowed that the guy was.

First, despite how big they'd seemed before, his nuts dangled low and heavy between his legs, even larger than the shep had guessed they'd be from his clothed bulge. Each one looked like it would fill an entire paw and then some. The more impressive sight, however, was the sheath jutting out above them. Even unaroused, it was clear that the man was packing a mighty tool, the tip of it just barely peeking out of the fuzzy pocket, which Barkley was certain had a girth comparable to his wrist. He at first mistook the damp fur and trickles on it as stray water from the shower, or sweat from his previous workout, but a delicate sniff even from the distance between them told that it was actually leaked precum.

"Holy crap," the shep muttered, which got a hearty laugh out of his much larger companion. Suddenly, the brute was draping his arms over the divider walls, practically hanging from them in a nonchalant way that showed off even more his immense muscular frame. Almost too late, Barkley wiped across his chin, finding a definite drool trail from where his jaw had hung open in awe. Knowing he'd find a throbbing stiffy down below, he pushed a paw down to try to hide it, despite realizing it was far too late to conceal.

"Mhm, he definitely likes it," James rumbled with a crooked grin. "C'mere, Bark. Join me." He just stood, staring dumbfounded for a moment, before the taller canine stood aside, ushering him into the shower stall with a wave of his arm. Feeling like he was on autopilot, the shep went in, right into the heated spray. Once he was there, he heard the curtain close behind both of them, and felt the presence of the larger man standing behind him, heavy paws coming to a rest on his shoulders.

For a brief, terrifying moment, Barkley was sure that James was going to take advantage of him. As much as he found the canine attractive, he was equally afraid of him. This was a guy who could overpower him with no trouble at all, have his way, and leave the shep hurting on the floor, all evidence of his suffering washed away by the water. Just thinking that made his heart pound, and he began to feel sick to his stomach.

"Is the water too cold?" he heard. "You're shivering."

"N-no. It's fine." Without warning, he was turned around, picked up under the arms and lifted to eye level with the giant canine, before being placed up on the same sturdy shelf that held all the shampoo and body wash. He saw an expression of genuine concern there in his companion's features, mixed with a certain level of hurt feelings, and what the shep thought was a touch of anxiety.

"Listen to me," James urged. "I'm not gonna hurt you. Put it out of your mind. Okay?"

"Butbut - "

"Shhhh." Once more, the fingertip came to touch his lips. "Just relax. Take a deep breath with me." Still shaking, his chest hitching, he did, watching the golden eyes of the other man as he took in the steam building in the shower, holding it for a moment, and finally letting it go. "That's it. Take it in slow, and let all the bad out."

It took several before he could do it without a hitch, but finally, his heart slowed, and the sick feeling went away. He was still confused and wary, but with more of the same curiosity that had led him to peek in the workout room in the first place. "Ready to listen?" After a moment's hesitation, the shep nodded, still following James' eyes. No matter what, they stayed locked onto his, always showing the same piercing focus that unnerved him.

"I know this is odd, but I just wanna take a shower with you." After a moment, he laughed, looking down slightly, looking both oddly bashful and flirtatious at the same time. "Well, truthfully I'd like more, but for now let's just start there."

"A shower," Barkley echoed doubtfully.

"I need one. You need one. Sharing conserves water. Besides, how many chances come up for you to get naked with somebody like me, eh?" He held up a bottle of body wash. "I wash your back, you wash mine. It feels good, and comes with bragging rights."

"I get why I would want to. But why would you?"

"I like the company." Opening the bottle, he waved it under Barkley's nose, letting the scent waft up to him, an invigorating and minty aroma that appealed to the shep. "Interested?"

There was an odd way that he tilted his head as he asked, with that endearing grin he kept flashing, that made it hard to say no. Not in the same way that it was difficult to refuse any other alpha, but more in that Barkley felt genuinely tempted and persuaded somehow. Reluctantly, he agreed, and James handed the bottle over, reaching for the shep, thick tail giving a happy wag. "I'll do you first," he offered, getting some of the cleansing gel into his paws and quickly lathering it up a little. "My turn. Truth." After seeing the baffled look on the smaller dog's face, he explained. "To play!" As those huge mitts touched Barkley's slim chest and began to rub, he understood that it referred to the game from before.

"No dare for you?" he noted, simultaneously surprised and starting to feel relaxed. Even though he'd never bathed or groomed with another man before, there was something oddly soothing about it. The other male's paws were big enough to span his entire width, but worked suds into his short coat gently, almost delicately.

"Maybe I'm not as brave as you are. Go on. Ask me something."

He had a hard time buying that, but he asked the most obvious question in his mind. "Why me?"

"Easy. I like you." He showed a crooked grin as Barkley just stared at him blankly. "You might not have noticed me before, but I noticed you."

"Why would you notice a runt like me?"

"Everybody here notices you, Bark. You're kinda infamous. They call you G-spot, or Dribbles."

As soon as he heard the nicknames, his ears drooped and all the good feeling he had from being washed soured. "I didn't mean to be a nuisance..." He knew that he could never show his face there again without always thinking that everyone was watching him and waiting for him stare or spring a boner.

"Hey, hey. I'm not telling you to make you feel bad. I swear." One finger was all it took to lift his chin back up, and a warm smile started doing the same for his spirits. "I've seen the way you look at the big fellas in the gym. I'd kill to get you to look at me like that."

"What look is that?"

"Like you just saw the face of God, and he gave you an orgasm."

He'd known it could be bad, but that description made his whole head burn with embarrassment, which for some reason made James chuckle. "Do I not give you that look?"

"You look at me like I'm about to bite your throat out." After he apologized, the massive male just shrugged, like it wasn't a big deal. "Eh, you get used to it when everybody looks at you that way." He gave a nod, still gently washing the shep, working along his arms and legs with a thick layer of suds. "Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

He showed a broad smirk. "Is your name really Barkley Shepard?"

"Yeah, I know," the short dog grumbled. "I think after coming up with names for four other siblings, my parents were running out of creativity."

"I get that, but... Barkley? I mean, come on."

"It was my great grandfather's name."

"Oh, so your family has a history of passing down terrible names?"

"Alright, well where's your name come from, if it's so much better?" the shep challenged with a huff.

"Nowhere special," he admitted, reaching up to wash over Barkley's head. As he did, the dog practically melted, feeling the tender caress of blunt fingers go over his ears, more carefully than even his parents had ever been. "I'm a mutt, through and through. Malamute, akita, husky, what have ya."

"Wolf?"

"Yeah, about a quarter." He showed a thin smile. "You can tell?"

"You look... wild."

"Like a monster?" he teased, adding a throaty "Rawr," afterwards. "But yeah. I am a little wild."

"S-Sorry... I didn't mean it like that."

"It's not so bad. People don't mess with me, thanks to looking like I'm pissed off and crazy all the time." As he tended to the shep, his large paws cupped each of Barkley's cheeks, and for a moment, there was a wistful look on his face. "I wish I had eyes like yours, though."

That got the dog squirming and sputtering. "Why?"

"They're so... I dunno. Soulful. Innocent." The more he tried to explain, the more Barkley became embarrassed. "It was the first thing I noticed about you after catching a glimpse. They're beautiful."

After debating for several seconds, during which he got gentle scritches under his chin and jawline to help clean there, Barkley admitted, "I like your smile. You know, if it helps."

James paused, the bright flash of tooth he'd been talking about slowly appearing. "Do ya?" After getting a nod, he laughed, and to Barkley's surprise, actually broke eye contact for a moment with a bashful dip of his nose toward the ground. "Well, thanks, Bark. I'll be sure to show it as much as I can." He drew in closer, starting to wash Barkley's back, still beaming with an extra brisk tailwag, clearly pleased. "Your turn. What's your pick?"

"Truth."

"Mkay. Who's hurt you?"

The question came out so bluntly that Barkley flinched. "How did...?"

"You don't get as skittish as you are overnight from nothing."

His insight was eerie, and for a long while, Barkley was quiet, trying to avoid the golden-eyed gaze of the fighter, without much success. "My older brothers."

"Mhm. I knew as soon as you called yourself a runt."

"It's not that bad," he insisted. "They're nice a lot of times."

"But when they're not?"

"Mostly pranks. Stupid nicknames and jokes on me. They'll tackle and wrestle me, but it's just play now." He paused, clearing his throat. "They sorta calmed down after they choked me out by mistake once and accidentally broke my wrist trying out some takedown they saw on Cops. Mom and dad were furious. They all handled me with kid gloves after that." To his surprise, even though it was a 50/50 guess, James held the wrist that had been broken and gave his paw a squeeze. "Can we, uh... not talk about that? I really don't wanna think about it..."

"Yeah, of course. My turn. Truth." By this time, the shep was clean and needed a rinse, so James helped him down to the floor, letting him stand in the spray. It was Barkley's turn to tend to the hulking wolfdog, and looking at all there was to scrub, he wasn't even sure where to start.

"Again?" he questioned, beginning with what was right in front of him, the slab of muscle that made up the man's chest and abs. It was just as firm as he'd imagined, and before he could really begin working lather into his fur, thick with a deeply masculine aroma that made his head swim a little.

Once more, a crooked smile came on the larger canine's face. "Like I said, not as brave as you." To the shep's surprise, the washing, which bordered more on reverently massaging, made James groan softly, leaning his bulky frame in against Barkley's paws. He didn't notice at first, but the longer that he rubbed and scrubbed, the more and more aroused the larger male became, until the tip of his drooling, over a foot long rod was aimed squarely up at the smaller dog's chin.

Once he finally saw it, Barkley backed away with a shocked yelp. It was huge, bigger than even he'd imagined, and as much as he wanted to out of respect, he couldn't stop staring at it. "Sorry, I didn't mean to..." he tried to say, words slurred from his mouth already watering just at the sight of the impressive cock.

"Hey, relax, Bark. Relax!" A paw on his shoulder stopped him from retreating, and when he looked up he saw there was still an amused smile on James' muzzle. "It's just a boner. I know it's big, but what's the freak out for?"

"I'm not... Not supposed to... you know..."

"No, I don't."

It took him a long while to finally answer, and when he did, it was a barely audible mumble. "Runts don't get alphas excited."

Unexpectedly, James lowered himself to his knees, golden eyes locked onto Barkley's baby blues, irises making half-moons from where his brow was furrowed in an angry scowl that made the small dog retreat. "You and I are gonna have a talk later about bullshit like that. For now, here's the facts. I got a boner, it's for you, and I'm one hundred percent okay with that." After that, he grabbed the shep's paws and put them back on him. "Now, wash." As soon as the little dog began, the stern look softened, and when he spoke next, it was with a very gentle tone. "You never asked your question."

He scrubbed silently over the muscle hunk's broad shoulders, working up his thick neck and over his head without saying a word, just looking into his wild, piercing eyes the whole time. "If you... um..." Barkley gestured down between the wolfdog's legs, not daring to look again because he didn't want to start drooling. "That doesn't mean that you're... uh... into me. Right?"

"You really gonna ask me a dumb question you should already know the answer to?"

"You can't, though," the shep insisted. "It doesn't happen."

"No?"

"I'm a runt."

James let out a long sigh that trailed off into a growl. "You ever consider that I might like runts? That maybe they're sweet, and that's something I value?" He paused while Barkley tended to his ears, shutting his eyes for the duration. "I used to date alphas. It sucks. Everything is a dick-measuring contest. There was always a fight about something stupid, once they realized I'm not as scary as I look." When the shep was done and James opened his eyes, there was a sad look in them. "All that stuff you saw me do to the bag? I had to use some of that on my boyfriends, because they wouldn't back down. Wouldn't just listen when I said no."

"You had to fight them?"

"It's no different in private than it is on the field or in the ring. Always competing. Always physical when no one is willing to submit." His gaze wavered as he said, "I probably shouldn't tell you this, but the last one, I had to elbow in the throat. You know why? Because I didn't want to bottom for him." He gestured at some of the telltale light marks in his fur that indicated old injuries. "Not since he kept giving me these with bites and claws, even after I told him to stop."

Wincing, Barkley reached over to place a paw gingerly over one of the old scar marks, surprised to feel the muscle tense for a moment under his light touch. "That's terrible."

"It is. You don't hurt anyone who doesn't deserve it. Especially not people you love."

The shep began to wash over James' arms, unable to resist caressing over his huge, swollen biceps while he lathered them up, savoring the feel as he kept staring back into the wolfdog's eyes, feeling oddly spellbound by the golden gaze. "So you like little guys because they're non-threatening."

"It's more than that." Looking frustrated, he took a moment to consider before starting again. "As much as you might watch guys like me, I watch guys like you. Couples. I've never seen the kind of love and sweetness you guys show to each other come from an alpha, and that's what I really want."

"Isn't it pretty much expected that you'd have the adoration of any runt you chose?"

"I'm not like other big dudes that just want to be worshipped. I wanna give something back." He took the shep's shoulders into his massive paws. "I want someone to be sweet to, who'll appreciate it and not take it as a weakness to exploit. I wanna come home and curl up together with cocoa and watch bad movies. I wanna hold paws while out on long walks and talk about nothing. I wanna pounce my guy into bed and wrap him up in cuddles until we both fall asleep holding each other. I wanna spend hours making love that feels good and see a smile on everyone's face instead of a frightened or hurt grimace. Guys like you get those things."

Barkley slowly stopped scrubbing as he listened, more and more surprised by what he heard, until he was filled with a confusing muddle of arousal and embarrassment. The beefed up canid was right, after all. Relationships between the types of men were very different. All the same, he had never considered all that might be lacking between two alphas. All the things that James had mentioned were things that Barkley took for granted as being part of a loving relationship. It was strange, and even stranger to see someone with such a wild, powerful appearance seemingly pining for such gentle qualities.

"Sorry," James abruptly apologized while Barkley was still processing all this new information, releasing his shoulders. "It must sound stupid. But I am jealous as hell of what guys like you have with each other."

"No, that's... Those are nice things."

"You don't sound sure. Like you're confused."

The shep laughed, finally starting to scrub again. "It's not all sunshine and rainbows with guys my size either." Shaking his head slowly, he mumbled, "I just don't get you."

"What's so hard to understand? Little guys appeal to me."

"Alright, I get that. But... I guess I just don't get why you'd like me. Or why you'd be, uh... you know. Attracted."

That earned him a look of utter disbelief from the wolfdog. "Are you kidding? Do you not have any idea how hot you are?" Barkley blushed, silently working his mouth as he struggled to come up with a response to that. "I know, I know. You're small. We've been over that. But look at you. This adorable face, and those eyes of yours, and your ass. Goddamn, Bark, your ass is perfect."

That was enough to make the shep stop what he was doing entirely, eyes dropping to the floor while he fiddled his fingertips against each other. His butt was one of the few things about himself that he considered genuinely appealing. Just full and perky enough that it wasn't exaggerated, he'd been told it was a pleasure to squeeze those times he'd gone to bed with someone.

"Look at me." This time, there was no finger to lift his chin, but he managed to bring his eyes back up, finding James leaned in, almost nose to nose with him. "You're a fucking hot man, Bark. I've wanted to grope and mount you ever since I first saw you get on a treadmill, and that was months ago."

No one had ever put it so bluntly, and that threw him for a loop. Over and over, he repeated the words in his head, always ending up struggling with the concept. "But, why? I'm Dribbles the creeper, pitching tents and drooling over all the hot guys. G-spot shep, with the automatic drip..."

"Bark, seriously. You touched me, and it got me hard and leaking. If not for the water, I'd be making a puddle under us." Sure enough, a glance down showed the shep long strands of precum dangling not just from James' tip, but all along his shaft and even clinging to his balls. "Everybody else makes fun of the drool, but I've fantasized about it running down my nuts while you blow me. Pitch a whole army's worth of tents, for all I care. I'm not much better, and I think you're sexy as hell."

He said it all in such a matter of fact way, it was difficult for Barkley to accept. Sure, there was the erection to illustrate the point, but how could anyone just calmly make those statements if they really meant it? He, for one, didn't just detail all his wildest erotic imaginations to relative strangers. "If that's true, why haven't you said anything until now? Even hello? You talk about fantasies, but I've had wet dreams about huge studs like you since the day I hit puberty. Your nose would've sniffed that out right away. So why wait?"

After having locked gazes with him during the entire previous confession, James dropped his eyes as he uttered the next words. "Because I knew you would be terrified of me."

"Then what's all this about?" he demanded. "Because you're right. I am afraid." Although, at that moment, he felt more confused than anything.

"I wasn't expecting you to be there when I turned around. You caught me off guard. And when you ran, I..." The hulking wolfdog scratched the back of his neck, still looking down. "It hurt. I hate that you felt like you had to run from me. I wanted to show you I'm not the brute that I look like." Finally, he raised his eyes again to meet Barkley's. "I thought maybe if I could get you turned on, like you obviously are by other guys like me, you'd forget about being scared. Maybe you wouldn't need coaxed along into obeying, at some point, and you'd listen. And if you listened, maybe, just maybe..." With a sigh, he rubbed his palms over his face, moving them up and over to smooth back some of the unruly wet fur atop his head. "It was a bad idea. I'm sorry."

With that, James stood up again, moving under the shower spray to rinse himself off, obviously doing his best to look at anything but Barkley, his golden eyes tracing out the lines of grout on the wall like they were suddenly fascinating. He didn't say anything, just brushing away the lather from his fur with his paws as if nothing had happened. At first, that was. As Barkley stood watching, the larger canine squeezed at his own muscles, kneading the brawn, jaw set in a look of stoic determination. It wasn't like how he'd treated Barkley. Instead, the kneads were hard, enough that his claws dug into the skin underneath his shaggy coat. Despite how it must have hurt, he seemed not to feel it.

He needed to say something, a little voice nagged in the back of the shep's head. Hesitantly, not knowing what would come out, he lifted his muzzle. "It's your turn."

"What?"

"Your turn." He watched James glance over his shoulder, one golden eye peering over at him. "Truth or dare?"

The wolfdog remained still and silent for a few seconds, eventually reaching to turn off the water before he came to fully face Barkley. "Dare."

It was hard to find the words, let alone the courage to look him in the eye and say them. But, somehow, with only a little tremble in his voice, Barkley told him, "Have sex with me."

"You don't have to - "

"I want you to," the shep interrupted, taking a deep breath to keep going before he lost all his nerve. "You've been very gentle with me. Very patient. You could just take what you wanted, but you haven't. And all I've done is argue and whine about how it doesn't make sense. So..."

"I don't want to just fuck you." With a growl and a huff, James squatted so he could look more closely at the smaller dog. "Don't you get that?"

"It's a start, though," he pointed out. "And if there's one thing you've noticed, it's that I'm skittish." He reached out to put his paws, shaking slightly, on the larger male's meaty ones, slowly slipping his fingers around to hold them. "I'm not saying no. I'm saying, show me more of what you want me to see first."

Barkley could tell right away that he was softening up the other man, if only by the way he clasped the shep's smaller paws. "At least let me take you home with me if you really want to do this," he quietly insisted after a long pause, "so we can do it properly."

"Properly?"

"Foreplay. Stretching. Lube. On a bed, instead of a gym shower floor. Cuddles in the afterglow."

"Candlelight, flowers, and music to set the mood?" the shep added jokingly.

"If you'd like. Although, I'd have to buy the flowers."

He smiled at first, thinking it was a play off his comment before, but it dawned at him when no smile came back at him. "You're serious."

"I'm willing to do whatever it takes to win you over."

That simple statement sent a flush of heat through him, never having experienced any male even make the claim that they wanted him so badly. "Take me home, James."

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The journey to the wolfdog's house was relatively short, after a quick shake, dry, and putting on street clothes. During the walk over, he held Barkley gently at his side, arm draped over his shoulder to try to keep some of the winter chill away from the still damp G-shep. It rested heavily on his small frame, but he felt oddly comforted by it as they went along.

There weren't many people out and about, but those that were all seemed to stare at them. Barkley knew how odd a pair they were, probably looking more like father and child at a distance, and he began to feel self-conscious. But, each time someone shot an odd stare, James fixed his gaze on them, and moments later they quickly found something else to look at. The martial artist truly had a way of unsettling people, although the shep felt oddly glad for it in those moments.

He'd been warned that there would be other people at the house when they got there: James' housemates, a bunch of other big fellows, athletes like the fighter. True enough, as the door opened, he could hear the sounds of several of them playing a fighting game, trading insults and trash talk. All that noise fell to silence as the two of them came into the living room. For the span of time it took to cross to the far hallway, the game was forgotten, the group of hulked up jocks just staring. He heard one of them murmur to another, "Yo, that's not G-spot is it?"

That was all it took for the floodgates to open. Suddenly, all four guys jumped up and were asking questions, mostly to James, although one actually took the time to sidle up to the shep. "This is Barkley. I think you all know him," he rumbled, making all of them fall quiet. "He's my guest. Treat him with respect." There was a brief silence where they all looked at each other, the subtext of what he'd said sinking in, before glancing at the shep, and then there were various nods and statements of agreement.

"Ey, James. Can I talk to you a sec?" one of them asked, flanked by two of the others, leaving Barkley alone with the last while they all huddled in the kitchen, talking in hushed voices like they weren't still close enough for Barkley to hear what they were saying. Several versions of protest came up, everything from "You're gonna do Dribbles?" to "You'll break the poor guy." One of them even went as far to suggest that if he wanted to get his rocks off, James should have just come to him instead.

"If I wanted you, I wouldn't have brought Barkley, now would I?" He emphasized the shep's real name, discouraging the rest from further using any of the derogatory nicknames they knew for him, which was oddly and deeply touching. Barkley listened to it all, hearing changes in James' voice as he seemed to grow more and more annoyed, which made all the objections slowly weaken, until they were practically begging him not to do it, sounding weirdly concerned for the shep's well-being, for the first time in his memory.

"Sup, shep," the one left with him greeted, offering a fist bump, although looking more than a little troubled as he did it. "You want a brew or anything?"

"I'm good, thanks." He recognized the Doberman as a football player, one that had never been especially nice, but not cruel to him either.

"Look, uh. I know it's none of my business, but you sure about what you're doing here?" It was almost comical, the way he glanced between James and the smaller dog, like he was trying to figure out some complex equation and missing a key piece. "I mean, Kirsch is Grade-A beef, but damn. Aren't you scared?"

"Why, are you?"

The response was clearly unexpected, getting a jaw drop out of the hulking athlete. "Shit, I wouldn't mess with him. He's a badass dude."

Suddenly, there was a low, threatening growl, and everyone froze, including Barkley, as James stalked out of the kitchen. "Since everybody seems to have an opinion, let's make it clear. It's nobody's business who I wanna fuck. He's here because he wants to be here, for as long as he pleases, and I don't wanna hear another goddamn word about it."

"Izzat true?" one of the crowd trailing behind James asked Barkley. "You're gonna let him do ya?"

The shep looked briefly over at James, who simply nodded to him. "Yeah," he said confidently. "I asked him to."

"Fuckin' hell, runt's got stones..."

"There you have it," James concluded, reaching for Barkley's paw. "C'mon, Bark."

As he was led to the hallway, the Doberman that had spoken to him laid a couple of oddly affectionate pats on his head. "I'll pray for ya, pup," he muttered. After that, James unlocked the door to his bedroom and ushered Barkley inside. The last things he heard before the door was closed and locked were two of the housemates muttering to each other, one lamenting how that it wasn't right, letting the small dog go to his doom, while the other questioned who exactly was going to argue with James.

As soon as the door was shut, James leaned back against it with a sigh, eyes closed and rubbing the bridge of his nose as he turned on a soft light. "I'm really sorry about that. I knew it would be weird, but I didn't think it would be... that."

"It's okay," Barkley insisted. "It probably wouldn't have been much better if we'd gone to my apartment instead."

Lowering his arms, he approached the shep and folded him into a warm embrace. "You know I wouldn't hurt you, right? All they know of me is the gruff side I was showing in there. So, don't believe what they were saying about how you aren't safe with me."

"I know. I could tell you were laying it on thick for them." Finally, James showed another of his smiles before letting Barkley go. The small dog took a look around the bedroom, feeling a little of the nervous excitement he usually did just before he went to bed with someone. It was a mostly typical room for a college bachelor. A bed, a desk with a computer, some books on a shelf, a handful of personal decorations. A lot of it was built bigger to accommodate the wolfdog's larger frame, but for the most part, it was fairly ordinary. A couple things caught his eye right away, though. Connected to the computer was an electric piano, and hanging above that on the wall, an acoustic guitar. "You're a musician?"

"Music major," the wolfdog corrected. "I'm thinking about doing film composition."

"Cool... So, that mood music we talked about before..."

James rolled his eyes, but his smile didn't falter. "I can carry a tune, but don't expect a serenade. My singing voice is as rough as my regular one." He reached for the guitar and took it down, fitting the strap over his shoulders. By the way he held it, Barkley recognized that he was left handed.

"My dad used to play. By ear, whatever sort of stuff he liked." He grinned, recalling old childhood memories of when he'd sit with his siblings at their father's feet and listen to him play. "I always wanted to hear Stairway to Heaven." After a moment to find the right fretting, the notes to the first few bars of the song came sounding from the guitar, and right away the shep's tail began to wag. James didn't get very far before stopping, though.

"Heh, sorry. That's all I can remember of how it goes." He settled onto his bed, perched on the edge and patting a spot beside him, taking a second to adjust the tuning as Barkley came to his side. The shep kicked off his shoes as the wolfdog began to play, what he thought was a special rendition of Greensleeves written for guitar. It seemed an odd choice, but as it went on, soft notes plucked rather than strummed or picked, he began to think it was a strangely romantic tune.

"You play beautifully," he complimented, and without faltering, James looked up to show a smile, once more locking his eyes onto Barkley's.

"Beautiful things for beautiful people." Suddenly, he noticed the larger male's tail wagging in rhythm with the song, and for the first time, he didn't look so wild or intimidating. Barkley just stared in wonder, smiling up at the man, who refused to let his gaze go. Eventually, the song came to an end, and James just draped his arms over the guitar, looking relaxed and confident. "How was that?"

"Perfect." Still smiling, he put aside the guitar before turning back to the shep, leaning in slightly. "Why do you always look at me like that?" Barkley questioned. The golden-eyed stare was still odd, but not nearly as unnerving as it once had been.

"Like what?"

"I dunno, like... like you don't want me out of your sight."

"I don't." He leaned in closer, less than an inch away from their noses touching. "How else am I supposed to be able to pounce you at a moment's notice without missing?"

"What am I, prey?" the shep joked, closing the distance so that he could gently rub noses with James in little Eskimo kisses.

"Maybe. I am a little wild, remember?" Then came a slurp across his muzzle, somehow gentle, seductive, and twistedly predatory all at once, making Barkley shiver. "Second thoughts yet?"

"Dozens, but that doesn't mean I want to stop."

"Good." Before he could say anything else, the shep was wrapped tightly in James' arms, lips pressing to his in a kiss that was heated and insistent. He hardly had a chance to start returning it before he felt the larger male's tongue slipping into his maw, lightly tussling with his own. Even though it was clear who had the upper hand and was the more aggressive, he didn't feel overwhelmed or put upon by the way the wolfdog kissed, instead guided into one of the most intensely passionate experiences he'd ever had. No one had ever kissed him quite like that, or continued to do so while slowly shifting, pressing warmly against him.

Eventually, Barkley had to part from the lip lock, gasping for air, but that didn't seem to dissuade James, who took loving nips and nibbles at his muzzle. "You taste good," he rumbled softly between pecks while the shep panted for breath. When Barkley reached to hold his cheeks, the man turned his head and began to suck lightly at his fingertips, tracing a long, thick tongue over their length.

"J-jeez, you really are going to eat me..."

"Nuh." The hold around him loosened, and he blinked as James took each of his paws, lacing fingers together with Barkley's. "Never been with a wolf, have ya?" He shook his head, and before he realized it, the hulking canid had backed him up against the wall, pressing in against him firmly and holding his arms up high, looking down with a smile. "You've been missing out, Bark." Even though he couldn't move, he didn't feel threatened and wasn't in any pain, so he just looked up at James curiously, hoping for further explanation while the wolfdog began to slowly grind his massive body against him. "Before we get much farther, we need to agree on some things."

"What sort of things?"

"I'm an extremely sensual lover," he began, relaxing enough that Barkley slid away from the wall, before finding himself pulled up onto James' front while the wolfdog sprawled on his back. "I get swept up with my partners. Touching, tasting, smelling." Feeling thick paws traveling down his back, Barkley clutched at the other man's shoulders, already aroused and excited without either of them having taken any clothes off. "It can be overwhelming, if you aren't accustomed to it."

"Okay," he murmured, grunting as James lightly squeezed and groped his rump, one cheek in each palm.

"We're going to be all over each other. Exploring, playing, teasing, and enjoying each other's bodies. It's very intimate and satisfying, but we have to trust each other and communicate. If it feels good, let me know. If it doesn't, speak up. If you need a break, tell me. Don't hesitate. Don't worry that I'll get upset. Because nothing will upset me more than to find out that you're not having fun, or I'm accidentally hurting you."

"What are you going to do to me?"

He just showed a smile, eyes already half-lidded with seductive intent. "Everything." A mighty paw brushed over Barkley's head, smoothing back his ears with a smooth swipe across them. "And it's with. Not to."

The shep felt his heart pounding with anticipation, cock throbbing in his pants as he rested on top of James, his tent nestled between a couple of his bulging abs. Every bit he heard from the other male made him more and more excited, along with the strong touches along his body. He couldn't believe that this was happening. That he, the runt that everyone else laughed at, was there, with the body heat of this extremely attractive man soaking into him.

"You're trembling again."

"I know, I'm just... This is so unreal. I'm having a hard time buying that this isn't a dream." Before replying, James rolled carefully until he was propped up on his knees and elbows, gazing down at the shep who came to rest underneath him. Even with his face in partial shadow from soft lamplight, his eyes still gleamed golden, and Barkley noticed slow, friendly wagging of the brawny canine's tail.

"How about now?" he murmured, nuzzling under the small dog's chin and pushing it up to expose his throat, which received a long slurp.

"If this is a dream, I'm gonna need to change the sheets in the morning..."

"That's one thing I will ask of you," James rumbled softly, playing delicately with the shep's ears between his blunt fingers. "If you're getting close to coming, let me know so we can slow down."

"Why?"

"Just trust me. You'll understand when it's time." Barkley nodded, looking up at the hunk with a smile. "Think you're ready?" If he was completely honest, he would have said no, but doubting that he ever would be entirely prepared, he gave another nod. "I need you to tell me. Am I allowed to make love with you?"

Putting it that way made Barkley's cheeks burn furiously. "Y-yeah. I want you to do it."

"And if anything doesn't feel right, you'll tell me?"

"I will..."

The smile on James' muzzle grew wider, the wild gleam in his eyes shining again, and some subtle change went over him. Barkley wasn't sure exactly what it was, but he could almost feel the excitement radiating from the larger male, who backed up enough to let the shep sit up. "Then let's play," he urged with a soft growl, giving a ruffle over Barkley's head.

Not sure what that meant, he got to his knees, tail wagging briskly. Taking a chance, he moved forward, reaching for James' shoulders, intending to grab him and start unzipping the hoodie that the hulking male wore. But before he could get a grasp, the wolfdog retreated again, slipped backwards off the edge of the bed. "Gotta go faster than that, Bark."

He quickly understood, and this time made a pouncing lunge at him, knowing he would get caught. Just as he expected, James pulled him in while he grabbed for the zipper, yanking it down in a smooth motion. The larger canid uttered a deep, "Woof!" and then he felt his own shirt being lifted up, James' paw underneath it.

They both took a moment to shrug their arms out of their respective clothing, grinning at each other and panting with excitement. James was the first, so when Barkley was free to ditch his shirt, he caught the man's lips full against his own, once more hungrily kissing him. He tried to get a hold on James, but every time he came close, he found his paws teasingly batted away, having to fight for balance while the bigger canine manhandled him, touching and squeezing all over.

With an excited growl, Barkley took a teasing nip at the tongue shoved into his maw, which was enough to make James break the lip lock they had. "Oh?" With a crooked grin, the larger male attacked his neck, slurping and grazing his fangs across it lightly, making the shep flinch. "Not gonna hurt ya," he insisted, fitting his large muzzle over Barkley's shoulder and giving him a love bite, which the shep had to admit didn't hurt at all, just putting a little pressure on him.

It felt incredibly strange. None of the other men he'd been with had shown such intensity, or such a predatory streak. A constant flow of nips, nibbles, bites, licks, and kisses all across his neck and shoulders made him groan, and before long, he was returning them to James, raking his claws lightly over the male's carved, bulging chest. "Yeah, that's it, Bark," he encouraged breathlessly, seeming not to tire at all, his massive paws brushing across Barkley's arms and chest over and over.

Without thinking, one of the shep's paws went to a thick, firm pec, fingers circled around the nipple, and squeezed. Almost instantly, James let out a throaty growl, and reacting by instinct, Barkley put his muzzle over the other, taking the gentlest nibble at it before licking and then sucking on it. To his surprise, the wolfdog groaned, slipping to his knees like his strength had given out. Eventually, he lost his balance, and went down to his back on the floor with a heavy thud that shook the whole room, Barkley sprawled across his front and between his legs. Even barely pressed against it he could feel just how hot and hard the bulge in the other man's pants was, and couldn't help but grind against it, biting his lip at the feel of the thick cock brushing his own through each other's jeans.

"Fffuck," James grunted, the eyes he'd shut in apparent pleasure opening back up with extra excitement. "Got a dom streak in ya, eh Bark?" In a second, he was up from the floor, grabbing the shep's paws and fitting their fingers together again, lifting him off his feet. Putting them against the larger canine's tummy, kneading at the chiseled abs there, he hung suspended as they each panted and grinned at each other. "I knew you were special. I could smell it on ya."

"No, it was just an accident," he insisted, concerned that he might be misinterpreting what he thought was arousal and excitement.

"Nah, you knew what to do." Crawling back on the bed on his knees, he let Barkley back down before wrapping him in a tight embrace, taking an ear into his maw and gnawing lightly at it. "You still got a little wild in ya. Gonna be a lot more after tonight." He chuckled, and as Barkley went to push his muzzle away from the ear, James caught the paw between his teeth, holding it carefully. Grabbing the shep's other arm, he used his free paw to fumble with the dog's pants, yanking them down. "You a virgin, Bark?" he managed to say through his clenched teeth.

"No," he replied, showing a bashful smile. Already, there was a dark spot on his bright blue boxer briefs from where leaking precum had stained them.

"Ah, glad to hear somebody else was smart enough to want ya." By then, James had taken Barkley's paws and guided them between his legs, where the shep unzipped him, but not without a couple of squeezes at the fighter's bulge. It was firm and damp, but he could tell that the big fella was still tucked away into his sheath. "Not any guys like me, though..." The shep shook his head, and James wiggled his hips, seductively shedding the pants, nothing but a pair of forest green briefs holding his partly excited tool in check. Briefs that showed more than a little strain, even more soaked than Barkley's. "Their loss," he declared with a lick across his lips that turned into biting the lower one.

James scooted behind the small dog on his knees, guiding Barkley down as well, touching his herculean chest to the shep's slender back. Panting softly, Barkley found himself in a strange embrace, both of James' paws spanning his body, one on his chest and the other on his tummy. Slowly, the lower slid down and dipped into the waistband of his underwear, fingers spreading wide. "What didja do with those lucky fellas?" The shep huffed and squirmed as he felt thick digits caress his groin, his excited member tucked between a couple of them while the padded tips teased at his balls. "Come on, don't be shy. I wanna know what sorta fun things you're familiar with."

He wanted to speak up, but the truth was, all he'd ever done was get plowed. It was a relatively boring sex life, and terribly embarrassing. Most of the men he'd been with had fancied themselves as dominant tops, and so there had been a lot of rough poundings, accompanied by being called all sorts of derogatory things. The shep didn't want to admit that, because deep down he worried that James, who was clearly a partner who took charge, would do the same, with disastrous results.

"Bark?"

The way he spoke softly, even with the growling and lusty undertone, put Barkley more at ease. "I'm okay," he assured. "Just... mmfff." James had nuzzled against his neck, and he was all but seated on the man's thick bulge, which pressed hotly against his butt and rubbed tantalizingly whenever they either one moved.

"You don't wanna tell me, do ya?" He gasped as James started to stroke him slowly, already slick along his length with precum. "I'm not gonna judge." He clutched at the wolfdog's paw on his chest, reaching back and gripping some of the fur on his shoulder in a tightly closed fist as James teased the sensitive tip of his member between fingerpads. "Tell me," he urged.

"I only... ever... got humped..." Barkley managed to pant out, groaning as the teasing began overwhelm his easily stimulated nerves.

"No shame, Bark." Soothing growls came into his ears, and he felt James' powerful body moving against him, the male grinding against his rump in earnest. "Takes a strong, brave man to let someone else fuck him." The shep arched his back and whined, loving the intense feel of the fingers grasping him, his hips and thighs shaking as he tried to keep balanced on his knees. "You wish you could've given it back, though. Don'tcha?" Finally, James slid his paw back, instead circling it around the base of the shep's shaft, balls clasped by the pinky and ring finger while the other two and thumb curled around his cock. Barkley let out a long growl that shifted into a moan, not even realizing that he was gently bucking his hips back and forth until he could catch his breath.

"Oh yeah, ya do. That's good." Already, he had drooled enough precum to have most of the front of his underwear soaked through. "You've not been treated right. I can tell, and I'm gonna fix that. Close your eyes with me." Trusting the wolfdog, he did, feeling his underwear being pulled down at last, cool air hitting his slick shaft. "Picture one of those fellas for me. One you wanted to bone, but you never got the chance." A very clear mental image came floating up, showing the face of a charming Labrador he'd been with once. "Got him? Now..." The fingers grasping him formed a snug fist around his shaft. "Show me how you'd fuck him."

He didn't know why he'd chosen that particular guy to picture. Barkley remembered the experience being pretty lackluster. Lots of degrading him, especially rough with him from beginning to end, like that was what it took to get the guy off. When he began to thrust into James' grip, it was with a growl, emulating that hard pounding that he'd felt with the lab.

"Oh, you don't like him," the hulking hybrid murmured, just holding and grinding against the shep.

"No," Barkley agreed, gritting his teeth. "He called me his bitch. And it hurt!" He kept going for a few more humps before slowing and stopping, just panting. He'd imagined giving it back to the guy before, but even overstimulated by James, it didn't feel good. Nothing about it was satisfying.

"Were there any good ones?"

There had been one, a husky nearly as small as he was. He nodded, and they began again. This time, he took it slowly, thinking of the way that the guy used to smile and make derpy faces, the silly wag of his curly tail. He'd been fun. He'd been gentle. He'd taken the time to jerk Barkley off after he was finished and licked him clean each time. Right from the start, it felt much better.

"Mmm, this guy was good to you," James guessed, rumbling an approving growl against his neck. "He respected you." Panting, the shep began to thrust faster and more deeply, but still with a gentleness to it. "Careful, Bark. Don't blow yet, remember?"

James was right. He was near the edge as it was, and he slowed to a stop, panting and trembling. "I need a break. Let me down, please?"

"Okay." James released him, and he fell forward, barely catching himself. "C'mere and rest for a bit." The wolfdog scooted back against the wall, pulling Barkley over to lay down reclined between his legs.

"J-jeez," he muttered. "You're not even naked, and I'm already worn out." His coat was the slightest bit damp from sweat, partly from the heat of arousal, and partly because of how exciting what they'd done so far had been.

"I told you that it's intense." He began to pet over the shep's head, which made him hum softly. "Are you enjoying it?"

"God, yes..." That earned him a proud chuckle, and a ruffle of his ears. "What you had me do. That was... really weird. What was that all about?"

"You've never had a chance to explore." He lifted his head, finding James' golden stare fixed warmly on him. "You've been taught that you're small and weak, and that you should submit without question. But, that's not your heart."

Struggling with trembling limbs, he turned around to cuddle against the hulking male's chest. "And you know what is?"

"You're frisky. You're feisty." James grinned. "You want it to be fun and feel good."

"Isn't that everyone, though?"

"A lot of people are content just to get off. You, though..." Brushing over shep's cheek, he showed a smaller, but warmer smile. "You want to be treated like an equal. Loved. Have the time taken to tease and tantalize you." He couldn't argue, so Barkley just stayed quiet, regaining his strength while James petted him affectionately. "You're a treat, Bark. I haven't met a guy bold and eager enough to want to fuck me in ages."

"What do you mean?"

"Aw, come on. When I was on the floor?" James showed a crooked grin. "If I'd lifted my tail, you'd have pounced and mounted me right there, no questions asked."

"No, no, I..." His protest fell short when he saw that rather than being amused or annoyed, it seemed to excite and arouse the hunk. "You don't even like to bottom. You said so in the gym."

"I said I didn't like to for that guy," he reminded. "For you? Hell yeah. You'd do me right."

"Are you trying to talk me into it?"

"Is it something you want?"

The smaller canine's mouth worked wordlessly for a few seconds. "I... maybe? I mean, I like to bottom..." Once more, he felt his face burn with embarrassment. It wasn't something he was accustomed to admitting, knowing how people reacted when the truth came out. He'd always gotten the idea that in the eyes of others, it was shameful and made you less of a man.

"Mmm, yeah. It feels nice with the right guy, doesn't it?" Leaning in, James touched noses with Barkley, showing a lewd smile. "A nice, hot piece of meat in ya. Throbbing and spitting, making you all sticky and wet inside..."

"Damn, you're perverse," Barkley exclaimed, laughing and shoving the brute's broad shoulders, which did almost nothing to move him.

"What? Sex is completely normal and good for ya, Bark." Grinning, he lightly pushed the shep over, keeping him on his back with a thick paw on the chest, while he fiddled with his briefs. "Don'tcha wanna hear me talk about my thick, meaty shaft and how good it's gonna feel when I slip it in, and leave dribbles going down your leg when we're done?"

"James, seriously!"

"I'm totally serious! Look!" He managed to fish his dick out through the window slit in his briefs, letting the semi-soft shaft dangle where Barkley could see it. "Look," he repeated more gently.

He didn't really need the second urging. As soon as it was in view, Barkley's eyes were locked on to the hefty male organ. It truly was huge and intimidating, the sort of thing that porn stars would have killed for. Pre-emptively, he lifted a paw to help counter the saliva that was already building in his mouth, but before it got there, James grabbed it. "Don't."

"B-but, I'm gonna..." Already, he had to lick his lips and swallow just to finish the sentence. "Drool... I don't want you to see that."

"I don't wanna see that paw on your mouth, Bark." He moved the shep's appendage to place it on him, fingers unable to circle entirely around his girth. "There. That's a much better place."

Barkley froze once it was in his paw. It twitched with even the slightest movement of his fingers, a pulse gently throbbing in the partly firm member. The skin was both slick and tacky with precum, with more drips forming at the tip even as he watched.

"C'mon, Bark. You act like ya never touched a dick before." Not one like that, he wanted to say, but he kept swallowing to keep his mouth as dry as he could. "It won't bite. I promise." Unable to resist getting a closer look, he scooted over since he wasn't being held down anymore, giving an experimental squeeze. Instantly, the member reacted, stiffening noticeably and leaking more heavily. "Easy there. This slot I'm through is pretty snug. Hold on."

After gently detaching Barkley's grip, James lifted himself up enough to slide his underwear down, giving the shep full access between his legs. "Ahh, that's better," he declared, giving himself a brief shake once he was fully naked, making his shaggy coat ruffle out. Barkley reached out again, touching the male's shaft with both paws, caressing it almost reverently until it came to full mast. "Your fingers are magic. Rrf, that feels nice."

Still staying quiet, the shep found himself being coaxed to sit up, winding up nose to nose with James, who panted softly, his huge chest swelling and relaxing noticeably with each breath. "Are you really that embarrassed about drooling?" Knowing better than to try to look down, he nodded slightly with an audible gulp, still lightly brushing fingertips over the other male's hefty shaft. "Lemme show you something, then." A paw on his backside held the shep pressed against James, straddled across one of his tremendously muscled thighs, the underside of his cock running along the smaller male's leg and touching his lower abdomen.

"Remember how I was touching you before?" the wolfdog asked, closing Barkley's fingers around the tip of his member. "Just do that until I tell you to stop, and watch."

It wasn't quite so simple to duplicate what the other man had been doing. For one, the fingers and dick involved were nowhere close to comparable in size with the previous situation. The shep had to improvise, combining the work of all ten fingers with his palms. After only a few seconds, dribbles of fresh precum made it a little easier, letting his skin slide smoothly over that of the stiff organ, his nose twitching at the scent drifting up to him from below.

While he gently rubbed and worked on James, he watched carefully for any sign of change in the male's face. At first, the only noticeable difference was that he took in deeper, faster breaths. Then, a twitch of his lips, slowly parting and showing clenched teeth. As Barkley kept squeezing, rolling his slick palms over the glans of his partner's cock, he could see a gradually building excitement, until the James was gasping and shivering, gripping at the bedsheets with the paw not holding him.

"That's it, Bark. Kee - nnngh! Keep going..." A few more of those rolling slides across him made the hugely muscled canine bare his fangs in with a throaty growl that descended into a moan, eyes shut in apparent ecstasy. Even more fluid leaked from him, and still Barkley kept up the motions, watching as James' squirmed, feet pawing at the bed, every muscle in his body tensed. On a whim, he curled his fingertips in, brushing at the edges of the glans, very lightly pulling before the slickness let them roll over it. Almost instantly, James bit his lower lip and lifted his chin with a loud groan, making a thud against the wall with the back of his head: once, twice, three times, his eyes shut so tightly that for a moment Barkley thought he was in pain. Then came a deep, shaky breath, back arched and muzzle lifted high.

Once more, James bit his lip, the arm holding Barkley clutching almost desperately at him, while his whole body shook, the hulking canine grinding his shaft against the smaller male's front like it would give some kind of relief. A short, strangled whimper preceded a long and drawn out "FFFFFFUCK!" The word was punctuated both by a hot splash across Barkley's paws and stomach, as well as a fly of spittle from his muzzle. After that, the shep almost stopped, taking a quick look down and thinking that James must have had an orgasm, but streaks of clear matting his fur showed that it was only more precum, shot hard enough that it coated most of his abdomen. He kept up the rubbing and teasing, and the wolfdog was reduced to writhing, crying out softly as even more poured out of him, his head tossing side to side and flinging more drops of spit, some of them hitting the shep.

"God, stop! Barkley, for the love of God, please!" he begged at last, words slurred so heavily that the dog only barely understood, quickly removing his paws from the other male. Backing away slightly when James let him go, he went wide-eyed, thinking that he'd done something wrong. The wolfdog sat with both paws tucked between his legs, which he shut firmly, pulling his knees up around them. For several seconds, all he did was tremble and pant, before a shuddering sigh left him, his whole body seeming to relax after that. Finally, he opened his eyes and turned his head to look over at Barkley.

With his ears tucked back, eyes half-lidded, and still panting, he hardly even looked the same. The surprise was enough that the smaller male almost missed the most important detail. Coating his chin, thickly enough that drips fell from it, was more saliva than Barkley had even produced during even his most awe-stricken moments. "Are you okay?" he questioned.

James reached out for him with a shaky paw, finding his shoulder and walking fingers along it to grasp the back of his neck, pulling him in closer. Carefully, he touched his forehead to Barkley's, their muzzles side by side, hot breath caressing his cheek. So close, he had no choice but to stare into the golden irises of James' gaze, gleaming bright as ever, full of energy that the rest of him seemed to lack at that moment.

"Shut the fuck up about the drool, Bark," he rumbled in a husky murmur.

Retreating slightly, the shep could see that he wore a smile, a cheeky one at that with the tip of his tongue peeking out between his teeth. Barkley wiped one of his paws clean on his own chest before touching it to James' muzzle, gently brushing the moisture away. Once he was done, but before he could pull away, the wolfdog caught a finger between his teeth, gently gnawing and sucking on it, and he couldn't help grinning back. "Thanks, James."

"Just doing my best to make you feel comfortable."

The shep could hardly believe the lengths that this man went to put him at ease and allay all of his fears. Watching James slowly slip to the side after releasing him, Barkley realized that he felt more satisfied, more cared for, better in practically every way compared to any of the other times that he'd had sex with someone. The notion was especially shocking to him given that so far they hadn't even had what he normally thought of as actual sex. Although, James was beginning to change his mind on that subject.

The wolfdog had spoken truly before. What they did was intense and exhausting, but left him feeling wonderful. In the past, sex had seemed oddly impersonal, something that both parties did to fill some kind of base need. This time, however, Barkley felt connected to his partner, in a way that went beyond simple attraction and arousal. On some level, it was about more than just indulging each other in physical pleasures, or even the emotional fulfillment that came with what they were doing. He was learning, not just about James, but about himself. Possibilities he'd never even considered before were suddenly laid out clearly before him, thanks to the giant of a canine.

Resting on his side, James looked up from below at the shep, showing him another smile. Moving to mirror his position, Barkley reached out, this time knitting his fingers between the other man's. "Are you always like this with all your partners?" he questioned, enjoying a calm, quiet moment while the hunk regained his energy.

"Not to this extent, no." He seemed happy to have the little dog close, slowly walking the fingertips of his free paw lightly over Barkley's side. "Most people don't even want this. It's too intimidating for them. Too intimate. Too much work. Too slow and gentle."

"Well, I like it."

"I thought you would. Seems like people who haven't always been treated very well gravitate to things like this." Very carefully, he slipped one of his legs over both of Barkley's, using it to pull him in closer, until he had his larger, stronger ones entwined with the shep's.

"How did you get into it, then?"

"I watch a lot of porn." Barkley snorted laughter after hearing that, which got him a playful swat from James. "Hey, you try having nuts big enough to empty four times a day every day, and see how long you last without a good video or two."

"No, no, that's not it. I've watched my fair share. I just..." He snickered again, and James put on a grumpy face, his true emotions betrayed by his softly wagging tail thumping on the bed behind him. "You're so blunt and direct about almost everything."

"Just how I was raised, I guess." Shrugging slightly, he resumed gently touching and caressing the shep. "Anyway, I had this weekend where my parents weren't home. I didn't have much else to do, so I figured I'd squeeze out a squirt just for kicks. I found this video. Amateur stuff, it looked like. A home video of a couple guys like you. I tend to like that better than the professional things. Not so fake and campy, you know?" As he spoke, James' focus seemed to drift away into the memory.

"I picked it because I thought one of them was hot. Not as much as you, but definitely nice. It starts out with them taking off their clothes and kissing. I watch, and I wait, and as it goes on, I realize I like what I'm seeing already. By the time they're naked, I'm already sorta idly fondling myself, getting the juices flowing. They're not even having sex yet. They're just touching each other and exploring, playing in bed. Suddenly, it stops, and I see that it's the end of the video. An hour long, the max that the place I got it from allowed."

The more he talked, the more passionate he became, showing an excited smile. "By then, I'm already hooked, so when I find a part two, I go for it. Set it all up to play however many parts there are one after the other, and start stroking to it. As it goes along, I realize these guys are actually married. They love each other. And they take their sweet time, showing just how much they're into each other. I didn't even know what edging was back then, but I started to. The idea of just rubbing one out and skipping the rest after what I'd seen so far seemed like it would be an insult. I needed to see it to the end." Slowly, he shook his head, focus returning to Barkley once more.

"You'd have laughed if you'd seen me, Bark. I was a mess. Soaked through and through, panting and whimpering, with a sticky pool between my legs on the floor. Finally, after the longest mounting and fucking I'd ever seen before, they both came together. I wasn't far behind. Not once had it ever felt so good. It went everywhere. For days after that, days where I didn't even feel the urge to jerk off at all, I kept finding spots I'd missed. And when I looked at the clock, I saw how much time I'd spent with the videos. In a way, with that couple as they made the hottest, sweetest love I'd ever witnessed. Three and a half hours, Bark."

"Yikes," the shep muttered.

"Yeah. I got in touch with them after that, just to talk. My mind was blown, and I wanted to learn. They told me some things, showed me where to find other videos. Turns out theirs wasn't even how long they usually do it for. They acted like it was a quickie for them. That sometimes when they had weekends off together, they'd spend the whole time doing it, except for food, bathroom, and sleep. When I heard that, that's when I knew. I wanted what they had."

Barkley raised an eyebrow with a smirk. "Weekend-long sex marathons?"

"Well, yeah, but more than that."

"I dunno, I think that's a pretty tall order as is!"

James laughed, shaking his head. "It wasn't just about how long they did it. How they did it was important. I wanted that sort of intimacy and affection that they shared with each other."

"You act like you've never had any before," the little dog pointed out, surprised again to hear how much that the larger male craved those things. For a few seconds, he was quiet, looking contemplative as his golden gaze traveled over Barkley's body. "What? Did I say something wrong?"

"No, just... debating whether to tell you something." Looking back up, he showed a crooked smile. "Wouldn't want to ruin the mood."

"You have to tell me now. Besides, I think we could both stand to take a little break."

Again, James stayed quiet for a moment, gradually making his way closer to cuddle with the shep. He could feel dampness on his chest as he let the wolfdog fold their arms together, tucked between their bodies. "You said before, in the shower, that you had brothers, right?" Barkley nodded, at once feeling the nervous twinge that always went through him when it came to his siblings. "I get that they weren't always nice to you, but do you think they love you anyway?"

"I guess? I mean, they never let anyone else get away with treating me badly, so that's something. And I suppose the intention wasn't really to hurt me, usually." Tucking his nose underneath James' chin, he went on. "I think they just didn't know what to do with me, since I was smaller and weaker than they were. Like, they wished I would man up, and all the roughhousing on me was to try to make it happen. It just never did."

"You're tougher, and braver, than you give yourself credit for, I think." A gentle slurp over the top of his snout brought a smile to his lips. "And most certainly a man."

"Why do you ask?"

James took in a breath and let it out as a sigh before he answered. "Well, you pointed out that it seemed like I never had any affection or intimacy in my life. It's not really that far from the truth."

"What? How could that be? You're the sweetest guy I've met... well, practically ever."

"All learned on my own," he insisted. "I'm not like the rest of my family. They're all smaller than I am, closer to your size. Even my parents."

"Kind of the opposite for me," Barkley noted. "I'm the smallest in my family, although none of them are quite as big as you."

"I wish I could have been that small, sometimes." He pulled Barkley even closer, holding him warmly. "I was an only child. Mom couldn't have any more after I was born. So, you'd think I'd have had all the love, given how rare that is. But, it was sorta my fault that they couldn't have more kids. I was big even in the womb, and it... kinda messed things up." Barkley winced, knowing what he meant, and gave his paws a gentle squeeze. "I think my parents secretly resented me because of it. Everyone else got lots of pups, but they only had one. Plus, how do you raise someone you know will be an alpha, when you're not one yourself?" He sighed softly. "They took care of me, naturally. But I was always pushed to be the best. To be better than I was before. Nothing was good enough."

"You don't really believe that your family didn't love you, do you?"

"No, they did. I just don't think they knew how to show me. I think they were too focused on what I was going to turn out to be, whether pushing it along or being scared of it, to show much affection. I knew what it was, because I'd see them be very loving to each other, but when it came to me, they were always a little cold."

The shep lifted his head up so he could look at the wolfdog, cupping his cheeks. "You are really intimidating, you know. Those eyes of yours... It still gives me the willies when you look at me sometimes. Just a little."

"I can't help it. I don't try to scare people by looking at them."

"I know." He tickled at James' cheeks, getting him to show a little bit of a smile. "That helps."

The larger male gave him a gentle push onto his back, on knees and elbows above him, just smiling down. "Sorry if that was too personal. It's just after what you said before, I wanted you to know." With a huff, he lowered himself to rest on the shep, carefully distributing his weight on top of him. Since he was so big and bulky with muscle, Barkley could barely move with him there, but that didn't mean he disapproved. On the contrary, as soon as James settled down on him, their chests touching, the smaller canine sprung a boner hard as ever.

"No, it's oooooh... kay. Yeah, very okay."

"Mmm, that feels good, huh?" James shifted slowly, hugging Barkly to him until their bodies were lined up a bit better face to face. Since he was so much taller, that meant that a good part of James' lower half rested fully on the bed, with Barkley's shaft tucked in against his abs. Every move, and even every breath, created pressure and motion against his sensitive skin, and he realized that the wolfdog was doing it on purpose to tease him. "You like having a big guy on top, don'tcha?"

"Weren't you asking me not long ago if I wanted to hump you?"

"You seemed unsure about it." The shep got a long, deeply sensual kiss while James kept subtly moving on top of him, his bulging abs squeezing and kneading at the smaller male's shaft the whole time, making him gasp and squirm. "I'm a hundred percent sure about wanting to mount you, Bark."

"Oh, okay, I see," he huffed, tilting his head back while James brought nibbles down his neck and shoulders. "And how sure are you about me returning the favor?"

"Mmm, about ninety percent." A nip under his chin preceded a joking, "I saw what you wanted to do to the one guy. How do I know that you wouldn't do that to me?"

"I could say the same to you!" It was meant teasingly, but at the same time, it was a bit of a concern for the shep.

"That's a fair point." The fighter lifted himself up and scooted forward, coming back down so that his much thicker and longer shaft rested alongside Barkley's. "May I show you how I'd like to do it?" Not knowing exactly what he meant, the shep just blinked and stared at first, before giving a slight nod.

With his permission, James touched a kiss on the top of his head, before starting to shift his hips slowly, deliberately back and forth. As he did, his thick, heavy cock brushed tantalizingly across Barkley's, and the shep's stomach. "Put your paws around me," the larger canine urged, and Barkley fit them both in a loose circle around James' shaft, making him huff and groan quietly. "Not quite what I meant, but that works even better. Tighten them up, make it snug." The shep did as he was asked, closing the circle around the other man's tip. "Perfect. Now hold it still."

Digging his heels into the bed, James shifted his weight gradually, moving as slowly as he could, and as he did, his shaft began to slide between Barkley's fingers, still rather slick from earlier. He understood right away, excitement running through him when he realized that the man really was showing him exactly how he wanted to enter him. Carefully, as gently as possible, the way his girth spread his paws apart simulating how he would stretch to accommodate the thickness. As James kept pressing, he twitched every now and then, precum drizzling down onto Barkley and leaving a trail all along him. The shep lost track of time, hard and leaking himself as he shut his eyes and tried to imagine what it would actually feel like, until James' crotch touched the heels of his paws, his heavy nuts brushing against them.

"Feel that, Bark? That's me, sunk all the way in," he murmured. The shep opened his eyes, finding the tip of the drooling shaft aimed directly at him, dribbling onto his chest. "I'm gonna take good care of you."

Already drooling again, Barkley couldn't help himself this time. He lowered his muzzle and took a lick. At first a small one, just barely brushing, but quickly turning into a long, firm slurp across him. "Uhff, I'm still pretty sensitive, Bark. Careful th- mmmff!" The shep had just enough space to move so that he could fit his lips around the wolfdog's first couple of inches. That was all he needed to take a suckle at James, his already hot, wet maw filling with a gush of precum from the gentle brushing of his lips and tongue over the other male.

"Jeez, Bark," James muttered with a shiver as he shifted back, freeing himself from the shep's hungry muzzle, a trail of drool and other fluid running down the chin as he came loose. "Never felt a mouth like yours before. I can't handle that right now." With a soft growl, he tucked his muzzle in against the side of Barkley's neck, grazing it with his fangs as he mouthed and kissed over it. "Not unless you want a load in your mouth instead."

From the way that just the precum filled his mouth, the taste of salt and scent of musk engaging his senses, he almost said yes. If it had been any other guy, he would have gone for it right away. But somewhere deep down, he wanted to play more with James and see what else there was to share with him, rather than racing to the finish line. "God, you're an awful tease," the shep groaned, feeling James still grinding his shaft against him while working his way down, kissing and licking all over the smaller dog's body.

"I know." He took his time, sampling with his lips and tongue everywhere, his thick paws brushing and kneading into Barkley's short coat, tracing the color patterns in his fur with the tips of claws. "You like it, though." Eventually, he was low enough to nuzzle between the shep's legs, making him tremble with slurps at his inner thighs and brushes of muzzle just aside of his manhood. Finally, the wolfdog applied his broad, sloppy tongue, and repaid the smaller male for his earlier teasing.

For someone so big and strong, obviously dominant and seemingly leaning toward topping, James was shockingly adept with his tongue and muzzle. As soon as lips closed over him, Barkley was squirming and panting, shivers going through his whole body each time the other male's tongue swept lusciously over his tip. The wolfdog seemed content to keep him just barely overstimulated, not quite to the level he'd been before, and not quite approaching an orgasm, either. The result was a lot of heated moaning, and even more leaking, which James seemed to enjoy slurping up.

Before he realized what was happening, the thick, heavy paws caressing him had slipped between his legs as well, gently coming to rest with one on his balls, the other teasing at the cleft of his rump. "I'm gonna loosen you up some, if that's okay." Unable to make much sound other than huffs and pants at that point, Barkley nodded, and watched as James fumbled in the drawer of his nightstand, pulling out a large bottle of lube. Without missing a beat on the oral pleasure front, the wolfdog applied a liberal amount of thick gel to one of his fingers, and began the slow process of applying it to Barkley's behind.

That was the start of a long session where James used his fingertips to slowly spread the shep open. So used to being roughly mounted, Barkley flinched initially from the thick digits probing between his cheeks, but eventually he relaxed. Only then did the other male apply any pressure, gentle but insistent, watching carefully for any sign of discomfort. While he did the work, he split between lightly teasing at Barkley and talking to him. Mostly, it was just soft questions to check on him. Did it feel okay? Did he need to rest? Would he like more lube? Was he going too quickly or slowly? These were things he'd never been asked before, and he was immensely grateful for it. Between those and just enough oral pleasing to keep him erect, James praised the shep warmly. Compliments about every part of him, from his eyes, to the feel of his body, to how snug his anal ring clung to the wolfdog's fingers, came to him. Not too many, and not so quickly that they felt false. Instead, looking over at the man, Barkley got a sense that he genuinely appreciated whatever he commented on.

It was more than just the simplistic, crude praise he was used to from other partners, too. James seemed enamored with little things that other people didn't notice. Part of Barkley wondered just how long the other canine had been keeping an eye on him, given all the tiny details he pointed out. Rather than making him feel uncomfortable, he got an odd sense that by fooling around with James, he was fooling around with an old friend. A very good friend that cared a lot about him, at that. The fact that he'd only known the man for a short while seemed to make no difference.

"Gosh, James," he mumbled at some point, voice shaking from all the stimulation of being kept aroused and having two fingers worked into him. "You really know how to make a guy feel special."

The comment instantly brought a wide, beaming smile to his face. "Good. That means I'm doing my job." The way he looked over at the shep was filled with what he thought was affection and perhaps even adoration. "You are special. And beautiful, inside and out."

"You would know by now, I suppose," he teased, getting a laugh from the larger canid. Watching him shake his head and look over with a little grin afterwards, it suddenly occurred to Barkley that whatever initial hesitations he'd had, he was being won over to James' side. Sure, it wasn't a great idea to try to base a relationship on one night of sex, even if that sex was amazing and only promised to get even better. He couldn't deny, however, being oddly drawn to the man, impressed with the way he treated a relative stranger. Maybe, he thought, there might be some merit in entertaining the possibility of more between them.

"Ah, hey. Watch wagging your tail like that," James gently chided him, and it was only then that he realized he'd been moving it. "Not while I'm trying to loosen you up."

After what seemed like an eternity, the shep was finally released, fingers slowly slipping free from inside him, and as he lay there recovering with a wet rump and a throbbing boner, he watched his partner rise up to his knees, turn his back, and go to the headboard of the bed, gripping the metal bars of it as he looked back over his shoulder with a wag of his tail. "You ever hotdog before, Bark?" He'd never done it before, but he knew what it was. Lacking the power to speak at that moment, he simply nodded. "Then get over here. I showed you how I'd do it, so you show me."

There was a lot of trust and responsibility handed to him, and he felt nerves take hold of him as he shuffled to his knees up behind James. The larger male had to spread his legs far just to be able to lower himself enough for Barkley to match up with his butt, a finely muscled thing that was a little more plump than he'd anticipated, once he got a good look at it thanks to James lifting his tail out of the way. He wasn't complaining, however, as he laid his shaft between the bubbled cheeks of the other male's behind and took a hold on his sides.

"I'm not delicate or fragile." Barkley looked up when he heard James speak, finding his golden gaze locked onto him. "Hold me, Bark. Like you're not worried I'm made of glass or something."

"I'm a little nervous," he admitted, wrapping his arms more fully and firmly around the larger male, chin tucked against his back.

"I know. So am I."

"Really?"

The tiniest nod came, before the shep noticed the slightest change in his eyes. "Haven't I kept saying that you're a lot braver than I am?"

For the first time, he noticed tension in James' muscles, his body held in a bit of a rigid way, tail twitching against his tummy just slightly, and he realized it wasn't just an act. The guy was honestly a little scared of having him there. "I wouldn't hurt you," Barkley insisted. "I promise."

"I know, just... show me. So I can be sure." The shep was about to offer him one last time to reconsider, but James stopped him before he could speak. "This is something I wanna be able to do with someone I care about. So, please."

That was enough to silence any other protest from the dog. Nodding, he touched a kiss on the other male's back before resting a cheek against it. He started to shift his hips, slowly and lightly brushing himself along the cleft of the wolfdog's behind. He took his time, watching how the bigger male reacted to it, and seeing that he just shut his eyes, softly panting, Barkley began to press a little more firmly against him.

It felt wonderful to feel his hips pressed up against the other man's behind, sliding his slick shaft along between them. If it was anything like going for the actual penetration, he knew for a fact that he'd enjoy it. All the while he kept dry humping at the wolfdog's rump, James murmured soft encouragement to him, the larger man's tail eventually beginning to wag, thumping softly against Barkley's side.

"That's it, Bark... That feels nice..." Gripping the headboard, he uttered a soft moan when the shep made an especially excited press against him. "It's been a real long time since I let anyone get me sticky under the tail, even if it's just precum..."

"S-sorry... I'm just eager, you know?"

"Don't apologize." With a low growl, he began to push his butt back against the shep's grinding. "I love it." That just made him push even more firmly against the fighter's cheeks, getting them nice and slippery from all of the thrusting he did between them. The dog had never realized until then just how much he liked asses. Since he'd spent most of his time bottoming, he'd always assumed he favored dicks, but the more he thought about it, he really liked James' butt. The curve of the soft, fuzzy cheeks, and the way they squeezed him, whether by circumstance or some subtle clenching on the other man's part, were lovely.

He lost track of time, just enjoying the feel of the stronger man and he in rhythm together, until he felt welling pressure in him, and began to whimper. "Don't come yet, Bark, remember?" came a gentle reminder from James. "Not yet. Save it." He slowed and eventually stopped, shivering, wanting desperately to finish, but obeying the urgings of his partner.

"That was close," he admitted with a groan.

"I know." Barkley scooted back, letting James come away from the wall, watching as the wolfdog's tail wagged freely. "Thank you for that. I think it might still be a while before I'm bending over without my heart skipping, but that helped." A meaty paw came up to caress the shep's cheek. "Think you're ready for me?"

"Yeah, I think so..."

"There's one more thing I have to ask you, but I want to wait a moment." With that, he gently kissed the shep and patted the mattress beside him. "All fours, if you please."

"You do it doggy style?"

Barkley was caught by surprise, both by the request and the crooked grin that followed him asking about it. "I guess I'm a traditionalist in that sense."

Unable to hold in a chuckle, he got onto his elbows and knees, lifting his tail slowly. Without looking back, he could only feel James as the hulking male positioned himself over and behind him. Once more, he heard the sound of James getting lube, giving a generous swipe of it across the smaller dog's ring with a fingertip in addition to along his own shaft. Then he felt thick paws grasping his hips, and a tremble of anxiety ran through him.

This was it. He was about to be mounted by the biggest man he'd ever met. Once more, he felt intimidated, but the gentle way that James handled him abated some of that nervous feeling. He felt the tip of the man's huge cock trace along his cheeks, gently spreading them and stopping as it nestled up at his entrance. "Tell me one more time? That it's okay?"

"Yeah, it's okay. Please."

He took it so much slower than anyone else that the shep had ever been with, that at first, he wasn't sure that James wasn't just rubbing with his tip. But then, he felt his ring began to stretch as the wolfdog pressed against it. Thicker than any of his pervious partners, it seemed like he might not be able to fit, Barkley gritting his teeth and pinning his ears back as he felt himself stretch to accommodate the cock's head, more than he had for even the base of anyone else. When it finally popped in, a shudder of relief went through him, even though he knew it was just the start.

"Jeez, you're a snug fit, Bark... I'm not hurting you, am I?"

"No. You're just... you're really big..."

Suddenly, he felt one of James' massive mitts brushing over his head and ears. "Don't think about how big I am, or you'll clench up. Just focus on feeling good."

"How do you know all this?"

The towering male started to push with his hips, still gently holding Barkley as he began to carefully slide in. "Lots of research. Talking to bunches of guys of all sizes." A soft moan gave away how much James was enjoying himself, and suddenly Barkley realized just how good it felt. Not because of how girthy the other man was, but how he took the time to make sure that the shep was ready for him. "I wanted to be prepared... so I could win you over."

"Me?" It was getting harder to talk between pants, but he managed to finish, "Don't you mean a little guy like me?"

Barkley groaned as he felt James sinking in deeper, the hulking canine's massive frame looming over top of him and coming to rest lightly against his back, bulging pecs heavy on the back of his head even with James shifting arms to prop himself up. The shep saw him peering down, showing an unusually bashful smile. "Why would I want anyone else when I can have you?"

That hammered the point in. Maybe he was just one of those people that got a bit punch drunk when it came to getting laid, but he really did seem to have a thing for the little dog. When he finally hilted, Barkley showed James a similar smile, arms and legs trembling. Holding up even the fraction of weight on top of him was an effort, especially since he had to do it stuffed full of dick so far into him that he swore he could feel it in his stomach.

"I hate to ask this," James began, golden eyes flicking back and forth between his and the blankets under them. "And I'm not one of those guys who can't enjoy this without it, but... may I knot and tie with you?"

Barkley froze. There had been only one time he'd let anyone do that, and only because he had forgotten to mention it beforehand. It hadn't been bad, exactly, but definitely more intense than he'd been anticipating. He'd been left sore for days afterwards, so he wasn't entirely eager to repeat the experience. "I, uh..." He stumbled over his words for a moment. "That's something I really only want my boyfriend to do..."

To his surprise, James nodded, still showing a smile. "I understand. Would probably be pretty taxing on both of us, anyway."

"No, I mean..." He huffed, watching as the other man gave him a puzzled look. He could barely gather his voice, and it trailed off as he finished, "I want you to..."

The wolfdog stared at him for a moment before it started to dawn on him. "Wait, you... Which thing are you saying yes to?" The shep just showed a shy smile, giving his shoulders a shrug. "Really?" A slow smile broke out on James' face. "You're sure?"

"You're better on day one than any of the others I've ever had. So... yeah."

James shifted his paws over to place them over Barkley's, carefully threading his fingers between the dog's smaller digits. "I'll take real good care of you, Barkley. I swear," he murmured, and after that, he began to thrust.

It was a lengthy, slow movement to begin with, in part because of just how long the man's shaft was. As much as it had been intense taking it in, there was an overwhelming sense of relief when the thick cock withdrew, enough that Barkley slumped and groaned. Then, it came sliding back in with a lewd, wet noise, and he straightened his back, pushing it against the wolfdog's chiseled chest and abs. "Nnngh, that's... wow..."

"Good wow, right?" The shep could feel James' chest swelling with breath as he panted and growled with each thrust, a full one that made the bigger male's groin touch on his butt, massive nuts flopping and bumping against his own. "I don't think I'm gonna last super long, Bark... It's such a tight fit..."

"That's okay!" he insisted, feeling himself buckling under the weight of the heavy male on top of him, weakened by waves of pleasure rolling through him from the thick shaft slid between his walls, the blunt tip sending a jolt though him whenever it passed over his prostate, making his already leaking cock spurt all over the sheets. "I don't... think I can handle much..."

Rather than letting up when Barkley started sinking to the mattress, James went with him, until the shep was sprawled on his stomach, with the wolfdog still humping at him, holding him pinned down simply by his body weight. It was almost more than he could handle, keeping him held immobile, unable to do much more than squirm and breathe, although the latter with some difficulty. At first, anyway. James eventually slipped his arms underneath and at least lifted his upper body enough that Barkley could take full breaths again. Even with that, the man's chest and stomach rested heavily on him, his body thrumming with vibrations from the wolfdog's lustful growls of pleasure.

The whole time that James humped into him, growing faster and certainly showcasing his immense power, but never quite hard enough to hurt, the man kept hold of his paws. Even with the wild streak in him, he kept in control of himself enough that Barkley wasn't afraid, like he had been with other partners. He wasn't being used and abused, like sometimes in the past. Despite how huge and powerful James was, there was only pleasure between them. An overwhelming sort of it, that made all of the shep's muscles quiver, bringing gasps and moans out of him, his stretched and overstuffed insides feeling dull and heavy from being overstimulated and filled with precum.

"Ohhh, here it comes, Bark," James groaned at last, and his thrusts became shallow. "Now you can come, all you want." While he spoke, the dog could feel the base of the other man's cock swelling and firming, preparing to lodge in him. He didn't really need the encouragement, since when the knot formed and began to stretch him even wider, it hit all the good sensations that he'd been enjoying before and turned them into pure ecstasy. Even James seemed to struggle with intense pleasure, shaking and growling loudly. Finally, the thick knob of flesh was as big as it was going to get, locked firmly in the shep's behind, throbbing hotly, and the wolfdog gave a few more heated grinds at him.

It was too much for Barkley, and he began to whimper and howl as he came, hard and fast, leaving trails of his seed across the blanket underneath him. Seemingly, that was the last bit James needed to go over the edge, because as soon as he raised his voice, he felt powerful spasms all through him, accompanied by a thick liquid heat welling in his tummy. Feeling more stuffed than ever, Barkley squirmed and moaned heatedly, inadvertently clenching and tugging on James' knot and getting a howl out of the man, along with another hard gush of spunk into him.

Although Barkley's orgasm tapered, it took James much longer, groaning while he kept pumping, until the shep's belly was visibly distended with semen. After that, the wolfdog rolled carefully to the side, pulling him along with, and embraced the dog with his whole body. Neither one of them spoke after that, just resting and recovering while James nuzzled and licked at the top of Barkley's head and ears. Feeling warm and relaxed, he drifted in a sort of trance for a long while, until the knot shrank and James' cock began to retreat from his rump. Finally, he was able to turn over, feeling a bit wobbly in his arms and legs, and faced his lover once again.

James just smiled, his golden eyes seeming to glitter and shine in the soft light. Even without saying a word, it was obvious how happy and satisfied that he was. "Thank you," Barkley told him, looking down shyly before cuddling up to the hulking male's chest.

"No, thank you, Barkley." A massive paw lifted his chin, and he received a sweet kiss from the wolfdog. "You were wonderful."

"I know it's not the hours and hours you'd like, but I'm glad you enjoyed it."

Shaking his head, James chuckled, and brought his phone over from the nightstand nearby. Turning on the screen, he showed the shep the clock on it. That was when he realized that during their time together, he'd lost track of all sense of how long he'd been there in the bedroom. Over two and a half hours had passed. "It was more than enough for me. Quality counts, too, you know."

"What? How could it have been that long?"

"You're supposed to lose track," he explained with a smirk. "If you have the time and urge to check a clock, then we're doing it wrong."

"I guess you're right." Slipping his arms around the bigger fellow, Barkley growled happily, giving James' pecs a warm nuzzle. "I'll have plenty of opportunity to build my stamina up with you, though."

The fighter rested his chin atop the shep's head, embracing him once more. "I'm glad to hear it. I was worried you'd be scared away by how things went tonight."

"No way!" Barkley pulled his head up so he could rub noses and look James in the eye. "I know I've been a big weenie most of the night, but I meant what I said. You've been a gentleman and a sweetheart to me, and I'd be stupid to not want to be with you." Hesitating for a moment to gather his courage, he added, "In fact, I was wondering if it would be okay to... stay the night?"

"Of course it's okay, Bark. You can stay as long as you want. Or as long as you can put up with the roommates."

"I guess they probably heard us, huh?"

James waved a paw dismissively with a snort. "Eh, fuck 'em." A moment later, he showed a serious face. "Actually, don't. I like having you all to myself." That made Barkley snicker, and after sharing a kiss, James asked, "You really want to stay?"

"Yeah." A slow smile crept onto the shep's muzzle. "Maybe it can be the start of a weekend sex fest for us."

"Oh really? Well, let's see how you feel in the morning before we commit to anything, huh?" Brushing over Barkley's head, he added, "Maybe if you're up for it, I'll let you have a real shot under my tail."

"James, you don't - "

"I'm yours now, remember? That includes my ass." The smile he flashed was warm, genuine, and touched with a trace of humor. "Of course, you're mine, too. So expect a lot of getting intimately familiar with all your parts." He ended the statement by gently gnawing on the shep's ear.

"I figured." With that, he cuddled his way back in against James, shutting his eyes as the brutish wolfdog turned him so that they could spoon together. Then, Barkley felt a strange tickling between his legs, realizing that the man's tip was pressing against his inner thighs, inching slowly forward between them. "Uh, James?"

"Four times a day, Bark. But don't worry, I can take care of it on my own."

The little dog shook his head, gently rubbing the already stiffening shaft between his thighs. "It's gonna be a good weekend."