The Runt, Part 3.
#4 of The Runt.
The Runt.
Chapter 3.
By: Wolfie Steel
7:30 am, I awake in the paws of my prospective mate, for the first time since being booted from my pack at the age of five, some thirty-two years ago, I felt loved, I felt warmth, I felt a sense of belonging. I roll over so that I am now face to face with the hunk, my shifting awakens the black and tan beauty, and as I look at his face I see a lovely, beaming smile spread across his muzzle.
"Good morning Maximillion, or is it Maxwell?"
I wince at each of the names, though the wince is a little more pronounced at hearing the second name.
"Okay, you got me, my full name is Maxwell Andrew Sloane, but for the love of all that is holy, just call me Max, I am thirty-seven years of age, my star sign is Taurus, my birthday is in April, in the Chinese calendar I was born in the year of the rat. When I'm alone, which is quite a lot of the time, I like dumpster diving, laying on my sofa licking my balls, dislikes, I hate anything that is good for me, I have never been married, never been kissed, never been fucked, never had a girlfriend, nor do I want one......"
I was cut off mid rant by the once smiling muzzle now being locked in a deep and passionate kiss with my own, Jake's tongue was begging for entrance and I could not hold back any longer. I opened my mouth slightly and allowed the Rottweiler's appendage into it. I gently closed my mouth around his tongue and started to suckle on it, much like a human baby would do to its feeding bottle.
But, the kiss was over almost as quick as it had started; Jake looked at me with a smirk on his face.
"So.......Maxwell, you've never been kissed eh'? Well I guess that we have just put that to rights, as for the never been fucked bit, I believe that patience is a virtue and also, that good things cum to those who wait. Now, a plan of action, first we get out of bed and into our new clothes, second, we head down to the basement for breakfast, third, I pay the hotel bill, fourth, we get some new transport, and fifth and final, we head to a very good friend of mine, who works in the witness relocation program, he owes me a favour."
At the sound of my full first name being used, I take hold of the Rottweiler's crown jewels and speak.
"Jake, if you want to stay attached to your junk, you should know that people only use my full name for something official, or if I've done something wrong, otherwise, they call me Max."
We both get dressed in our new clothes and head down to the private basement dining room, which was purely there to service the Penthouse Suite guests. The dining room was very luxurious by anybody's standards, and right at this moment, I feel so out of place, I mean here I am a reject Wolf, walking side by side with a rich and not to mention sexy Rottweiler, I'm walking into a room that to me is like walking into Buckingham Palace. I pick up one of the menus and scan it from top to bottom; there was none of your plain old toast and butter or cornflakes on this menu. Thought for the day, who in the hell eats caviar first thing in the morning? I look at Jake and a smirk plays across his muzzle.
"So Max, two portions of caviar is it? Relax Max, even though it is not on the menu, I know the chef very well, in fact, he is one of my most trusted clients and I know that he will prepare us a full English breakfast, would that be more to your liking?"
I nodded enthusiastically, in truth I can't remember a time when I actually tucked into a full English breakfast. We take our seats at the table as the chef, a huge Great Dane, came towards the table.
"Well, if Jake Black is here, I guess it's time to make my next payment."
Jake giggles at the chef and then speaks.
"Paul James, it is time to make your payment, however, if you will be good enough to rustle up two of your beautiful full English breakfasts, for my......companion and I, then I will wipe your debt slate clean, in short, two breakfasts equals no more debt."
Paul just shook his head and laughed.
"Jake for a clean slate, I would travel to each corner of the country and get you the very best ingredients for your breakfast, so two measly plates of full English is the least I can do, I will even throw in some OJ, toast, and cereal, well, after all, breakfast is the most important meal of the day!"
With the hearty breakfast now over, Jake and I head back up to the hotel lobby and meet up with Michael Foxworth, the manager of the hotel. Jake takes out his still slightly damp wallet and begins to retrieve his gold card, only to have his paw stopped by the hoofed hand of the horse.
"Mr. Black, put your credit card away, you are one of our best and most regular patrons, if I can't help you and your.....friend out in your time of need then it would be a poor show on my part. Now, I understand that you are going to be in need of transport to get to a friend, I also understand the need for you to go incognito, so to that end, I will take you to your friends place in one of our laundry vehicles, I very often do the laundry run, so there will be no suspicion raised, however, it will mean that you both will have to travel in amongst the laundry bails."
The horse leads both Jake and me through to the rear of the hotel, out through the rear door and towards one of the laundry trucks, he opens the rear doors and Jake and I get in, the horse then closes the doors and heads to the driving seat. Thirty seconds later, and we are underway.
After what appears to be a drive of some half hour, the truck comes to a stop, and the rear doors open, we have arrived at our destination, a seedy part of town with nothing but Brothels, Night Clubs, and Pawn Shops. Jake heads into a rundown apartment block with me hot on his tail, this place is much like my old home, as we enter, the laundry truck that delivered us drives off back towards the hotel.
We climb what seems like a never-ending staircase until eventually, we reach the top, where there is just one door, we head to the door and Jake raises a paw to knock. It seems that he has a 'secret' knock which he uses for this place, with the knock obviously being recognised, the door opens to reveal a dark apartment, in the doorway stands a huge Doberman, as I look up at the massive dog, I begin to cower back fearing this well toned and muscled canine, seeing this the dog speaks.
"Well Jake, I see that you are not alone and that your friend seems somewhat afraid of me!"
Jake looks at my cowering form and lets's out a giggle.
"Well Luther, you have to admit that you do have the ability to strike fear deep into the hearts and souls of those who don't know you, hell I can still remember our first meeting, I had to go home and change my shorts, anyway that is old history, the cowering wolf that you see behind me is hopefully going to be my new mate, his name is Maxw.... I mean his name is Max."
The huge Doberman lowers his head and slowly heads out from the door then stands at his full height of what I'm guessing is approaching eight feet tall, he offers a huge and strong looking paw to me and I shakily accept it. In his paw, mine looks like that of a pup of no more than three days old, this guy could probably kill someone with just one swipe of his index claw, suddenly the large paw closes around mine and to my great surprise, I find it to be a very gentle paw indeed, which begins to set my mind at ease. He shakes my paw gently and speaks.
"Well Max, if Jake here is so taken with you, I'm guessing that you have done some kind of great deed to help him, because, no offense, but Jake's taste in mates is a lot better."
Jake gets a serious look on his face and makes a reply.
"Luther, Max here has just saved my life, if it weren't for him, I would be dead in the bottom of a garbage dumpster, so I owe him my life. I will tell you the full story, but not out here."
The Doberman nodded and lead the way back into his apartment. Once inside we see an apartment of pure luxury, plasma screen TVs in every room and plush carpeted throughout. We head into the living room and again we are met by more pure luxury, two leather four seater couches, another large plasma TV. The walls were adorned with various awards and there was a sealed glass cabinet absolutely full of medals and trophies, this guy is either seriously into sports, or used to be. Luther offers both Jake and I a seat and then gets down to business.
"So Jake, what can I do for the dog that once told me that he was a loner?"
Jake now frowned at his friend's words, but then seemed to let it pass.
"Touché Luther, I did indeed once say that, but my recent experience with Ricky "The Butcher" Finch and Max, has caused me to re-evaluate that. Luther, it was Ricky Finch that tried to kill me, then, when he was disturbed by this brave wolf by my side, he ran off, only to come back again and this time try and kill both me and Max. Thanks to Max's quick thinking, Finch believes that we are dead......."
Luther finishes the sentence.
"And you need me to make that permanent, you both need new identities, am I right?"
We both solemnly nod our heads.
"Okay Jake, Max, it's fortunate for the two of you that I still have many contacts in the Witness Relocation Program, so getting new ID's won't be a problem, I will even put your obituaries in all of the papers and I'll also make sure that the TV news announces the fact that you were both found dead, I just need the details of how you both supposedly died, now obviously Jake, the money lending service will die with you and as you have no next of kin I will construct a last will and testament that will show that all the proceeds from your estate will be spread amongst a list of your favourite charities. There will be two funerals, Jake yours will be attended by some of your close friends, of which I will be one, and Max as for you, you will be buried at the town cemetery with just a simple headstone to mark your passing and any friends or family that you have will be informed of your death."
With that said, Luther went to work killing our old identities off and constructing new ones, complete with Birth Certificates from the year of our birth, but with the new identities in place, we were given new bank details and new credit cards, then came the final touch, the papers showing our civil partnership. We were now both reborn, Jake became Mason Lane and I became Sonny Lane.
"Okay guys, Jake Black and Maxwell Andrew Sloane are now officially dead, Sonny, as per Mason's instructions, you now have access to his new bank account which now holds his entire wealth minus what was handed over as part of his estate, you are now a very wealthy fur."
With the identity change now complete, the three of us sat and watched the large plasma screen TV, Suddenly a news bulletin came on.
"I'm Wolf O'Donnell with some breaking news, Wealthy Billionaire, and Money lender Jake Black, has been found dead in the passenger seat of an as yet unknown Wolf's car, the car was found in the river Thames by one-time boxing sensation Luther "Tank" Caines, Mr. Caines raised the alarm and the emergency services were on the scene in minutes, the car was pulled from the river and was found to have two occupants, one of them being Jake Black. Both occupants were confirmed dead at the scene, there are many mysteries that surround Mr. Black's sudden death, for one, what was he doing in the unknown Wolf's car, second, was it an accident or were they both murdered. It seems that the mystery surrounding these deaths may never be solved, but one thing is for certain, the world has now lost one of the most fantastic and charitable furs ever, I'm Wolf O'Donnell reporting for eyewitness news."
Luther shut off the TV and turned to Mason.
"Well, now you have seen it for yourselves, Jake and Max no longer exist."
Luther gets up and heads out of the living room, shortly after Mason got up and left the room too, with my curiosity at its peak, I decide to follow the two dogs, and I am so very thankful that I did. Both dogs were now in Luther's bedroom, and the scene that met my eyes was one that, considering Mason was now my mate, should have sent me into a rage, but instead, I found myself getting incredibly hard. Mason was now on his knees in front of Luther and was sucking hard on Luther's Dobey cock, well I didn't see why I should be left out of the equation, and so I calmly stood behind the huge Dobey, and unzipped the fly of my pants and let my raging wolfhood out into the fresh air, that was the easy part, the hard part was going to be inserting my cock into the huge Dobey's ass as it was at least a foot higher than my cock. A brilliant idea suddenly struck me, and as quick as a shot I acted upon my idea and jumped onto the Dobey's back and wrapped my arms around his neck, now my cock was at just the right height for penetration. We spent the rest of the evening sucking and fucking each other until finally at 10 pm the three of us were too pooped to pop, Mason and I headed back into the living room where we would both sleep on the couches, whilst Luther headed straight to his bed. As I lay on the couch, I turned to face the couch opposite me and looked straight into the eyes of Mason, he had now got the look of someone whom he hated plastered over his muzzle.
"Sonny, I can not forgive myself for what happened here today, I am not even your mate for six hours and I'm sucking and fucking another guy."
I raised my weary body from my couch and slowly walked over to Mason and then knelt before him.
"Mason, the way I see it, we are both to blame, it wasn't just you in that bedroom fucking that incredibly hot and huge Doberman, but, if it makes you feel any better we can both look upon it as payment for services rendered, I mean, Luther has just given us a completely new life, it's only right that we show our appreciation, and you can not even be considering that you were in any way disloyal to me, so, let's just get a good first nights sleep as Sonny and Mason Lane, and then in the morning, we can make a start on our new life for real, after all, we need new transport and a new place to live, so tomorrow is going to be a long day."
With that said I gently kissed Mason on the muzzle and headed back towards my couch. Once at the couch I slowly lower myself onto it, I lay my head on the cushion and within seconds, I'm fast asleep.