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At school the next day, everybody was excited about how well the track team did at the qualifier. In years past, the furs at school wouldn't have understood how well Gordon had run. But since we had won the State Championship last year, all the furs had started following track and field as closely as they followed football. They knew what a good time was in the two mile run, and Gordon's time was really good. Gordon got almost as much attention as I did, the pups at school expected me to kick ass. Gordon on the other hand, had been considered a nobody by every fur in the school. Now a lot of the pups were looking up to him. He gave a lot of them hope, because if a "nobody" like Gordon could work hard and succeed, maybe they could. Gordon handled it well. I was proud of him, he was excited but he didn't get big headed. He told everybody, that he owed it all to me. I had to keep interrupting him and making sure everybody knew that was bunk. I wasn't the one that put the effort out in practice for him. I wasn't the one that ran the race for him and gutted it out down the final straightaway.

"Don't pay any attention to Gordon, he's way too modest." I put my arm around his shoulder and continued. "He ran a GREAT race yesterday. I knew he could do it and he is going to get better. As team captain I'm really proud of him and Ron too, for the race they ran. They both worked their asses off in practice and that is what happens when you work hard." I told a group of admirers in the hall, after Gordon had again tried to deflect the credit to me.

"You better watch out Adam, pretty soon Gordon may start kicking your ass." Quipped Terry, the pit bull that I had cold cocked a couple of weeks ago for calling Gordon a nobody. Even he was changing his opinion of Gordon.

"He may. I guess that just means I have to work even harder." I didn't believe that, I knew I had more natural ability than Gordon. But I wanted my pup to feel good about himself.

Like Coach had promised, we did a LSD (Long Slow Distance) workout at practice, to work all the lactic acid out of our muscles and stretch them out after a hard day of racing. After our workout was done, he called me into the coach's office to talk about our training schedule working up to the District Finals. He had a workout schedule blocked out in a calendar form. The coach's office didn't really have a desk; it had a 6 foot conference table with chairs. Coach pulled out a chair for me to sit in, and then he pulled out the one next to it and sat down.

"Here is what I have planned for the week Adam." He laid the paper down on the table between us. He slid his chair closer to me and put his arm around my shoulder. Fortunately I had baggy sweats over a jock and running shorts because I immediately boned up. "Tomorrow we are going to work on speed. We are going to do eight 220's, with a 220 jog in between each one. Then after you guys are tired we are going to run four 440's, with a 440 jog spacing them. That should push you pretty close to failure"

I grinned at him and said, "Are you sure you aren't a direct descendant of the Marquis de Sade?" Damn it felt good to be there close to him. His masculine, dominant scent was intoxicating, filling my senses to the point I could hardly concentrate. He had to be able to smell my arousal, even if the visual evidence was hidden by my sweats. He tightened his grip around my shoulder pulling me tighter to him. Even through his sweats you could see he was starting to harden. His huge doghood was trailing down his leg, and his bulge was obvious since he was so large. His scent also made it evident that he was highly aroused. I was having a hard time concentrating as he continued.

"Oh, he is probably an ancestor somewhere down the line." He joked. "Friday, I am going to have you do a ladder, four 220's, two 440's, an 880 and then finish up with a mile. If you and the rest of the pack want to show up Saturday, I will be here to help run practice."

"As long as it is after I get home from work at the bakery."

"Do you think your step father will let you off of work for the next two weekends, until after the state meet? I think it would really help you if you could get into a regular sleep pattern before state."

"Fat chance of that! If I asked him, he would probably make me work 14 hours instead of my regular 10 to 12."

I could feel him tense up and noticed his hackles rise. "Damn Adam, don't you have any time to just be a kid."

"Oh, I get a couple of hours a day that Gordon and I can hang out at his place."

He tensed up even more at the mention of Gordon, like he was trying to gather his courage. His tall cropped ears were erect, drawing my eyes to his. He looked me in the eyes... His muzzle was inches from mine...

We heard the door open, and turned our heads just in time as Chuck came into the room. "Hey have you guys seen..." He stared at us and you could hear him scenting the air, I'm sure he could smell the arousal odors that were just emanating from the two of us. "I'm sorry to interrupt."

"No problem. We were just finishing up." Coach Bart said hastily.

We got up and went to the locker room. As soon as I got into the shower Coach came into the showers and again got in the shower directly across from me. This time he wasn't so blatant about putting himself on display, but despite the increased subtlety it was everything I could do not to pop a woody. I washed as quickly as possible, and got out of the shower. Coach finished rinsing off and followed. With his short hair, he was able to get dry faster than me. While I was still drying off, he bent over to put on those tighty whity briefs that fit his body like a glove. His little stub was lifted and you could see his tight pink pucker. Soon he had the briefs on and was adjusting them so his little stub of a tail found its way out of the tailhole of the shorts. I was rock hard and trying to hide it under my towel, hoping it would go down soon. It came down a little and I hurriedly put on my briefs and pants trying to hide as much as I could. Fortunately I had a long pull over sweatshirt that draped down over my pants. It was long enough to hide all traces of my erection.

Chuck gave Gordon and I a ride to the bakery. We cleaned the bakery and of course went to his house, where I proceeded to fuck his brains out.

Things were uneventful leading up to the District Championships. I don't know if all of the stuff with Coach Bart had just been my imagination or not, or if our close call with Chuck had scared him enough to stop any advances. But unfortunately, other than putting himself on display in the showers, he was back to his normal self.

Tuesday was finally here, and those of us that qualified got out of class at 10:00 AM to leave for the meet. We had more pups qualify than we did last year when we won the state title, our team was about 3 times as big as last years team, but other than me the qualifiers on this years team weren't anyway near as good as last year's pups. Bob had been one of the greatest shot put/discus throwers in state history, and his sidekick Mitch had been almost as good. We had had several others that had been good enough to win their events at the district finals last year. We had a good young team, but we were a year or two away from being competitive at a meet of this size. I was the only individual that had a good chance to make it to state, and our 2 mile relay had a chance to go to state. With a good race, Jimmy could make it in the mile. Anyone else would take a real upset. The top 8 scored points in the District Championship meet, but only the top 5 from each district and the 8 runners in the state that didn't make the top 5 in their district would qualify.

As always the first event of the meet was the two mile relay. Chuck led off the race and ran a 2:01 which was better than he had last week, but still only good enough for third. He passed the baton to Gordon who also ran a 2:01 which surprised everyone. Since teams usually put their best runners first and last, Gordon wasn't running against anyone as good as him in the second position so he was able to take the lead. Ron was next and he ran a 2:02. He was able to hold on to the lead which put us right where we needed to be. Jimmy ran the anchor leg and churned out a 1:57 which wouldn't be challenged. . Our time of 8:01 broke our school record and would probably get us a decent seeding at state. I would probably be running the anchor leg at state, so we should run an even better time there.

There were two hours or so to go until the mile run. Jimmy and I took our usual place under the bleachers to wait for the mile, while the rest of the pack hung out there also. When I say the rest of the pack, I also meant the newest member, Joey. Gordon was lounging on my right as always, but Joey was on my left side. He really seemed to look up to me, even more than the rest of 'The Pack', other than Gordon of course.

"Adam, are you still OK with me training with you guys this summer?" Joey asked.

"Sure Joey, you are officially part of 'The Pack'. Besides the more the better, as long as they don't slow us down, which I'm sure you won't.

"That will be really cool, I like hanging out with you guys." He said, although it almost seemed like he was only talking about me. He seemed to look at me with a kind of hero worship, that I still had a hard time trying to understand. "I think it will really help me get better, none of the guys at my school train hard, so I have to train by myself."

We continued making small talk, trying to defuse the tension of the upcoming races.

"First Call, Mile Run!" Blared the loudspeaker.

We all got up and started a warm up jog, even the pack members that weren't running the mile, just to keep from stiffening up for their next race. While we were warming up they announced "Second Call, Mile Run!" Jimmy, Joey and I started doing some 30 yard sprints.

"Final Call, Mile Run!" We worked our way to the starting line. I was seeded first, so the starter called my name, and I lined up on the inside. Jimmy was seeded 5th and Joey 6th, so we were all in the front row.

"Runner's take your marks."

"Set" the starter's right arm with the gun went into the air.

Bang! The gun fired, and we took off from the line in a dash. The second and third seeded runners, two Golden Retrievers from the same school who looked like twins, took off in a mad dash. I wasn't about to be drawn out at that pace, if they could keep it up then they deserved to win, but I had my doubts they could. The fourth seeded runner, a Saluki, hesitated, at first unsure what he was going to do, and then he took off after the Golden twins. Jimmy and Joey fell into pace right behind me, we were not about to be baited into a suicide pace. They continued to pull away, but we were going slightly faster than we were last week at the qualifier, so I knew I was doing the right thing. We ran the first half in 2:16, and we were still 30 yards behind the leaders. But they were starting to labor in their efforts. The three of us picked up the pace and started reeling them in. I picked up the pace even more and started pulling away from Jimmy and Joey. I caught the Saluki at the middle of the backstretch and passed the golden twins right before the start/finish line at the beginning of the gun lap. As the gun went off to signal the beginning of the final lap I heard them read out 3:20. I continued picking up the pace and I flew around the track my long fur trailing behind me in my wake. It was exhilarating! As I rounded the bend I could see that Jimmy and Joey had passed the Saluki, and were gaining on the Golden twins although it was going to be tough to catch them. I put my concentration back on the race. I concentrated on my form as I went into the final turn, then as I came out of it I sprinted to try to get the best time I could for seeding at state. I was flying down the homestretch and the crowd was cheering, but all I could see was Coach Bart and Gordon jumping up and down exhorting me to finish strong. As I crossed the line the timer cried out 4:22, which was a new school record.

I moved onto the infield and was mobbed by Coach Bart and Gordon. Gordon was hugging me and I could feel that he was boned up under his sweats. Coach Bart was patting me on the back, congratulating me for breaking the school record again, but I wanted to cheer on Jimmy and Joey. They were pulling up on the Golden Twins with about 40 yards to go. They all started their final kick with jimmy and one of the Goldens pulling slightly ahead of the other Golden and Joey. Jimmy and the Golden were neck and neck coming to the finish line and the Golden out leaned Jimmy at the tape to take second. Joey, being mainly a two miler got out kicked by the other Golden. Jimmy finished with a time of 4:36 and Joey with a time of 4:38. WE WERE ALL GOING TO STATE!

I went up and congratulated Jimmy and Joey, and we did a train down lap with 'The Pack' and Coach Bart joining in. After the train down lap, we walked around for about 10 minutes and returned to our hideaway under the bleachers. There was lots of back slapping and high fiving by the pack members. We had made quite a showing, so far 3 of us were going to state as individuals and three others were going as members of the relay. The only one that wasn't going to state was Keith, and even he had done well for a sophomore this year. We were excited our season would last at least another week. We still had a chance to qualify for more in the two mile run.

We went through the ritual of warming up at the first call for the two mile run. I was of course seeded number one in the two mile. Joey's time of 9:51 in the qualifier had earned him the third seed, Gordon's 10:22 had earned him the fifth seed, while Ron's 10:34 was good for the tenth seed. I noticed another Irish Setter warming up. Irish Setters aren't so common. Other than my family I didn't know any other Irish Setters, so I went up and talked to him. His name was Sean, and we figured out that his mom was my dad's cousin. He was a senior and lived about 60 miles away, so we wouldn't be able to train together, but we decided we would talk after the 2 mile. He was seeded second, 2 seconds ahead of Joey, but he had not run on a track as nice as this yet this year.

As team captain I huddled up with Gordon and Ron. "Listen guys; just do like you guys did last week. Run at your own pace and don't chase the rabbits. Gordon you're a bird dog, you shouldn't be chasing rabbits any way." I joked. "But seriously work with each other for the first 6 laps, then go with how you are feeling."

"OK." They said in unison.

They gave final call for the two mile, and as usual I had the inside front, Sean and Joey were next. The fourth position was claimed by a Borzoi, followed by Gordon. Ron was at the end of the front row and everyone else was allowed to fill in behind.

"Runners take your marks." The starter called out loudly. I leaned forward in my starting crouch.

"Set." He lifted the gun. My adrenaline started pumping.

BANG! And we were off. The seventh and eight seeded runners, a Foxhound and a Doberman broke to the front. If they were just doing it to keep from getting boxed in it was a good strategy, if they planned to keep up the pace it would be suicidal. At the turn they were in the lead, followed by me, Sean, and Joey. Gordon and Ron wisely stayed at their own pace and settled in the middle of the pack. They would save their energy and pick off the foolish, who got carried away with the pace of the race. My plan was to try to run a second faster per lap than I had at the qualifier, then for the last two laps let the chips fall where they may.

With that in mind I ran a 73 second first lap. The Foxhound and Doberman foolishly went out at a 71 second pace. Based on their qualifying times, it they kept this pace up for long they would be lucky to even finish the race. Sean and Joey were still in single file drafting behind me. Watching the lead duo, I could see they were already laboring slightly as we went through the second lap in 72 seconds. I had cut their lead in half by the end of the second lap and by half way through the second lap I was running at their shoulder. They should have let me pass; there was no way they could keep up the pace. Instead of breaking them I thought I would help Gordon and Ron by eliminating them. I kept on the Doberman's shoulder the whole lap, and he foolishly tried to hold me off. I didn't press the issue, I just drafted him but kept up the pace pushing both of them at a pace they couldn't maintain. It was obvious that they were both used to running in the lead in their weak districts, they instinctively tried to keep from being passed. We finished the third lap with another 72 second lap and by this point they were really laboring to stay in the lead. By halfway through the third lap they could no longer keep the pace and me, Joey and Sean eased past them. I knew they were toast. It may just have been the edge Ron would need to place here at the Championships. He was always complaining that none of the bitches would even go out with him, let alone put out for him. Maybe that would help him lose his cherry and get his dick wet. The bitches all liked a winner. The thought of helping another "Pack" member buoyed my spirits even more; I even had a slight chuckle at the thought. It was funny what kind of thoughts popped into your head when you were in the middle of the two mile. I quickly shook it out of my head, and got my concentration back on my form and on keeping my pace. We hit the mile mark at 4:49, right on schedule.

I picked up the pace another second and started pulling away from Sean and Joey, who were smart enough not to try to come with me when I made my move. They knew they had no chance at beating me, so they let me go and concentrated on beating each other. If they were smart, which I assumed they were, they would work with each other until the last lap and make sure they qualified for state with a good time. I used the bend to survey the race. The Foxhound and Doberman were falling apart; they had gone out way too fast, I would be surprised if they broke 11:00. They had run faster than 10:34 to get their seeding. Gordon and Ron were in good position, if they played their cards right both should place. One might even qualify for state, if Gordon just kept his seeding he would qualify for state.

I made it through the fifth lap, with a 70 second lap, which was a second faster than I was shooting for, but I was feeling strong so I didn't worry. A 69 second lap followed for lap six, and I was now starting to get in range of lapping the slower runners. The Foxhound and Doberman were at the rear now, they had gone out way too fast and now they were suffering for their foolishness. I did have to give them credit though; at least they were trying to finish instead of quitting. About halfway through the seventh lap I came up on them. I yelled out, "Track". They showed the proper etiquette, moving to the outside to let me pass on the inside, which is proper if you are getting lapped. I felt a little bad, but they were the ones that had made the choice to take a suicide pace.

I was starting to catch all the stragglers, some of the other districts were much weaker than ours and so their fifth through eighth place qualifiers were not very good. I lapped 3 more runners, before I reached the gun lap. Picking off the stragglers had given me a goal and I finished the seventh lap in 67 seconds.

BANG! The gun went off signifying the start of the last lap, and the timer read off 8:15. The gun always gave me an adrenaline rush. The remaining runners were spread out in front of me. I focused on picking them off as quickly as possible. I got to yell, "Track", 5 more times as I motored around the track. I sprinted down the final straightaway and as I crossed the tape the timer called out, "9:19". I ran all the way through the tape and as I eased up 30 yards after the finish, Coach Bart was there to grab me in a bear hug. We were face to face, and he squeezed me tight in the bear hug, lifting me off the ground. I could feel he was hard as a rock, under his sweats.

"Great run Adam! Let's go cheer on Gordon and Ron." He said as he put me down and we raced across the infield to intercept Gordon and Ron. "They are both really running well!"

Sean was in the lead about 5 seconds ahead of Joey. They had both separated from the rest of the pack; they would finish second and third. Gordon was in sixth as he started into the final bend, but he was starting his kick. The Borzoi and the sixth seeded Chessie were just ahead of him and they were struggling. He timed it just right and caught up to them on the bend and blew past the Chessie as he came out of the bend and rocketed past the Borzoi about 30 yards later. Coach and I were both screaming for him at the top of our lungs as he sprinted the final straightaway and crossed the finish line. Those extra Sky Hill runs were starting to pay off for both of us. He crossed the line at 10:11, in fourth place. He had qualified for STATE! I picked him up, sorta like Coach had done for me.

"Way to go Pup!!! That was great." I kept him moving and we mad a quick U turn on the infield and headed back toward the finish line. The Borzoi and the Chessie finished in fifth and sixth and Ron was fighting it out for seventh place with a German Shepherd. Ron had passed him and was doing his best to hold him off. The three of us screamed at the top of our lungs, cheering him on and Ron held him off for seventh place with a time of 10:26. Coach grabbed Ron at the finish line and helped him to keep from collapsing onto the ground. He needed to keep walking. The four of us walked for a hundred yards, by then Ron had regained enough breath to start a cool down jog. Sean and Joey jogged up to us and continued the cool down jog.

"Great race guys!" I said to Joey and Sean.

"You too, there was just no way I could keep up with you. But you pushed me to my best time ever. Joey was a big help too, once you left us in the dust." Sean said with a grin.

"You really helped me too Sean, it is hard to keep the pace alone when Adam takes off." Joey returned.

"Well four of us have made it to State, maybe Ron too if he gets one of the top 8 times after the qualifiers are done." I added.

"Do you think there's any chance I'll make it?" Asked Ron.

"I think there's a pretty good chance Ron. I checked the times from last year, and the final 3 qualifiers all had times slower than what you ran." Chimed in Coach Bart.

We did our cool down lap. Since we were done for the day we could sit in the bleachers in the warming sun and not worry about it sapping our strength as we watched the Mile Relay, the last event of the day. I sat next to Sean and we had a good long talk. He was going to go to State U. next year for academics, but he was planning on trying out for track and cross country as a walk on.

"If you do good enough at State, maybe they will give you a scholarship." I suggested.

"I don't have much of a chance, the Shorthair is the reigning champ. I don't think I can beat him and he is already going to State U. on a scholarship. He hasn't been beaten in two years. They don't give that many scholarships to two milers."

"I plan on beating him, maybe you can too. Any Irish Setter is better than an arrogant old Shorthair."

He laughed, "You're pretty good, you may beat him."

We continued talking and he invited me to come over and visit his family. "When you have a day off Ill come pick you up. I'm sure my mom would like to meet you. I think she was pretty close with your dad when they were kids."

We exchanged phone numbers and said our goodbyes.

Then the team loaded up on the bus and had a raucous ride back to the fieldhouse.

When we got back to the field house, 'The Pack' was in a real celebratory mood. Of the 7 official members, 6 were going to the State meet. Three were going in more than one event. I was going in 3 events and I was a little concerned that I would not have enough left for my showdown with the Shorthair. I hoped I had enough time to recuperate after running a fast half mile in the relay and a strong mile run, but I usually didn't run all three events at a meet. But that wasn't going to put a cloud on our celebration. In the shower we were hooting and hollering, and a couple of times we even broke out in a group howl, like a bunch of feral wolves. We howled our way up to a crescendo, then broke it off with a lot of excited yipping. It was really exhilarating, it seemed to touch something deep down inside on the genetic level. Coach Bart and Coach Socrates just laughed and shook their heads at our adolescent behavior, but what the hell, we were just a bunch of pups having fun. When I thought about it later I realized that when I was with 'The Pack' was the only time I got to really be a pup. Even when I was alone with Gordon, I had to be the Dog. It was fun being a pup sometimes.

"Hey guys, I think that should be our trademark from now on. At last call for any event that a pack member is competing in, we should have a group howl on the track." I said after one of our howling sessions. "It will strike fear in all of our opponents!" I said laughing.

Chuck replied, "Yeah, lets do it, it will be a hoot."

"It won't be a hoot, it will be a howl." Jimmy corrected, only to get punched in the arm by Chuck.

That started a little good natured wrestling in the shower, with pups taking different sides. Most of us ended up with stiffies from rubbing up against each other. Everyone seemed to just put it down to physical stimulation, not due to the fact that anyone was a tail raiser. I noticed that Coach Bart was looking at my package and he was sticking out of his sheath with a semi. I was looking at him when he looked up and gave me a sly smile. I didn't know what to think, why didn't he just come out and tell me he wanted me.

We dried off and got dressed, then piled into Chuck's car for the trip to Joe's Pizza. Joe had our table reserved, as usual. As we came in he greeted me with a big hug. "I already got the news, another record setting meet for you. Sit down, your pizza is already in the oven, my treat again."

"Hey Pups, I think we should show Joe our new trademark." I said with a big grin.

All of them grinned, then I led off and they all howled right along before breaking off in the excited yips at the end. Many of the customers jumped at the sound, but most started laughing when they saw what was going on.

"That's how we plan on starting every race now. It really gets your blood racing!" I said to Joe, who was bent over almost double laughing.

"You guys take this 'Pack' thing seriously, don't you?" He said when he stopped laughing long enough to speak.

"It will strike fear in the hearts of all our opponents." I said with mock seriousness.

"I think you already strike fear in the hearts of your opponents Adam. Half of them are beaten before they start, they know they have no chance." Added Joe.

"I guess there's some truth to that. That isn't going to be the case at State with the Shorthair though. This will be the first time all year when the challenge will be winning, not setting a new record."

"You are going to kick that arrogant son of a bitch's ass." Joe said with such seriousness that I had to chuckle.

"That's the plan anyway. I think I'll do OK."

"Damn it Adam! You're way to modest. He doesn't have a chance."

"I think you're right if I run my race, but I refuse to count my chickens before their hatched. I try not to let hubris be my downfall."

"By the way, I'm shutting the shop down and and taking all the staff her to watch the meet. Gotta make sure someone is there cheering for you guys."

We ate our pizza and one of the waitresses brought out another one. She was a nice looking Springer bitch who was a grade ahead of us. Gordon left to take a leak. On the way back, he was stopped by the waitress. She said something to him and he said something, back shaking his head. He walked back to the table looking a little embarrassed.

"So what did she have to say, Gordon?" Keith asked with a smirk.

Gordon looked flabbergasted, "She wanted to know if I wanted to go to the movies with her tomorrow night."

"Did she say she wanted go to the movies or that she wanted to put the moves on you." Laughed Chuck.

The guys all hooted. Jimmy said, "Way to go, Gordon, she's a Junior and she's pretty hot looking."

Ron, who was always complaining that he never got any pussy, made a circle with his left thumb and index finger, then started pushing his right middle finger through the circle. "Wooo, Gordon's gonna score tomorrow." He said and everyone burst out laughing.

"No I'm not! I told her I can't break training so close to State." Gordon replied, looking at me pleadingly.

"OK guys leave him alone." I put my arm around him. "He's just not used to the attention."

"Come on Gordon, were just jagging you. We aren't serious; you're one of 'The Pack'."

"I know, it's just that no one has ever asked me out before and I'm kind of embarrassed."

"I get asked out all the time. I can never go though because of my job at the bakery." Which was true, it was the excuse I always gave. Truth was I was terrified of taking a bitch out on a date. What would I do if she wanted to make out with me and I refused? She might tell everyone and then they might think I was a tail raiser.

"If I was as popular as you Adam, I'd have to buy rubbers by the case." Ron said with a big shit eating grin.

"You are such a horndog. So how many bitches have you scored?" I asked.

"That's the problem; I'm not an Alpha Dog like you. I haven't got any bitches who want to give it up for me." He replied with a hang dog look.

"So? You have got just as much nookie as me then." Which was sorta true, I wasn't getting any nookie, but I was getting Gordon's tight hot ass anytime I wanted it. Which in my opinion was way better than scoring with the bitches anyway.

"Don't feel bad guys, I'm in the same boat." Said Chuck, holding up his right paw. "My only girlfriends are Rosy Palm and her 5 sisters." He continued, wiggling his fingers. He then partially closed his paw and made a jerking off motion.

We all laughed and everyone chimed in that they all were very familiar with Rosy.

"Well if any of you do well at State, I'm sure he will have bitches throwing themselves at him." I stated putting an end to the discussion.

Even though the food was on the house, we all pitched in on a nice tip for the waitress. Then we piled into Chucks car and drove off. Chuck dropped Gordon and me off at the bakery. We finished the cleaning up. The level of competition today had left me with an incredible level of pent up sexual tension. Watching Gordon's tight ass wiggle as he pushed the broom hadn't help matters either. I had a major woody in my jeans that I needed to do something about. We were in the back, putting away the mop bucket and broom. As Gordon turned to face me, I put my hands on his shoulders and pushed him to his knees.

"Down on your knees Bitch. Your Alpha needs to use the puppy's mouth." I didn't ask, I ordered!

Gordon dropped to his knees immediately, and looked up at me adoringly. "Yes Sir!" He said as he deftly undid my jeans, and pushed them and my briefs down to my ankles. He greedily licked his lips as he got ready to take care of my "problem". It was such an ego stroker to have such a compliant sub, although I would never have "ordered" him to do something he wasn't already eager to do.

"Less talk, pup. The big dog needs serviced." I said putting my paws on the back of his head and pulling his muzzle over my pup maker.

I started to thrust in and out, taking complete charge, fucking his face without regard for him. A couple of times I thrust far enough to make him gag. Looking down further, I saw that he had a tent in his Dockers. The tension of the big meet had me oozing testosterone and adrenaline. I was horny as hell, and I had a hair trigger. My knot was starting to form; I wasn't going to hold back. This was just about me getting my nut; I would worry about taking care of Gordon when we got to his house. He gripped the back of my knot to bring me over the edge. I held the back of his head firmly and pulled it toward me until his nose was nestled in my pubes and my head was lodged in his throat. He started to gag as I held him there, emptying my load down his throat. He soon mastered his gag reflex and he eagerly swallowed the rest of my offering. After the first 8 to 10 intense shots of sperm rich semen, I pulled his head off of my dick. He was still holding my knot so I was still spurting. He used his grip on my knot to aim my seed at his face. I watched as it shot all over his muzzle. Then he closed his eyes, tensed and moaned. A wet stain appeared on the front of his dockers, right at the apex of his "tent". We were both breathing hard as we came down from our orgasms. Gordon looked like the cat that got the cream, literally and figuratively, as he knelt before me, ropes of my cum decorating his head. He released my knot, but took me back in his mouth. He sucked every last drop out of me as I slowly softened.

I used my paw to rub my cum into his fur so it wouldn't be obvious, but it would still be all over his face. I loved the thought of my pup being so blatantly marked when we went out in public. We ran to Gordon's house and a couple of older bitches caught scent of my seed on Gordon and gave us the evil eye. We just laughed and continued running to Gordon's. We burst in the door and I started a group howl. Gordon immediately joined in as we ran up into his room. When we broke off in the excited yipps, Gordon dropped to his knees and raised his tail like a bitch in heat.

I bent at the knees to line myself up and grabbed his hips. I made an exploratory thrust, which was too low and I bounced off his balls. I made another instinctive attempt and found the mark this time. I pulled back on his hips at the same time as I used my coiled up legs to drive myself in to the hilt. My bitch gasped as her stud nailed her. I was out of control, pulling back and then using my powerful runner's legs to drive it home again, actually lifting my bitch off of the ground slightly with the force. Again and again I drove it home, each thrust more powerful than the last. Gordon gasped with each brutal thrust.

The gasps soon changed to moans of pleasure as I had my way with my personal bitch. My testosterone levels were through the roof and my dominance pheromones were so intense they were permeating the whole house. Gordon's submission pheromones were almost as intense. My hips were soon a blur as I hammered away like I was a mating feral. I really felt like I was breeding a bitch, forcing her to bend to my will and take my pups deep in her. Gordon was moaning extremely loudly, begging me to put my pups in him.

"I want to carry the Alpha's pups." he finally blurted out.

He thrust back at the same time as I drove it home and started burying my knot deep in my bitch. I wanted to stick it all the way up in her cervix so I would be shooting my seed directly in her womb. I was going to put my puppies in this bitch's womb. My knot grew huge and soon I was tied with my "bitch". I howled again and blew a huge load; I think I had actually convinced my body that Gordon was fertile. I then did something I had never done before. I lifted my leg over Gordon's back and turned like a feral in a tie, so Gordon and I were stuck together butt to butt. We knelt there, me filling Gordon's tail hole and Gordon shooting all over the floor.

I don't know what it was, but something about doing a group howl touched something primitive and primal in me. There was nothing romantic about it. In my mind I was an Alpha Stud, making sure a bitch carried his pups and only his pups. Gordon continued milking his knot, which caused him to continue shooting his own seed on the floor. Each time he did, it caused his sphincter to contract around my knot, milking more and more of my seed from me. The orgasm was just so extreme.

But eventually the intense part was over and the relaxing lassitude of the tie calmed the savage beast that had woke inside of me. We were both panting pretty hard. To our sensitive noses the room just reeked of pheromones. Now the back to back was awkward, uncomfortable and unromantic. So I put my leg back over his back and turned until I was on his back again then I eased us down to the floor with me still tied to Gordon.

"I'm sorry I lost control like that Pup." I said softly in Gordon's ear.

"I'm not! Although I'm probably going to be sore as hell for a couple of days after that pounding with your big dick. But damn was that powerful. Deep inside I really felt like I was being bred. It seemed like something in the howling, that made me feel wild, like my spirit had been unleashed."

"Yeah, I felt like I was a feral or something. Even with the whole group, it really got me all riled up. Your right, it was like the savage beast had been released in me."

We both lay there on our sides in complete exhaustion as we waited for my knot to come down. It finally did and we separated. We both reeked of sex and pheromones so we showered together. Strangely that's all we did, we had completely spent ourselves in our mating. Fortunately it was a warm spring evening, we were able to open all the windows and put some fans in some of the windows to try to suck out the smell of the sex and pheromones. Hopefully between the spring air and a good spray with air freshener Gordon's mom wouldn't be able to figure out what we had been up to. Despite what Gordon said I don't think she would be all that happy to find out I was fucking her little boy senseless.

We said our goodbyes and I went home. Home never felt less like home than it did now. I felt like an unwelcome guest in my own home. The open hostility between me and my stepfather was there for everybody to see. My mother was caught in the middle, but she was afraid of my stepfather's wrath so she no longer stuck up for me. Even my sister was alienated from me, she wanted to fit in. It was to the point that when I was home I stayed in my room, except for meals.

I wished I lived at Gordon's. Or at Coach Bart's? The thought hit me out of the blue. Being the pup of that sexy alpha Doberman... Living with him so he could take charge and I could be a pup for once in my life... Surrendering to him, letting him take my virginity with that massive love muscle of his... Tying me and making sure I knew he was my Alpha... I had never been submissive to anyone, but I longed to submit to the big Dobie. I wanted to be his pup. To surrender to him and let him lift all the cares and worries from my shoulders, that would be every bit as good as anything I could possibly imagine. I lay in my bed imagining that he was tied to me and was holding me tight to him as he filled me with his potent seed. I could almost smell the odor of his dominance pheromones in my mind as we fell asleep locked together...