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Bloody Knuckle

Old Wounds #2

Knuckle sat alone in the shower of his gym, having turned up the heat on every shower head to create a makeshift sauna to relax, soak and sweat in.

"Ah really need ta get a real one.." he muttered, thinking of the past when he had financial assistance.

"Chief, Ah miss ya.."

*****

~Waaay back when, before Ronson arrived...~

"KNUUUCK ya beast! Whoo-wee! Wild times! Alright Knuck, we're here!" Chief said, and Knuckle snapped out of a sort of trance he fell into on the four-hour road trip. This trip was wholly Chief's idea, although Knuckle showed enthusiasm as he learned of the purpose.

"We're here for a training trip. Three days, all the way up here by ourselves. We won't be bothered, you won't be distracted. But..." Chief said, before clearing his throat. The next part would be just as hard to say, even if Knuckle was the one that had to follow the instructions.

"While we're here Knuck... I need you to.." the St Bernard began, and Knuckle sensed his master's hesitation.

"What's up Chief? Just tell me." Knuckle requested earnestly.

"I need you to hold off on the knuckling. I need you focused. If you manage to make it, I promise I'll reward you." Chief said, and as he read Knuckle's face, he noticed a forced acceptance shift around his wolf's face almost invisibly.

"...Yeah Chief." Knuckle said, silently pouting against reason.

"You can do it Knuck. Whose the best dog around?" Chief said, and Knuckle sat there silently for a bare second before responding.

"Knuckle's the best dog in town..." he muttered.

"Good." Chief said as he opened the driver's side door, and stepped out to look around at their home for the next four days.

"Wow..." Chief said to himself.

"Knuck, take a look at this!" the dog exclaimed, and Knuckle reluctantly opened the door. His bare paws touched asphalt before he looked ar-

"Hooole-y.." Knuckle whistled as he looked over the terrain. The two of them sat on a manmade cliff atop an adandoned construction site with a storm drain that dumped a loud torrent into a bare steel grate. Concrete slabs winded down the walls to the drain at the bottom, just shy of a wide, dry area covered with patches of green grass and dotted with green-leaved trees and shrubs.

"I'll cook and keep everything straight. YOU just need to work. But I'll be here to keep you motivated Knuck." Chief said as he layed the rules out flat.

"Every three hours you get a break. How long will be decided by me, dependant upon how hard you work. That cool?" Chief asked. Knuckle nodded, letting his eyes digest all they could take in.

"One last thing.." Chief started. He took a short venture back to the car they arrived in, and opened the trunk.

"Knuck! Focus and catch!" Chief shouted, and Knuckle spun just in time to catch a large, heavy duffel bag in his jaws by the carrying strap. He clamped down, and kept still even though his center of gravity was corrupted. But the spry and sturdy wolf caught another bag, smaller this time, in one hand. He braced against the new weight, and caught one more weighty package in his free hand. His jaws burned as his head was weighed down, and Chief began to walk down the steep set of stairs. Knuckle followed after him shortly, taking his time to keep his footing.

After they both made it down and the tent was set up (after a comment that Knuckle made cracked them up), Chief sent Knuckle to begin his training.

His first task: to develop balance and speed.

"Free practice Knuck, do your stuff. I'm right here; I gotta manage our money though." Chief said, taking periodic glances at his dog as Knuckle performed basic kicks, punches and maneuvers in the shallow water of the storm drain's basin. Knuckle found the resistance on his feet troublesome, but as time passed he found a purpose in the ankle-deep pool. Soon after he discovered how to move, he resumed his training at his normal speed; a brown form that moved with high energy. Knuckle spun on his foot, his toes pressed down strongly for traction as he brought his other leg up for a roundhouse kick. The moment his rising foot flew to its effective extension, he released the grip of his other foot and rocketed through the water, splitting it bare as he flew along the slick concrete from sheer force. He slid to an easy stop, and blushed when he saw Chief nodding in approval.

"Havin fun there Knuck?" the dog asked, and Knuckle dropped his shoulders bashfully.

"Yeah Chief, Ah am." the wolf said.

"Thank ya. Fer bringin' me out this way." Knuckle said, and Chief smiled before laughing a bit.

"Knuck... You and your country ass twang.." he said, and the wolf blushed a bit harder.

Chief looked at his watch, and silently debated to himself briefly.

"Aw hell, you're done. For now."

"Alright Chief, what's next?"

"Now? I guess we chill for a bit. You could go for some downtime, couldn't ya boy?"

"Uh-huh, Ah could." Knuckle said, and he followed his master back to his chair. Chief sat down with a little force, and he snapped and pointed to the ground. Knuckle's attention was siezed by the snap and he sighted his master's hand, more importantly where it was pointing and sat there, near Chief.

"Good job Knuck. So here's my end of the bargain."

Chief turned his chair and scooted closer, putting Knuckle's lean torso between his knees and leaned forward. His paws found Knuckle's furry shoulders and began to rub around soothingly. Knuckle sighed a little; his master's hands were one commodity he rarely got to experience.

Chief rubbed around, frowning as he found great amounts of tension and stress all over Knuckle's back and shoulders.

"Overdoin it a bit ain't we?" Chief said as his paws roamed, and Knuckle melted a little at a time.

"Gonna do a little maintenance on ya. Just...compose yourself, alright Knuck?"

Knuckle nodded, silently ashamed of how great it felt to feel this particular set of paws on him. Chief kneaded, spread and vigorously worked the flesh of his wolf, attentively working to soothe any discomfort he came across.

Knuckle swallowed as his eyelids drooped, his body softened by his master's gentle hands. {Ahh, dog...} he thought to himself, and while Knuckle's entire back and shoulders were made malleable by Chief's hands, the halfway mark between his chest and back was as far as Chief would go. Knuckle silently wished for a belly rub, but Chief made it clear a long time before that Knuckle's belly was purely up to him.

Shortly after, Chief stopped and layed his paws on Knuckle's shoulders, rubbing rhythmically.

Knuckle gulped and sighed, his tongue out a little.

"How was that Knuck?"

"Damn good Chief. Thank ya."

Chief nodded, then resumed his massage with a little more pampering in mind, rewarding Knuckle's pain one rub at a time. Knuckle sat still, jumping a little on occasion and his mind drifted to more a more sensual situation, using reality to breathe life into his fantasy.

Chief rubbed around his wolf's sides and he drew him closer to reach Knuckle's furry belly, drawing a breath of pleasure from Knuckle's chest. Chief's paws scritched around lovingly, dipping low with a paw to the waistband of Knuckle's musky trunks...and even past, just a bit.

Knuckle whimpered silently, his sheath swelling harshly as the paws on his body took him to delightfully devious places. The wolf rolled his neck slowly, falling deeper into his wet daydream.

Chief rubbed Knuckle's belly with every intent to arouse him. As his fingers fell below his waistband they bumped or tagged Knuckle's fat sheath wet with sweat and pre, both canines catching an occasional wiff of Knuckle's musk that escaped the confines of fabric like jets of steam. Chief nuzzled Knuckle's cheek and his paw dropped much lower to scoop up his damp sac and cupped his sagging testicles smoothly.

Knuckle moaned breathlessly, soundlessly as his master showed him some affection-with interest. His sheath trickled pre down its front to run over his balls, and in his mind, onto Chief's paw.

Chief tugged and rolled the large pair in his paw, praising his dog for his man-sized equipment.

"Maybe I DO need to help ya unload these boy.. They do feel pretty heavy. I can feel all that spunk, sloshin around inside like a water balloon."

Chief then traced a paw around the throbbing spire of meat above, giving Knuckle's knot a little pressure and stroked the shaft up to the blunt tip, made an 'o' with his fingers, and snatched it free as he pulled his paw free from Knuckle's shorts. Knuckle gritted his teeth at the sharp sensation, and Chief sniffed his paw with a smirk, autographed boldly with his dog's scent.

Chief's paws left Knuckle's shoulders and they both sat still. Knuckle took a deep breath and his master patted his shoulders as he began to stand. Knuckle almost followed Chief to his feet but stopped, alerted by a stiffness in his trunks. He scooted forward, but otherwise didn't move, and Chief stood up to walk past him. Knuckle almost jumped from shock but kept his composure, fighting any outward emotion even as he met his master's eyes a short distance away. Chief stared at Knuckle, Knuckle stared back, then coolly closed his eyes and stretched with a yawn. Chief nodded and headed to the campsite.

(Good job Knuck.) Chief thought, well aware of his fighter's needs and wants.

Knuckle watched his master gain distance, then he sighed in relief.

(I hope he didn't see my boner!) Knuckle thought with a brief worry.

***** ***** ***** ***** *****

Later that night-

Chief sat upright next to a silently sleeping Knuckle. He closed his eyes and brought his muzzle close to Knuckle's splayed ears.

"Knuck, struggle and whine." the St said darkly, and Knuckle's subconscious picked up on the cue to surrender his mind. Chief's eyes narrowed as he continued, almost hatefully delivering his words.

"Shove it in boy.. Shove. It. In. Its clean, its tight, and its unclaimed. All for you Knuck." Knuckle's body froze as the idea took hold, and he whined ferally as...he liked the idea. He relaxed, mouth open in joy and tongue free, as the tent in his trunks grew larger and wetter by the second. Chief stared at it warily, then brought his muzzle back to Knuckle's ear.

"Uhn! Knuck! Knuck, please go slow boy..."

Knuckle nearly burst as his mind delivered the image, more vivid than a dream and he went wild, gathering up whatever was in arm's reach and placed it on his crotch, spearing it on his wet tent.

Chief kept it up.

"Don't..stop on my account boy, UUAHget to it!"

And Knuckle did, his lips peeled back in a sneaky grin as he held his makeshift bottom with his left hand. He lanced into the mass with a prounounced thrust, huffing deviously as Chief looked on.

"THAT'S a priveledge he'd abuse.." Chief whispered to himself. Then he chuckled.

"Sorry Knuck.." he said, as he positioned his muzzle low once more.

"KNUUUCK ya beast! Whoo-wee! Wild times!" he said, then laid back as Knuckle froze mid-thrust, collapsed limply, and resumed his sleep still and silent.

***** ***** *****

Knuckle woke up to the brightness of the sun in a jolt, and groaned so hard he shook the immediate area. He was exhausted. He sat up slowly, and looked at the ground where Chief...wasn't.

"FUCK!" he shouted, and scrambled to his feet as he raced outside, only to floored by his master's greeting.

"Good morning Knuck." the dog said, flipping sizzling feral deer sausage over on a skillet.

Knuckle made it to a knee, his ears awaiting some kind of punishment for oversleeping, but his master made no such argument.

"G'mornin Chief.." Knuckle replied, his worry melting as his nose reported every delectable detail.

"Sit and eat with me Knuck, last few are almost done." Chief said, and Knuckle took a seat across from him.

"Closer Knuck." Chief said, focused on his task, with a fork pressing fat free from the semi-flat piece of meat. Knuckle was hesitant; even over the irresistible scent of their breakfast, the stale scent of his arousal from the night before was easy to pick up.

"C'mon.." his master repeated, patting his own knee as he waited for his request to be fulfilled. But Knuckle complied, against his own caution and sat against Chief's side, fully aware that Chief's nose would pick up his musk.

"Good." Chief began, letting the last pieces of sausage sizzle to satisfaction, then placed them on a plate to cool, still hissing and popping.

"Eat up Knuck. Gonna run a gauntlet on ya. I let you work on your moves yesterday.." Chief said, before taking a bite of one piece of pleasantly seared venison. Knuckle nodded, then silently gathered his own breakfast, eating hastily to make up for time lost while he slept.

"So today we're working on your arm." Chief said, pointing to a rebar construct.

"Give me..." he began, while Knuckle chewed silently nearby, looking it over while he loosened up with twists and stretches.

"..Fifty pull-ups. That's three sets and then some." Chief directed, and Knuckle strutted over to the series of bars with no question. He sighted his and jumped up to it, clamping on with a strong grip and proceded to knock his first set out, moving smoothly with his left arm at the small of his back. He made sure to flex as he completed each repetition, with his knees bent as he dipped, huffing short breaths. He approached his 14th rep and his ears alerted him to Chief's voice.

"Knuckle, hear and perform." he said, and Knuckle suddenly was free of thought, his body working on its own as he continued. Knuckle's initial intention was to make three sets of fifteen and five more, but his master wanted to make sure he wouldn't take more time to rest than he should.

Knuckle's arm bulged as he powered through his thirtieth reps, growing hot as while he wanted to stop, he couldn't help but continue. His arm was starting to groan with strain, his hot body tautly bound his lungs and he could feel his testicles drop from the exertion, from the heat, from the motion, weighing on the crotch fabric of his trunks. Knuckle grunted as he finished his fourty-fifth pull-up, his ears fluttering as...he had to obey his master's order. He was bound by Chief's word, and he had no other option, even as his arm roared with heat and effort of his fourty-eighth pull-up. His last two were near, his mission nearly complete, he grinned as his left arm brought his hand to his crotch and grabbed it, squeezing his basket tight as he performed the last two reps perfectly, grunting as he squeezed himself a bit harder than he meant to. He released his grip on the bar he pracically crushed it into and fell, landing surely on his feet. He turned to look at Chief, who was nodding as his eyes darted around Knuckle's form. Knuckle could see what he was looking at, being able to read his opponent's eyes to see what they were going to attack. Chief wasn't a fighter though. Knuckle saw him eye his bulging right arm, his breathing, his posture down to his feet, and.. Chief stared at the bulge in Knuckle's trunks caused by the mass of his relaxed ballsac. Knuckle stood silently, as Chief was staring at his crotch without a doubt.

"Chief what're we doin next?" Knuckle said, a little louder, trying to bring his master back to the present. While he was honestly flattered... It felt strange on a smaller level. He smiled, though, and Chief gave his next instruction.

"Your arm is huge Knuck! So its gonna help your other one, with thirty pushups. Don't need it left in the dust, tiny and all that because you don't jack off with your left hand." Chief said, and Knuckle swiftly dropped into the pushup position with a smile. Chief circled briefly, then used his foot to spread Knuckle's legs a bit, and then just a small bit more. Knuckle blushed, grinning as Chief stepped back, admired his wolf's display. Knuckle chuckled to himself as he began to excercise, swiftly reching ten reps.

"Slow down Knuck." Chief said, and his dog's pace dropped in speed, and Knuckle began to think about Chief sniffing his ass. He smirked as he imagined Chief kneeling just behind, one hand hefting his sweaty balls, with his nose buried just under his bushy tail. He approached his twenty-second repetition and asked his master "You wanna give me a sniff, Chief?" Chief was indeed staring at Knuckle's butt, but he shook his head as again his attention was returned by Knuckle.

"Knuckle I can smell you from here." Chief said and it was true: Knuckle was smelly by now. Spreading his legs did little to hold his scent in check, and the flow of air through his musky asscrack filled their makeshift gym with his smell.

"Guess I...didn't expect you to fill out so suddenly.." Chief said grinning as Knuckle finished his pushups.

"But I'll just have to deal with it, There's nowhere to wash up out here, except for the storm drain." he added, and Knuckle's ears perked as he realized he might HAVE to use the drain, if his scent grew in potency. The torrent roared on, pitilessly.

"Well, Ah hope Ah ain't gotta do that.. My modesty would kill me!" Knuckle hooted, snickering.

"I'm not in the mood to look at your nuts and bare butt right now Knuck, so yeah, we're on the same page." Chief said, and Knuckle's ears stood as he thought multiple times over about what he'd just heard.

"Finish your stuff Knuck we gotta move." Chief ordered, and Knuckle resumed his excercise without hesitation, approaching his final repetition.

"Leaning rest, Knuck." Chief said, and Knuckle held his form, with toes pointed, his back and legs tight, and arms sturdy.

And he would remain this way, as he realized his master was making him perform a plank for his core. His already worn arms held him with effort but Knuckle could focus through it; this was nothing. Chief knelt nearby and put a paw on Knuckle's back, watching as the wolf huffed a breath of effort.

"You alright Knuck?" he asked in earnest, and Knuckle chuckled as he proudly endured.

"WOOF." the wolf responded, and the dog nodded as he began to circle him, watching as Knuckle neared just over a minute on his arms.

"Your abs are gonna be so hard you can make a tune when your dick taps em Knuck." Chief said, and Knuckle giggled.

"You can handle two more minutes..." Chief said, and Knuckle felt a jolt as he pictured it.

By now his arms weren't doing so well, and their owner grunted as his body groaned in tune with his tone.

"You good?" Chief asked as he saw his dog twitch, but Knuckle didn't want to give up.

"Y-YEAH CHIEF!!" Knuckle shouted.

"You sure?" Chief asked.

"YEAH CHIEF! AH WANNA PLAY A TUNE ON MY ABS, CHIEF!" Knuckle shouted.

"YOU WANNA BOTHER ME WITH THAT DICK MUSIC KNUCKLE?" Chief asked, knowing by now Knuckle could collapse.

"AH WANNA BOTHER YOU WIT MY DICK MUSIC CHIEF!" Knuckle shouted, louder, shuddering as he felt his body boil with heat, his teeth bared, and he wouldn't fail his master, or himself.

"That's it Knuck, that's it..." Chief said as he saw Knuckle really push himself. He saw, and appreciated, how hard he was trying here, even knowing that Chief was trying to make him collapse, even knowing they weren't finished with training.

Knuckle fought to keep himself supported, his arms weren't going to last much longer but he wanted to legitimately collapse, if he was going to.

"Alright Knuck, hand presses. I'll hold you steady but I want thirty." he said, and Knuckle nodded as he swiftly went vertical, arching at his back before pressing with his strong feet to get off the ground, and Chief caught his shins. He grunted a bit harder, out of effort to keep inverted, and slight relaxation as he shifted to a new position. Knuckle quickly began to perform them, with his master holding him by his ankles, his tail limply flailing about to softly bat the dog's face, which made him chuckle just a bit.

Here Chief could get a good view of Knuckle's equipment; his hairy taint and balls shifted in and out of view thanks to either leg of Knuckle's signature "MIGHTIEST" brand trunks. Each rep Knuckle slowly pushed out revealed exclusive and intimate details Chief was finding himself increasingly familiar with.

Knuckle groaned hard through his twenty-sixth repetition and he panted pitifully, his body almost steaming.

"Come on Knuck, show me what them nuts are for, come on!" Chief urged. Knuckle gulped and pressed out his next one.

"I see London, I see France, Knuckle ain't wearin any underpants!" Chief teased, and Knuckle pressed out another, trembling, with bared teeth as his back and side muscles screamed.

"Rrr.. Gah!" Knuckle grunted, with Chief admiring how hard Knuckle pushed himself, for him.

"I oughta take you around on your leash and collar, Knuck. Let everyone know whose got you" Chief said, and Knuckle pushed once more, in very shaky form.

"You WANT that nut, don't you Knuck?" Chief teased, and Knuckle gulped, pushing out his last assisted hand press, and Chief let him go to return to his feet, in which the wolf immediately began to pant, his eyes closing for seconds at a time, his shoulders heaving and his ears drooped.

"That was damn good, Knuckle, I'm proud of you!" Chief praised, and while he heaved in recovery, he could only nod at his master.

Chief wasn't satisfied with that, however.

"Whose the best dog in town Knuck?" Chief asked, and Knuckle swallowed a mouthful of air before barking out "ME CHIEF!"

"I ain't hear shit! WHOSE THE BEST DOG IN TOWN, KNUCKLE?" Chief repeated, and Knuckle gritted his teeth before loosing another response, louder.

"ME CHIEF!"

"Yer goddamn right." Chief said, nodding.

***

Knuckle and his master sat nearby a barrel fire, watching the stars above. Chief took care to let his fighter really relax; his training was indeed strenuous and taxing on him. Chief sat in a folding chair and Knuckle sat against the side of it, and occasionally, the St bernard would let a hand free to pat Knuckle's head, or rub his shoulder.

"My good dog.." he would say, and Knuckle shifted in his spot every time he heard it. Knuckle could sense Chief was growing in affection for him, and remembered that he was a flirt even after he knew of Knuckle's feelings for him.

"You did real good today Knuck. You got tonight and all day tomorrow before I'll let you touch yourself again; I bet when you get up your sac'll have made a crater in the dirt, haha." Chief joked, and Knuckle sighed peacefully in the cool air. He knew Chief was bringing it up to tease him, and...he wanted to go along for the ride, but he also thought that Chief would leave him hanging when it came down to it, promise or not.

"Ah'm gonna head to bed Chief." Knuckle said, and he stood up to head to his tent. "Told ya!" Chief exclaimed, and Knuckle turned to look. Chief was pointing at the spot the wolf was sitting, and sure enough, his heavy testicles did mark a spot of their own.

Knuckle smirked, and Chief watched him walk away, his tail dusting his rear as he went.

*****

Knuckle had fallen asleep about an hour before Chief entered his tent and sat near him, looking his fighter over. While he laid there still, he would twitch, and grunt from an ache from his muscles. Chief nodded gently, and gave his wolf a command to recover by.

"Knuckle, rest and recover boy." Chief said, and Knuckle immediately fell into a deeper sleep, breathing fully.

***** ***** *****

The next morning Knuckle awoke on time, but again, he was alone in his tent. He felt good enough, despite his exertion. He stretched, and his body reported how hard he went at training yesterday, and winced a bit at the pain of his sore core, upper body, and arms.

"Heh, its good pain." he said, and crawled out of his tent.

Instead of feeling like he missed a plane or bus, he found his master wearing red fighting trunks of his own.

"Oh, morning Knuck." Chief said, fastening his knuckle gloves.

"Morning Chief." Knuckle responded.

"What's the plan today?" the wolf asked.

"We're gonna spar, Knuck. I got some moves to show you."

"For real?" the wolf asked, amused and ready.

"Oh yeah boy, we're gonna scuffle." Chief said, waggling his eyebrows. Knuckle's heart raced as he heard a rarely used title, when, a long time before, Chief was way more physical and playful.

The saint dog squatted first before he put his knees to the ground, his thick legs spread, with his bulge prominent and visible. Knuckle's mind screamed as, while me met his master's gaze, his peripheral vision clearly picked it up.

Knuckle did the same, albeit he was a bit more classy to kneel first.

"Have at you, Knuck..." Chief said, his butt raised.

Knuckle shrugged, and openly grabbed his heavy scrotum through his trunks before he followed Chief to a crouching pose.

***

Chief approached with caution, and Knuckle was still. The saint circled his dog, who remained motionless and grabbed him from behind in a full-Nelson hold: Knuckle's arms were hooked by his master's upturned fists.

Chief felt a surge of pride as he actually caught his fighter in a hold, but...

Knuckle could read Chief's posture from the hold, and found how his legs were positioned. The wolf shifted and squatted, his change in balance allowed Knuckle to reach with his right arm and grab Chief's left hand, and rolled forward to throw his master to the ground over his shoulder. Chief landed on his back, the tip of his nose positioned right under the wolf's hefty crotch. Knuckle smirked, and Chief frowned as he quickly got back to his feet, and rushed to grab him in a clinch, but Knuckle shifted almost imperceptibly in defense and Chief's grip fell to his waist, where he pulled Knuckle's trunks down.

There... Chief got an unimpeded view of his dog's equipment: his buzzed sheath and large, dangling pair of testicles. Chief stared in shock, and Knuckle smirked again.

"How'd that happen?" he asked, calmly pulling his trunks up with a smile.

Chief blushed, flustered by the experience of his face that close to another male's genitals.

"You wanna play dirty..." Chief said, narrowing his eyes.

"You puttin a cork in me makes it hard to hide deez nuts, Chief..."

"Well, you better try harder!" Chief fumed.

"Yeah Chief. M'sorry." Knuckle said, looking to the floor, despite his cool demeanor.

Chief realized then, that it was harmless in itself, since he'd seen Knuckle naked before, in a passionately intimate setting.

"Just don't get to used to flashing your boys all willy-nilly. We're not at home." Chief said with a wink, and Knuckle grinned brightly.

"Heh, yeah Chie-" the wolf started, before his voice caught in his throat as his master took his shorts off. He followed that with a jiggle to his testicles, smiling as he felt the free wind blow along his junk.

"There, all better" he said. Knuckle swallowed audibly: seeing his master like this pressed a very large button; the naughty and carefree display revealing every tooth of his in a big grin.

May A- You may, Knuck." Chief said, and his wolf dropped his trunks the same.

"All better!" Knuckle cheered, and a glance his master's way brought a question to his mind as he saw that Chief was a bit more excited than he let on, with his sheath swollen a little.

"Chief, are ya horn- Let's get on with it!" the dog said.

***

The two spent the whole afternoon attacking and receiving strikes and other blows, initiating and escaping holds and throws, and other small facets of fighting the two were familiar with.

The cherry on top, for Knuckle at least, was that they were both naked.

Knuckle parried a punch away from his face, with a twist of the waist that made his scrote fling about.

"Keep yer eyes up here, Chief." Knuckle politely directed, pointing to both eyes with one hand.

Chief took a tentative breath and evaded his fighter's punch, seizing Knuckle from the rear, their fur coats gliding fluidly by each other's, along with a sheath pressed snugly to the tail bases of both.

"Well Knuck... I suppose I already own you..." the dog said, a bit lewdly.

This went on into the later evening, with both furs panting as necessary as they ended their scuffling in widespread squats, their ball sacks both relaxed and low enough to touch the ground.

Knuckle pointed at Chief's low-hanging pair, then back to his own.

"Buddies!" the wolf grinned, and his master blushed.

The last few hours had opened Chief's mind and eyes to his fighter, and his heart. Even being friends before the Underground Chief hadn't gotten to know Knuckle as well as he realized he should have.

He felt safe here with his fighter, who honestly loved him, and adored the ground he walked upon. Maybe, just maybe...

"Knuckle?" Chief started, and the wolf was all ears in attention.

"Yeah Chief?"

"I think... I..."

"Yeah? What's up?"

"Nevermind." Chief said, standing up in a stretch after his heartbeat had slowed to normal. He saw his wolf's confused face, and waved him over.

"Let's get wet boy." the St said, and Knuckle happily followed, after he collected their trunks.

Chief waded into the water first, yipping out at the initial shock. The water went up to his belly, and after a moment he found it comfortable enough to soak himself all over.

Knuckle charged in with a hoot, the opportunity to skinny dip with his best friend present and awaiting him with no obstruction.

As Knuckle waded out to his master he didn't flinch at the shock, letting it out with a short shout.

"WOO!" the wolf hooted, grinning wide.

"You're having fun. That's what I want now." Chief said, leaning against the concrete wall of the drain.

Knuckle licked his mouth and smiled, coolly approaching his master with his arms raised, his damp armpits airing out.

"Still ain't till t'morrow when Ah can unload.." Knuckle mentioned.

"Yeah, that's right." Chief said, lowering to submerge his shoulders.

Despite Chief's assertion Knuckle's smile never fell.

***

That evening, 8:06 pm

After they had enjoyed their time in the storm drain both Knuckle and Chief sat by a roaring campfire they had made.

Both were close as brothers would have been: both heads resting on the other's shoulder, sharing warmth between themselves as they air-dried.

"The stars sure are bright tonight..." Knuckle said, breathing calmly.

"The sky is so clear." Chief added.

"It's real peaceful out here..." Knuckle followed.

"And I'd still have no other dog to protect me than you Knuckle." Chief said, reaching up past his head to pat Knuckle's shoulder.

"Master, Ah love ya..." Knuckle said sweetly.

Chief choked on a breath in surprise as his pet made another in his series of baffling, yet affectionate offerings.

"I- *cough* uh, I mean yeah Knuck. I love you too."

"Goddam you're a sap, Knuckle..." Chief said with a smile, his cheeks flushing.

"I told you not to call me 'Master'. Makes me feel weird." Chief said, shuffling a little.

"But ya are..." Knuckle said.

"Only in title." Chief replied.

"That why ya won't let me bring ya breakfast in bed?" Knuckle said with a smirk.

"Nah Knuck..." Chief finished.

"But I'd like a hard Irish coffee, ya know, with balls, and a big ass breakfast burrito. Sometimes." the St added as an afterthought, and Knuckle hissed in laughter.

"Chief?"

"Yeah Knuck?"

"You ain't my master, but... Ah am your dog." Knuckle stated with cool pride.

"Yeah you are, Knuckley. You're MY dog." Chief said, he said hoarsely, while he softly patted Knuckle's cheek.

*** *** ***

11:56 pm

Chief awoke to find the fire had died down a bit, and tossed a few kindling bits into the embers to feed the flame. Knuckle's head was resting gently on his shoulder, and the St began to smile as he reached back to gently rub his fighter's chest.

With his fingers he felt the immediate change in tension as Knuckle jumped and huffed.

He didn't seem to wake though, and Chief nodded to himself as his fingers turned to palms, rubbing Knuckle's efficient chest muscles.

"Mmm..." Knuckle moaned softly, and Chief gulped.

"Knuck, you might not remember this trip the way I will, but..." he began, softly turning to cradle his dog over his lap.

"I'll make damn sure you enjoy your compensation." Chief said as he rubbed his slowly stirring fighter.

"You've worked hard, boy." Chief said, reaching lower to softly scratch Knuckle's belly.

Knuckle lurched and jumped, settling back to his master's lap as he began to softly moan.

Chief's ears alerted him to Knuckle's breathing, and he switched to a softer palm as Knuckle slowly opened his eyes to his master's face.

"Good morning handsome." Chief said with a smile.

12:03 am

"Ch-Chief, what?" Knuckle murmured, his sensitive belly tingling with his master's touch. One of his legs began to lightly kick and flail in response to the contact and Chief chuckled.

"Yep." the St said with a nod, tenderly digging into the soft brown hair and dense ab muscles with his nails.

Enjoying himself bit by bit Knuckle began to smile, even smirking as his master delivered his promise.

"O-oooh, oh yeah!" Knuckle panted, with Chief's paw traveling a bit further south until he grabbed his fighter's swollen sheath.

"Mmmm!" Knuckle huffed, watching as his member began to stiffen in his boss's hand.

"Chief, jack me off.." Knuckle said, looking up, his inverted face welcoming and warm.

"Sure." Chief responded simply. And indeed it was no issue for Chief to stroke his pet's shaft, squeezing and smacking his free palm with the thick and prominent meat.

"Goddam Knuck, I really won with you, didn't I?" Chief asked his beaming fighter.

Knuckle's shaft flexed hard in response to the praise but his body relaxed fully while Chief's hand worked his shaft.

"You like it, I know." Chief said softly, releasing Knuckle's cock to gently pick up his hairy, pendulous pair by a few thin hairs to let them plop onto Chief's generous, caring paw.

"W-woooow..." Knuckle whimpered, the sweet sensation of such a previously forbidden and now free touch blew his mind.

Chief made a ring around the slack of Knuckle's ballsac and tugged the big set of nuts to their limit.

Knuckle licked his lips, his eyes softening shut, until Chief shifted in his spot.

"Hop up Knuck." he instructed, and the wolf dumbly found his feet, his boner erasing every thought except letting this continue as long as it could.

"Now sit." Chief said, crossing his legs with a smile. Knuckle turned and gasped; Chief's cock was hard as well, and throbbing in the night air.

"Sit!" Chief urged, and Knuckle set in the hoop of Chief's thick thighs, relaxing against the St's soft pudge.

Once in place, his master embraced him, with one paw returning to his belly and the other stroking his hard dick with care.

Knuckle's body began to jump again; Chief's belly-occupied paw traveled up his wolf's neck and chest once again, delivering gentle scratches to Knuckle's fur-covered flesh.

Chief's strokes were halted by an increase in friction, so he leaned past Knuckle who was electric with anticipation, watching as Chief spat a big wad of drool to his paw, coating the hot dick in his hand.

"Ah, urrff..." the wolf groaned, and he began to leak his musky precum in a steady flow that Chief used as lubricant, speeding up his strokes to a degree that Knuckle whined out in sick delight, the feeling electric and intense.

"Hh-G-AH!" Knuckle yelped, propping up on his arms as Chief yanked his breath out, returning to a normal, gentler speed. The wolf heaved and gasped as his master then massaged and handled his balls again, and, he noticed that when that happened he felt his master's shaft flex.

Chief was smiling casually as he happily stroked the only dick he'd ever touch in the world.

"You gettin' close?" he asked his wolf, who nodded in a choked response.

"Alright Knuckle, check this out." Chief said, as he added his other hand to the task, with the wolf's teeth bared and jaws wide open.

"Oh, oh Chief! Chief yeah! Oh Chief yer paws!" Knuckle howled out.

"I can barely handle this meat, Knuckle. You're pretty hung. Lucky for me I wasn't going into this blind. It's fucking fat Knuckle!" Chief slyly replied, chuckling as he felt Knuckle's cock swell.

"Uh-huh, you gonna nut Knuckle? That was fast.." Chief asked as his wolf tensed up and began to moan.

"Uhhhn Chief it's... You... You're gonna tug it out!" Knuckle groaned. Chief went into his blistering stroke again, and Knuckle shook.

"You're gonna tug it out!! You're gonna tug out my load Chief!" Knuckle whimpered, and his master took note of the best strokes given, returning to the tortuous overload he knew his wolf loved.

Knuckle groaned and thrashed, whimpering out "HnmnnoOOH FUUCK, OH FUCK CHIEF YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME SPILL MY LOAD" and the St went into overdrive, actually sweating from the effort but he felt his reward approaching: the veiny cock exploded with a gush of hot semen that shot past Knuckle's shoulder, flinging his load in huge and messy arcs, ropes of his backed up and teased seed splattered onto the wolf's dense abs.

The next ropes flung past the shuddering wolf; his thrashing threw some wet, runny lines up Chief's forearms. Chief almost dropped Knuckle from the shock of his load and the lean from his previous heterosexual urges, but breathed and focused on delivering the love he was eager to show his wolf.

"Phew, wasn't... expecting that, but it's... just you." Chief said, tempering his disgust with the familiarity of his property.

"Yeah, there ya go Knuckle..." Chief whispered as he kept his arms working, much softer as Knuckle's breathing and grunting finally calmed.

"O-oooh fuuuck..." he gasped.

"Sit up." Chief instructed, and when Knuckle did so he spread his legs, and shook his arms, slinging the fluid from them.

"You unload like a whale." Chief said, slowly finding a smirk.

"Back down." the St said, and Knuckle relaxed back into Chief's arms.

"That was just the first one." Chief said, his smirk growing into a smile, and he giggled as Knuckle's bushy tail began to wag.

***

2:09 am

Chief had yanked and tugged two more massive, wet, and noisy (in Knuckle's case) loads from his wolf's shaft, leaving him a musky, twitching mess.

The dog even slipped a kiss to the temple in after the second one, priming the eager fighter for the third.

"There." Chief said, exhausted by his own right. He looked Knuckle over, and found peace in Knuckle's satisfaction.

"Ah...goddam loved that." Knuckle said after a breath.

"That's some damn good motivation." Knuckle said, and Chief found himself quite scared.

"Uh, yeah? Nah Knuck this was a one-time deal. It's just us, and just between us." the dog said with a shift of his eyes.

"Aww... That sounded like the beginning of a better relationship, heh..." Knuckle said with a joking smile.

Chief gulped.

"You think you'd want that more often?" he asked, suddenly feeling like he'd made a huge mistake.

"If ya got the time, Chief.." the fighter replied.

"Oh. Uh... Fuck..." Chief hissed under his breath.

"Thank ya though Chief. For real." Knuckle said, and Chief's head fell.

"KNUUUCK ya beast! Whoo-wee! Wild times!" he said, uttering this cursed phrase, and Knuckle froze. His eyes were blank, he was totally still.

Then he relaxed, against Chief who'd began to tear up.

"I'm sorry Knuckle, I'm so sorry..." Chief said.

*** ***

6:04 am

Knuckle awoke with a startle, realizing that he was alone on the ground.

Chief was gone.

"Shit..." he said, thinking that he'd fallen asleep while he and his master chatted.

"Aw no..." he said, looking over his body to see streaks of his dried cum.

"Oh fuck..." he said, when Chief approached, dressed.

"Put your clothes on Knuckle, we're going back." the dog said, aware of Knuckle's nudity but unconcerned.

"Chief, Ah had an accidental discharge..." the wolf said sheepishly.

"Aw hell I know. I woke up, thinking it was about to rain but it was just you, shootin your load all crazy. I had to get away, but it's fine." Chief said.

"I think you had a pretty good dream though, I heard you moaning in and out." Chief said, and Knuckle thought for a moment.

"Nah, Ah don't remember nothin, Chief." Knuckle said.

The St Bernard put his hands in his pockets.

"It's fine, just get dressed. You got a fight due!" Chief said, and Knuckle nodded as he started to slip his trunks on.

"Can Ah rinse off in the drain, Chief?"

"Make it quick, we gotta go."

*** *** ***

Present Day-

Knuckle sat and thought, always feeling that he'd missed something, but never much more than that, until he remembered a phrase Chief seemed to abandon: "Wild Times". As he did so, he felt a sort of fissure in his thoughts, as he had a surge of memories rise from seemingly nowhere.

As he realized, and remembered, he was overwhelmed with his grief and fondness for his master for taking such a huge step.

He had always wondered if he was crazy, but reality made his eyes wet with tears of happiness.

"I was wondering where you were..." a deep voice called, and the door opened as a large, brown-spotted bull with a green fauxhawk entered.

Seeing his friend in tears made him rush to his side, worried and concerned.

"What's the matter?" the bull asked.

"Ronnie Ah was just... thinking about Chief, and a trip we took, -way back when." they said together.

The bull Ronnie smiled, and brought the wolf close.

"Did Chief do something nice?" he asked with a smile, as the wolf looked at him with wonder.

"The night you got hurt Chief told me something I could believe, but really didn't until now." the bull said, hugging his friend close.

"Ah... He really..." Knuckle sobbed.

"You gonna be okay?" the bull asked.

"Aw yeah, don't worry about me." the wolf said with a chuckle.

"Come on, spar wit' me." Knuckle said as he stood.

"Sure thing bud. I got your back." the bull said as they left the shower, arms over each other's shoulders.