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Soft. So very soft. And warm. There was also a faint musky fragrance tickling his nose, filling his mind with the image of a pointy eared doberman. Jake didn't want to open his eyes, he was much too comfortable.

The only downside was... he felt like shit. His throat was dry and cracked and he had a nasty aftertaste in his mouth. His body felt weak and even moving an arm felt like a chore. Not to mention a massive hangover pounding his head in.

Rolling onto his back with a groan, he let himself get acclimated to this shift in position, mostly for the sake of his throbbing head.

Slowly he cracked an eye open, feeling the crusts on his eyelids irritating his eye and adding to his growing discomfort.

How he wished he could go back to two minutes ago where he was curled up in a soft bed with warm covers that was imprinted with the manly, rich musky scent of Victor.

Wait a minute...

With one eye open he finally became aware of his surroundings and it dawned on him that this wasn't his bedroom. He opened his second eye and looked around the room without getting up. From what he could see it was very... spartan. A white ceiling with a dingy lamp hanging from its cord and tacky brown wallpaper with nothing else on the walls. He could see a closet tucked against a wall but that's about it. There wasn't even a nightstand when he turned his head slightly, and no alarm clock either and it was hard to guesstimate the time from the slim rays of sunlight filtering in from the only window with the blinds pulled down.

Preparing himself mentally for the inevitable, Jake took a deep breath and pulled himself with difficulty up into a sitting position. The back of his head exploded and he groaned audibly and clutched his head with both hands to alleviate some of the pain.

Yep, sitting up was a bad decision.

Just as he was about to fall back into the very soft bed the door cracked open and Victor's head popped inside. The top of his head brushed against the doorframe and his ears were still on the other side, only his muzzle poked into the room.

The sight was both comical and adorable but Jake couldn't muster the energy to giggle at the sight, instead he blinked stupidly when he saw Victor's mouth move but no sound came out of it.

"What?" He said sluggishly, moving his hands to rub his temple as he winced at the sound of his own raspy voice.

"I said good morning." Victor's clear voice suddenly cut through the silence over his own gravely voice and Jake gave a little jolt of surprise. Wincing again as he did so.

"Is it really?" Jake huffed, rubbing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his muzzle as he tried to recall how he got here in the first place.

"Morning? Yeah." Victor ducked under the doorframe and stepped inside the room, carrying a glass of water in his hand. Victor was wearing a red tank top and a pair of black short shorts that perfectly showed off his thickly muscular thighs, not to mention a large bulge at his groin. Just from the look of it he could tell that that package was barely containing a pair of plump doberman balls and a fat sheath.

"Then it's far from a good one. Ugh." Jake pulled his knees up as Victor sat down on the bed and held the glass of water out to him.

"I can see that. Here, I got some water for you. Make sure to drink it slowly." Jake grunted as he accepted the glass, bringing it to his lips and taking a sip. God, how he wanted to down all of the water at once in one gulp when he realized just how thirsty he was. Still he took careful sips of the water and felt the refreshing liquid running down his throat soothing the pain of his soreness.

"Guh, I'm too old to be drinking this much on a half full stomach..." He muttered as he finished the last of his water and handed the now empty glass back to Victor. "Thanks for the water, and uh... for taking care of me."

Looking down for the first time he noticed he was no longer wearing his own clothes. He was only wearing one of Victor's t-shirts, as was evident by the size of the shirt. The large shirt hung loose off his small frame, the neck exposing half of his chest and he was pretty sure it would go below his knees if he stood up.

"So uhm, what did happen last night? The last thing I can remember was seeing you dancing..." Immediately his cheeks flushed red and he felt lightheaded. Flashing images of a naked Victor popped up inside his head and he had to beat them down before he tented the covers with his boner...

Very bad timing for that! Down boy!

"Well..." Victor told him about him wanting to leave, and Victor taking him outside to make sure he was safe, including the explanation about why he did so.

"Then you threw up and almost fell over so I had to catch you. It was obvious to me that you didn't feel very well so I wanted to take you home. You were barely conscious and only mumbled incoherently when I tried asking you where you lived, so in the end I decided to bring you to my place. Urh, I hope you don't mind... but I took off your dirty clothes and threw them in the laundry and... gave you a quick rinse in the shower before putting you to bed." Victor clutched the glass in his large hands as he explained last night to Jake, staring at it rather than looking at him.

"Hum..." Jake made a thoughtful humming sound, mulling over what Victor told him and observing his face. He'd seen that expression before, like Victor expected to be scolded for helping him or worrying about him.

"That was very kind of you Victor, thank you. As for undressing me and giving me a quick wash, well it's better than the alternative and going to bed all messy isn't it? Plus you probably didn't mind seeing me naked, it would only be fair since I saw you in all your glory last night." Jake chuckled when Victor fidgeted at his words. It always amused him how embarrassed the big dog could get, it was just too adorable to see.

They lapsed into a semi-awakward silence. Well Victor appeared to be awkward anyway.

Jake was rather enjoying himself despite the situation of waking up hungover and feeling like shit. It was a small price to pay to get to visit Victor's home. He'd never expected himself to be in a situation where he would be able to visit at all. How would he even go about that? 'Yes I know that I'm your boss but I'd really like to come over to your place'? Fat chance of that working.

As he mulled this over Victor spoke up.

"I got some breakfast ready for you if you want any, or I could get you more water first?" Victor looked at him now, his pointed ears perking up cautiously.

"Considering that what little food I had last night is now on the pavement in Beast Haven's parking lot, I would love some breakfast. What did you make?" Jake pulled the covers off him and made to get up from the bed but was stopped in his tracks when Victor leaned over and gently held him back by putting a paw on his chest.

"Don't get up, I'll bring it to you. Toast with eggs and bacon sounds good to you?" Victor got up after ensuring Jake would stay put, opening the bedroom door again.

"That sounds amazing, honestly. But I shouldn't eat breakfast in your bed, I've already troubled you enough-..." Jake glanced over Victor's bed. Now that he looked properly at it, it was huge! At least it was in his eyes, compared to his own bed at home it was at least twice as big. He could roll on it for days before he reached the other end.

"It's no trouble sir. You're still weak from dehydration and lack of food. You stay there and I'll bring breakfast in a minute." And with that, he left. Leaving Jake by himself.

With no doberman to rest his eyes on, Jake went back to looking around the bedroom. The size of the room made it feel very cramped, especially with the oversized bed filling up most of it.

He looked down at the t-shirt he wore and clutched it in his hands. The fabric was soft and when he brought it up to his nose to smell it he could tell that it had been fresh out of the laundry when Victor had put it on him. But when he inhaled there was still a very faint smell of the doberman's scent. Rich, musky, and a little bit earthy. It stood out to him despite the efforts of the detergent, and for some reason that made him smile. His tail flicked constantly as he took another sniff of the shirt, making sure to fully memorize this moment before he let go of the shirt.

Turning his attention to look at the door his ear flicked when he could hear Victor moving utensils around. The kitchen must be relatively close to the bedroom or the walls were really thin. That would explain how Victor knew to check on him when he groaned himself awake earlier.

Then again Jake had always had really good hearing. Comes with being a fox he supposed.

A memory came flooding back from his childhood and he hugged his arms around his knees, closing his eyes and humming a tune.

"Looks like you're feeling better already. Thinking about something good?" Victor had returned, carrying a tray with him as he pushed open the door with a shoulder.

"Mhh, just reminiscing." Jake crossed his legs and scooted forward when Victor placed the tray of food on the bed in front of him. The food looked absolutely amazing and just the sight of it made Jake salivate heavily. The eggs were fried to perfection with sunny side up and the bacon sizzled so well he could tell they were just the right amount of crispy. A small pile of toast lay to the side with a container of butter and a few jams to choose from. And lastly a tall glass of orange juice.

"Dig in, this is all for you, I already ate. The jams are strawberry, raspberry and blueberry." Victor indicated to each of the jams as he explained, but Jake was already tearing into the bacon and eggs with a ravenous hunger.

A minute or so passed with Victor watching Jake devour his breakfast at an alarming pace.

"What were you reminiscing about?" Victor seized the chance to ask while Jake took a big gulp of his orange juice.

"Whew, this has got to be some of the best damn breakfast I've had in years." Jake exclaimed, taking a deep breath after swallowing the juice in his mouth.

"And, well, it might sound a bit silly but I was remembering a game I used to play a lot with my cousins when I was younger." Jake paused his endeavor of devouring his breakfast long enough to wipe a few crumbs away from the corner of his mouth.

"How the hell did you start thinking about a childhood game when you're hungover!?" Victor asked, astonished.

"Mhhm." Jake mumbled with his mouth full of eggs before he chewed and swallowed.

"I guess I was thinking about how much I could hear through the bedroom door, and that got me thinking about how much I used my good hearing to my advantage, and that led me to remembering how my cousins and I turned it into a special game of hide and seek." Jake rambled on while spreading blueberry jam on a piece of toast. For some reason he felt very comfortable talking with Victor right now, more so than usual. Maybe he was still drunk, or maybe it was because he felt very safe in Victor's bedroom. It was different than being in his office, that's for sure.

"That's... a very wild train of thought you have there." Victor scratched the back of his head, looking both amused and confused.

"Heh, I guess so." Jake ate some more of his breakfast before Victor spoke again.

"So what made your little game of hide and seek so special?" Victor had propped a leg up on the bed while watching Jake. It momentarily distracted Jake from what he was going to say as he only now realized how close Victor was sitting. As he only wore a pair of short shorts from the waist down it greatly showed off his legs, all the way up to his thick thighs.

Before he could start to drool again, Jake snapped out of his sudden daze by shaking his head.

"It's pretty silly really. Instead of everyone else hiding and having one seeker, we did it the other way around. Everyone but one would do the seeking and the last one would be hiding. And I was always the one who would do the hiding." Jake picked up another piece of toast before continuing. "We used to call it Fox Hunt until my dad found out. Man you should've seen his face back then. Especially when I told him that I came up with the name. I have never seen such a wide range of emotions on a wolf's muzzle in such a short amount of time." Jake smiled fondly at the memory of his dad's upset, confused, shocked, and amused face. He could tell his dad really wanted to be angry but instead found it all hilarious. "In the end we changed the name to Run With The Wolves to make it sound less offensive. Didn't change much since it was still me hiding from a whole bunch of wolves in the forest behind our estate." He sighed wistfully, eyeing the last piece of bacon and stabbing it upon his fork.

Victor snickered, his body quaking with suppressed laughter.

"You really are wild." Victor grinned, his pearly white fangs exposed along his pointed muzzle. "Talk about being raised by wolves."

"Yeah well." Jake felt the tips of his ears grow hot. "I suppose that makes sense since I was adopted into a family of timberwolves. Despite our differences, I really mixed well with my family and my cousins. Forming a real bond, y'know?" Jake put the fork down now that his plate was clean and his juice was gone. It seems he had done a proper job of eating every last bit of the delicious breakfast Victor had brought him.

A jolt shot through his body when a very large paw landed on his knee. When he looked up at Victor he was given a reassuring smile and the doberman giving his knee a soft squeeze.

"Thanks for telling me, I know that you didn't have to say anything, but I appreciate that you trust me enough to talk with me." Victor's devilishly handsome smile and his words made Jake melt, but he couldn't take his eyes off the doberman's beautiful soft brown eyes looking back at him.

"Geesh Victor, you're taking the news that I was adopted better than anyone I've ever told before. What gives?" When Victor chuckled and scratched the back of his head awkwardly Jake seized the chance to tear his eyes off him and fixate his focus on the paw squeezing his knee.

"I have been to school, you know. I learned all about the founders of Crestworth. There were the stags, the Greatwood family, leaders and representatives of the herbivores. Whose name stems from the forest they used to dwell in and later became the settlement of Crestworth. Their lineage has their roots from the former King of the Greatwood. And the other family was a tribe of timberwolves who migrated here from the north, the Silverman family, who became the leaders and representatives of the carnivores. Who got their namesake, Silverman, from the silver mines in the mountains outside the forest boundary that their family found on their way here as they migrated. And who used their fortunes from said silver mines to fund the development of Crestworth alongside the Greatwood family. Both families have descendants living in the city to this day." Victor spoke matter of factly, rambling up the city's history as it was drilled into his skull. "I figured that either you were related to the Silverman's one way or another, or your surname was just a huge coincidence to exist in the same city as Crestworth."

"I think you're the only one who ever connected those dots. Nobody else seems to think an arctic fox could have any sort of relation to the name Silverman." Jake put his own paw on top of Victor's. The size difference between their paws made his own white furred paw appear smaller than it really was.

"But that's enough about that. I want to know more about you, Victor." Jake could feel Victor squeezing his knee a little tighter for just a moment before the paw relaxed again.

"Me? Why?" Looking back up at Victor, Jake could see the tips of the doberman's pointed ears drooping ever so slightly.

"Because I want to get to know you better of course. I have you around in my office a lot but I've come to realize that I don't really know much about you. Besides the fact that you're the best lap dog in existence. And an excellent dancer." He grinned when he made Victor look embarrassed at his words.

Victor was quiet for a bit, staring down at his paw which lay still on Jake's knee.

"There isn't much to tell really. I had a mostly normal childhood, if a bit less extravagant than yours apparently. Grew up an only child. Just me and my mom and dad. Up until I was 13 at least, when my parents divorced. I-..." Victor hesitated, and now it was Jake's turn to give him a reassuring smile and squeeze his paw encouragingly.

"It's okay, you don't have to tell me more if you don't want to." Jake grasped Victor's paw with both of his and held it up, pressing his forehead against the large paw.

"It's fine. I'm over it now, but thanks anyway." Victor brought his paw up to run it through Jake's fur atop his head, brushing the soft fur tenderly.

"It all happened when I came out as gay. My dad was really supportive but my mom flipped out. They started arguing, going back and forth. It wasn't pretty but my dad really stood his ground. In the end they chose to separate and dad got full custody since my mom didn't want anything to do with me anymore..." Victor gave a dry chuckle, bringing his paw back to keep running it through Jake's head fur.

Despite the heavy subject, Jake felt really comforted by Victor's petting. It must have been good for Victor too because he was smiling softly.

"My dad got me into college, where I started working part time at Beast Haven to help support myself. I never realized until then how much I'd enjoy dancing and showing off. Even after I graduated I kept working there just because I liked it. I tried going into the white-collar life but I kept being pulled back into the nightlife. I worked at the bank for a few years before I had had enough and quit, taking up full time at Beast Haven instead. Although the pay has been good I have been needing some extra money recently, so I sought out a company I'd be comfortable to work for, and that's when I started working for you..." Victor fell silent after his story. Seems he had a lot to say after all and once he got started he seemed unable to stop.

"You've had it rough, huh?" Jake closed his eyes and leaned into the pets as long as Victor continued to provide them, wagging his tail comfortably.

"But I'm glad to have you working for me now." Jake let out a small yip when Victor gave one of his ears a tug. His eyes shot open and he pouted up at Victor when the doberman laughed.

Before he could retaliate however, a loud ringing started blaring from the other side of the bedroom door and both Jake and Victor jumped with a start at the noise.

"Oh fuck, that's my phone!" Jake shouted and scrambled to untangle his limbs but Victor had already jumped up and made a mad dash for the door. He returned a moment later and handed Jake's phone over to him.

"H-Hello?" Jake asked, putting the phone to his ear without checking the caller ID.

"Jake? Where are you?" A male voice spoke from the other side of the phone. Jake's brain blanked for a moment until he finally recognized the voice.

"Theo! Oh god I'm so sorry, I completely forgot about our brunch plans today." Jake groaned, slapping a paw to his face while Theo only chuckled into the phone.

"This is very unlike you Jake. I can count on one hand how many times you have been late. That is to say, if you could count zero times on a hand." Theo's voice sounded very amused indeed. It was too easy for Jake to imagine the gray-brown furred wolf grinning toothily.

"Wipe that smirk off your muzzle Theo. I just went out for some drinks after work and ended up with a few too many." Jake grumbled when he could hear Theo howling with laughter.

"Fuck me, you're hungover? Alert the media!" Theo cried with mirth, and it took everything Jake had not to throw his phone away.

"Are you done?" Jake asked venomously, his tail flicking in annoyance. His headache was not helping him keep his calm.

"Did you pass out?" Ignoring Jake's question, Theo sounded over eager in his quest for information.

"W-Wha, no! Of course not!" Jake stammered in a panic effort to defend himself, but all he got in reply was more howls of laughter.

"Holy shit I can't believe this!" Theo was gasping for air in between his laughter, slowly deescalating into a mild chuckle before he could carry a proper conversation.

"Are you done now?" Jake asked again while tapping a finger against his leg impatiently.

"Did you go out by yourself?" Theo replied, once again ignoring Jake's obvious growing frustration.

"I don't see how that's any of your business!" Cheeks growing red, Jake tried to sound pissed off but he was pretty sure his voice betrayed him by cracking midway through his sentence.

"Waaaait a minute... didn't the twins say you had a date for the family get-together? Oh my stars!" Theo shouted towards the end, making Jake jump and pull the phone away from his ear.

"Theo!" Jake shouted back into his phone. Panic rising!

"Nevermind about brunch Jake, this is huge news! I have to tell everybody!" Theo sounded overexcited.

Panic imminent!

Jake knew how much his family loved to gossip, especially when it was about him.

He loved them all to bits, but they fussed a bit too much about the most mundane things that he did.

"Theodore Silverman, don't you dare!" Jake snarled into his phone.

"I'll talk with you some other time, cousin! Byee!" And with that, Theo hung up.

Jake stared at his phone in disbelief. The blank screen mocked him. Right about now Theo would be calling the twins, who would call their parents, and then his parents would call their brothers and sisters, and the gossip would snowball from there until his entire family tree knew Jake had gone out to drink, gotten himself blackout drunk, and allegedly doing it with his alleged date.

The bedroom door opened and with his mind still on the conversation with his cousin, he reacted out of reflex and held his phone up ready to hurl it at the person standing in the doorframe and yell at them to get out.

Victor looked apprehensive, standing gingerly in the open door with a bundle of clothes in his arms.

"I could pretend not to have heard all of that but you already know how paper thin my apartment's walls are... You're not in trouble, are you?" Victor stepped inside and laid the bundle of cloth by the foot of the bed before taking a seat up close to Jake and looking down at him with a worried look.

"Define trouble." Jake said in a defeated tone. Now that he was no longer distracted by his phone he could see that Victor had taken the tray with dishes away without him even noticing it.

"Nobody is upset with you or anything? You sounded really ticked off..." With nothing between them to hinder him anymore and with Victor sitting so close, Jake finally gave in to his mounting desire, leaning forward and getting on his hands and knees and crawling forward so he could land face first into Victor's chest and bury his face into his shirt between the two large softly muscular mounds that was Victor's pecs.

The dull throbbing of his headache, which had been hammering against his skull during the conversation with his cousin, seemed to dissipate as his face pushed into the doberman's pecs which acted as cushiony pillows.

His paws seized Victor's magnificent pectorals, his fingers sinking into the silky softness and he squeezed them together, effectively trapping his muzzle between them.

Then he screamed. It came out all muffled thanks to Victor's chest pillows. For a full ten seconds he screamed his frustrations out.

When he finally pulled back he felt like he was born anew, lungs filling with fresh air and his spirits lifting. A tension he'd been holding in his shoulders eased off.

"Better?" Victor asked him, bringing his attention up to the doberman's face. The dobie looked a bit flushed, but he was also grinning widely, sticking his chest out while Jake remained a firm grip on his breasts. The middle of his tank top had a damp spot where he'd shoved his muzzle into.

"Much." Jake returned the grin, giving Victor's pecs a squeeze, earning a grunt from the big doberman. "Thanks to you and your amazing boobs." He squeezed again, earning another grunt from Victor.

"Happy to be of service." Victor reached up with a paw and brushed it through Jake's head fur just like before.

Jake leaned into the petting happily. That's when his eyes traveled down Victor's body and he noticed that the short shorts he wore, which already did a poor job at leaving things to imagination, was tenting rather noticeably.

Without a word he would move one of his paws from Victor's chest and put it over the bulge in his shorts.

Victor gasped at his touch but didn't pull away or told him to stop, so Jake took his silence as consent and gently rubbed his paw over the growing bulge, gently squeezing the outline of Victor's dick barely concealed by his shorts.

"You've been a naughty pup." Jake said in a hushed voice, barely louder than a breeze in the silent bedroom. One paw rubbing over the doberman's bulge, the other paw groping the dobie's pec.

"Do you have any idea how hard I had it last night? How much I longed to have you to myself... while seeing you strut around the club, wagging your tail nub at all those other people."

Jake went lower with his paw and fondled the area where Victor's balls would be inside his tight shorts.

"I don't... strut." Victor said in a low growl, a valiant effort to sound defiant, but let out a quiet moan at the end, showing that his tough front was slipping.

"Don't lie, pup. I kept my eye on you all night. I saw you, leaning into people, letting them touch you, grope you. You were being such a tease..." Jake moved forward on his knees until he was almost muzzle to muzzle with Victor.

"Shaking this fat ass all over the place." He moved his paw from Victor's groin around to give the doberman's plump bubble butt a firm squeeze. The softness of that amazing muscle bound rump had Jake's lust spike to an alarming level.

Unable to contain himself he moved his other paw away from Victor's chest and brought it down just so he could slide it up inside his shirt, his fingers trailing over the doberman's abs all the way up, lifting the tank top in the process as his fingers found their way to one Victor's nipples which he promptly pinched, at the same time as his other paw traveled all over the dobie's meaty rump, fondling it.

Victor gasped at his touch and then moaned when Jake pinched his nipple.

It was a reaction that Jake loved to see, and the expression on the doberman's face told him he was loving it too. His tongue lolled out of his maw, which was hanging open in a goofy smile.

Jake's paw on Victor's ass bumped against something short and stubby poking out from just above his perfectly round globes, and he did not hesitate to seize the doberman's short tail nub to squeeze it and give it a confident tug.

This time Victor moaned so loud that his chest vibrated and sent a physical shiver of excitement down Jake's spine and made his tail quiver. If he wasn't hard before he definitely was now.

Victor had his eyes closed and seemed to struggle with whether he should lean forward or backwards to receive the most pleasure.

In that moment, fueled by his desire for Victor and what little liquid encouragement he still had in his system urging him forward, Jake pulled his paw further up under Victor's shirt until the doberman got the hint to pull it off.

And when he did, when his arms had pulled the tank top over his head and his muzzle popped free.

Jake leaned forward.

And kissed him.

For the fraction of a heartbeat, Victor was too stunned to react. But then he leaned into the kiss, returning Jake's feelings by wrapping his strong arms around the short white furred fox as soon as his arms were free of his tank top.

Jake also wrapped his arms around Victor and although the doberman was much bigger and stronger than he was, he could feel the big dog yielding to his advances.

At first they were muzzle to muzzle, lips locked together. Until Jake opened his maw and Victor followed suit, and Jake pushed his tongue into Victor's mouth where he met with the doberman's wide tongue. They both turned their muzzles sideways and pushed themself closer together. Jake's tongue dancing around Victor's maw, accompanied by the doberman's long, flat tongue which he invited to explore his own maw.

They went back and forth, kissing so passionately and intensely that everything else was a blur.

Somehow Jake had lost Victor's t-shirt when they broke away to gasp for air.

Now fully nude sitting on his knees on top of Victor's bed and sporting a full on erection, Jake was panting like he had just run a mile. His eyes on Victor.

Victor too was panting heavily, his naked torso heaving slightly. The well defined muscles and the immaculate brown and black fur coat was so overwhelmingly hot that Jake felt weak in his knees, and so he fell backwards in the bed as a result. Landing on his rump and gazing mesmerized at Victor's broad chest, his bulging pecs, and his six-pack made his mouth water.

Unable to take his eyes off Victor's body it took a while for him to realize that Victor was doing just the same to him. The doberman's brown eyes were wide open, going up and down Jake's body, drinking in every detail.

Jake let out a short giggle and leaned backwards onto his hands, spreading his legs and giving the big dog a full view of his naked body. His pink vulpine cock was already out of his sheath, save for the knot which was still making its way past the fluff of his sheath as the knot kept growing larger and larger with each passing moment.

"Are you just going to stare all day puppy, or do I need to tell you what to do next?" Jake smiled confidently when he saw Victor lick his lips nervously. Then silently, the doberman nodded.

He pointed towards Victor's shorts which were tenting so aggressively they looked close to tearing apart at the seams.

"You should get out of those first if all before you ruin them. As much as I love to see you in them I want to see you naked. Right now." His voice was light yet carried a demanding tone which Victor responded to immediately.

The doberman stood up and hooked his thumbs on the sides of his shorts and pulled them down. As he pulled them and his underwear down over his groin his cock bounced free, already fully erect and with a fine strand of pre-cum drooling out from the pointed tip.

Now they were both fully naked. Together. Alone. In Victor's bedroom. The reality of the situation seemed unreal to Jake.

"Come here." He said softly, patting his chest to indicate for the big dog to get on the bed with him.

Victor obeyed without hesitation, climbing onto the bed and settling himself on all four, towering over Jake, his large head close to the fox and his cock swinging freely between his legs.

"You're so fucking sexy Victor." Jake reached up to scratch him behind the ear. Victor responded by closing his eyes and leaning into the ear scritches.

He let his paw stroke over Victor's head, feeling the silky smooth fur under his paw pads. His paw traveled to the back of the doberman's head and when he put his paw back there he pushed Victor's head down so he could meet his lips with his once more and trade some more saliva with Victor.

They kissed heatedly, and Jake let his paws roam all over Victor's torso, going over his strong shoulders and down to his pecs which he gave another good groping squeeze. This earned him a low murring growl from the doberman and he could feel the vibrations in his own muzzle as they were still connected in a wet kiss.

Slowly, Victor took the initiative after a final kiss on Jake's lips, and started going downwards on Jake's body with his long muzzle trailing a path. At first he'd stick his nose in under Jake's chin, then slowly snuffling his way down the crook of his neck until he could give the white furred fox a playful nibble over the side of his neck and nuzzle into his collarbone before going lower and planting tender kisses down over Jake's chest until he bumped his nose against one of his nipples.

Jake inhaled sharply when Victor's next kiss went over his nipple and in an act of puppy behavior, the doberman let out a playful growl as he bit down on the sensitive part of Jake's chest.

Victor seemed to revel in the reactions he got from Jake as he kissed, licked, and playfully nibbled on his nipple. With Jake squirming slightly, yipping, and curling his toes with the doberman continuing to tease him. Suddenly Victor released the pink nub from his ministrations only to dive at the other one with his muzzle and give it the same attention he gave the first one.

As Victor toyed with Jake's second nipple, lavishing it with kisses, licks and nibbles, one of his paws snaked its way up the fox's body until he found the first nipple and proceeded to pinch it lightly between his clawed digits.

This made Jake yip even louder and gasp, his dick twitching and producing a small river of oozing pre as he was made to squirm underneath the large canine. Victor seemed to relish in his reactions as he kept up his assault on his sensitive nipples just to fish a reaction out of him. He switched places and put his muzzle to the first nipple again and brought his paw to the second, giving them both equal attention for a few minutes before finally feeling satisfied.

When he pulled away at long last he'd left Jake panting slightly, his breathing a little shaky.

"You've got really sensitive nipples huh?" Victor murmured under his breath, sounding amused. While planting another kiss over Jake's nipple and running his paw over his fluffy chest.

"A-A little late to ask that, don't you think?" Jake huffed, unclenching his fists which had been clutching tightly onto the covers beneath them. Looking at Victor with a perked eyebrow.

"Sorry, but seeing you react like that was just really hot... May I continue?" Victor asked rather politely, like the good servant that he was. He had laid his head down on Jake's chest, his snout nestled into his fluffy fur and looking up at him with big, round puppy eyes.

Jake rolled his eyes but smiled widely nonetheless. He would've thought he was immune to the puppy dog eyes tactic considering his brothers did it a lot. But when Victor did it, this big dumb dog somehow got under his defences and disarmed him. "Of course you may, you big silly puppy."

With his permission granted, Victor pulled his paws to Jake's sides and gently caressed the fox as he went further down, exploring his body with his eyes, his nose, and his fingers. Every detail of how Jake looked, smelled, and felt. The big dog took it all in as he drew closer and closer towards Jake's groin.

The tapered tip of Jake's pink vulpine cock poked the underside of Victor's chin and as the big dog pulled his head further down, a thin thread of watery pre connected to the doberman's pointed muzzle until he pulled far enough back to break it.

"Mhhh fuck... it looks even better than I remember it." Victor commented before giving the leaking tip a lick, lapping up the steady flow of pre-cum.

"Why don't you find out if it tastes better than you remember it?" Jake said, grabbing the base of his cock and smacking it against Victor's lips, making the big dog let out a pitiful whine.

"Open wide." He commanded and Victor obeyed, opening his maw, parting his lips and wrapping them around the pointed tip on the vulpine cock. Slowly he pushed his muzzle down and Jake could feel his tongue dancing around his tip and all around his cockhead. Suckling on the head for a few more moments to lap up the copious amount of pre Jake was leaking. Victor kept stealing glances upwards and his bronze eyes looked at him with an adoring look reflecting back at him.

Taking more of Jake's cock into his mouth he took a breath through his nose and the hot air tickled the small tuft of fur at Jake's groin. He pulled back to savor the tip a bit more before he pushed down the shaft again, going as far as he could until the tip poked at the back of his throat.

"Oohh fuck yes..." Jake growled lowly and in return Victor also growled. It sent a familiar rumbling sensation around his cock which tingled so wonderfully. Just like the first time Victor gave him a blowjob.

Victor relaxed his throat and Jake could feel himself sliding the last few inches into his maw until his knot bumped against his lips. Then he growled again and this time the rumbling vibrations were even more pronounced than last time and it made Jake's body react on instinct. Pushing himself up into a better sitting position, he grabbed hold of Victor's cropped ears and tugged.

Victor, who already had most of his cock in his mouth, grunted when Jake pulled on his ears and the fat knot pried his lips open wider.

"Ahh, you're such a good puppy Victor." Jake said through gritted teeth as he pushed Victor back off his cock until he only had his lips wrapped around his tip. Then he tugged harshly on his ears again and shoved his cock back down his throat.

Victor's eyes rolled back into their sockets and his hands kept going up and down Jake's sides as he let the fox use his mouth to pleasure himself.

Again and again Jake would use the doberman's cropped ears as handlebars to direct the huge dog on taking his dick into his mouth and down his throat. The sight of his pink shaft disappearing past Victor's black lips and then both feeling the tightness of his throat stretching around his cockhead and seeing Victor's throat bulge at the size of his cock as it pushed down a couple of inches was driving Jake wild. He needed to see more of his cock bulging the big doberman's throat and he needed to feel the big doberman's tight throat enveloping his cockhead even more.

But also, the further down Victor's throat he pushed, the more of his knot he pushed up against Victor's lips and pried them open more each time he hilted down his throat. And he needed to feel Victor's lips wrapped around his knot again.

Despite the rough treatment Victor didn't seem to struggle in the slightest. His throat was relaxed and his lips suckled eagerly around Jake's length and his tongue worked tirelessly when rolling around the shaft and dancing around the cockhead when Jake pulled out of his maw.

"Grrr... I love it when you play with the tip like that..." Jake said with a murring growl, looking down at the doberman who was busy lavishing his tip with plenty of sloppy licks and wet kisses.

"Let's swap places, I want a chance to explore your body too." Jake felt incredibly horny after that intense blowjob and he hadn't even orgasmed yet. With how full his balls felt he was sure he'd be able to cum several times without fear of running out of steam.

Like the big puppy dog he is, Victor obeyed after giving Jake's cock one last loving lick, rolling off him and laying on his back next to him. His eyes followed Jake as he got up and straddled himself over him, with one knee placed on each side of his head. Which would bring Jake's fluffy nutsack to land over his nose and Jake's big cock shadowing his face.

Any nerves Jake might've had about fooling around with a big intimidating guy like Victor was nowhere to be found. He liked Victor too much to be intimidated by him. Rather he felt like he was just where he belonged. Being in control and having his word be followed without question made him feel comfortable, it made him feel safe. He had never felt like he's ever had this much control in his life before. And that feeling was exhilarating.

With Victor pinned beneath him, he could see the doberman close his eyes as his nose was assaulted by his furry orbs filling his nostrils with his scent.

"Heh, puppy enjoying the smell of his master does he?" Jake teased, wiggling his hips so he could drag his nuts all over Victor's nose.

Victor let out a needy whine in reply to his question, and his hands had found their way to Jake's legs and was busy going up and down his thighs while Jake continued to fill his lungs with his own distinctive musk. It wasn't as heavy or rich as Victor's was, but it stood out nonetheless.

To Victor, that light natural musk of Jake filled his lungs like an aphrodisiac and it made his whole body crave more of it. He was pinned but he kept taking deep breaths through his nose and did his best to push it up against the furry sack while Jake kept wiggling above him.

"Use your tongue pup." Jake commanded as he rocked his hips, grinding his heavy orbs onto the doberman's snout.

A moment later he gasped when he felt a long, flat, and wide tongue wrap itself around one of his nuts and then the other. Gods, this dog really knew how to use that tongue of his!

Jake growled and shuffled backwards, bringing his shaft to rub it over Victor's nose until he had the tip of his cock pointed at the doberman's slightly open mouth.

Without uttering a word, Jake grabbed Victor's head and thrust forward with his hips.

A groan of pleasure escaped him as he fucked Victor's maw roughly. It was a bit of an awkward angle but hearing Victor gulp around his cock and feeling in control of this large canine sent waves of pleasure throughout his body, especially when he could hear Victor make a slight choking sound when his sizable cock plunged down his throat and his knot pushed his mouth more and more open.

The pleasure was too much, all the teasing at the club yesterday, all the buildup of having Victor all over his body, and now having him under him at his mercy. At the moment he finally managed to thrust hard enough to shove his knot past Victor's lips and tying with his maw, Jake held the doberman's head firmly pushed into his groin.

"Aaaaahhhh fuuuucckk!" Jake groaned loudly, feeling his balls tighten and his cock twitching rapidly where it was, lodged deep inside Victor's throat.

He came with such force he had to close his eyes and clutch onto Victor's head with all his might so that he wouldn't fall over as he dumped his pent up load directly down Victor's gullet and into his stomach.

Meanwhile Victor was in heaven, eagerly swallowing every jet of virile fox spunk that Jake provided. His paws were going up and down Jake's body, fondling every inch he could reach while the white furred fox was knotted to his maw.

Rocking his hips to the ebb and flow of his orgasm, Jake was slowly coming down from his euphoric high and let the last spurt of his cum shoot down Victor's throat to add to the load sloshing around in his stomach.

It took every bit of strength he had left in his body to remain where he was and to not fall backwards and wrench his knot free from Victor's maw. He felt hot and was out of breath. Panting heavily.

He took a moment to savor the afterglow while also gathering his strength to pull out of Victor without hurting him.

"Y-You okay big guy?" Jake asked, looking down to see Victor gazing up at him lustfully. The doberman answered him by giving his butt a quick grope, making him yip in surprise.

"I take that as a yes." Smiling down at Victor, he gave the big doberman a scratch behind the ear before he put both his hands on either side of his head and began to pull on his knot.

A few pulls was all it took for him to pop his knot free from Victor's maw and extract his cock from his throat. Still panting, he finally gave in and let himself fall backwards, sitting down on Victor's chest.

Victor took a deep breath as soon as his mouth was free and he was no longer choking on Jake's large vulpine cock. A bit of drool hung from the corner of his mouth, but he seemed pleased regardless. Smiling lopsided up at Jake, looking a little lust drunk.

"Such a cute pup you are Victor." Jake cooed affectionately, gently stroking the doberman on the cheek while his still rock hard cock lay draped over Victor's neck, dribbling some post-orgasm jizz into his neat fur.

Shuffling backwards slightly, Jake planted his knees just below Victor's armpits, which was just the limit to how wide he could spread his legs considering how broad Victor's chest was. It did however put him in a perfect position for his stiff cock to come to rest in the crevice between the doberman's massive pecs.

It was too good to ignore.

Putting his paws on each magnificent pec, Jake squeezed down to make the big doberman moan. Then he pushed those massive pectorals together and managed to squeeze his shaft between those two amazing mounds.

Victor's pecs really were a league of their own, they dwarfed the size of Jake's paws. And the fur was smooth and soft as silk when he squeezed down with his fingers. The muscles had them hard and tough, but with a healthy mix of body fat had them extremely soft and Jake could see his fingers sink down as he squeezed Victor's pecs together, trapping his dick between them.

Then he moved his hips forward, causing a loud groan of satisfaction to escape him. Victor too let out a grunt and a groan as the little fox perked on his chest began to fuck his pecs.

The fur stroking his tender shaft made him shudder in delight, a tingle of pure ecstasy coursed through him as he pulled back and thrust forward. He'd always loved how soft and smooth Victor's fur had been, and feeling it enveloping his cock right after an orgasm when his shaft was the most sensitive...

Safe to say Jake was in heaven.

Panting and moaning, his eyes were glued to Victor's face while he fucked the big doberman's pecs. Intently he was watching his expression of pure pleasure washing over his face, his mouth hanging open and his tongue lolling out. On occasion the big dobie would let out a rumbling, murring growl, like a dog receiving some really good petting. This made Victor's chest vibrate and Jake could feel it all in his sensitive dick, each vibration a new jolt of pleasure through the entire core of his being. His pace quickened, his desire mounting. He'd only just cummed a minute ago but already he could feel a second climax approaching, one just as intense as the first one.

"Ahhrff...fuuck." Jake moaned, clutching Victor's pecs firmer and pushing them closer together and trapping his dick even more.

"W-Woof...s-sir!" Victor barked, gazing up at him while his hands kept going up and down Jake's legs with his claws extended and raking roughly against his skin underneath the soft fur.

It was with both pain and pleasure that Jake groaned after hearing Victor call out to him. Thrusting his hips forward, his knot bumping against the doberman's pecs and the head of his cock pointed right at Victor's muzzle when his balls once again tightened and pulled up. His dick twitched violently as he erupted all over Victor's face, shooting his load in several thick ropes of his cum over his face and his open maw. Some of it landed over Victor's tongue as he tried to keep his mouth open as wide as possible to catch as much of the cumload as he could.

Throughout the orgasm Jake kept Victor's pecs tightly pressed together, squeezing his dick firmly between them. Intensifying the pleasure of the doberman's short soft fur rubbing against his sensitive dick.

With one last groan of satisfaction Jake finally let up his squeezing of Victor's pecs, freeing his cock at last. Looking down he could see that he had painted the majority of Victor's face white in his sticky semen and some of it even landed in great ropes on the headboard of the bed and all over the pillows.

"Heh... sorry about the mess."

"It's... huff... fine. I was gonna clean the sheets anyway." Victor groaned, letting his arms fall to his sides. Having his tits fucked seemed to have drained him of his energy even though Jake had been doing the fucking.

"And have another shower too. I had one earlier but..." Victor wiped a strand of cum away from his cheek and brought it to his mouth to lick it off. "Didn't really expect to get treated to a facial this early in the morning. A blowjob? Sure, but actually having you fuck my pecs and cum all over my face? Hottest surprise anyone has ever given me." He grinned up at Jake and lazily raised an arm to put a paw fondly on the fox's stomach.

"What, you expected to wake me up with a blowjob or something?" Jake scoffed playfully, batting Victor's paw away and rolling his eyes.

"I did, actually... I just didn't have the nerve to do it." Victor said, slowly trailing his paw up Jake's leg.

Jake perked an eyebrow and tilted his head sideways, looking down at the doberman grinning sheepishly up at him.

"It's so hard to imagine you lacking the nerve to do something." Jake said while returning the gesture, running his paws tenderly over Victor's mighty chest. "You're always so confident."

Victor let out a short chuckle.

"My dad always said that confidence is key. So I always put in the effort to be more confident in everything that I do." Victor groaned when Jake lightly pinched one of his nipples.

"Your dad did a great job raising you then. I'd love to meet him someday." Jake smiled, running a paw up Victor's neck to get at his chin and give the big dog a scratch.

"And for the record, you have my permission to wake me up with a blowjob from here on out." He grinned at Victor, and gave his pecs one last squeeze before he climbed off him to let the big dog sit up.

"I'll be sure to remember that." Victor said while getting off the bed and stretching. He still had cum all over his face and chest, but he didn't seem too bothered by it.

Jake, while still sitting on the bed, was momentarily distracted by the sudden view of Victor's ass in front of him. The view was so perfect that he barely heard what Victor said next.

"Huh?" He said stupidly, tearing his eyes off the perfect bubble butt hovering near him.

"I'm gonna have a quick shower and wash this off me." Victor gestured to his front. "I brought in your clothes earlier, if you'd like to get dressed. Not that I would mind if you wanted to continue walking around naked." Victor grinned over his shoulder, flexing his glutes, making it obvious that he knew Jake had been staring hard at him.

"Don't you need some help with that first?" Jake asked, pointing at the doberman's erection.

Victor's eyes followed his pointing, looking down at his rock hard red rocket.

"Oh, right." He said in such a way that Jake was quite sure he had forgotten completely about himself while pleasuring the fox.

"I'll take care of it in the shower. I'm pretty close as it is..." Victor muttered, stepping out of the bedroom in a rush.

Jake suppressed the urge to giggle at how silly the big doberman acted. How do you even forget about your own pleasure when fooling around?

Getting off the bed, Jake imitated Victor with a big stretch, feeling refreshed after a delicious breakfast followed by two intense morning orgasms. Any trace of his hangover had been reduced to a very minor dull throbbing at the back of his head.

The bundle of cloth Victor had brought in earlier turned out to be his clothes, and as sexy as it might be to walk around naked in Victor's apartment, he opted to get dressed instead. Maybe next time he comes to visit he'll do it, but for now he should be a respectable guest... or a better guest at least after he's already face fucked and tittyfucked his host.

And speaking of Victor. He could easily hear the shower running, as well as a low groaning which was undoubtedly Victor tending to his pent up needs.

After pulling on his clothes Jake pushed open the bedroom door and got a proper view of the rest of Victor's apartment for the first time.

Much like the bedroom, the apartment felt tiny. Mostly because what few furniture Victor owned took up a majority of the limited space. With the same tacky brown wallpaper on the walls with a few spare posters of motorcycles, some of athletes and sports teams, and one poster featuring a male husky posing seductively with nothing but a sled dog harness on.

A three-seat sofa took up most of the space, facing the TV which was on a small stand. In one corner was a combination of a kitchen and dining area cramped into the same room. The door next to the kitchen looked sturdy enough to be the entrance, and another door on the next wall was presumably the bathroom as Jake could hear the shower quite clearly on the other side of the wall.

It was mostly clean, Jake noted. Even a couple of dumbbells he noticed were neatly stacked out of the way next to a shelf.

Stepping up to said shelf, Jake could see a few photographs standing there. Once he got close he could see that there were only three photos. On the first two Jake could see a younger Victor, one of him obviously just enrolled in college with a big happy grin on his face, and the other of him after graduation, looking absolutely adorable with his pointed, cropped ears poking out of his student cap. The third picture puzzled Jake.

He could see two young doberman pinschers here standing in front of a tiny one-story house. The both of them had draped their arms over the others shoulder and they were both grinning, looking happy.

Jake studied the photo closer. The similarities between the two dobies were uncanny. Did Victor have a twin brother? He said he'd grown up an only child though... So who was this then?

"Find something interesting?" Victor asked, suddenly behind him.

Jake yelped in surprise and spun around, almost knocking the photos off the shelf with his tail puffed up in alarm.

"Seesh! Don't sneak up on me like that!" Jake rubbed his chest where he had felt his heart jumping against his ribcage.

Victor, wearing jeans and an almost too tight t-shirt, chuckled and stepped up beside Jake to look at the photos.

"Sorry, but you were so focused you didn't even notice when I came out of the shower and walked to my bedroom to get dressed." Victor said.

Jake cursed inwardly at the fact that he missed the sight of a naked Victor walking around the apartment. Still he turned back and looked at the photos again.

"Who are they?" He asked, pointing at the two young dobermans standing beside one another.

"Don't you recognise me?" Victor said, sounding amused and pointed to the doberman pup on the right.

"So it is you?! Who is that next to you then?" Jake asked, pointing at the pup on the left.

"My dad, of course." Victor said proudly, then chuckled again when he saw Jake's baffled expression.

"What? You expected a big hulking man, broad as a barn wall?" Victor asked, grinning widely at the shell shocked fox.

"My dad is a miniature pinscher. He hasn't changed one bit since this photo was taken over ten years ago." Victor said fondly. Then he frowned and cocked his head to the side, looking at the photo.

"Actually he's put on a few pounds since then, most of it muscles though." Victor shrugged. His brown eyes lingering on the photo with a nostalgic look on his face.

Jake didn't say anything, but now that he looked closer he could spot a few differences between the two dobermans. It was subtle though, he was sure he'd never guess it would be Victor's dad next to him even if he'd remembered that miniature pinscher existed. It was just hard to imagine how someone whose peak height would be four or five feet tall could produce a son who would grow to be seven feet tall.

"Mh." Victor hummed, gazing down at the photo of him and his dad. "You're very similar to him."

"What? Me, similar to your dad?" The unexpected comment caught him off guard. He looked up at Victor with a quizzical look.

"Both hard working, kind, stubborn, and family oriented. Not to mention a bit of a workaholic and forgetful when it comes to eating properly." Victor spoke fondly but ended with a light chuckle.

"Plus I think he's about the same height as you too." Victor grinned down at the fox, who rolled his eyes in response.

"Har har. Very funny. If I had a dollar for every time someone had joked about my height." Jake took one last look at the photo before turning around and walking over to the couch and sitting down.

"Yeah? What if you had a dollar for every time someone joked about it?" Victor asked curiously, following the fox with his eyes.

"And nothing, but it would be nice to get paid for it since it always happens at my expense." Jake shrugged, taking another look around the apartment.

"O-Oh. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be insensitive..." Victor's ears fell and he looked really ashamed of himself.

"S'okay Victor. I'm used to it and I know you didn't mean anything malicious by it." Victor's eyes met his and he smiled, which in turn got a small smile on return.

"I guess I'm too used to joking about it since my dad kept telling these god awful dad jokes about it." Victor visibly cringed at the mere memories about his dad's awful dad jokes.

This made Jake let out a small laugh.

"Hah, I can relate to you there. The emotional damage I have suffered from the trauma of dad jokes." Now it was Jake's turn to cringe remembering all the times his dad made his stupid puns.

They both shared a laugh about it, slowly settling into a comfortable silence.

"By the way." Jake spoke up after checking his phone. "You didn't get in trouble when you left work early last night did you?"

"Nah. I let them know that I'd be taking you home and they were cool with it. Your safety is more of a priority than my work anyway." Victor shrugged nonchalantly, sticking his hands in his pockets.

"That's good to hear." Jake said, nodding while checking his phone again. "I'm very grateful to you for taking care of me so I'd hate it if you'd gotten in trouble because of it." He paused, frowning at his phone.

"Unrelated, but where exactly am I right now?" He looked up from his phone to look at Victor.

"Where you are? Uh... my place? On my couch?" Victor replied, sounding confused.

"I meant more like your address and apartment number, that sort." Jake clarified, while glancing at his phone.

"Right, that's what you meant." Victor chuckled weakly, scratching the back of his head awkwardly. "It's Woodland Drive 19, apartment ..." Victor rambled the rest quickly then fell silent as Jake finished typing on his phone, which he had started as soon as he began listing his address.

Jake had barely finished typing before it buzzed in reply to the text he'd just sent.

"Guess that's the end of the peace and quiet." Jake sighed, pocketing his phone and getting off the couch.

"Say what now?" Victor blinked, looking more and more confused.

"It's nothing." Jake waved a paw dismissively. "I should get going now anyway. I had some other plans today that I shouldn't miss." He glanced towards the door and then towards Victor. He was mildly surprised to see the doberman's cropped ears flattened against his head, looking sad and forlorn.

Resisting the urge to giggle at the sight of the big sad puppy, Jake approached Victor and motioned for him to get down on one knee.

Victor, despite his mournful look, obeyed without hesitation, kneeling down on one knee and getting down to Jake's eye level.

"Thank you Victor, for taking care of me." He said softly, wrapping his arms around the big doberman and gave him a hug.

Victor remained stock still for a moment, even his breathing seemed to have stopped.

Then he exhaled and returned the hug, embracing Jake in a tender hug.

Jake noticed that Victor was shaking and for a split second he thought he was sobbing, but then he realized it was from the excessive tail nub wagging that made the large dobie quiver in his arms.

They hugged for a solid ten seconds, neither of them wishing to be the first to pull away.

Jake had his snout buried in the crook of Victor's neck, taking deep breaths and letting his scent permeate his sensitive nose until it was all he could smell.

Reluctantly, he relaxed his grip around Victor and started to pull away.

Victor responded by doing the same and they pulled apart.

But before they were completely separated, Jake seized at a fragment of impulse born from desire, and swiftly planted a quick peck on Victor's cheek.

Quickly stepping back, he saw the stunned expression on Victor's face. For some reason the sight of the doberman's facial expression made him feel embarrassed and he turned around to hide the fact that his cheeks were reddening.

"A-Anyway... Thank you for a good time yesterday and for taking care of me. I need to get going now, but..." He looked over his shoulder to see Victor gazing back at him, still down on one knee. It was hard to tell what the big doberman was thinking, but his eyes never left Jake even for a moment. "I hope I can see more of what I saw last night."

He winked and went for the door, placing his paw on the handle.

"If you wish, sir. I will do anything you ask of me." Victor's deep voice spoke in a firm tone.

It made Jake pause and he looked over his shoulder again.

Their eyes met.

"I know I said I like it when you call me sir."

Jake said quietly, turning back to the door and pushing down the handle. "But now..." He pushed the door open. "Please Victor. Just call me Jake." And with that, he left.

The door was almost completely shut behind him, but he heard it.

A word uttered so softly it barely carried on the wind.

But there was no mistaking it.

"Jake." Victor said.

The door closed.