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This is part 3 of a series im actually really enjoying writing; it has pulled me out of a funk I've been in for a while.

Please, any feedback would be amazing. Enjoy!

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Conner tapped his foot impatiently, the bus was steadily making its way along its route on time, but time seemed to be dragging this particular Friday. School had dragged on all week, and his assignment list had finally cleared up for a weekend of minimal effort on his part. The last week and a half had been a tailspin for him, between his classes, his job, and the unaligned schedules he and Mr. Fawks seemed to be on. The only three nights Conner had messaged the man he had been unavailable and it left Conner needy in a way he couldn't handle for much longer.

The human had taken to shoving his face in the musky tank top and jerking off frantically, unabashedly aware that he had it bad for the older man. For the sex. For the rush of his submission and the power play of their fun. He moaned and licked and sniffed until he would cum fast and often, but it was a poor substitute for the real deal.

Additionally, he had whipped out a seldom used box of toys and had been doing a lot of Googling regarding canines and the safety involved in taking a knot. He flushed just thinking about it, needing to readjust how he was sitting. A lot had to do with the size and the prep work, but he was assured by sketchy kinky posts online, and reassured through the presence of a lot of porn that it was possible and incredibly hot. There was even a pornstar couple who had a few discussion videos about it on their twitter. The rottweiler was built like a linebacker and his twink human boyfriend apparently had little issue with it once it all got going.

“Lube is your best friend here ok? Don't be shy with it!" he had said, waving around a canine dildo Conner had immediately looked online for only to find out about the tragically expensive sex toy market.

The young man got off the bus and started his walk to his place, it was getting warm out, the region he went to school infamously known to be humid and muggy. He was sweating before he even got passed the first of the 7 buildings in his complex, the usual suspects, an older Asian gentleman and a young tigress splitting off from their little bus group. Conner was happy to be home for the weekend, his feet were killing him from all the walking around campus, and he was in desperate need of a shower and dinner.

Conners building though was in the farthest building back, the oldest of the complex tucked under some trees and at the bottom of a little hill. Each building had anywhere from 8 to 12 residences and their own coin laundry with a neat little swipe card. The trees left it cool in the warmer months thankfully, but The rain often left giant mud puddles and the trees leaves often clogged the drains.

Today was apparently such a day, because there was Mr. Fawkes, sweating and swearing, his fishing boots up to his knees and his shirt discarded leaving his chest and his shorts covered in mud and leaf debris. Conner stopped to stare, his sore feet and hunger forgotten while he watched the man work. He could feel his face heating up and he audibly gulped.

It was so odd now that he had really come to terms with this…whatever it was. The fact he was so attracted to the man and the things he did to Conner in return. It was odd looking back at the Conner of just last month who would have seen this and simply walked around the mess without a second though and maybe a polite wave to a hardworking landlord. Now though, what he saw left him overwhelmed and painfully horny. The muscles, the sweat, the gruff voice and way he held himself. The labor and the power. The desire to stick his face into any and every musky crevice he could find. The wifebeater he had was nice but it was far from fresh and the notion left him salivating and standing in place longer than he realized.

The bulldog looked up and then around, the eye contact snapping Conner to attention where he stood. “See something you like boy?" the dog rumbled, a playful mischievous grin on his face, somehow more prominent thanks to his jowls. He was leaning on a metal rake, a few other tools off near the door. Yet another thing Conner felt dumb for not realizing but he finally had the words for it. The man held himself with an attractive confidence. He spoke intentionally. He expected to be right and was someone also earnest and just…SOLID. Like the world wouldn't move him unless he let it.

Conner nodded lamely, looking around, “Definitely." He managed, closing the distance between himself and the edge of the flooded grass. “Its...your uhh…" he tried starting, unsure what he even wanted to convey. Was this a place the dog would find appropriate to discuss things? Was he teasing the human but not looking to be teased back? The options were numerous and overwhelming to Conners tired mind. He just wanted to watch the man work…well, not JUST that, but its what he would settle for at this point.

“Want to make an easy $30 kid? I could use a helping hand here with the wheelbarrow. Might save me some time and its rough on my old back." He spoke casually, but with direct unflinching eye contact and a grin that said 'I want to watch your sexy ass sweat too boy.' Even Conners frazzled mind could see that. Before he could answer though, Mr. Fawkes closed the distance between them and imposed himself into the smaller mans personal space. He was still grinning, clearly pleased with himself and this turn of events. “What good timing you seem to have." He noted, looking Conner up and down with his big brown eyes. “Get some boots on and just. Those. Jean shorts." He instructed, looking down. “It's hot out, we don't need you sweating through a tee shirt."

Conner agreed, nodding and continuing to stand still until prompted to go. He ran to his apartment, threw off his shoes and shirt in a rush and a blur. He tossed on his boots and without much of a second thought found himself out in the heat and damp again, deodorant already at critical mass, and nearly out of breath. It wasn't until he was already being directed to scoop leaves and shown where to put them that he started to wonder if he should be more self conscious. He wasn't a bad looking guy, a little muffin top, a nice enough butt…but to put that all on display for his neighbors? He flushed, suddenly aware of all the windows in his building, and grateful once again he had never seen any kids around this part of the complex.

“Fuck kid…" Sir breathed near the end of their task. They were close together, just enough for his voice not to carry. “I can fuckin smell you from here…jesus." He grinned. The praise made Conner smile, but he was already too red in the face from the heat to blush again. He wasn't exactly sure where this was all going…it might even just be a nice bit of quick cash and Fawkes driving home but…Conner sincerely hoped it wasn't.

If he had been ready for more fun before and all week, his desire was cranked to eleven now that he had gotten his heart racing and seen the man work up close, fur glistening with sweat and muscles on full display. “Back at you." He smiled and was telling the truth. He might not have a canine nose, but the man must have been sweating all day because even a human could get a nose-full at a distance. It had him practically salivating.

The dog grinned and…was that a tail wag? For the briefest of moment did he… “Look who's finally comin out of his little shell there. Almost like you miss me or something." He beamed with a cocky air, “Almost like you want me over again."

The human pouted for a moment and looked away smiling. “You…. you know I do….sir. I've been texting and like…" he played with the shovel, the last load of the wheelbarrow almost complete. The water was draining away now, the culvert clear. It was still hard for him to articulate the words in his head let alone out loud.

The dog stepped closer and took the shovel. He was immediately the imposing bulldog again, Conners space invaded in the best way, the smell and HEAT coming off his chest was palpable. “I've been so busy boy, im sorry. If you are free I can make it up to you. I bet you have been just a mess of needy little puppy energy without sir huh?"

Conner stepped back, immediately tripping and unable to catch himself. The dog reached out and failed as well, a look of shock on both their faces as Conner splashed into the mud which was honestly cool and refreshing, but slick with wet leaves and muck. The both froze for a moment, Mr. Fawkes looking bewildered and unsure what to do. The face was…

Conner burst out in a laugh, breaking the tension of the moment and getting a chuckle from …Sir.

“Clumsy pup…what are we gunna do with you?" The canine grinned, pulling him up to standing with a strong arm. There was the briefest moment he was holding Conner in a half embrace he quickly released. The human grinned sheepishly, doing his best to wipe away the mud and failing. “You know i…well I have a shower in the shed if you…" The older dog started, putting his paws on hips and looking across the property to the shed in question.

Another pause. Questions un-asked and tentative. The deal and its verbiage playing in Conners mind. He had to be the one to ask. It was for his initial benefit and seemed a tad silly now with Conner asking so frequently recently but it was still one of the few rules they had. “Lets…lets go see that shower. I really could use it." He said, looking around like they might only now be caught doing something obscene. The property was deserted in the heat, the dogs tail stub gave the briefest wag as he set off.

The human felt his heart beating faster, he swallowed and tried to act casual. He could tell his short were doing very little to hide his growing problem, but he also thought to himself how much he hoped that would be handled soon. He couldn't quite tell yet what the older dogs deal was. He was professional about the situation for sure. Arguably he was aggressively so. He followed rules, but only until he didn't but he was quick to establish new ones. He was playful and clearly enjoying himself, but it was hard to tell if this was a unique situation for him without more outside information. Regardless, Conner was starting to really enjoy figuring the man out.

The shed was large for its name, with large double doors for the riding lawn mower, but also a side entrance for people. It went back far enough to store a work truck in the winter, and was filled wall to wall with tools, bags of grass seed and mulch, replacement appliances and sampled of flooring, and in the back, there was what amounted to a 'mud room'.

The concrete floor pitched down slightly, the back space filled with hoses, dirty tools, a large grate in the floor, and multiple shower heads, sprayers and faucets. It was about as 'function or fashion' as it got, and despite its obvious normal functionality, Conner couldn't help but notice a little shelf with body soap, fur lather, and various crushes and scrubbers.

“You use this place to shower often? Is it far from…where do you even live?" Conner asked, smiling slightly and arms crossed. Despite the heat outside the air in here was cool the damp and cold were creeping in.

“Only about 10 minutes away really. But its mighty convenient some days." Sir said, pulling his shirt off, and turning 3 of the spickets.

Conner was for some reason only now really aware of the lack of windows. How…private it really was despite being so close to the buildings and parking lot. He flushed, watching the water spring to life and very quickly get steamy. Two of the shower heads were on now, and he was turning on a third, his sweaty form shimmering in the strange incandescent dim lights of the shed. Fawkes stepped forward again, his jowls pulled into a grin with a single tooth sticking out. “So you have only so far agreed to shower with me." He noted, “Actually…that's not right is it? You agreed to shower in front of me."

Conner gulped, feeling small as he always did in front of Sir Fawkes. He knew he had to speak up, to beg for it if he wanted to do what he wanted to do. “I would like you to join me…if you want too." He said simply, trying to act the role and play the part of a good boy.

The canine smiled, sitting on a small bench to the left of the water “I would enjoy that greatly pup." He rumbled, patting his lap “Come here and let Sir get those clothes off of you yeah?"

Conner nodded, stepping forward. The massive paws pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside, directing him by the waist to straddle his muscled leg. Conner wasn't small by any means, but he always felt dwarfed by this example of man. Sir kissed him is his firm and demanding way, the mud and sweat palpable, the friction between their chests wet, and the presence of his massive tongue in conners mouth was a long awaited rush. Sir Fawkes paws always explored Conner, each time like it was a new and exciting experience. They felt along his jaw, his neck, his chest. They ran down his back and cupped his rear and squeezed. They grabbed his waist and growled and wrapped all the way around him squeezing his close, breaking the kiss and letting his mouth and teeth and tongue get at the humans exposed neck.

Conner moaned softly, no longer embarrassed by the sounds these feeling produced, that these sensation pulled out of him. His shorts felt like too many clothes, his fingers scratched gently beneath the dogs short fur. He tried to bite at Sir's ear and missed, unable to try again and unwilling to reposition. He felt hot like a furnace despite the cool air and the chill in his bones. A heat that roiled in his chest and face and loins. he wanted more and more and more and he wasn't sure how much would be enough.

Sir's deep possessive growling reverberated in all the warm places. He pulled back briefly, locking eyes, his mouth wet with the panting and the heat, his jowl hanging ever so slightly in a primal way he would never let happen in public, but only in their privacy. He kissed Conner again so suddenly he had to hold the other man in place. “Fuck…" Sir growled, a pant in his voice. “you're gunna make your rent so quickly." He teased, setting Conner down and standing. He worked at his pants until they fell, exposing him and his already aggressive erection completely.

Then, to Conner surprise Sir got on his knees. He lowered Conners shorts, the younger man stepping out of them and pressed his snout into the space under his balls, inhaling hot and heavy. Conner shivered, held in place once again by the canine strong arms. The dog licked, his massive tongue enough to fully cup both balls. He left a lude spit string between them and looked up with hungry eyes.

They were still muddy and sweaty and it didn't matter. An unspoken agreement the shower would come after. Sir Fawkes stood, guiding Conner's now naked form to one wall. Conner barely had time to register the next impact. Another kiss with his whole body that pressed him into the wall. It wasn't uncomfortable, but was certainly unexpected. Sirs hands grope his naked form now, played with his nipples, squeezed his ass and cupped his balls while he pressed his tongue into Conners mouth from every angle. Conner could only moan and grope back.

They played like that, panting for what felt like one long moment, everything folding into the next seamlessly. He cussed, he grabbed, he kissed and licked, Conner moaned, and turned and shivered and panted. He was only able to breath in sweaty panting and only just able to process each new thing as it happened.

“Tell me what you want." Sir huffed, whipping his mouth with a dirty arm and meeting Conners eyes. “Tell Sir how you want to get him off."

The human managed a smile, hoping it didn't look as dopey as he felt; how out of place his giddiness seemed in the middle of such aggressive action and intimate relations. “I…I want you to…" he paused, looking around, unable to meet the dogs intense look. A paw grabbed his cheeks and brought him back. The look was intense and needy, almost feral and dangerous. It sent a shiver of thrill up Conners spine. He was looking at prey but…there was something more there Conner was having difficulty placing. He had seen it before and couldn't label it. Behind the desire was…more.

“Words boy." He said simply. “I'm not allowed to make suggestions at this point remember? He leaned in and ran the barest point of his teeth over Conners shoulder. The effort it must have been taking to hold back…

“Please fuck me Sir." He said flatly, face hot and completely unable to say more. It felt like a frog had lodged itself in his throat, it was hard to breathe beyond the …embarrassment? It was hard to place this feeling. Whatever it was, he couldn't deny he …sort of enjoyed it.

The canine grinned, turning Conner around so he faced the wall now, his looming presence making Conner feel small without even looking. He felt the mans belly press into his back, his hot breath roll over his neck, a paw at his hip. “So he finally asked for it huh? Is that what you really are offering pup?" he teased, the rough skin of his thumb rubbing along the cleft of Conners lower back with a determination. “You want your dirty old landlord to fuck you?" he asked over Conners shoulder, making the young man shiver and close his eyes. The human was rock hard, and so, he could tell, was the dirty old man in question. “you want your dirty old landlord to fuck you in a shed?"

Conner gulped, but nodded, “I do…please do im…" he spread his legs apart a bit, unsure if the dog was teasing or required more words or actions or...his head was spinning. Conner wanted it so bad it was distressing. He was practically drooling and antsy with anticipation. “I'm ready for it i…I want it and I…you said you wanted it too and…"

“Shhh…" The canine cooed in his ear, “I get it pup its ok." He said calmer, the sound of him swallowing down his own need and desire was audible. He guided Conner hands to a pipe just above his head, “Hold your hands here until I say otherwise. Spread your legs more. Tell me if you need me to stop." He growled, the feeling vibrating up Conners back as he was still pressed into the human. “You'll pay your rent in no time if you offer this to me." He said, lowering himself where Conner couldn't see, his hot breath now rolling over Conners exposed hole and hanging balls. “Might go out of my way to get an ass this good lookin. Damn…"

Conner gripped the pipe tried to calm his breathing. He was practically shaking with excitment but was unwilling to move and disobey. Then, Sir started with his tongue. If Conner thought it felt good in his mouth, it felt even better where it was now. Where ever it was. The dog licked greedily and worked his paws around the humans furry hole. He licked his hole and his balls, he bit and nibbled at the fat of his cheeks and popped each testicle in and out of his maw like candies. His paws groped and squeeze, spread his cheeks and tugged his leaking cock. Conner moan and whined and shivered and leaned away and got pulled back. It tickled and sent shivers and had him gasping and panting in no time flat.

The canine rolled his thumb over the head of Conners cock, the human could feel his own pre spreading around the exposed head and he clenched and as the dog pressed his massive tongue into his hole, he felt his knees physically buckle. Sir chuckled, still rolling his thumb over the boys cock. “I'm still warming up and im already at risk of losing your load huh? We'll build your tolerance later. You…beautiful tight little fucker." He breathed, releasing Conners cock and standing up.

Conner couldn't see what he was doing but his imagination ran wild. Was there lube somewhere he didn't see? Was he just gunna spit and say that was enough? Was he going to go slow or want it all quickly?

“We wont get this knot in there today pup don't you worry. I'm gunna work myself up to it if its all the same to you…don't want to ruin a good thing." He spanked Conners ass and sent another shiver through him. Sir chuckled again, pressing what was now clearly an exposed, lubed up dog cock along Conners lower back. He rubbed it there, then over his cheeks spreading the warm wet around. Conner was re-positioned again, his hands pulled away from the pipe and he was shuffled over to a high work bench with a towel bundle on it, his top half, bent down and his hands finding ample grip on instinct.

He whined, a sound he was not prepared to come out of him. It started somewhere deep in his chest and came out pathetic and high. There was a pause and a low thunderous growl. Conner didn't need a canine nose or any other senses to feel the lust rolling out of the man behind him. “Awww whats the matter pup? You wanted all of Sirs knot in you today?" another whine escaped him and he nodded, turning back to face him. He was so fucking handsome and rugged, sex and desire crammed into a muscled frame.

“I really do…I've been…I tried practicing and… I looked up some videos about-“

He silenced himself as the Canine leaned in, his breath rolling over Conners flush face. His teeth in a wicked, victorious smile. “While I appreciate the enthusiasm," he started, his paws tracing the ridges of Conners hips, he kissed the whining and submissive human before him. It was deep and calm. In control instead of ravenous with need. Conner felt himself melting. “Today is not the day…but don't you worry. I'll get it into you very very soon. Ill tied you good, lock my load into you and keep you nice and full how does that sound?"

The human nodded vigorously, saliva falling from his lip.

“Good boy." There was a moment of silence then, where Conner could only hear their breathing, his own heart beat, and the lude slick wet sounds of the dogs cock slapping as he turned back to the worktable and Sir began pressing between his cheeks again. “Remember, you asked for this, so you tell me when and if you need it to stop. Do you need me to put on a condom?" he asked seriously. “And please, no pressure to say 'no'. im not gunna last long honestly, you have me as riled up as I've been in a while and I'm on a five day dry spell…"

Conner paused, “I…if you have one that would be nice." He said, sounding small and feeling silly. He had already swallowed the mans loads multiple times how was this different? But it felt different. And the Dog had asked and…

“If you want them, it shouldn't be a matter of if its convenient." Sir Fawkes said, shuffling around in one of the work tables drawers. “Advice for the future. Just saying. Now, back to this sweet, sweet ass. You feel all that wet and slick?" he asked rhetorically, “this just spit and pre. I cant fucking tell you…" he started a thought with a grin in his voice, leaving it unfinished. “Fuck im so glad a naughty boy like you found his way here."

Conner swallowed and braced himself, propping up on his elbows and feeling, finally, the tip of Sir Fawkes cock pressing up to his hole. It was thick as he knew, tapered thankfully to allow for gradual adjustment. The dog cursed, pressing the head in suddenly and making Conner yelp. “Sorry just…eager, sorry sorry ill…you press back. “ Sir instructed, his one paw to Conners shoulder and neck, the other at his hip. He didn't sound frantic, his voice still betraying nothing but confidence.

Conner grimaced, trying to remember the length and keep himself focused enough not to give into his current, overwhelming desire to have all of the man in him RIGHT. NOW. He eased back, using a self control he didn't think possible, and even then, pushing himself to the brink of discomfort before he slowed.

“Fuckin hell you are tight and fucking hot boy. Fucking hell, let Sir in, yeah just like that… such a good boy…" Despite his instruction, the canine rocked back and forth gently, almost lazily, presumably enjoying the experience as much as Conner. He never pressed further than Conner had allowed, but he growled and gripped his human with a growing, heated desire. He huffed out his nostrils, drool could be felt falling from his muzzle to Conners back and then…Conner pressed back into a formed and unpassable knot. It had to be the side of a fist…the comparison made Conner nervous but then he realized suddenly that he had taken all of it with less difficulty that he originally thought. It was an amazing pressure for sure, but it wasn't quite at discomfort where-

Before the human could process all of that, Sir snarled. It froze Conner still, like a prey animal realizing just how close it was to the hunter. The paw at his shoulder, rolled tantalizingly over and around his neck, the massive fingers almost wrapping the full way around d on their own. The other paw followed up fro his hip, briefly enclosing his throat with a brief, threatening squeeze and another low rolling growl that hummed through him and now, into him.

“Boy…" he said simply, his paws, relaxing enough to reposition. Conner was forced up standing against the man fully, completely, balls deep inside of him. The dog breathed into his neck. He bit gently, the sharp pain a different sort than the gentle throb in his ass. He could feel buttons pressed he had no name for. He could feel his prostate being rubbed and the throbbing pulse of Sirs heart inside of him. “Boy I need to fuck you…I need it now. Tell me to…BEG me to fuck you…"

“Please Sir." Conner spoke quickly and without hesitation. He was just as hot and needy, just as ready, just as wanting. He needed this more than he realized and in ways he couldn't yet understand. Whatever had been forming in him during their exchanges had somehow just been leading here and he…

Sir bit him again, using his paws to keep Conner standing while he managed to piston in and out of Conner at a startling rate. He growled and Conner moaned. The human yelped and felt his hands grabbing for purchase. He was so empty then so full so quickly and continuously. He pressed into Conner with a feral rush, almost angry as he suddenly brought Conner back to the bench for a better angle. The thrust somehow became fuller, never quite leaving entirely before pushing back. Conner felt the other mans massive balls slap his, felt his knot press with promise and desire.

“Jerk off. Jerk yourself off." Sir huffed between thrusts. He was unrelenting now and practically spitting each word. The room smelled like sweat and sex and filled with the wet slapping sounds of a man hard at work. Conner moaned and gasped and frantically tried to get to his own needy cock. He was so close, closer than he knew he could be without having previously touched himself. He felt the pressure of a promising orgasm as his prostate took hit after hit, leaving him nearly breathless.

“I'm close…do you want me to-“

“Fucking Cum for me boy. I want to feel you cum while I'm still inside you. Fucking do it." He demanded, leaving no room for negotiation, “NOW."

Conner came nearly instantly as he was told too. Like his body was just needing the permission to push itself that far. He moaned a pitiful low “fuck…", his body practically shaking with the rush of pleasure. His ass felt tighter around Sirs cock as he involuntarily squeezed. The man barked loud in Conners ear and BIT again, this time the pain was overshadowed by the rush over everything else.

Conner could feel Sirs cock pulsing, emptying its load deep into him. Rough paws gripped him tight, sharp teeth still at Conners neck as Sir panted in his ear. Conner felt spent in more ways than he could currently count. His legs gave out and he was held up simply by Sirs body. His head swam in a blissful way, his body felt sore and used but it was…good. A different sort of pain that, when attached too all his other feelings, just rolled back into more pleasure.

The discomfort came back slowly, it was mostly at his neck where the canine still had not released him. Conner realized belatedly that the dog was STILL throbbing, still cumming even after…how much time had passed?

When the pulsing stopped and the soreness of his ass settled in, Conner felt the sharpness of the teeth at his neck withdraw. He was almost certain Fawkes had broken skin, but the sensation could have just been wet from his hot breath and the small pool of drool he left alone.

They sat there for a while. Longer than the human was expecting. It was quite and…sweet. His 'dirty old' landlord eventually pulled away. He had in fact left a mark on Conners shoulder, but no blood. It would certainly bruise. He apologized, but in a dazed way, kissing it, licking it, and eventually walking Conner to the still running shower, still steaming hot.

They cleaned each other off in near silence, twice Conner kissed at the older mans chest, only receiving lud gropes to his rump in return. The moment felt prolonged and comfortable. They got dressed, with a return of that cocky grin, Mr. Fawkes put two crisp hundred dollar bills in Conners back pocket and sent him on his way.