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"The Bigger Dog"

by Tagenar

copyright 2012

1

The shepherd at the bar picked up the glass and upended it against his lips. The canine wrapped his ankles around the bar stool and braced himself. His tail stood straight out and helped him balance while the vodka burned everything it touched on the way down. It settled in his stomach and sizzled. He uncurled his legs and his tail lowered. The bartender, a portly feline, smirked at him and took the empty glass away.

"Another shot?" he asked.

"No thanks..." The shepherd's voice was raspy and breathy. Moving air across his sanitized throat was painful. "I just wanted to try the good stuff."

"That wasn't the best we have," said the cat, "but it is better than anything you'll get in a grocery store."

"Still tastes like mouthwash to me."

"Good vodka has little to no flavor. To get that, you'll have to lay down fifty for a shot."

"I'm fine now."

The cat nodded and turned away. The shepherd looked up and watched the TV poking out of the wall. It was on the sports channel.

This place was a stereotypical bar. TV on sports, cigarette smoke in the air, real wood floors. Even the bartender was dressed in a white shirt with black suspenders. It was the kind of place Don didn't belong.

Normally he wouldn't go to a bar. He preferred to do his drinking at parties, with friends. Bars were places people went to drink alone and be depressed, and he wasn't that kind of sheppie. He was only here because his friends told him to be here at 22 hours and wait for a dobie.

He sat at the bar, where his friends had told him to sit, tail dangling down, ears up and alert. He pretended to watch TV. Pretended not to listen to the loud, drunken conversation between the badger and the rat sitting just a few stools to his left. Pretended not to watch the other four canines at the bar, with their ears down, faces fallen and eyes sagging.

He'd been waiting for fifteen minutes. The vodka went down in the first five and he didn't ask for anything else. His friends should at least have come with him, kept him company until this Elliot showed up. He wondered why they hadn't. Don watched more TV. He was thankful for the commercial breaks. They were more entertaining than the game. Another half hour went by. Don was seriously thinking about buying another shot of something to pass the time.

A dark body moved into the stool next to him. Don looked at him from the corner of his eye. A Doberman had taken a seat next to him. Don stared ahead, watching the dobie in the mirror partially hidden by the bottles. The dobie was idly glancing around the room. A moment later the feline walked between them and the mirror and stopped in front of the dobie.

"Anything for you, sir?"

"Not yet, thank you, I'm waiting for someone."

The cat nodded. "Let me know when you're ready." He turned around, grabbed a bottle from the wall and carried it down the counter and poured a couple shots for two other patrons.

The mirror framed the faces of a doberman and a shepherd. The dobie's attention wandered to the TV. Don took the chance to look at him directly in the mirror. The dobie worked out, and it showed. The shirt was loose, but it didn't hide anything. Even in the dim light of the bar Don could tell the dobie's chest bulked out so far it was halfway out the length of his muzzle. His biceps were equally matched, pushing his chest out no matter what position he held them in. Very impressive. He was at Don's level, if not higher.

The shepherd imagined what was under that shirt. He let his mind wander a bit... This nice, big dobie's ass under him... Parting those cheeks, making this huge dog his.

Don blinked the fantasy away. He faked looking up at the TV for a minute. He watched, then let his eyes wander downwards. He made a face of recognition, pretending to notice the doberman for the first time.

"Elliot?" said Don.

The dobie turned his head slightly and regarded Don. "Yeah? You Don?"

The shepherd nodded.

Elliot smiled, turning in the stool, and faced him. "I was told to come here and wait for you."

"Me, too."

Don turned to face the dobie. He took one hand off the bar, opening his chest. Elliot's gaze fell into the gravity well this created. This dobie was about as big as Don was--probably benched the same, so he might not be as impressed as everyone else Don met.

"So who told you to be here?" Elliot asked.

"Whole bunch of my friends."

"What did they say?"

Elliot looked up from Don's chest, took both hands off the bar, rested an elbow on it instead, and kept the other hand in his pocket. It created a similar vision funnel, which forced Don to look at Elliot. No doubt about it. Elliot worked out as much as Don did.

"All they told me was that I have to meet you," Don said. "Name and breed."

"That's all I was told, too. A little weasel. Anyone you know?"

"A weasel? Stanley?"

Elliot smiled. Don got the feeling his tail was wagging, but the dobie had no tail to see. "That's the one."

"He was one of my buddies that told me to come here. Did he tell you why?"

"Nope. Just said I had to meet you."

"Hmm." Don thought for a second. "Any ideas?"

"No. He never mentioned you before. Did he ever tell you about me?"

"He never talked about a dobie. How do you know Stanley?"

"I met him a couple months ago," said Elliot. "We both work second shift. He said hi to me in the break room my first day."

Don leaned a little closer. Big dobie like Elliot, in the break room, alone with the weasel... There's only be one reason Stanley would say hi. Don was sure of it, but was Elliot the type? He wanted to be sure before he asked.

"I've known him since college," Don said. "We've been buddies for years. Had the same history professor. He said hi to me one day, struck up a conversation. He even pretended to need help with his assignments. He met me at a party the night before and finally got up the courage to approach me."

"He try to get your attention?" Elliot said.

Don smiled. "That's the only reason he'd ever say hi."

Elliot grinned and leaned closer to the shepherd. "So he's always been a cock chaser?"

"Oh yeah," said Don. "Always. He lift his tail for ya?"

"I knew what he wanted. Is that what he wanted from you, too?" Elliot looked the sheppie up and down once. "Wouldn'ta thought you were the type."

"Everyone says that," Don said. He chuckled. "That fucking weasel. You glance at him and smile and he wants you on top of him."

"And if you don't, he follows you around 'til you do."

Don nodded. "That's how he got me. Yeah, I gave it to him. Never heard a man scream like that before in my life."

Elliot laughed. "Yeah, I bent him over a few times. He's a loose little bitch."

Don smiled wide. "I take pride in my work."

"You loosened him up?"

"He was a virgin when I met him. I had to try three times before I could get in. But he wanted it so bad he put up with the pain."

"He's a good little bitch."

Don looked Elliot up and down and smirked. "Stanley always went down for the big, gymdog types."

Elliot smiled. He flexed his arms a bit. Veins rose on the muscles, visible even under his fur, which was impressive. The motion pushed Elliot's chest tight against his shirt. Even though the dobie wore a loose shirt, it became cling-tight when he flexed. Don could hear the fabric stretch.

"I'm not surprised," Elliot said as he relaxed his arms. "He didn't have to work hard to get me interested. Then I got him in bed and found out how loose he was. It ain't too often I meet someone who can take me."

Don rolled his eyes. Typical gymdog, thinks he's all that.

"You're definitely Stanley's type," Don said. "What's your bench?"

"Two-ninety."

"Nice. I'm two-sixty. Squat four hundred."

"Four-eighty for me. Been liftin weights for twelve years."

"Fourteen," said Don.

"That long? Damn, dog, you don't smell that old."

"I'm 31."

"28," Elliot said.

Don nodded. "Mm, you smell about right for that age."

"What happened, you hit a couple plateaus?"

Don smiled. "In one right now."

"I just got out of one. For a while I couldn't get past two-fifty on bench. Did that for six months before I finally broke it."

"Eh, you're a dobie. You can pack on mass easier than me."

"Probably. Well this don't make much sense," Elliot said. "Why would Stanley get both his tops together and not be there for the threesome?"

"Don't know," Don rose from the barstool. "But we'll figure it out. Somewhere less depressing?"

"Good idea. You can follow me to my place. I only live two miles downtown."

"Mm, closer than mine. Yeah, sure, I'll follow you."

Elliot walked off the stool and they left the bar together. Don watched which car Elliot got into, then stepped into his. He pulled up behind Elliot in the parking lot and followed him. Traffic was light, so Don had no problem keeping the dobie's car in sight.

As he drove Don let his mind wander. He wanted to see that ass. Bend that dobie over. Everybody thought they were all that until they met Don. Soon as they saw what Don had, they either slinked away and shut up or bent over and took it. He was sure he could make Elliot his, and in the dobie's own apartment, too.

A few left turns, right turns, red lights and stop signs later, Elliot pulled into a middle-class apartment complex. Don parked next to Elliot. The dobie got out of his car, jingled his keys in his hand and led the way to a door on ground level. He opened the lock and held the door for Don. Don walked inside.

The apartment was fully furnished with a couch, table and entertainment system. The carpet was clean, there was no mess anywhere. There were even pictures hanging on the wall.

"Nice place," said Don.

"Thanks," Elliot said on his way to the refrigerator. He opened it. "I have typical stuff. Beer, liquor."

"Just a beer. I only drink every now and then."

"Me, too. Alcohol ain't good for the workout."

"Damn straight."

Bottles clinked, and the dobie emerged from the refrigerator and closed the door. Don made himself at home and sat on the couch facing the dormant television. The dobie handed him a beer and sat down in the recliner. He twisted the cap and took a swig. Don took a swig of his.

"You bring Stanley here?" Don said after he swallowed.

"Lots of times."

"Ever got him in his apartment?"

"No," said Elliot. "He's never asked me over, he always comes here."

Don nodded. "Yup, that's our weasel."

Elliot grinned. "I think it's the whole submission thing. Being in another male's territory. Under his control. Seems to be what he likes."

"You know him," Don said.

Elliot took another drink. Swallowed. Took a breath. "You and him boyfriends?"

Don laughed. "No. He's a little too... uh..."

"Needy?"

"Yeah, needy. He's like candy. Every now and then, great, but too much..."

Elliot nodded. "I feel the same way, and I gotta work with him."

"I went to class with him. It was nonstop for a while."

Don looked at the dobie. Damn what a nice body. He was sure that ass looked just as nice. He was determined to move this to the bedroom as soon as possible. All he needed was an excuse to undo his pants.

"But when he sees something he likes," Don said, "he doesn't let go of it. He likes big boys, and it ain't often he finds someone who has everything he wants. Hell, it ain't often I get to top."

"That's what I thought of Stanley, too," said Elliot. He took another swig. "Biggest sub I ever seen. To handle me, he'd have to be. I asked him about it, but he wouldn't say how he got that loose."

Don shook his head, stared down at the bottle in his paw. There he goes again, Don thought, hyping himself up. Stanley really didn't tell him about me. He has no idea who I am.

"Do you get to top much?" Don asked.

"Almost never."

"Really? Dobie like you in this city don't get much?"

Elliot sat back in his chair, smiling smugly. "Everyone wants to, but it's hard for me to find someone who can bottom for me."

"As usual."

"Hmm?"

"Everyone says that."

"Stanley's maybe the third person I've done."

"He was my fifth male. It's difficult for me to find anyone who can take me."

"Seriously?"

Don nodded, took another drink. He swallowed and said, "I'm the reason Stanley is so loose."

Elliot nodded slightly. "Well, it was easier than anyone else I've met, but I still had to make a little room for me."

Don chuckled. "Right."

"I'm serious." Elliot smiled. "Ask Stanley. Thanks for getting him ready for me."

Don snorted. "Like I haven't heard that a million times."

"Do tell," Elliot said, leaning back and smiling.

"Lot of people can't handle me. Bedded a bunch of females in the past, and all of them told me to pull out, it was too much."

"Ah, damn. Bad nights?"

"Fuck no it was great. One girl heard about it and wanted to find out if it was true. Her boyfriend didn't want me to. He told me to stay away from her."

"You stole his girl?" Elliot said. He took a drink.

"He was at the party with her, but I didn't care. She asked for it, so I gave it to her. He tried to stand up to me. All I had to do was fold my arms." Don crossed his arms in front of his chest. He liked the wall of muscle it formed. "And he backed down."

"Geeze. Well that was pretty low, fucking his girl while he was there."

"He should blame her, not me."

"Ok, Stanley did mention you, just not by name. Told me he had a big stud for a friend, shows off to everyone. Likes to make sure everyone knows what they're missing."

Don laughed. "'Course I do. These guys talk themselves big all the time. I make my girl scream every night. Fuck, every time I'm in her she tells me to slow down. Can't stand people who do that, so I shut 'em up. They can't even bench the bar, and they think their girl wouldn't leave them in a second if they got a taste of what they were missing?"

"He said you made a bet with someone once. Smaller had to take the bigger."

"Not once. I do it all the fucking time just to get those assholes to shut up. I got more ass that way."

Elliot smiled and took a drink. "Damn, dog. You must be a legend."

"Oh yeah. I remember I saw one fox with his vixen. Zed was his name. Just chattin. He was so fucking thin I couldn't believe this girl was into him. So I got on the floor, told him to climb on, and I bench pressed him. Two sets of twenty. Didn't even pant. His girl wasn't leaning on him anymore. She found me later and I fucked her."

"Really? How'd her fox react?"

"He didn't even try to stop me."

"Oh... Stanley said you did some stuff like that, but he left out a lot. How'd everyone else at the party take it?"

"They laughed."

"Well it sounds... Pretty mean, actually."

"It's just for fun. They got a problem with it, who's gonna stop me?"

"I see," said Elliot.

Don took a long drink. He looked over Elliot's body. He'd been talking long enough.

"So how 'bout it?" Don said. "Same bet. Smaller dog has to take the bigger."

Elliot laughed. "Geeze, Don, you just met me."

"Is that a no?"

Elliot set the bottle down on the coffee table. "How 'bout this? Bigger dog owns the smaller for one month."

Don's ears perked. Owns? Don thought about owning that ass. Owning that body for a whole month. He never thought in such a long timespan before and it was exciting.

"Deal," Don said. "Show me yours, I'll show you mine."

"You're the one talking big," said Elliot. "You first."

Don closed his eyes, smiled, and reached down. He unbuttoned the clasp and unzipped. Pulling his boxers down slightly, he whipped out his meat and let it rest across his thigh. The dobie looked at it intently, leaning on his knees and staring. Don started rubbing it. It began to swell--that wonderful feeling of life filling him up made him smile.

He flipped it up, held it up to his stomach. It was rising and thickening. It had already passed his navel and was approaching his chest. It climbed up his abdominal muscles, thickened in his hand, parting his fingers. It reached his chest muscles. He could touch his nipples with it in this position, and he made sure to do it just to show Elliot he could.

"Twelve inches of shepherd," Don said, swinging it around, letting Elliot see it from several different angles, giving him every opportunity to see its relative size. Thicker than Don's wrist even after almost fifteen years of weightlifting.

Don looked over at Elliot. The dobie hadn't moved at all. He still leaned on his knees. Don was waiting for his jaw to drop.

Elliot straightened, then unzipped his pants. He wasn't wearing underwear of any kind, and reached in and pulled it out. It flopped down across his thigh with an audible thump. Elliot kicked his pants aside and opened his legs. He sat back in the chair with his hands behind his head. The open position funneled Don's gaze straight to it.

It was as thick as Don's wrist, and it was still soft. Don's muzzle cinched up. The dobie's meat wiggled and squirmed like a living creature. It rose. It wiggled and lifted. Higher. Thicker. Thicker still.

Elliot brought one hand down and held it up to his chest. It was already past his nipples! It grew longer and longer, parted his fingers more. It reached his muzzle in this position, and was so thick it dwarfed Don's forearm. Don's meat throbbed, trying to catch up.

"Eighteen," said Elliot. He squeezed it. His fingers were not even close to touching.

"No fucking way!" Don bolted out of his seat, kicking his shorts off. He stood in front of Elliot and grabbed his meat. He squeezed it a few times, as if looking for strings, or the man behind the curtain. He pulled it up. It was firmly attached.

"Fuck, Elliot!"

Don grabbed it with both hands, feeling it up and down, trying to squeeze his fingers together. It was like squeezing a steel pipe. While Don was occupied, Elliot reached up and wrapped his hand around the shepherd. He felt it up and down. Smiling.

"Damn, Don, that's impressive," said the dobie.

"Elliot, how is this thing all the way hard?!"

Elliot was busy studying Don's meat with his paw. The more he looked at it the wider he smiled. "I've never met anyone who was even close to me. This is niiiiiice."

Don didn't even hear him. He was still trying to wrap his head around the idea of what was in his paws. Elliot was bigger.

...Elliot... ...was... ...bigger...

That would mean Don was...

"So let me guess," Elliot said. "Your ass is totally virgin."

Don gasped, let go of Elliot's meat and stepped away. He didn't go far; Elliot still had a grip on Don's pole. Don panted.

"Elliot... You can't be serious."

"You promised."

"Fuck no." Don started to back away. Elliot gripped him tighter. It hurt. "Fuck, you, Elliot how the fuck are you bigger?! How the fuck is that possible?!"

Elliot pulled him closer. Don didn't have a choice. He couldn't pull back.

"Let go of me! I ain't a damn weasel! I don't bend over for no one!"

"Shoulda thought of that before you promised me a whole month."

It just now occurred to Don what he agreed to. He'd been hustled. The same trick he used on everyone else--always beware of the one who raises the stakes--but he never lost before, so why be careful now?

"I said no!" Don yelled. "I'm leaving. Just let go of me and we'll forget this ever happened."

Elliot pulled Don to him, muzzle touching muzzle. "Who's gonna stop me?"

Before Don even comprehended the words, Elliot's hand was around the shepherd, cupping his ass. His finger wandered under Don's tail. He poked a claw and a finger in.

Don gasped. "What the fuck you doin?!"

Elliot seemed not to hear. He pushed his finger in a little more, then licked the side of Don's muzzle.

"Get off me!" Don pulled away, but Elliot had a death grip on Don's cock. Elliot inhaled deeply. His member pulsed, and a large drop of pre oozed from the tip.

"Mmmhhhmmm... My sheppie..." he breathed.

Don pushed away. Elliot let go of Don's hard on and held him at the waist. Don threw a punch at Elliot's face. Elliot blocked it with is free hand it and diverted the punch to the side of his head. Don now stood cross-armed. Elliot seized Don's wrist, stood up and held the shepherd close to his body.

"Don, you're gorgeous," Elliot said. The look in his eyes wasn't aggressive. It was lustful.

"I'm not your fucktoy!" Don raised a knee to kick the dobie in the nuts, but Elliot shoved his finger further under Don's tail. The intrusion sapped all of Don's strength. While Don recovered from that shock, Elliot started rotating him around.

Don came back to himself and pushed away. Elliot held on, but Don wasn't weak, and he wormed his way out of Elliot's powerful arms. He jumped away from the dobie, turned and bolted for the door. Elliot lunged and snatched him up. Don's momentum carried them to the floor and he landed on his side with Elliot gripping him tightly around the chest.

Don struggled to lift himself and break out of Elliot's arms, but he couldn't move at all. Elliot rose to his knees, taking Don with him. Don settled on his hands and knees. Weight on his back and two massive arms locked him there. A wet, warm tip pushed under his tail. Elliot was using his pre to lube Don up. The shepherd bucked and twisted.

"Fuck you, Elliot! Let go of me or I'll fucking kill you!"

Elliot licked between Don's ears. It had a strangely placating effect. Don settled down as Elliot licked. He also grabbed Don's hard on and was stroking it slowly. His heavy scent fell over Don like a humid day. Don thrashed again, weaker. He bucked, but the dobie was too big to overpower.

Pressure under his tail. Don gritted his teeth. More pressure. He clenched harder. The pressure increased. He couldn't hold it in anymore. Don screamed. Elliot pulled back, then pushed forward, going a little deeper.

Don growled and screamed. Elliot pulled back, relaxed and let Don breathe a couple times. Don twisted and tried to crawl away, but Elliot held him tight and shoved hard. Don screamed loud and tried to raise his head. Elliot held him down and shoved again.

Don howled and lowered the rest of his body so he was lying flat on the carpet except for his ass, which was still in the air. Elliot pulled back and let Don breathe. Don didn't try to squirm away. Elliot licked his ears and pushed himself in, gentler this time. Don whimpered and whined, not from the pain, but from the helplessness.

Elliot slowly, gradually worked his way in. Don screamed whenever the pressure became too great, and the dobie seemed to know exactly how far to push before the pain was unbearable.

Then, Elliot pushed--and shoved! Don whimpered and whined and screamed at once. The pressure eased a little. Elliot licked Don's ears and whispered, "the tip is in."

Don cried and lay all the way down on the floor. He was soft now, so lying like this didn't crush his erection, which made him feel horrible in a way he couldn't describe.

Elliot did not pull out this time, but pushed in a little further. Don didn't cry now; it was all easy going from here. Elliot slowly pushed and squeezed his way deeper into Don. Finally, the dobie stopped and pulled back a little. He pushed in. Don gasped and inhaled, but didn't scream. It didn't hurt anymore.

"MMmmhh...you took it very well..." Elliot breathed over the shepherd.

He pulled back and thrust more regularly. Now the fucking could begin. It was amazing how fast Don got used to it. Before he wanted to struggle, wanted desperately to break out. Now... He was content to lie here and take it.

Elliot wasn't using his entire length--that was obvious. Even a dobie acting on pure lust recognized he could seriously hurt Don if he shoved the whole thing in. He was using half. At most, maybe two-thirds, Don couldn't tell, but he was getting hard again. The longer Elliot was in him, the better it felt.

It was starting to feel good. Realizing this made Don whimper from the humiliation. Elliot grunted and growled and licked Don's ears as he thrusted. Elliot grunted hard and deep.

Don whimpered and panted--he was climaxing. "Fuuuuuuuuck..." Don panted through his teeth. He pulled pieces of carpet out, grabbed the carpet again, tore out more clumps. "I'll get you for this! Fucking shit I'll kill you! Fucking... Ohhh... GRRRRhhh..."

Don howled as he released. Finishing with a cock in him was an entirely new experience, and it felt so weird. It encouraged Elliot to pick up the pace and plow him deeper and harder.

Minutes later, Elliot finished. His load was hot and large deep in Don's gut. It hurt. Don panted and cried as his own member throbbed. The dobie licked his ears. Then his muzzle.

"...you promised... Mine..."

Don panted and gasped. He wanted to say so much, but all he could get out was, "Elliot... uhh..."

Elliot only licked Don's muzzle. He wrapped his arms tightly around his chest, not to hold him in place, but like a lover. Don panted deep and hard and waited eagerly for Elliot to pull out. He gradually shrunk, but Don still felt full as ever.

"Here's how this is going to work," said Elliot. "You go to work, but when you come home, you come here. Anything I say, you do. Anytime I want your ass, you give it. Don't worry. I won't make you do anything unpleasant. I'm not like that."

"Fuck off," Don's voice wavered like this thoughts.

"If you don't show up," Elliot said, "I'll tell Stanley and all your friends about our little bet. Make you my bitch in front of all of them."

Don growled.

"You promised," Elliot relied. He held Don closer and licked him on the muzzle. Don kept growling, more at himself than Elliot.

2

Don's cell phone rang. He clicked a claw to the screen and answered it.

"Hey, Stanley."

"Don, how ya been? Haven't seen ya the last few days. I've been waiting to hear how things went with Elliot."

Don held the microphone away from his mouth while he growled to himself. "Well, I... I met him. Yeah, I met him and I can tell why you like him."

"Isn't he yummy!?"

Don rolled his eyes. "You would say that."

"I took him, Don! All the way. Holy mother of... Do you have any idea what that feels like!?"

"Don't know, don't care."

The weasel rambled on about Elliot for another minute. Then he asked Don about a party at Sam's place. Don looked across the couch at Elliot, half paying attention to the movie.

Don took the phone from his ear and covered the microphone. He was about to speak, but Elliot beat him to it.

"Party at Sam's?" he said.

Don nodded.

"Stanley already asked me. I'm going, so you can go, too."

Don raised the phone back to his ear. "Yeah, I guess I'll be there." Stanley hung up. Don slipped the phone back in his pocket and faced the TV again.

If Elliot owned him, he was easy to please. Four days into this and so far all Elliot wanted to do was watch movies, play games and talk.

He found out Elliot graduated with a minor in psychology, so Stanley was a fascinating person to be with from a psychological standpoint. Elliot was all gay, and wanted to hear more about Don's experiences with girls. Don was less enthusiastic about telling him the stories now. He got the feeling Elliot was analyzing them to death and wasn't very impressed at all.

Don imagined he'd be getting raped three times a night with the way Elliot was that first night, but to his surprise, being owned was pretty boring so far. Elliot seemed just to want someone to pal around with. Don was surprised Elliot didn't get out much. Don was at clubs and parties all the time, showing his goods, and here Elliot was wasting everything he worked for watching TV.

Don didn't want to ask him about it at first. He was convinced if he stepped out of line, he'd get raped, but Elliot didn't seem to be like that. By the third day he felt comfortable enough to get away with it. Don flat out asked him if he knew anyone else, and why he was alone so much.

Elliot was not from this city. He'd tried to go to clubs and things like that, but people were afraid of him. He would say hi to someone, and they'd scurry away. Even at the gay clubs the ones who seemed interested were outright afraid of him, so he ended up alone. He had work friends, but he rarely saw them outside of work, so he was content to be by himself.

The party wasn't until this weekend. That left another three days with the dobie. Don watched the movie. Elliot seemed to like suspense films and, of all things, romantic comedies. It was better than being raped every night, but it was still a lot to endure.

Halfway through this movie Elliot scooted closer to Don and felt his cock through his pants. Don couldn't help it, he moaned with the groping. In no time Elliot had pulled Don out and was staring at it.

"Geeze, Don, this thing is great." He bent over Don and took it in his muzzle, as much as he could.

Don panted. This wasn't so bad. Not too much different from how he usually spent his time. Girls and boys alike marveled at him. Gave him this kind of attention.

But then just a couple minutes into it, Elliot let up, undid his pants and let himself free. And there it was. Don had already forgotten what it looked like, and now they were side by side, so the difference was even more pronounced. Don hated it. It shouldn't even be possible, but here it was.

"You know with most, it's no contest," Elliot said. "But you put up a good fight."

"Why are you impressed? Ain't nothing compared to that."

"It's the biggest I've ever seen."

He gestured Don over to him. Don's ears flattened. He supposed it was only a matter of time. Don couldn't take it in his muzzle. It was too thick and too long, and he also never sucked anyone before. He wasn't that kind of shepherd, and he never would be. All Don could do was lick it up and down and hope he was doing a good enough job that Elliot wouldn't want to take it to the next level.

Fortunately, Elliot was easy to please, and he finished in just a few minutes. The only thing Don despised about it was that Elliot had him clean up. Don shuddered the whole time and wished he could just go home.

The following night Elliot drove them to his gym. They worked out together, and things became more comfortable now that Don was in his element. They actually started real conversation, and for a while Don forget this was an embarrassing and demeaning situation and enjoyed a good workout with a buddy.

Don had tried to take others to the gym with him, but they couldn't keep up, so they were no fun to work out with because they slowed him down. Elliot was a pretty good workout buddy.

But when Don finished his bench press, Elliot added more weight for his routine. Elliot added more weight for curls and shoulders, too. Elliot always added more weight after Don was finished, and Don resented the dobie more and more as the night went on.

After the workout Elliot acted strange. He drove extra fast through the city streets and nearly jumped the sidewalk as he pulled into his parking spot. He shut off the car and smiled at Don.

"Hope you're ready," he said. "Working out always does it to me."

Don's ears flattened. He looked out the window at his car. It was so close. All he had to do was hop in and drive away and forget this ever happened. But... Don opened the door and followed Elliot inside.

Inside Elliot wasted no time undressing. He undressed Don as well, completely enamored by Don's body, feeling every muscle on him, marveling at how solid they were. He really had never met anyone like Don before and it was a complete turn on.

Don crawled on Elliot's bed. Elliot advised him to lie on his back. It would make things easier. Don resented that his advice was more like a disguised order, but he knew he was right. He'd said that to many-a-boi over the years. Elliot was nice enough to lube him up, then weight came down on him and Elliot began forcing himself in.

All Don could do was hold onto Elliot and clench his teeth. It took forever for the thing to go all the way in, but it was easier this time on his back. The whole time Elliot felt Don all the way around.

Don normally would've loved being worshipped like this, but he was supposed to be the one doing the fucking! He wasn't supposed to be some other dog's whore! He was always the biggest! He hated this dobie just for existing! Elliot was making him suffer and he couldn't stand it. He didn't even want to admit that this dog was bigger in every possible way. He lifted more and he fucked harder than Don, and the dobie was younger! He'd probably only get bigger, leaving Don in the dust! Don growled as Elliot fucked him harder and faster. When he finished, he didn't pull out, but lay on Don looking into his eyes.

"Can't tell you... how long I've wanted to have a huge muscledog to fuck... after a good workout. You are a fucking dream, Don."

Don kept a straight face as he gasped and panted. "One month. That's all you get."

Elliot smiled and licked him on the muzzle. "I'll take it."

3

Don walked into the house. Elliot followed just behind him. Don was relieved to see people he knew. Finally he could have a little taste of the way things used to be, before this dobie sucked all the fun out of his life.

Sam, a lanky feline, met them at the door. He greeted Don, and Don was about to introduce Elliot when Sam hugged the dobie. Don stared at them. He looked after the feline as he melted back into the crowd.

"He knows you?" Don said.

"Sure he did. Everyone knows me. I've been to a couple parties with Stanley."

"I see. So I was last to know?"

"Well, you'da met me sooner if you were there. Guess you missed those days."

"Must have."

Elliot smiled. "Hopefully Stanley won't notice."

"What?"

"That you have a post assfuck glow around you." His smile widened to a grin.

"Fuck you."

"If you're lucky." He walked away into the crowd. Sure enough, people already knew him. Friends of Don's slapped him on the back. Don growled.

Don saw a couple girls with fat, pathetic losers sitting on the couch. One rodent was with a puny coon. He took a seat next to them, looking for a moment to jump in on the conversation.

Those girls are settling for them? was all Don could think. Several male couples also showed up at the party. Don watched them from the couch. Couple fatties, or skinny twinks, or one paired with another. They didn't know what they were missing. He could give all of them a better time, and Don was sure he could nab that skinny wolf's ass easy, but...

Don looked across the room at the dobie.

No matter what Don did, no matter what he said, Elliot could beat him. He couldn't say a damn word. Don growled. Conversation moved on without him. The people sitting on the couch didn't even say hello. Didn't even notice he was there. In fact, Don was sure they were intentionally avoiding his eyes.

Eventually people moved on. Time passed. More people moved on, leaving Don alone on the couch. Don looked around, but saw no point in mingling. Everything he liked to talk about didn't matter because Elliot could outdo him. He pretended to watch TV.

A little while later, someone sat next to him.

"Hey, Don."

First person in over half an hour to notice he was here. Don looked at the fox who'd joined him.

"Sup, Zed."

"I saw you come in with Elliot. You finally met him?"

Don't ears flattened. "Yeah. I met him."

"Freakin' amazing, isn't it? Bet he could bench you."

Don glared.

"Stanley brought him over a couple times. And you know it's funny. He saw me with my vixen, but he didn't have the slightest desire to humiliate me in front of her just to feel good about himself."

"He's gay," Don said evenly.

"He's also not an asshole."

"If you have a problem with that, talk to your vixen. She asked me. Probably saw what she was missing and wanted a taste of it."

"Uh huh. And now that Elliot's here, she knows exactly what she could've had."

"Fuck off, twig."

"Go to hell."

"Oh, that hurt. What you gonna do, walk away from me again?"

"I'm gonna go talk to Elliot. He doesn't make a big deal of himself."

Zed got up and walked away. He joined his girl at her side. She was talking to Elliot. Don smirked. Of course he feels safe with her talking to that dobie. Elliot wouldn't do a damn thing to her.

Ten minutes went by. Nobody else sat down on the couch. Don wanted to get up and mix in with the crowd, but Elliot was with them. Don wanted to talk to someone who wasn't talking to that fucking dobie, but it was impossible. So Don didn't move from his seat.

Zed's vixen (Don couldn't remember her name), broke away from the crowd and walked straight for him. Don met her eyes. Her stare was icy. She leaned on the arm rest and glared at him.

"You're very quiet tonight."

"I'm not feeling good," Don said.

"Things are a lot more pleasant around here when you shut up."

Don clenched his muzzle shut.

"I told Zed already, but since you met Elliot, I'll say it to your face. Sleeping with you was a mistake, so stop bragging about it."

"You asked for it. So I gave it."

"I got caught up in the moment and you took advantage of me."

"You didn't regret it when I was all the way in you."

"I'm sorry I did it. You go out of your way to make everyone aware they should be admiring you. Whack off to that, asshole."

She stormed away and joined her fox at his side. Zed met his eyes for just a second. Don played into his own excuse and hung his head like he was sick or something.

A few minutes later, a rail thin weasel sat down on the couch where Zed had been.

"Stanley," Don said. "Glad you noticed me."

"I didn't even see you, Don. What are you doing over here by yourself?"

Don hesitated. He glanced around. He'd been keeping this inside for so long he had to tell someone. It may as well be the weasel.

"Stanley, I gotta tell ya somethin. Keep it a secret, won't ya?"

Stanley nodded.

"I met Elliot. I made a bet with him and I lost. Now he owns me for a fucking month."

Stanley fidgeted. "Oh... That's why..."

"Yeah, I can't say a fucking word because of him! I've been at his apartment all week! Sucked his dick, been his fucktoy after a couple workouts."

"You took him?"

"I don't wanna talk about it."

Stanley giggled and beamed.

"It's not fucking funny, weasel! He has me by the cock and I can't get away from him. Why the fuck did you make me go to that bar?"

"I wanted you to meet him, Don. Figured you two might hit it off. Finally, someone your size."

"He's got me beat in every way, you know that! Why weren't you at the bar? We coulda had some fun together, but no, you had us meet alone! Why?"

"I wanted you to meet Elliot so you'd see... You know. You're not... Well. You really hurt Zed, and he's just one. Remember Taylor?"

"No."

"Tabby. You humiliated him in front of his boyfriend. Started showing off your arms. Tryin' to get their attention. Ring a bell?"

"Yeah... Yeah, and his boy came up to me and asked. Wasn't my fault he didn't get Taylor's permission to fool around."

Stanley shook his head. "Don, you're fucking hot, the best top I've ever had, but... Lighten up. There's always a bigger dog."

Don thought back on the people who told him to meet Elliot at that bar. Zed was one of the people who told him to be there. Taylor was another. Hell, everyone egged him on. Stanley wanted him to meet Elliot. Why did his other friends want him to go, too? It only took a minute for him to put two and two together.

"You little bitch!" Don said. "You wanted this to happen! You wanted to humiliate me! Everyone did!"

"Whoa, Don, I didn't tell you to make a bet with him. I just wanted you to meet your match. You got yourself in this mess."

"They love it! They wanted to see me fall! Some friends you assholes are!"

"Lighten up, Don."

The sheppie couldn't think of anything to say to that. After a solid minute of silence, Stanley stood up and walked back into the party. Don watched where he went. Elliot was still standing at a table. He was talking to a bunch of people. His friends.

Don growled. He forced himself to get up and join the party. He stood in the groups, tried to join in, but he had nothing to say, and nobody said anything to him. No "hi, Don, where you been?" No "hi, Donny, missed you at the last party." Nothing. But they did have a lot to say to Elliot. He was the center of attention.

That night, at Elliot's place, Don was on the bed, lying on his side. Elliot was behind him, cock buried halfway up his ass. Don panted and let out a long string of curses. He was so pissed off he couldn't keep it inside him anymore.

"Fuck you, I had it good! Everyone in the city knew me! Now they won't even talk to me! Why the fuck did you have to move here!? I fucking hate you, Elliot!"

Elliot had pushed himself more than halfway in. He was holding Don tenderly and licking him on the muzzle.

Elliot thrust, stretching Don out even more.

"RRRRRRRRGHH! I'm gonna kill you when this is over! I'm gonna fucking kill you!"

"Mmmmmmm..." Elliot was as gentle as he could be, but no matter how gentle he was, it was always rough.

4

The halfway point. Don had it marked on his cell phone, along with the end date. Time dragged after the party. Every day was a test of endurance. To make things worse, Elliot was invited to more parties, but Don never received a call. Not even from Stanley. Don went because of Elliot, and every time Don ended up sitting somewhere by himself. He tried to join the fun, but it didn't make a difference. No one spoke to him. As long as Elliot was there, nobody even noticed him. Many times Don was tempted to wait in the car, but he didn't want to look emo.

The damn dobie was stealing everything from him! On top of that, Elliot went out of his way to cover himself up. He wore loose-fitting clothes that hid his bulk, he wore loose pants that hid his package. It was like he didn't want anyone to notice him--like he wanted to blend in with the crowd. He was wasting everything he had.

Why didn't they see this? Don was the only one who was aware of himself and wasn't afraid to show it. Why were they flocking to Elliot?

To make things worse, about the only people who talked to him were those who went out of their way to shove Elliot in Don's face. Stanley and Elliot had kept their word--no one else knew about the bet--but they reveled in knowing that Don had been cut down. He'd met a bigger dog, and they thought that's why he didn't have much to say.

He looked at all his friends. They liked seeing him humiliated, and Elliot was soaking up all the attention. They laughed with him. Nobody ever laughed with Don before...

And what did they talk to the big dog about? Movies, games, school, work. Not a single word about his build, or his bench, or even what was in his pants. It was like they totally didn't notice who was standing in front of them, and Elliot didn't even mention it.

Didn't his friends care that the dog they were talking to was three times their size? They had to have seen it, so why didn't they mention it? A dog like this wasn't something they would see often. Hell, until Elliot, Don had never met anybody even close to him who wasn't a professional. Anyplace else people would fall over just looking in Elliot's direction, but his friends just talked to him.

Laughing. Joking...

Every party, every time he met up with someone, they talked to Elliot and not to Don. When they did exchange words with Don, it was always the usual how have you been. They saved the real questions for Elliot, the dog who did everything to hide what he had. Don tried to wrap his mind around this. Why bother having it if you're just going to pretend you don't have it?

The only pleasant moments were during workouts. Don had to adjust his workout routine to match Elliot's. Elliot was always horny after a workout, and that became the usual fuck time. It made Don resent working out, something he had never felt before. For the first time in his life Don dreaded going to the gym. The one thing in his life that always gave him joy, and Elliot ruined it.

Now it was another weekend party. Don couldn't think of a single thing to say to anyone. Everything he usually said meant nothing around Elliot, so he ended up sitting by himself on the couch watching TV. He had an excuse ready, but nobody asked.

Zed approached Don and stood over the shepherd. Don could smell the patronizing scent coming off him and his snout wrinkled.

"Still quiet?" said the fox.

Don didn't answer.

"You know I've been saying it for years, but now I finally know it's true. When you're not humiliating someone, you really have nothing to say."

Don growled. "I'll rip you a new one."

"Go and try it. With Elliot here--"

"FUCK ELLIOT!"

The room fell silent. Don suddenly became aware of the outside world. He was tired of taking this.

"Tell everyone you want. I'm going home."

Don got up and walked out of the room. Instead of slamming the door behind him, he closed it gently. He was sure there'd be some interesting conversation after he left, and he thought about sticking around to hear what Elliot told them--the graphic details, the juicy gossip at Don's expense--but he figured he'd get the story soon enough. He didn't care who knew anymore.

5

Don sat at home, idly watching TV. A solid week since the last party. One week that everyone knew what really happened the night he met Elliot.

He called several people since then, asking if he could come over and hang out. No one returned his calls. After the second day, he started to think about who he was calling.

Tony. Don had tried to get his girl's attention once. She refused, but still he had tried. Just wanted to show her what she'd been missing.

Jade. She was married with a kid. About a year ago Don had humiliated her husband in arm-wrestling. The dog thought he was strong, and Don showed him what strong really was. Don had laughed it up, but Jade's husband had not. Now that Don thought about it, the two of them had never talked to him in great depth since that day.

What about Dot, a fellow shepherd, and a great body to go with a decent personality? Too bad she was married to a fat loser of a grey fox named Al. He remembered a year ago he showed off his biceps to Al and Dot. Al seemed interested, but Dot wasn't, so he kept showing. Then he whipped his dick out and said something like "bet your wife's never had anything like this, has she?"

Of course they never returned his call. But Don didn't mean anything by it. He was just having fun. Socializing. Like everyone does.

He almost called Zed, but he already knew what Zed would say. Ditto for his vixen.

Even Stanley didn't return his call. That weasel was a good fuck, but Don didn't really like the guy all that much. Still... He had been hoping just to be with someone for a while.

Everything was just fine until Elliot started raping him. Everything Elliot did pissed him off, and yet his friends talked to him! They laughed with him! Don's friends left him for Elliot. They couldn't handle seeing Don now, so they enjoyed watching him fall like some celebrity who'd reached the top and was now spiraling downward. People loved that stuff.

As the days passed alone, he hated Elliot more and more. The dog had taken everything from him, so Don had every right to. But gradually, it sunk in. One night Don found himself driving up to Elliot's apartment and parking his car. He sat in his car for twenty minutes, thinking about what he was doing.

He hated Elliot. The dog had taken everything from him, but at the same time there was something itching under his fur. Don got out of the car and knocked on the door. He knew Elliot's work schedule, so the dobie was home.

The door swung open. Elliot was bare chest and wearing shorts that barely contained him. Don forgot how big this dog was. For the first time in his life, he felt intimidated. He didn't like feeling this way.

Don swallowed. "Hey, Elliot."

"What brings you back?" said the dobie.

"You've probably heard. They hate me... don't they?"

The look on Elliot's muzzle was not of anger or pity, but sympathy. Elliot opened the door the rest of the way. "Come in."

Don walked inside and sat in usual place on the couch. He leaned forward, forearms on his knees. Elliot sat in the loveseat this time, leaning back, kicking his feet up on the footstool.

"Oh, Don. The stories I've heard. I can't believe you had no idea."

"Yeah... Hard to believe."

"When you left, they told me they wanted you to meet me. Take the wind outta your sails. I didn't know that when I went to the bar. All Stanley told me was that I had to meet you. Nothing else. Now I find out why. I'm not surprised. They can't stand you. They liked you better before you started working out and getting a big head."

"I was just hangin' out! People laughed when I did that shit, I thought they were having fun watching. Why the fuck didn't anyone tell me to back off? If they had a problem with it...?" Don trailed off. Took a few breaths.

Elliot said what Don was thinking. "Who could've stopped you?"

Don sighed, still looking at the floor.

"Come on, Don. You think they like you posturing and showing them everything they're not? It's insulting."

Don leaned forward some more.

"Why do you think I cover up? People are afraid of me. I don't want them to be. I go out of my way to make them comfortable just so they'll say hi."

Don hated everything Elliot said. He resented the dobie was bigger than he was in every possible way. Now he realized this was the same feeling he smelled on Zed. On Tony. Hell, on everyone. He didn't like feeling this way at all.

"I fucked up, didn't I?"

"For years. Stanley really was the only one who kinda liked you. Everyone else did until you started working out. Even then... The weasel couldn't stand you for longer than a day or two at a time. He said you were like candy. Too much of you and... Yeah."

Don hung his head. "So why do they like you so much?"

"Everyone already told you. Lighten up. They're perfectly happy with who they are. They don't care you can bench 10 times what they can. They don't care about your cock--especially the people who already have someone. They wish you'd go back to the way you used to be, before you started working out. They liked you back then. These days..."

Don leaned on his knees in silence for a while. Finally he raised himself, leaned back on the couch and looked at Elliot.

"All right," Don mumbled. "I'll shut up. I'll stop. I just don't wanna do this again."

Elliot smiled and stood up. He sat down next to Don, rested a paw on his back. "I'm glad to hear you say that. 'Cause when you're not being an asshole, you're fun."

Don smiled weakly.

"Zed and his girl invited me over tomorrow," Elliot continued. "I think you should come with me. Start rebuilding."

"I don't think they'd want me there."

"They used to like you, remember? I'm sure they'd like the old Donny back."

Don's smile grew a little.

"You also owe me two more weeks."

Don's ears flattened and so did the smile. "Nothing's keeping me here anymore you know."

"Nope. But I'm all you got."

"I was just starting to think I didn't fucking hate you."

"Well, I got good news. I've had this huge urge to bottom for someone for a while. Think you're up for a switch?"

"You mean it?"

"It's only fair."

Elliot started feeling Don's chest. Quickly he migrated down to his groin and rested his paw there. Elliot growled. So did Don, as he undid the clasp. Don pulled it out. Elliot growled deeper and took it down his muzzle. He couldn't take all of it, but it was fun to watch him try. After a few minutes Elliot came up and looked Don in the eye. The look in his eyes was pure lust. He'd seen it on Stanley dozens of times.

Don smiled. The last thing he wanted to do was fuck him... But.... "Got any lube?"

"Don't need any."

Elliot stood up, pulled his shorts off. He was all the way up, and he squeezed it from base to tip with both hands. A huge drop of pre oozed from the tip. He grabbed it and spread it over Don's cock. Turning around, he spread some under his miniscule tail and draped himself over the coffee table.

This was actually the first time Don had seen Elliot's ass. Damn, it was as hot as he imagined. Don pushed away from the couch and lowered himself to Elliot's back. Elliot growled. Don pushed. Elliot panted and whined.

"Fuck, Don, you're huge. Uhhhh-ghh!"

It felt good to hear someone say that again. At the same time, in the back of his mind, Don couldn't take any joy out of it anymore. Elliot was bigger. Stronger. People liked him, but not Don.

Don hated the dobie. He thrust. Elliot panted and moaned. He wasn't a virgin. Way too easy to be one, but he was still unprepared for someone like Don. The dobie almost got off to that, but again... He felt Elliot's chest. Massive pecs--more than Don could hold with a hand. Bigger than Don's. He hated feeling intimidated like this. He hated Elliot for existing.

He was not nice to Elliot. He shoved himself in hard, all the way to the hilt. He had a feeling the dog could handle it, and he was right. Elliot took it better than any girl he'd tried to fuck over the years. Elliot lay on the table, completely at Don's mercy, but Don just knew Elliot knew who was really in control. Elliot could overpower him at any time. He was allowing Don to do this, and he hated that! He pounded the bigger dog harder.

As Don got closer to climax he thought about this feeling. Is this really how he made everyone else feel? Did he spend all those years pushing his friends away without even realizing it? He hated this feeling.

Maybe... Maybe he could start wearing looser clothes. It seemed to work for Elliot. Might help. And he'd think of other things to say. Not just... Draw attention to himself all the time. That's what he'd been doing for years.

As he plowed Elliot deeper and deeper, feeling his chest and abs and this tight, muscular, ass he hated the dobie for being everything he was not. He finished.

"Ooohhhh that's good," Elliot said. "Stanley was right. You're a great top."

Don looked down at him. He panted. Coming from Elliot, that compliment meant something. "Thanks."

Elliot was everything Don needed to be. Don hated that, but he didn't want to leave. Not anymore.