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I can't really put a finger on when it started. I had a restless night, but I just assumed that it was because I was used to sleeping next to my Master. Sleeping with my head nestled against his powerful chest listening to his massive heart beating always made me feel so safe and secure. At one point in the night I woke up screaming. I could hear the stream in the background and I thought I had dreamed the whole thing and I was still living at the Firehole. Arnold came over and calmed me down, but I couldn't fall back asleep, I missed my Master too badly.

When it was time to head over to the mess hall I wasn't hungry, but I forced down some food. When we got to the stream, I didn't fish much, I just coached the pups. To be real honest, I didn't even do that very well. I had a lot of anxiety about being away from my Master and I was rapidly becoming depressed. But I didn't want to spoil the trip for everyone so I mostly just watched the pups and gave pointers. They were doing pretty well so I didn't have to give too much advice. I usually try not to make excuses, but because of how I was feeling, I didn't notice the surface activity beginning to wane until it was completely over. I had the pups switch over to the big stone fly nymphs, but we should have done it 30 minutes sooner. They had just gotten started fishing the nymphs when I started to get nauseous. I staggered into the woods and threw up my breakfast. My nose was starting to run and I was sure I was coming down with a flu. I went back to the stream and tried show the pups the proper places to fish with the nymphs, which is completely different from fishing dries. I should have shown them the differences before, but I was too distracted to even notice they weren't fishing the right type of water. Things got worse as the day went on. At lunch I barely picked at my food. I still don't remember much that went on for the rest of the day, for the most part I was in a daze at least until Gustav led us to Leroy Brown. I was hardly paying attention until Jeff and Gustav's little exchange.

"At the end of their last day I always bring the fishermen here to bring them down a peg." Gustav said with a chuckle. "This is the biggest fish on this creek as far as I know. We've named him Leroy Brown, after a character in an old song. Bad Bad Leroy Brown took over this pool years ago and he's either eaten or chased out all the other trout. Nobody can get a cast to his lair, you would have to cast a fly at least 8 to 10 feet under that overhang and it is only a foot and a half above the surface. Even for you ferals, that is just impossible." He added smugly.

"I don't think I can make that cast Gustav. But I have to disagree with you, David can shoot a cast back there and catch ol' Leroy. Come on David, show him what you can do."

That got me back to focusing on the present. I didn't think I could concentrate enough to pull that cast off. "I don't know if I'm up to it today Jeff." I begged off.

"Look, you need to show Gustav that they aren't necessarily better than us at everything." He whispered in my ear.

"OK. I'll give it a shot." I still wasn't feeling well, but the challenge gave me a small adrenaline rush that helped me shake the cobwebs. I thought about it and decided to go with a 3X tippet. I was using a large enough fly that it wouldn't cause an unnatural drag on the fly. Plus this was one huge fish that was close to plenty of snags to wrap me on, I needed to muscle him a bit and I wouldn't be able to do it with a light leader. I pulled out a new fly since it would float higher and tied it on, then examined all my knots. Finally I carefully treated it with some gink to make sure it floated as high as possible. I surveyed the situation and realized that even the tightest loop I could throw wouldn't fit through the 18 inch gap left by the overhang. But if I threw my loop at a 45 degree angle that would give me an effective gap of over 2 feet and that might just be enough to get the fly back that far. I false cast a few times to get some line out then I dropped almost to one knee to get as close to the water as I could as I made my final cast. The loop was perfect, the fly just skirted the bottom of the overhang to land directly upstream of Leroy. I flipped a small loop down the line to mend the line to get a drag free drift. It drifted down to Leroy and he started to rise. He didn't even hesitate, he just confidently sipped it in. I hauled back on the rod to set the hook. He dove toward the undercut bank, his huge tail breaking the water as he tried to angle down toward the undercut. Now I was really glad I opted for the 9 foot rod, it gave me a little extra leverage, which helped me turn him before he could wrap me on whatever roots might be under the overhang. He headed upstream toward a submerged log and I used the extra length to get an angle on his head and turn him a couple of feet from the snag. He shot straight downstream past me. There was no way I could reel in line as fast as he was coming toward me so I threw a loop of line into the slow water that kept the slack out of the line, keeping just enough tension on the line to keep him from throwing the hook. He ran down into the pool below me which was pretty much free of snags. After turning him the first two times I could feel his strength already starting to ebb, but I didn't let up. Every time he headed off in a different direction, I immediately turned him so he couldn't get up any momentum, causing him to use extra energy to get started again. I turned him one last time toward the shallows and let his momentum beach him. I picked him up and held him for everybody to see.

"Let's get a tape on him and see how long he is!" Gustav said excitedly as he whipped out his tape and went to work. "Thirty-four and a half inches! Damn he looks even bigger up close!" When he finished taking the measurements he added "Hold him up David, we need to get some pictures."

My adrenaline rush was starting to wear off and I was starting to notice the pain again as I lifted Leroy for the pictures. I laid him in the water and we got a few more photos while he revived. I finally took him into the main current and pushed him back and forth until he revived, then released him, watching him slowly swim off to his lair again.

As I waded backed to the shore Gustav gave me a pat on the back and said, "Wow! I've never seen anything like that. That was amazing work with a fly rod. I didn't think it could be done."

Everybody was talking all at once but I felt dizzy and I collapsed to the ground. That was the last thing I remembered with any clarity for a while. I vaguely remembered talking to my master on the phone, then I remembered coming to for a few moments with Arnold cuddling me. Then I felt My Master get in the bed beside me. He put me on my back and grabbed my ankles with one paw and pushed them up over my head. Then I felt his tongue on my anus as he lubed me up. Soon he had pushed it in and my I clenched down on his tongue. I was desperate, I needed effects and I needed them bad. He pulled out and positioned himself. I could feel his dripping cock as it touched my pucker, it was just drooling precum. My Master had gone without me for as long as I had gone without him and he was almost as desperate as I was. My Master spread his pre quickly on my pucker and then plunged in. The pain was the last thing on my mind, all I could think of was opening up to get as much of my Master in me as possible. As he bottomed out I felt a huge spurt of pre jet into my colon, where it was almost immediately absorbed into my bloodstream. The pain was rapidly disappearing as I was rocketing toward ecstasy.

My Master started slowly thrusting in and out, filling me with more and more of the effects laden precum that was flowing out of him. Because he was holding my legs up each thrust was jamming directly into my prostate, causing me to spill my seed almost immediately. But as was always the case when I was with my Master I didn't go soft. Each thrust caused me to leak a little as I moaned in my rapture. My Master was starting to lose control as he started to drive into me almost viciously, which is exactly what I desired. He draped my knees over his shoulders and then leaned forward until he was laying on me, pretty much bending me in half. His muzzle covered my mouth and his tongue attacked mine, of course mine surrendered immediately. I could feel his knot beginning to swell but he still didn't try to seat it. He kept jamming it in and out of my abused asshole, but that was just the way I wanted it now. He had been away from me for a day and now instinctively he was trying to possessively mark me as his own. When his knot was just on the verge being too big to force in he jammed it in and seated it with the short sharp thrusts that locked it deep inside of me. That was all it took for me to cum again.

"Aarrghh! Take that Feral, your ass is mine!" My Master said as he exploded forcefully into me, giving me the full force of his effects, which made me drift rapidly into the ecstasy and then oblivion that is effects...

When I finally started coming around from the effects, my Master started helping me get dressed. He had given me a full dose of effects and I was still only half awake. I don't completely remember walking out to the campfire. I sat in a camp chair in a daze, then I remember my Master placing something in my hand to roast over the fire. My Master had to tell me when to turn it over and when to take it off the fire. I was still in a daze when my Master said, "Yeah, and I'll bet their fathers would be even more interested. They're even more competitive than they are horny, and that's really saying something. And what do you two think about it?"

I realized that the last sentence was directed at Jeff and I and it took me a second to figure out he was talking about the fly fishing school that we had talked about earlier. I finally replied, "I think it would be fun Master." Then he asked Jeff how he felt about it but I was too befuddled to follow what they talked about. Eventually I came around enough to eat the stuff we were cooking and then I sat on my Master's lap while the pups told ghost stories around the campfire. I wasn't really listening, I was still not all the way aware of my surroundings. All that mattered was that I was sitting on my Master's lap, holding him tight with my face buried in his massive chest.

When it was finally time for bed my Master said, "OK pups, time to get to bed. David you and I are going to be sleeping in the small cabin over there. It's got a king size bed. Why don't you head over and crawl in bed, I'll be there in a few minutes. I wanna talk to Jeff for a minute then I'll be in."

The walk to the cabin cleared my head a little. I walked into the cabin, got undressed and crawled onto the king size bed, which wasn't quite as big as the one in my Master's room, but was still plenty big enough. Soon my Master walked in the door, came over to the bed and crawled onto it with me. He licked my ear and asked, "Are you ready for round 2?"

"I'm ready, more than ready." I said as I reached back around me to slide my hand up and down his sheath.

I was still laying on my side with my Master laying behind me when he lifted my right leg spreading my cheeks to give him access. Then he gently pressed the head of his massive member against my pucker and gently pressed it into me, while he nibbled on my ear. Slowly, ever so slowly, my boyhole spread to accommodate my Master, and ever so slowly he pushed it in until his virile balls eased up against mine. Slowly he eased it in and out of me in a gentle rhythm, while he nibbled on my ear. His left arm was under my head cradling it and his right paw was slowly and sensually gliding up and down my side. "David, I love you so much. Seeing you in that condition scared the shit out of me. I'm sorry, I'll never let that happen again." My Master said as he continued to make tender love to me.

"I should have noticed what was going on Master. But it doesn't matter cuz you're here now. That is the only thing in the world that matters to me, that I'm with you." I said and turned my head so I could kiss the Shep that meant more to me than life itself. It was more of a tender kiss than a passionate one, maybe that would come later. Just feeling him slowly working deep inside me made me feel so close to him. And it made me think about how lucky I was to have him as my Master. It also had me drooling precum as the slow movement across my prostate was keeping me on the edge. We broke the kiss and my Master went back to nibbling on my ear as he continued his gentle thrusting. I soon realized he was also spurting precum into me, but since he was being gentle and tender the amount of effects was light, just enough to make me feel great without making me drift off. But no matter how tender the lovemaking, eventually you go over the edge. My Master was now down to the short thrusts that would seat his knot inside my sphincter where it belonged. I clamped down on my Master as he seated it in me, the growing knot massaging my prostate enough to send me over the edge. My seed spurted and my sphincter gripped his knot with each jet of semen I shot out bringing my Master to the ecstasy with me. I could feel his seed as he unloaded into me. But the effects weren't overpowering and I stayed completely aware as my Master held me close to him as we drifted off to sleep together...

When I woke up, I was in my typical position, laying with my head on my Masters chest, the beating of his heart always made me feel so secure. I ran my hand down to his sheath, which was filled to bursting. The head was peaking out of his sheath and just the thought of it had my mouth watering.

"It's not gonna suck itself kid." He said with a chuckle, it was one of his pet phrases when he was all horned up.

I didn't waste time with a response and I didn't have to be told twice. I shimmied down until my head was even with his "head". I ran my hand down his sheath and down to cup his huge balls. There was nothing about my Master that I didn't consider perfect. I know that he was beating himself up over what happened, but how was he supposed to know that it would happen. I didn't spend much time thinking about that, I had a big piece of Shep meat waiting for me to take care of it. I ran my tongue around it and then took just the head into my mouth. My Master put his paws on the back of my head and guided me as my mouth went down his shaft. He pushed down until he hit the back of my throat and I gagged. He backed off. In order for for me to take him all the way down I need to take him straight down my throat, so I swung around so I was straddling his chest, which allowed me a straight shot to open my throat for my Master. This time when he pushed my head down my throat opened to take him down. I have gotten really good at "deep throat" as my Master calls it. I have even learned to breath while he is there. I was working up and down his shaft when he took his paws from my head and used them to spread my cheeks. Soon that big rough Shep tongue was lapping at my nether hole. I continued to bob his knob but it was getting harder to concentrate with his tongue now snaking into me.

He pulled me off of him and said, "Get between my legs and rub your cock against mine."

I crawled in between my Master's legs and lined my cock up with his and started thrusting. I had been leaking precum the entire time my Master had been rimming me so my cock was nice and slimy while his was slick with my saliva. I lay on top of him and started rubbing my cock over his. It was such a turn on feeling his monster throb as I rubbed against it. It wasn't often that I as the "top" in our love making and it made me feel so powerful. Here I was with the most powerful being on Earth on his back beneath me letting me rub one off on his dick.. Just thinking about that had my balls tingling and I picked up the pace, concentrating on rubbing the base of my boner against the base of my Masters, right where the knot forms. And my increased excitement was having the desired effect on my Master, his knot was rapidly starting to form. My rubbing was putting pressure on the base of the knot, the exact place a Shep needed pressure to blow his load. We were racing to the finish line as I thrust even faster, I wrapped my arms around my Master's chest and squeezed and he did the same thing and thrust up against me. Then we both exploded all over his furry belly. As I came I ground myself against my Master's knot with each spurt which milked a corresponding spurt from him. Finally I just collapsed onto my Master and we both lay there panting. When we finally caught our breath my Master rolled me onto my back and started licking our combined spooge off of my belly.

"Hmm... Tasty..." He said between licks.

"Hey! Don't I get any?" I asked pouting.

"No You DON'T! I want you to be aware of your surroundings when we fish this morning. That's why I didn't let you finish sucking me off."

"Well... I guess you've got a point." I said grudgingly.

My Master continued to lick the spooge off of me than he licked it all off of him too. "Well, we better get a shower before breakfast."

We walked to the bath house and got our showers without any hanky panky. I got dressed while he dried off in the high speed dryer and we headed off toward the mess hall. After just picking at my food yesterday I was famished. I grabbed a plate and almost raced to the buffet. I filled up my plate with 4 over easy eggs, 3 hotcakes, 4 sausage links, 5 slices of bacon and 2 pieces of toast. I had already finished eating two eggs and all of my bacon before my Master even sat down with his food.

"I guess you really are feeling better today. You really think you can finish all of that?" My Master said with a smirk as he ruffled my hair.

I just nodded my head as I continued to shovel the rest of the food into my mouth as fast as I could. I finished it all then got another glass of milk to wash it down. When I finally stopped I realized I ate too much. I groaned and my Master laughed.

"I told you you were eating too much." My Master said with a know-it-all look.

"Of course you Sheps know everything." I said as I stuck out my tongue.

He grabbed me and gave me a bear hug. "You are definitely back to normal." It was all I could do not to throw up as he squeezed me. He put me down and we walked back to the bunkhouse where I had left my waders. Peon had brought all of my Masters stuff from the limo to the bunkhouse too. We put on our waders and vests and got ready to fish the morning hatch. I helped my Master rig up his rod and we walked down to the creek with the pups just as the sun peeked over the horizon. The pups were excited about fishing on their own, which left me to teach my Master one on one. He was familiar with fly casting from his fishing trips for stripers, but he hadn't a clue about fishing for trout. Before now he hadn't really had time to get away for much fishing other than a few times out on the Happy Hooker for stripers. I took the opportunity to tease my Master. I positioned him in the creek in front of a rock with a flat surface that was about a foot above the stream bottom. I stood on it behind my Master to guide his arm as I taught him some of the special casts so necessary to fool trout on a creek. As I stood behind him I pressed my groin against his tail while I guided his arm through the casting motions. I could feel him subconsciously tucking his tail and pulling away from me and the more he pulled away the more I pushed my groin forward until finally I dropped my hands to his hips and started making mock thrusting motions against his tail.

"You ungrateful feral! You were doing that on purpose weren't you?" My Master exclaimed.

"Who me? I would never!" I said in mock indignation.

"You will pay for this later!"

"Promises... Promises..."

He turned around, wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close for a kiss. "I'm glad you're back to normal. I'm sorry that had to happen to you." He said as he broke off the kiss. "If I have anything to say about it that will never happen again."

We held each other for a few moments then got back to fishing. I coached my Master on where to cast and how to mend line for a good drift and soon he was onto a nice fish. I coached him on landing it, then coached him through a few more. Finally he said, "David, why don't you get your rod and fish too. I've never seen you in action on a trout stream."

He didn't have to ask me twice. After sleepwalking through most of yesterday I was anxious to really fish this place, and to show off a bit to my Master. "OK Master, you take the easy ones in the main current and I'll get the rest." I said as I made a puddle cast to a large trout that was in a tricky eddy current behind a big rock. The puddle cast got me just enough slack for a drag free drift and I hooked the 22 inch rainbow, who immediately went airborne. I let out a triumphant "Got Him!" and quickly steered him away from the other rising fish. I landed him quickly and then threw a curve cast to fool another large rainbow. I managed to land him and the next 4 trout that I cast to. From out of the corner of my eye I say my Master watching me, so I tried to show off even more. I made a 70 foot cast across 3 currents to the opposite bank, mended line twice with modified roll casts to get a drag free float and nailed the large brown that was feeding right by the undercut bank. He was a hook jawed male brown that fought deep and hard, typical of the way a brown fights. Rainbows tend to be more acrobatic, while browns tend to slug it out with you deep. Despite that I was able to turn him every time he changed directions and he tired quickly. When I finally beached him my Master came up behind me as I measured him.

"Are you gonna let the rest of us catch any? How long is he?" He asked.

"I'm not stopping you from catching them. This one is a little over 25 inches." I said as I started reviving it. It was then that I realized that my Master wasn't my only audience, my three "brothers" and Gustav were watching too.

"Don't stop on our account." Gustav intoned.

I finished reviving the big one and started working over the next pool going from one rising fish to the next until I had caught nearly every rising fish in the pool. When I reached the top of the pool I declared, "The clinic is over. Time for everyone to fish."

"I'm learning too much watching you." Gustav replied, but the rest spread out over the next pool and started fishing to the steadily rising fish.

I went back to helping my Master, who had the least trout fishing experience of us all. I let him catch all of the ones that were easily accessible and I cleaned up the ones that took difficult casts to fool. But none of that really mattered. What mattered was I was with my Master again. Missing him emotionally was almost as hard as dealing with the addiction. We continued fishing until the hatch stopped at about 11:30 and then we packed up for the ride home. Our family got in the back seating area and Loki's family in the front. I was sitting next to my Master and my brothers were sitting across from us. I felt a little self conscious in front of the pups but my Master didn't seem to mind. He grabbed my hand and wrapped it around his sheath. Damn I wanted to have him, but all I could see were the wide eyes of the pups staring at us. My Master nibbled on my ear, which made me harden slightly in spite of the fact that he pups were watching. Then he said in my ear. "You know, you look so sexy with your lips wrapped around my cock."

"But Master, the pups are watching."

"So? Maybe they'll learn something. It's not like they haven't seen sex before." He replied as he unbuttoned my shorts and ran his big paw down into my briefs and started stroking my manhood. I was already semi hard and my Master's touch made me rock hard almost immediately. He was pulling my foreskin up and down over my glans and it already had me so close to the edge that I forgot all about the pups. I bent over to take my Master's doghood into my mouth. I ran my tongue under his sheath as he ran his fingers through my long hair. I used my lips to peel back his sheath as I went down on his semi-hard shaft. It didn't remain semi-hard, soon it was like steel encased in velvet. Of course he was already spurting effects rich precum which I greedily swallowed. I could see the pups watching intently while they rubbed their sheaths up and down their young boners. By that time I didn't care what they saw, I was already starting to drift away under the control of my Master's effects. My Master had started to take off my shorts somewhere along the line and now I lifted myself off the seat enough for him to remove them. As soon as he got them off of me he picked me up so I was on his lap facing him, then lined himself up with my pucker and I lowered myself down. As always it hurt a little as he penetrated me, but I would have put up with any amount of pain to have the Shep I love deep inside of me. Besides it only hurt until the first spurt of effects deadened the pain and then it was bliss beyond anything you could imagine. I leaned back a little so that big salami ran right over my prostate each time I went up and down on it. He growled his dominance, which was fine with me. He was the most perfect being I had ever met and he deserved my total submission. Even though at times I was a smart ass, it was only because he enjoyed my feigned disrespect as much as I enjoyed dishing it out. As he rumbled out the last of the growl I started nibbling on his pendulous lips. He pulled my head toward his and kissed me deep. His tongue was in my mouth wrestling with mine as I raised and lowered myself on his shaft. I was light headed already from the effects in his pre and I knew I wasn't going to last long.

Master, I can't hold back any longer." I cried out, the fact that the pups were behind me was totally forgotten by now.

"Just let it go." My Master said as he bent down to suck the seed out of my soon to be spurting cock. As soon as I felt the warmth of his mouth I could hold back no longer and I shot into his eager muzzle. I could tell he wasn't swallowing,just gathering it up. When I quit cumming he lifted his head toward mine and snowballed my seed into my mouth, then gathered it all back up with his tongue before swallowing it. The whole time my juice was in his mouth his eyes had a faraway glazed look in them. Maybe human seed had an "effect" on Sheps too.

I had stopped for a few moments to catch my breath after my orgasm, but soon I was again bouncing up and down on my Master's endowment. As was always the case when my Master was involved I didn't lose my erection after just one ejaculation. I had only softened slightly and then only until the next spurt of effects laden pre shot up into me, causing my cock to petrify. I could feel my Master's knot just barely starting to swell, a little speed bump on the highway I was speeding up and down on. But soon it was more than just a speed bump and finally my Master grabbed my shoulders and pulled me down as he thrust up in me, jamming his huge cock into me in short sharp thrusts as his knot locked us together.

"You're mine FERAL!" He cried out as his seed exploded deep into me, and in a few seconds I could feel myself starting to fall rapidly under my Master's potent effects. As I started to slump as I began to lose consciousness I could feel my Master hug me closely... protectively... lovingly...

My Master woke me when we got home. I was still pretty groggy so he carried me into the house. He is just so big and strong, whenever I am in his arms I feel so safe and secure. He set me on the couch so I could clear my head while he supervised all the equipment being put away. By the time he came back in to get me I was still a little unsteady on my feet, but I was aware of what was going on and my head was clearing rapidly. We all went out back where Chef was grilling burgers. Chef was a black man dressed in his usual outfit of a red shirt, chef's hat and apron, and when the pups walked past they all yelled out simultaneously "Hey Chef", then burst out laughing. I didn't get it at all.

All of my family was there of course and so was all of Loki's family. Gofer and Butler were busy dragging 3 picnic tables so they were sitting end to end and then carried the benches over. I could see Gofer making furtive glances over at me, like he was sizing me up. But I didn't have much time to spend thinking about Gofer because the talk soon moved to the fishing trip we just got back from.

"Daddy, you should have seen the trout Jeff helped me catch." Fenrir said to Loki.

"I did see it; Gustav emailed me a picture of it." Loki replied.

"I wouldn't have caught it without Jeff's coaching. He's really good at trout fishing. Even Gustav was impressed." Fenrir continued.

"I'm not as good as David." Jeff butted in, his face reddening from embarrassment, although this time there was nothing contentious in his voice.

"Jeff, you've gotta get over that. You're really good at trout fishing, even for one of us Firehole guys. Whether or not I'm better doesn't change that fact. You need to be proud of yourself, Partner." I said grinning.

"Daddy did Jeff tell you he and David plan on starting a fly fishing school?" Fenrir chimed in.

"Oh they do?" Loki looked surprised.

"That is if you approve Loki." Jeff said questioningly.

"Of course I approve, if that's what you want to do." Loki added nodding his head.

"Yes I'd like to do this. I really enjoy teaching and it would be a way that I can pull my weight around here."

"Being a pet is pulling your weight." Loki replied with his eyebrows raised.

"Well right now I don't seem to be very good at that. Maybe this would take some of the pressure off of me." Jeff continued. "Maybe it will help me be a better pet."

"Again if that is what you want Woden and I will help you get started. I'm sure there are plenty of Sheps out there that would want to be tutored in fly fishing by two sexy ferals." Loki finished winking.

"You two can use the tying room next to the pup's room for teaching them how to tie and of course we have plenty of yard to teach the casting." Woden intoned. "I doubt that we will need to bother advertising, I'm sure the pup's friends will be pestering their folks as soon as they hear about the school. Between them and their fathers I'm guessing there will be a waiting list. Maybe you can call your school "Fishing With The Ferals".

"I think that would be great. I'm sure just the fact that they get to be around Ferals would draw some Sheps. But you two need to promise to just give them fishing lessons and nothing else." Loki said with an over the top mock severity.

"I doubt that I'll find anything sexier than what I've got here." I said as I hugged My Master tight.

"On that subject, I just talked to some of our top medical specialists and asked them to develop an 'effects patch'. It will slowly release effects into your bloodstream so you won't go through withdrawal if you have to be away from your Shep for an extended period of time."

"How 'bout I never stay away from you again long enough for me to have withdrawals?" I said hugging My Master even tighter than before. I was only half kidding, being away from him was as painful emotionally as it was physically.

"Believe me David, it wasn't pleasant for me to be away from you either." My Master said returning my hug.

The conversation continued until Gofer came up to the table to ask how we wanted our burgers. He started at my Master then went left around the table. He looked a little different but I just couldn't place my finger on it. When he got to Arnold he took his order like everyone else, but before he could move on Arnold said, "Hey Gofer, why don't you have your top button buttoned like all the other CHB's?" THAT'S what was different about Gofer today. Gofer dropped the pad he was carrying like it bit him and hurriedly buttoned his top button, almost in a full panic. I couldn't quite suppress a chuckle.

"I... I... I'm sorry Master Arnold I saw that Master David and Jeff didn't button theirs, so I thought that maybe it would be alright. It will NEVER happen again Master, I swear!" He said dropping to his knees in front of Arnold. Arnold started raising his paw and Gofer closed his eyes and cringed, like he was expecting Arnold to beat him.

"Relax and stand in front of me Gofer" Arnold said then he reached up and unbuttoned the top button again. "Leave it like that, I think it makes you look sexy." He added with a wink.

Gofer turned the brightest shade of red I've ever seen on a human, but in addition to the embarrassment you could see some pride showing through, although I doubted that the Sheps would be able to read it. He continued taking our orders until at last he got to me. I asked for a cheeseburger with lettuce, tomato, onions, pickles, ketchup, mustard and mayo. I was finally getting the hang of what to ask for. Of course he took the Sheps orders with reverence, but his look of disdain as he took mine was almost palpable. Of course the Sheps aren't very adept at reading human facial expressions so they didn't notice it. Surprisingly he had taken Jeff's order with indifference, but not disdain or hostility.

The conversation picked up again after Gofer left. The aroma of the burgers on the grill was making my mouth water. Finally the very last of the effects had worn off and I was as alert as everyone else, but the downside to that was that my appetite was back in full swing. I was famished.

"Well Loki I've made arrangements for us to fish Spruce Creek up in central Pennsylvania. It is pretty much the premier limestone creek in the east. I reserved a two bedroom cabin for the weekend, just us and the Ferals." My Master stated.

"Great! All your stories about trout fishing were leaving me feeling left out." Loki replied then turning to Jeff he asked. "Do I get free lessons or at least a discount?"

Jeff rubbed his chin in mock thoughtfulness and replied. "I guess just this once I could give a freebie."

But the conversations stopped there. Gofer was bringing over our burgers. Again he started with my Master then went to Loki and around the table to the left which conveniently left me as the last to get my food. He had a smirk on his face so I know he had planned this. Finally he placed mine on the table in front of me and wandered back to the grill to help Chef get the second round of burgers going. I was watching him watch me out of the corner of my eye. I took a big bite out of my burger and was just ready to start chewing when I felt something moving in my mouth. I spit the mouthful out on my plate and noticed a huge saliva drenched fly crawling out of the food. I glanced over at Gofer and he was smiling broadly but as soon as he noticed me looking he put on his poker face.

"Ewwww! Gross!" Brunhild yelled as she was the first one to see the fly. The boy pups were laughing and my Master yelled at Gofer to bring me a new burger. Despite having the fly in my mouth I was still famished, and it took another 5 minutes for one of the new set of burgers to be ready. Then Gofer took his time putting all the fixings on it. He then leisurely walked over to the table and placed it in front of me.

"Here is your new burger Master David." Gofer said as he placed it in front of me. The sarcasm in his voice was subtle and I doubt any of the Sheps noticed it. I proceeded to open the burger and check under the lettuce, tomato and cheese just to be sure there wasn't any "extra protein" in my burger.

"Aren't you being a little paranoid David? What are the chances of another fly having landed on your burger?" My Master asked.

"I'm not taking any chances." I replied with a self-deprecating grin. Finally I was able to dig in to the burger. It was delicious, still pink in the middle and really juicy. There was potato salad, macaroni salad, chips, dip and watermelon when we were done. I was completely stuffed after I finished my second burger. We sat at the table a while talking and digesting our food, but the temperature was still rising. I know I was sweating like a pig and the pups had to be worse under those heavy coats, but it was too nice of a day to go sit inside in the air conditioning.

"Loki and I have some business to discus for a while, why don't you pups and Ferals take a dip in the pool?"

It sounded like a wonderful idea so we all ran down to the pool and cannon-balled into the deep end. Well all except Jeff who gently lowered himself into the shallow end. Fenrir swam over to him and said something to him that I couldn't hear. Soon he was holding Jeff in the water and explaining how to swim. I was glad that no one made fun of him for not being able to swim.

The rest of us frolicked like a bunch of otters as we played tag in the deep end, then played something called Marco Polo which was a lot of fun too. It looked like Jeff was making progress but he wouldn't be joining us any time soon, but at least it was a start. We were busy splashing around in the pool, when Gofer drove the golf cart down to the pool. There was a tub of ice filled with cans of soda on the back of the cart and he set it down beside the pool at the shallow end. It was well above 90 degrees, and Gofer was sweating profusely. His white polo shirt, the top button still unbuttoned, was translucent from all the sweat and you could actually see his nipples through it.

"Master Arnold, I thought the Young Masters might be thirsty so I brought something for the Young Masters to drink." Gofer said, his eyes looking at his feet. I still couldn't figure him out. I knew he hated me, but his adoration for the Sheps, especially Woden and Arnold, bordered on awe.

"Thank you Gofer!" Arnold exclaimed as he swam over to the tub and grabbed a Pepsi without having to get out of the pool. He popped the top and took a big swallow. The rest of us followed suit and each grabbed a can.

Gofer's face lit up from the praise, but he still kept his eyes down. "You're welcome, Master Arnold." He replied with eagerness in his voice. "Is there anything else I can get the Young Masters?" The sweat was dripping off of his nose and chin, he couldn't have been any wetter if he had jumped into the pool.

"No Gofer, but I'm really pleased with the initiative you are showing. You look awfully hot, why don't you take your clothes off and jump in the pool?" Arnold asked.

"I don't wish to impose on the Young Masters..." Gofer said with an emotion I couldn't quite read.

"You won't be imposing on us Gofer. Take you clothes off and hop in." Arnold said sounding somewhat amused. Gofer dropped his eyes even further, his reluctance to disrobe was apparent. "Are you embarrassed about being naked in front of us?" Arnold asked with a chuckle. Gofer nodded. "Gofer, we've seen naked humans before, David and Jeff are naked and they aren't embarrassed

"Please Master Arnold, don't make me do this." Gofer begged. This was completely out of character for Gofer, actually it was out of character for any CBH.

"Gofer, this is for your own good, take your clothes off now and get in the pool. THAT'S AN ORDER!"

I thought Gofer would turn his back to us as he undressed so we wouldn't see his privates, but after taking off his shoes and socks he dropped his shorts and briefs without any seeming embarrassment. His penis wasn't as big as mine, but he had nothing to be embarrassed about. He really seemed reluctant to take his shirt off. Finally he worked up the resolve and grabbed the hem of his shirt, lifted it over his head and dropped it to the ground. I could see something weird on his side that extended to his back.

"OK, now jump in!" Arnold commanded.

Gofer jumped feet first into the three and a half feet deep water, bending at the knees to go all the way under, then stood back up. That was when we all gasped. His entire back was covered in scars. Thick layers of scars.

"What the fuck happened to you!" Drogo asked in the same shock all of us felt. Gofer hung his head in shame and started to cry silently. Arnold glared at Drogo, who shut up immediately.

Arnold waded over to Gofer and ran his paw over the scars, then asked in a barely controlled rage, "Who did this to you Gofer."

"Please don't hate me Master Arnold."

"Why would I hate you Gofer?" he said and he pulled him into a protective hug. As he did Gofer went rigid with fear.