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College, finally I was an independent person! This Norbotten Spitz could do whatever the fuck he wanted. I was pretty effeminate as a pup; it's not as if I being gay was a huge secret. When I came out of the closet in high school it was a shit storm. I had no idea how disgusted my parents would be. It was made very clear that if I wanted to live in their house I was expected to act a certain way. That was freshman year. Since then I had dated a few females to throw the scent of the gay trail.

My first day on campus, I unpacked and met my roommate. He was a quiet Danish Pointer, admittedly cute with his white fur and caramel colored spots. Upon hauling all my suitcases into the room I noticed the canine laying on the bed with ear buds in his pointed ears. I stood in the door for a moment, not sure what to do. I did my best to be quiet, but something about my presence he must have sensed. He sat up on the bed and pulled his headphones out.

"Oh, sorry, I was napping." He paused and yawned." You must be my roommate."

"Yes, my name's Madigan." I extended my paw for a shake. "Yours?"

The pointer grasped it weakly. "Walden, nice to meet you." After our first encounter we didn't talk much; he was pretty shy.

I joined a Gay-Straight Alliance and assimilated with the local gay community. I was quite the character and it wasn't long before everyone knew the name Madigan Maddox. I was told my name has a certain ring to it. The only thing left to do was to get a bo to keep everyone from guessing. Since my puppyhood my father had toiled relentlessly to make me the man I am today. I did my best to undermine it, having tea parties and playing dress-up with the neighborhood girls and keeping the boys and their messy sports habits at bay.

The community was small and it wasn't very long before I exhausted my resources. I felt silly and embarrassed every time I got turned down. I felt like it was time to take a break from the mate hunting and focus on my classes, at least until I saw someone peeking into one of our GSA meets. I was wrapping up a discussion when I see a Walden's head poke into the doorway and dart back out. After the meeting I hunted him down. I found him sitting on a bench outside the main building. I sat down next to him, wanting to investigate.

"So..." I said. "I saw you at the meeting. You were a little late."

"Oh, no, it's not like that. I'm not gay or anything." He said.

"No one said you were. It's open to all."

"Still, I don't want to give off that vibe." Walden said with a hint of stress in his voice.

"No, of course not, but why would anyone think that about you?" I poked his shoulder playfully. He quickly stood up and turned away from me.

"What?" I grabbed his shoulder and spun him around. "Hey, what's your problem?" I said softly. He gave me a blank stare for a moment and kissed me. I jerked back slightly, but he kept at it and my arms settled around his waist. We must've kissed for five minutes. When our respective tongues were back in our respective muzzles I said "You know what this means, right?"

Walden smiled softly and said "What?"

"You're mine now." I giggled.

"I guess so." He blushed.

We went as steady as steady could be. In some ways I felt like I was finally free. I came to find out that he actually hadn't come out of the closet yet, to anyone. "I just went for it." He told me one night while I was cradled in his arms.

"That would've been really awkward if I wasn't." I whispered.

"Yeah, but it wasn't exactly a secret."

For the record, we didn't just jump into sleeping together. After about three months of dating on the down low he noticed that I kept waking up in the middle of the night. I would have these weird nightmares that in retrospect aren't very scary. Then I would wake up, but not completely. Freaked out and half asleep, I would get up and try to get away from whatever it was that was haunting me. One morning I woke up in his bed.

"What...happened?" I said rubbing my eyes.

"You almost went out the door." He yawned. "I stopped you and you just kind of climbed into bed with me!"

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"Don't be." He smiled. This happened to once or twice a month until finally I just opted to fall asleep in his arms before something had the chance to scare me in my sleep. I drifted off to the rhythm of his heart and soon I didn't even have nightmares any more. I couldn't imagine him ever being in a fight, but I felt safe in Walden's arms. Clothes collected on my bed as I neglected to do laundry.

I had been working on Walden for some time; slowly but surely we moved our affection out of the room. We had hugged and kissed in public, but that was the library and I didn't count that. We were studying in a park on campus when I kind of put "the moves" on him. Under the shade of a tree, I crawled across the blanket we'd laid out and kissed him. He placed a hand on my shoulder and I thought he was going to stop me, but I kept going without resistance.

It was a perfect moment. I turned over and sat in his lap while he wrapped his arms around me. I could've taken a nice little nap in those arms. I might have if a Frisbee didn't slam into the side of my face. I heard Walden say "Oh, fuck" just before. My cheek hurt and my ear stung even worse. Walden shoved me off of him and I though a fight was about to happen, at least until I looked up and saw the pointer turn tail and run.

"Where are you going?" I yelled. He didn't even acknowledge me.

"I'm sorry fag, did I hit you?" I hear from behind. I dusted myself off to find a Boxer standing over me. With a malicious grin and dark brown fur, he stood at least a foot taller than me.

"What the fuck man?" I shouted. The Boxer smirked casually.

"I said I was sorry. Butterfingers." He held his paws up in a what-can-you-do motion. A Doberman ran over and got between us.

"Dude, you're not doing this. Back off. Now." He said sternly.

"Fine, I will." The Boxer smiled. As they walked away the Boxer looked over his shoulder and blew me a kiss. I steamed while I picked up Walden's books and the blanket. I returned to the room and saw him sitting on his bed crying.

"What just happened?" I said softly.

"I-I can't do this anymore." He mumbled.

'"What are you talking about?" I said with a hint of worry in my voice.

"I knew that guy." He sniffed. "From high school. I used to know this guy Kyle. He was really cute like you. When he came out of the closet he gave Kyle hell. One day he didn't come home. After two days of searching, they found his body in a dumpster. He was beaten to death."

"Sweetie, I'm sorry, I didn't know." I placed a paw on his shoulder and he jerked away and stood up.

"I won't let it happen to me." He said, and then started crying again.

"Sweetie, it'll be ok." I said in a failed attempt to calm him down."

"No, stop. I'm not doing this anymore." I didn't know what else to say. I turned and stood awkwardly at the edge of my bed staring at my laundry. The sun went down in silence. I laid in bed, unable to sleep. Early in the morning around two am I heard a soft whimpering. I got out of bed and crept over to Walden's bed. The base of his muzzle was lightly wetted with tears. I kissed his forehead and went back to bed.

The next morning I talked to this girl, Angie. She was a thin fennec and as tall I was. She was treasurer of the GSA and we had gotten pretty close over the months of college. She always wore slim cut t-shirts of bands that you've probably never heard of. They really complimented the curves that I envied. She had three silver rings in her left ear and a smile that would brighten the darkest day. I knocked on the door and she invited me in. I spilled my sob story and she hugged me tightly, squishing her breasts against me.

"So what are you going to do?" Her green eyes saddened with the news.

"I honestly don't know. I don't think I can just stay in there while he deals with this."

"I'm sure Jenny would trade rooms with you." Jenny, her roommate, was another member of our GSA and just about every other organization I'd heard of. She was intent on getting married someday. We made the arrangements and cleared it with Jenny. I went back to tell Walden.

"I'm changing rooms." I said as I stood in the doorway. He was laying on his bed reading a book.

"Ok, cool." He mumbled without looking up. I was pissed. Those were the only words he could muster? I was tempted to storm out but I didn't. I calmly walked down the hall.

After everything was moved we resumed out lives as normally as we could in our situation. I didn't talk or associate with him; mostly because he didn't try to with me. I still didn't have nightmares, but only because I turned insomniac. One night I stared at the ceiling waiting for sleep to overcome me. I didn't give up hope until the sun shined through the window. I had enough of that. I wanted revenge. I needed revenge. That boxer was going to pay. I just needed to figure out how.

"You're fucking kidding me!" Angie stormed in one day while I was studying biology.

"What? What's wrong?"

She sighed and flopped onto her bed. "I've been pledging this sorority and I've put up with their shit pretty well so far, but it's just too much now."

"What did they tell you to do?"

"Do you know what a glory hole is, by chance?" She said with a hint of annoyance.

"Um, yeah. I think I'm familiar." I blushed.

"Yeah, well, I can't do it anymore."

That night when I was staring at the ceiling, thinking about what I would do if someone decided to go postal at the school (I'd hide in a bathroom stall or under a professor's desk) when it hit me. It hit me like a Frisbee that fucks up your happiest relationship. If I could somehow get that Boxer at the end in that glory hole, I could certainly make his life miserable. Angie woke to me pacing the room.

"Long night?" She asked.

"You have no idea." I said. "I had a stroke of genius last night. I'm going to solve both our problems."

I explained to her the gist of the plan. Step one: I assume her position in the glory hole. Step two: She makes sure a certain someone is on the other side. Step three: Create a little "incriminating" evidence. Step four: Hold said evidence over his head until he forgets what the sun looks like.

It took a week for Angie to convince her "sisters" to let her pick the guy who fills the hole. They allowed it and made sure he would be there. I had to scope out the area before our mission. I snuck into the girl's bathroom, poking my head in to make sure that no one was in it. "Hello?" I said in my best girl's voice. No one answered. This was good, because I don't think my attempt would have convinced anyone. There were six stalls and it wasn't until the third that I found the hole in the wall. It looked like it would have been rough had someone not covered the edges with the classic duck tape. I pulled a pair of pliers out of my pocket and bent back the thin silver rectangle that was supposed to slide and lock the door. I distorted it just enough so it didn't look too intentional. I managed to sneak out without being seen.

The next afternoon Angie and I were crammed in the stall. She was sat on the toilet and I stood behind her. The door squeaked open and a deep voice whispered "Hello, anybody home?"

Angie giggled and whispered "I'm in here." My heart raced as I heard the bathroom door lock and the footfalls grow louder. The stall door next to ours opened and closed. He fiddled with the broken lock and mumbled "Fucking door."

It was the moment of truth. His belt buckle jingled and his pants unzipped. I knelt before the hole and peered in. Suddenly a huge pink cock crept through the silver-lined portal.

"Don't be shy baby." He chuckled. "You need this as much as I do."

I went over the tip and licked up the shaft, teasing him a little. I licked his balls until they were slightly damp with a spitz's spit. I returned to the semi-hard dick before my lips. I finally licked the tip and I focused my attention there. I suckled on the spongy tip and slid my tongue across the flat top of the sensitive tissue. The more pre he leaked the more I suckled. I glanced up and saw his fingers gripping the top of the divider. I kissed the side just behind the tip and licked the shaft. I kissed the base and licked the top of the shaft. I did this slowly, savoring it.

He moaned when I finally put half of the length in my muzzle. I pumped him without full stimulation. When he growled a bit I gave him more. His canine penis filled my muzzle nicely. His pre was sweet and went down easy. I picked up the pace, but gradually. I wanted to make him come harder than ever before.

"Come on bitch." He said. "Suck me like you mean it." He couldn't have sounded more condescending. I gave him my whole throat. I couldn't breathe since his dick was engorged with blood. I felt a slight choking feeling as his cock made a snug fit in my esophagus. I held it there for a moment, but then I pulled back and coughed a little. I caught my breath and kissed his balls lightly before sucking them a little. Then I returned to the shaft. He didn't last long after that. The flow of pre started to increase and I gave Angie a tap on her knee.

She squeezed past me and opened the door. She took her position and pulled out a sleek digital camera. I waived my paw as I pulled away removing his shaft right before he orgasmed. She caught him in a wide shot spitting the last of his cum onto my lips and nose. By the sound of his groans and slight shriek, I can imagine it was pretty painful.

I stood and jumped out of the stall and stood in the way of his. The look on his face was one of horror. He fumbled to get himself back into his jeans. His seed was still dripping from my chin when I recited the lines I had rehearsed all week.

"You're my bitch now. You can back the fuck off or I can make sure everyone you know and everyone they know will see this. Have a nice day." I smiled and it felt good. I licked my lips and swallowed. It's so seldom that revenge has a flavor. The boxer stood there speechless. I walked out and Angie followed. Once outside she giggled and said "That was fun, but I hope we don't have to do it again."

"Agreed." I said. "Take that back to our room and guard it with your life. I want a million copies!" I shouted. She laughed and hugged me. Then she was off. I still had one more thing to do. I made my way into a psych class and walked up the aisle towards the back to where Walden sat. With God and everyone watching, I kissed him right on the mouth. I didn't let up for a good thirty seconds. Then I walked away. The professor yelled after me "Excuse me, sir!"

"No, please, excuse me!" I yelled back as I walked out.

If there was a soul on campus who didn't know the name Madigan Maddox, they sure as hell would now.