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The first 3 paragraphs of this chapter were the last three of chapter 23.

"Just relax you little fuckhead and it won't hurt as much. I'm getting in there, one way or another." He grunted as he tried to thrust into me. I could feel my sphincter starting to give and I moved my hips to the side, dislodging him.

"Dammit, hold still!" He said as he stroked his boner until he spurt some pre on my tailhole, then he swirled it around with his middle finger before jamming it in. I felt so fucking violated as he explored my rectum with his middle finger. He pulled his finger out and lined his little needle dick up again and as he pushed I moved again, causing him to slip down toward my balls as he thrust.

"HOLD STILL!" Max yelled and shook me. "HOLD STILL"...

But the voice wasn't Max's, it was Gordon's. My eyes shot open and I realized that I was all tangled up in the sheets and thrashing around to get free.

"Wake up! You're having a nightmare!" Gordon was saying as he shook me to wake me.

"You're OK!" I blurted out as I tried to untangle myself from the sheets.

"Of course I'm OK." He replied as the helped me get untangled from the sheets that I had managed to get completely twisted around me. As soon as I got untangled, I hugged Gordon in a bone crushing hug. "What were you dreaming about?" He asked a little bemused by how shook up I was. I explained my nightmare to him.

"Well what do you plan to do? You can't go on being paranoid like this." Gordon asked.

"I don't know what to do. I think I need to talk to someone about it."

I could only think of one dog that I could ask advice from on this matter. Coach Bart was too close to the situation, plus I didn't think he would have any ideas to help. The only other dog I could think of that I could trust completely was Joe. And that's where I planned to go. Fortunately, it was Sunday night and I didn't have to go in to the bakery that night since we were closed on Monday.

"Gordon, lets head over to Joe's."

"They close in half an hour, it's Sunday night." Gordon replied a bit exasperated.

"That's even better, I need to talk to Joe in private." I added as I started putting on my clothes.

We got dressed and ran over to Joe's getting there 10 minutes before they closed. We walked in and Sheila came up to us. "Hi guys. We're closing in 10 minutes, did you want to get take out?"

"No, I just need to talk to Joe." I said, trying not to sound like anything was wrong. Sheila walked into the back and soon came back out with Joe in tow.

"So what's up Adam?" Joe queried.

"Can we talk some place private?" I asked, causing Joe's ears to perk up in curiosity.

"Sure. Why don't we go back to my office." He led the way to a room behind the kitchen with a table and 6 chairs around it. "Have a seat and tell me what's bothering you."

"It's kinda complicated Joe. It's about my stepfather and two cops."

"And which two cops would they be?"

"Max and Bubba. It all started when they came into the bakery one night and bragged about how they raped and abused a young tailraising Poodle." I went on to tell him the story about what they did to the Poodle.

"And you know for sure that they did this and weren't just trying to impress your stepfather?"

"Joey knows the Poodle and knows that he got messed up real bad. But he won't press charges because then it would come out that he is a tailraiser. He won't even tell anybody what really happened."

"Yes, I can see how that could be a problem. But what does it have to do with you?"

"Well, Wilbur keeps telling them that Gordon is a tailraiser. He doesn't really believe it, but he tells them that to try to make me look bad." I was a little concerned that Joe would ask me if it was true, but fortunately, he didn't. I would have really hated to have to lie to him. "But Max and Bubba believe it like it's the Gospel truth and they keep threatening that they are going to do the same thing to Gordon as they did to the Poodle. It has me having nightmares and seeing cop cars everywhere I look. Plus, I think I'm feeling guilty about knowing what happened to that poor Poodle pup and not doing anything about it."

Joe scratched his beard as he pondered my predicament. Finally, he cryptically said, "I might have a friend, who has a friend, who knows somebody that might be able to help. I'll call him and see what he says. Why don't you guys come back after our lunch rush tomorrow and I'll tell you what I find out."

"Thanks Joe. I really didn't know who else I could turn to." I said as I shook his paw.

"Adam, you can always come to me when you have a problem. Just remember that." He said before he released my paw. "Well, I have to finish closing so I can get out of here, so I'll see you two tomorrow."

We ran back to Gordon's house. I had already told my mom that I was going to spend the night at Gordon's house, since Sunday was our night off at the bakery. His mom was in the kitchen when we got there.

"Would you pups like some dinner?" She asked cheerfully. My nose told me that there was a roast in the oven and mashed potatoes in a big bowl on the counter. We both gave an enthusiastic yes and helped her get the food on the table. Once we had sat down and filled our

plates, she asked, "Where did you two go in such a hurry?"

"I had to go down to Joe's Pizza and ask him something." I blurted out then regretted it a little.

"Joe's a busy man, you pups shouldn't be pestering him." She scolded.

"It was only for a few minutes, we needed to ask him something about basketball. You know he's the sponsor of our team." I lied. I was not about to tell Gordon's mom what had me so worried. We finished dinner and headed up to Gordon's room

The next day after practice, we headed over to Joe's Pizza. The lunch rush was over and the dinner rush hadn't started yet, so it was a good time to talk to Joe. Joe was waiting at the door for us and beside him was a dog I had never seen before. Joe then introduced me to this handsome black and tan bloodhound. He was dressed in an immaculately tailored suit that showed that he was in good shape. "Adam, this is Angelo. He is a freelance reporter and a private investigator. He may be willing to help you."

"I'm glad to finally meet you, Adam." Angelo said extending his paw for me to shake.

"Glad to meet you too, sir." I said as I shook his extended paw.

"No need for the sir, just call me Ange." He corrected me.

"And this is my friend, Gordon." I added as I let go of his paw.

He shook Gordon's paw and said, "I recognized both of you from the sports pages."

"Pleased to meet you, Ange." Gordon embarrassedly replied. He wasn't as used to being recognized as a star athlete as I was.

"Joe has told me a bit about your problem, but why don't you start at the beginning and tell me the whole story." Angelo requested. So we walked into Joe's office, sat down at the table and I told him the story about them brutally raping the poor Poodle pup. After I told him about the Poodle, I told him how they kept saying they were going to do the same to Gordon. After I finished, he asked, "Is there anything else you can think of that would help?"

"Well, one night while I was cleaning the bakery before Wilbur showed up, I heard a cop car pull into the bakery parking lot. I peeked out the window and saw Max giving Bubba a blow job. And they're both single and share a house, so I think that the parking lot isn't the only place they're fooling around." I added hoping that it would help.

Angelo laughed immoderately. "This may be a lot of fun. They've busted a few of my friends and associates, so this will be payback, in a way. Do you think you could get this Poodle to talk to me?"

"I don't know, Joey's the one that knows him. Maybe he can set it up."

"Well, if you can just let Joe know, he'll get in touch with me." Angelo said as he stuck out a paw for me to shake, and then he walked out.

"I think Ange is really gonna enjoy this assignment." Joe said with a chuckle. "He and his 'friends' aren't big fans of the mayor's favorite cops. When do you think you can talk to Joey about setting up a meeting?"

"We'll see Joey at practice tomorrow. I'd rather talk to him muzzle to muzzle than over the phone." I replied.

"Let me know as soon as you can arrange something, although, I'm sure Ange is already getting started as we speak. I better get back in the kitchen before everything goes to hell." Joe quipped and ushered Gordon and I out of the office. "Why don't you guys take one of the little booths and I'll send you out some lunch."

Gordon and I grabbed a small booth and soon Sheila came out carrying a large pepperoni pizza and a pitcher of Pepsi. Joe sure knew how to take care of us growing pups. We finished the pizza and very slowly jogged back to Gordon's house after being bogged down by half a large pizza and half a pitcher of Pepsi each. Since it was a Monday, I would have to go in and clean the bakery at 10 PM before I spent the next 10 to 12 hours baking with Wilbur. But getting to sleep always went faster after a nice romp with Gordon. Since we were so stuffed, our coupling was slow and languorous, but none the less enjoyable.

The night seemed to have no end when I went to work that night. All I could think about was talking to Joey about seeing if the Poodle pup would cooperate. We had our regular stream of cops come through and I had to endure the normal 15 minutes of abuse when Max and Bubba came in. But I was smiling on the inside when I thought about what we were planning. Wilbur made me work until noon so I had to rush to get to practice on time. Joey and most of the rest of the pack were already there waiting when me and Gordon showed up.

We went through our workout and when we were done, I took Joey aside and said, "Why don't you follow us to Gordon's house, there's something we need to talk about."

Joey got a big grin on his face, obviously thinking we wanted him to come over for a threesome. "Sure. Hop in the car and I'll drive." When we got to Gordon's place we all headed up to Gordon's room. As soon as we got in Joey started stripping.

"Maybe we can fool around later, but I'm serious about needing to talk first." I said just as Joey had dropped his drawers revealing a drooling erection.

He pulled his shorts back up and asked. "What do we need to talk about?"

"Do you think you can introduce us to your Poodle friend?"

"You mean the one the cops raped?"

"Yeah."

"I don't think he'll want to talk about it."

"Well, see what you can do, they are really getting out of control. Something needs to be done." I explained the whole thing with Joe and Angelo to him.

"I'll see what I can do." Joey said fondling his package. "Now can we fool around?"

"Why not?" I replied as we all stripped, shorts and singlets flying all over the room. Soon, Joey was kneeling in front of Gordon and I going back and forth between each of our boners. It wasn't long before we were booth dripping and Joey was lapping it up.

To my surprise, Gordon asserted himself and told Joey, "On your back on the bed, Bitch!" Joey grinned and complied. He held his knees up to his chest as Gordon crawled between his legs. I reached over to guide Gordon in. Joey was still pretty tight so I used the head of Gordon's dick to smear a healthy portion of Gordon's pre over Joey's pucker, then lined Gordon up.

Gordon slowly pushed in and Joey gasped as the head of Gordon's cock popped in. "Hold on for a second!" Gordon paused for a second to let Joey adjust to his girth. "OK. Just take it slow." Gordon continued to push in slowly until he bottomed out. He rested there for a moment then started to ease his way out and back in again, gradually working up a nice rhythm.

Joey had gone flaccid on the penetration and was now starting to chub again. I reached up, grasped his sheath and started sliding it up and down his partially erect member. He was soon rock hard and Gordon was hammering away at him.

I got on my knees behind Gordon and lined myself up with his tight little hole. I pressed it against him when he was on the in stroke on Joey and on the out stroke he impaled himself on me. I hammered away at him, my big low hangers pounding out a staccato beat on Gordon's tight little set. Soon we had a syncopated rhythm going and all three of us were heading for a crescendo.

Gordon reached down and was taking care of Joey with his hand and his boner, which caused Joey to be the first one to reach the finish line, followed by Gordon, and then myself. It was one race I didn't mind losing as I locked my knot deep in my lover and emptied my balls in him. In a matter of moments, we were reduced to three panting pups all locked together. We finally collapsed into a heap on the bed before rolling onto our sides. After about 5 minutes, our lassitude dissipated enough that we could finally converse.

"Wow Gordon! That was great!" Joey exclaimed.

"Well, you do such a good job as a bitch." Gordon said with a smirk.

"I could say the same thing about you." I added with a bark-like laugh.

"You say that like it's a bad thing." Gordon replied with a chuckle.

Our banter continued until our knots deflated and we were able to separate. Joey went into the bathroom to clean up, all of his spunk had landed on his and Gordon's bellies and chests. When he finished and came back in to get dressed I asked, "Do you think you can talk to the Poodle today?"

"Yeah, I can talk to him. I'm just not promising you anything."

"Just do your best." I replied, as Joey turned to leave the room. As he walked out it looked like he was walking with a board up his ass. When we heard him close the front door, I added to Gordon. "I hope he is walking normal by the time he gets home. You must have really done a number on him." Gordon didn't reply but he had a satisfied smirk on his face. He was really gaining in self-confidence, but he still always deferred to me.

Work that night was typical, including putting up with Max and Bubba, but it ended eventually and I was finally free to go to practice. After practice, Gordon and I met with Joey in his car.

"Well were you able to arrange a meeting?" I asked.

"He said he'll talk to you and then decide if he'll meet with Angelo."

"I guess that's the best I could hope for." Then I added, "When can we meet him?"

"I can drive you there now. He's staying at the City Rescue Mission. He doesn't do much or go many places. He's still afraid to go out and he's still a bit busted up inside after what they did to him." You could hear the bitterness in Joey's voice on the last sentence.

"Well, maybe if we can get rid of Max and Bubba, he won't have to be afraid to go out." I added as we drove downtown to the City Rescue Mission. We pulled into the Mission and Gordon and I followed Joey to the front desk.

"Is Cody in?" Joey asked the clerk at the desk.

"Yeah. He's nearly always in his room. I'm sure he can use some visitors. You know where his room is, right?" The clerk replied.

"Yeah." Joey added as he turned and made his way up the stairwell with us in pursuit. "Most of the guys here live in an open barracks type living arrangement, but the guy in charge gave Joey a small room of his own upstairs because of what happened to him and because of his age." We went up to the third floor and turned to the left and went to the very end of the hallway. On the left was a door and Joey knocked on it.

"W-w-who's there?" Came a tentative voice from behind the door.

"It's me, Joey. I brought those pups I was telling you about."

There was a pause like he was trying to decide whether or not to let us in and then finally the door opened. Standing at the door was a white Poodle who couldn't have been more than 5'2" tall and probably didn't even weigh a hundred pounds. He was as cute as a button, how could someone do something so terrible to someone so cute and harmless.

"Cody, these are my friends, Adam and Gordon." Joey introduced us.

"Pleased to meet you." I said as I extended my paw to shake his.

He flinched for a second then reached out with his tiny paw to shake mine. "P-p-pleased to m-m-meet you, too." His handshake was short and weak. "Come on in." We walked in and he closed the door behind us. "I told Joey I'd talk to you but I'm not sure I'm up to talking to anyone else."

"I understand, but you really should think about it. You would be able to go out again, without being afraid once they were off the streets."

"Look, I almost died. If it wasn't for someone anonymously calling the hospital, I would have died of blood loss. I just got my jaw unwired last week." You could see a scar on his chin where the fur hadn't grown back over it yet. "As fucked up as my life is, I still don't want to die, and crossing those two bastards would probably be a good way to make sure they finish the job." His anger seemed to circumvent his stammering.

"I was the one that called it in. I did it anonymously because I'm afraid of those bastards, too. They think that Gordon and I are tailraisers and they have threatened to do the same to us if they ever catch us." I continued.

"How'd you know to call in when they... you know... did me?" Cody asked skeptically.

"Because they came into the bakery right after they did it and bragged about it."

"Are you serious?" Cody replied incredulously.

"Yeah. And they brag about it on a regular basis. Especially when they threaten me, they always say they're going to do to Gordon what they did to you."

He closed his eyes, as if gathering his resolve, then said with his eyes still closed and his head bowed, "I can't believe that they brag about what they did to me. Something needs done about them. I'll talk to this Angelo." What was kind of surprising was when he made that decision it seemed like a he was more at ease. It was as if finally taking action was letting him move forward. "He'll have to come here, I don't want those two goons seeing me talking to anyone."

"I don't think that will be a problem." I said. "Can I set something up? How about tomorrow after we finish practice?"

"Anytime will be fine. I'm always here." Cody said with a tinge of melancholy in his voice.

We said our goodbyes and hopped in Joey's car. We didn't talk much on the way back to Joe's. I think all of us were thinking about how much Max and Bubba had fucked up poor Cody's life. Since it was between the lunch and dinner rushes, the place was deserted. Joe was sitting with a glass of Pepsi at a small booth reading the paper. We walked all the way over to the booth before he realized we were there.

"Well pups, what brings you back in?" He asked as he slid over in the booth and motioned for us to sit down. Joey and Gordon sat in the bench across the table from Joe and I slid into the bench beside him. It was a small booth, so we were all pretty close together.

"Sorry about the tight fit. I always liked small booths when I was in high school. If you and a buddy brought your dates in, it would have given you an excuse to sit really close." He added with a chuckle as he put his arm around my shoulder to demonstrate. "See what I mean."

We all laughed and Joe pulled his arm from my shoulder. "So why do you pups need to see me?"

"We need you to set up a meeting between Cody and Ange. Cody say's he'll meet with Ange tomorrow after our practice." I replied.

"Let me make a phone call." Joe said and I got up to let him out of the booth. He walked behind the counter, picked up the phone and dialed. He talked for about half a minute, hung up the phone, and came back out to the booth. Instead of getting out to let him in, I just scooted all the way in against the wall and he followed me in. In fact, he followed me in until he was leaning right against me.

"Ange will be here at 2 pm. He really wants to get the goods on those two assholes. I've never liked them. I've always been one to give the cops a few pieces of pizza when they come in on their break. It's sorta like paying protection money." He paused to chuckle. "Most of the cops are pretty good guys and they appreciate my hospitality. But those two think they're entitled to it. You know I sell pizza by the slice and whole pizzas. If you want a whole pizza you have to wait while we make it. All the rest of the cops just grab a slice or two and a coffee or Pepsi. But those two bozos just walk behind the counter and grab one of the whole pizzas that are waiting to be picked up or to go out for delivery. When I told them they couldn't have one of those they just said, 'We can do what we want, old mutt. Just deal with it.' Then, I have customers pissed off because their pizza is late or it's not here when they come to pick it up."

"What a couple of douche-bags!" Joey interjected.

"That they are!" Joe agreed.

With our business taken care of, we said our goodbyes to Joe and headed out to Joey's car. As he started up the car Joey said with a smirk on his muzzle. "You're right Gordon. Joe is sweet on Adam."

My snappy rejoinder was to punch Joey's shoulder. When we got to Gordon's house Joey just dropped us off and didn't get out of the car. Gordon asked, "You wanna come in for a quickie?"

"I can't today. I've got a hot date with a Collie bitch. I gotta be able to perform. I've got a reputation to uphold..." He replied with as smirk before driving off. It wasn't a great loss, it just meant that I had Gordon all to myself and I took full advantage of it before I fell asleep.

After work and practice, Gordon, Joey, and I drove down to the rescue mission. Angelo was waiting there in a black Coupe Deville with big whitewalls. He got out of the car and followed us to the office to get permission to go up and see Cody. We climbed the stairs up to the corridor where Cody's room was and knocked on the door. Cody immediately opened the door, it was almost as if he was waiting right at the door.

"Come in." Cody invited. Despite the fact that a stranger was coming in to question him he seemed surprisingly eager to get started. "Have a seat." He added gesturing to the single bed against the wall. Gordon, Joey, and I sat on the bed and Cody pointed to a desk chair for Angelo to sit on. Angelo sat in the chair, leaving only Cody standing.

"Are you going to take a seat?" Ange asked Cody.

"I think I'd rather be able to move around while we talk."

"Well let's get started. Some of these questions may be a bit uncomfortable, but I have my reasons for asking them. Why were you living on the street?" Ange asked.

"My dad walked in on me giving my boyfriend a BJ and after he got done beating me up, he kicked me out. He said he wasn't gonna a have a 'fuckin tailraiser' living under his roof. He said I was dead to him and that he never wanted to see me ever again." Cody replied stoically.

"Were you turning tricks before you're dad kicked you out?"

"No, the only one I ever fooled around with was my boyfriend. I didn't enjoy selling myself, but it was the only way I could make any money. I'm not proud of it, but you do what you have to do to survive."

"Where were you living?

"I was sleeping in an old abandoned house on the creek. I had to share it with the rats, but there were a couple of rooms where the roof didn't leak. I didn't have running water, so I had to bathe in the creek. It's awful to try to keep this white curly coat clean, it's a high maintenance coat."

"Didn't you make enough to rent a place?"

Cody snorted derisively. "You've got to be kidding me. Most days I didn't even make enough to eat. I did a lot of dumpster diving at restaurants. You do a lot of stuff that you never thought you'd ever do when your belly's empty. There's not a lot of dogs out there that want to risk having sex with an underage pup, and most of the ones that do will stiff you for the money. I started asking for the money upfront which helped a little, but a few of the dogs beat me up to get the money back."

"What happened on the night the cops beat you up?"

"Well, I had been walking up and down Carson St. It was one of my best pickup places since there are 5 or 6 bars on it when this Boxer pulls over to the side of the road and asks me if I want to make some money. I looked him over. He wasn't as disgusting as the John's that usually picked me up. At least he was clean and sober. So I hopped in the car. I asked him what he had in mind and he said he wanted to fuck me. I told him that I only gave blow jobs. He said that he didn't like being sucked off, and then asked if I'd ever been fucked? I told him the truth, which is that I hadn't been. His eyes lit up at that and he said, 'Fuck, a real live virgin! I'll give you $50.'"

Cody paused for a second then continued. "I really didn't want to let him fuck me, so I figured I'd scare him off by saying it would cost a hundred bucks. He thought about it for a second and then he replied, 'It's not everyday I get to take a pup's cherry. You got yourself a deal.' I told him that he had to pay upfront and he readily agreed. He drove us down to the creek and he had me take all of my clothes off while he just took off his pants. He was already hard as a rock and leaking, I was pleased to see that he wasn't huge, just a little bigger than average."

Cody was starting to pace the floor now. "Well, he told me to get on my knees and he started licking my asshole. I had never felt that before and it felt so good that despite myself I started to moan. The boxer said 'Yeah pup, I knew you'd like this. That's the advantage of being broken in by a real stud.' And it did feel good even when he started to probe me with his middle finger. He hit something inside me that made my cock jump and I moaned louder. Soon he was working a second finger into me. That hurt a little at first, but it quickly started feeling really good. Soon, the moment of truth came and I felt him rubbing his dick head at my opening. I will give him this, he was a gentledog. He took his time and slowly pushed until just the head popped in. I gasped and he held steady until I got used to his girth then slowly slid the rest of the way in. Soon, his big low hangers were resting against my tight set. He whispered in my ear, 'I got your cherry pup.' He seemed really proud of himself but I will give him credit, he seemed to want me to enjoy it too, something that I found was almost nonexistent with the rest of my tricks."

"As soon as I got used to his girth, I realized that his cock was running against that spot in my rectum that gave me such pleasure. My little dick was starting to throb each time his cock slid over it. I didn't want to enjoy it, but I had never had anything feel so good. I was really starting to moan when all of a sudden we were attacked by those two animals. The Dane paw cuffed me while the Bernard questioned the Boxer. The Boxer lied and said I propositioned him. He was the one that pulled up and propositioned me! Then, he gave them a sob story about having a wife and pups and begging them to let him go. Well, they did let him go, but not until he blew the Bernard. He took off like a bat out of Hell leaving me there alone with those two assholes."

Cody then started telling us what those two sadistic fucks did to him. I had already heard this part. It was too heart wrenching to listen to again so I kind of tuned him out. (Author's note: if you don't remember what they did to him go back to chapter 17, Double Trouble https://www.sofurry.com/view/443717 ). All I kept thinking was how anyone could do that to someone so sweet, loveable, and harmless. I finally started to pay attention again right near the end.

"Between the pain in my jaw and the pain in my ass, I think I started to go into shock. The pain was excruciating, especially when that huge knot swelled to grapefruit size, locking itself in me. Even when he started cumming he didn't hold still, he shifted his weight back and forth massaging the base of his knot against my sphincter. I figured I would have to endure the pain for an hour or so until his knot came down, but they had 'better' things planned for me."

"The Dane picked me up and moved me away from the park bench and the Saint grabbed hold of my front paws and started trying to pull me off of that huge knot. I started screaming again and finally felt my sphincter tear and his knot came out with an audible pop. The Bernard let go of my wrists and I collapsed in a heap on the ground. I was bleeding badly from my jaw and my anus as I writhed on the ground. And those two bastards left me there to die..." He paused for a second, then started to sob quietly. "Why did they have to do it... Am I that bad of a pup?" And then he started sobbing uncontrollably.

Before any of us could move Angelo jumped up and hugged Cody. He held him close as a tear starting to form in his eye. Almost in a whisper, he said, "You're not a bad pup, Cody. I'm gonna make them pay for this... I'm never gonna let anyone ever hurt you again..."