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Bloody Knuckle

Old Wounds part 1

Knuckle was working up a sweat while punishing his favorite weight bag. He lost track of time occasionally, slowing down to let the unsteady bag swing to a rest. He looked at the slightly swinging bag, and remembered when he had Chief to hold it steady. He swallowed, a lump forming in his throat as he began to miss his lost friend, and placed a slightly bruisd hand on the bag as he recalled memories of a happier time.

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Knuckle sat on a bare bench in his newly built gym, his nerves under stress from his upcoming debut. He was to fight another wolf, a brawny boxer named Koda. Knuckle had only seen his opponent once, from a picture that Chief had provided. Koda had dark fur all over with gleaming eyes, and an X-shaped scar between them. The basic profile had him admittedly spooked, and his nerves were rattled. But he believed in his manager's training, and that would be enough to see him through. Knuckle had also recently been adopted as Chief's second, his dog. For Knuckle that meant unfailing loyalty, respect, and love. For Chief it meant that he would be there for Knuckle when he fell, build his strength, and that he would do everything in his power to remain worthy of his second's trust. And this bond was unbreakable. Even though Knuckle had an attraction for males, their friendship set them both straight with simple rules.

"One- Don't bite me, unless I deserve it. Two- NO LICKING." Knuckle had a short laugh.

"So I can't lick you, but I can hump your leg?" Chief shook his head briefly.

"No leg humping either." Chief said, and Knuckle nodded. But the wolf had only one rule himself.

"Okay then, for me... Don't. Unless you mean it." Knuckle said, and Chief nodded.

"Okay. That's very fair."

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Knuckle sat on the bench as time passed up to his debut, and his ears fell as doubt fought its way into his confidence.

-What if he...What if I lose to him?- he thought, but he jumped a little as he felt hands on his bare shoulders.

"How ya doin Knuck?" Chief's gentle voice settled on Knuckle's ears, and calmed his nerves.

"I-Ah'm all right Chief, what's up?" Knuckle asked, the lump in his throat disappearing with his master's words.

"You're due in ten minutes. If you want to back out now, all it would take is a signature." Chief said reassuringly. And for a second, Knuckle thought it through.

"Naw, Ah can..Ah can do it." Chief rubbed Knuckle's shoulders again, and left shortly after.

"Ah think Ah can.."

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Knuckle walked with Chief down a long hallway that led to the ring, and they could hear the audience beyond.

"Okay Knuck, here it is. The chance to show the world how big your nuts are boy, you got this!" Chief said, hyping up his fighter with a smug grin while squeezing Knuckle's hefty right-forearm.

"Walk out the door and hope your knees don't buckle..." Chief started.

"Or else yer gonna catch a face full of KNUCKLE!" the wolf finished, his spirits a little higher. They stopped in front of the lowered garage door, and stopped so Chief could give a few more words of support.

"Knuckle... Don't think you have anything to prove. You're here to fight, but your life is much more important to me than anything you could ever do in the ring. You're my dog Knuck, and I don't want to ever see you put down."

Knuckle blushed through his brown fur at hearing those words, and Chief gave Knuckle a single pat on the head. And with that, the door opened.

Knuckle and Chief started out into the crowd of people standing on the floor, their heads held high as they strutted to the ring. Knuckle grabbed the sturdy and coarse ropes and nimbly climbed through, and held them up so Chief could climb up as well. Knuckle took the blue corner and straddled the stool provided, and the Referee showed up. He was a tall skunk with black, glossy shades and a buzz cut. He wore the iconic striped shirt and black slacks with shiny black shoes, unmistakeable in his position.

"You're Knuckle right? Your first time?" he asked, and sidled up to the nervous fighter. Knuckle nodded, still feeling shreds of doubt.

"You'll do fine. Plenty of people start here and take off. Your manager's done good with you, I can tell." he said with a reassuring sparkle of his shades. Knuckle's ears perked as he had an idea.

"What can ya tell me 'bout my opponent?" he asked, and the ref looked over his shoulder.

"You can ask him all you like; he's here!" the skunk said, and Knuckle's heart jumped into his throat. But he stood, immediately focused with a quiet mind. The ref took his place in the center and called both fighters to him.

"HERE WE ARE, TWO FIGHTERS OF THE SAME REGION! WE HAVE KODA, THE TWO-TIME CHAMPION, AND A NEWCOMER TO OUR ARENA!" the ref announced, and everyone cheered at their beloved champion, and booed the newcomer. Knuckle felt a little small; no one here was excited to see hi-

"TEAR HIM UP KNUCK!" Chief shouted, and the ref nodded to him.

"TONIGHT'S CHALLENGER IS KNUCKLE!" the ref shouted proudly, trying to extend a welcome to the wolf who was immediately hated by the audience.

"NOW BUMP FISTS..." the ref instructed, and the two wolves did so. The broke away and took their stances.

"NOW, THESE PEOPLE CAME TO SEE A SHOW, SO DEMONSTRATE YOUR TALENTS TO THEIR HIGHEST DEGREES! NOW, FIGHT!!!" the skunk shouted, and the audience went wild.

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Koda brought up his fists and bobbed on his feet lightly, and Knuckle eyed his opponent. -He doesn't look very fast.- he thought, and he took a guarded few steps within range. Koda immediately responded with a left hook that Knuckle evaded with a grin, but shock overtook him when Koda wasn't there.

"WHA-" a right hook smashed into the left side of his face, and Knuckle reeled back in surprise. Koda came in for another blow, but Knuckle read ahead and shifted to Koda's left, only to be met with a left backfist that the newcomer barely evaded. Koda huffed and hopped back, easily leaving Knuckle's range as he tried to give a jab of his own. Knuckle growled, and Koda gave one back, a much deeper growl that sent chills up Knuckle's spine.

"Git you some, bitch!!" Koda roared as he lunged forward, seeing a chance to attack his opponent with a punch to Knuckle's furry stomach. But.. Knuckle found his groove with his opponent's speed and rolled his waist to evade, slamming his left fist into Koda's side. The black wolf grunted hard and hopped back and the audience booed once again. But through it, Knuckle could hear Chief cheering him on. Just what he needed to hear.

"You got him Knuck! Keep it up! Crack and shatter Knuck, crack and shatter!" Chief shouted. Knuckle swallowed and pressed his advance on swift feet; his rough paw pads caught the floor under and propelled him forward. Koda happened to pause, this burst of power wasn't what he was expecting from a greenhorn. Knuckle then made a feint: a left uppercut while he kept a concealed eye on Koda's left arm, while his right remained closed to his body. Koda evaded and Knuckle gleefully eyed the fighter's left which rocketed toward his chest. But Knuckle was great at feints and reading his opponents' moves. Koda's fist came closer and Knuckle parried it to his left with his right hand, and finally shot his left elbow into Koda's exposed armpit. The black wolf grunted louder: that was a secret weak point for any boxer. And Knuckle was inwardly glad his attack made contact, but Koda quickly dropped and gave the brown wolf a three-piece to his open groin. Blow after thunderous blow made Knuckle's eyes water, and Koda returned the favor with a hard uppercut that sent Knuckle sprawling to the edge of the mat. The audience cheered. Chief wasn't impressed...

"Whoa, what the fuck ref?" the great dane challenged, but the skunk just shook his head.

"The rules are, that any fighter can fight however he wants. That was a low blow, sure. But your fighter's got to adapt." he said, and Chief ran to Knuckle's side from the floor.

"Get up boy, you can do it! Your nuts are tough enough to take more than that!" he said, and Knuckle took shook as he forced himself to his feet. Koda shook his hand and balled it up, eyeing it with a glance.

-This guy's got literal stones down there! Ouch!- he thought, but Knuckle stood on trembling legs as he rubbed his jaw. He licked around on the inside of his mouth and spat a little blood onto the mat. The audience cheered louder.

"That all you got Cody?" Knuckle taunted, and the black wolf charged forward like a cloud of smoke. Knuckle shook as Koda drew near and slapped himself before a fist came his way, which he sidestepped. Knuckle countered with a jab from his left but Koda caught it, and with adrenaline fueling their fury they each threw a right hook that clashed dead center between them. Neither fighter budged, and Koda took the chance to try and force some fear into the newcomer.

"Gonna nail that tail to my wa-" Koda's head flew back as he was interrupted with a headbutt, and staggered a step away as Knuckle saw a huge opening. He rushed and hooked a hand behind Koda's head, and with a stomp Knuckle's right knee rose like an angry tidal wave, lifting him off the floor as it made hard contact with Koda's chin. Knuckle seemed to hang in midair, his legs bent stylishly before he landed. With a growl growing louder he spun, driving his right foot forward with a kick that would've been useless at any other time. Koda flew from the ring and bounced on the floor some feet down. The audience was silent. No one made a sound. Knuckle held his foot out for a moment before standing up tall, and remembered the punches that woke him up. He grabbed his balls and groaned, and a portion of the audience laughed. Knuckle looked around and groped himself, a smile spreading across his muzzle as more and more people began to laugh, then applaud. Knuckle raised his arms and turned to look at them all, grabbing his pair hotly as the audience finally gave it up. The ref and Chief entered the ring and grabbed his arms, all three of them glowing with pride.

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There was a huge party after. Chief's penthouse was packed with furs from all over, and Chief was running himself ragged with introductions and paperwork. It turned out that everyone bet against Knuckle, so the winnings were sickening.

Knuckle sat on a couch as he watched everyone talk with Chief. But the wolf wasn't in the mood for talking. Multitudes of people came to give their congrats, but Knuckle only nodded, and occasionally grunted as he hadn't the time to treat his injuries. But after everyone had gone, the dog approached with a female that caught Knuckle's eyes. Chief caught on and grinned: a woman that made Knuckle pay attention was the one. For then, at least. She was a labrador, with a glossy black coat that made her features (and her brown eyes) stand out with prominence. Knuckle looked her over, his thoughts and pain gone as Chief took a big swig from a bottle that was now empty.

"Here's *hic* to you boy. Here's to my *hic* champ!" Chief drolled with drunken influence. Knuckle stood and approached her; she looked truly beautiful. She looked back bashfully, with Knuckle totally understanding that she might be an escort. She rubbed his bare chest and nuzzled him.

"She's yours Knuck. Don't hurt her!" Chief howled, with drunken laughter.

"Naw Chief... She's ours." Knuckle said bashfully, and Chief blinked.

"You..you sure?" the drunk dog asked, and his dog nodded.

"Ah wanna share my success.. Couldn'ta dunnit without ya." Knuckle said warmly. Chief was surprised and admittedly caught off guard, but he was drunk just enough to let it slide. Besides... Once would be enough.

"Let's get started then!" Chief shouted.

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Knuckle layed back into a bed he'd seldom slept in, and the Labrador straddled him as Chief stood close by. She nuzzled his neck as her right hand rubbed Chief's belly and fidgeted with his zipper. Knuckle's hand roamed her sides, letting his fingers taste her body thoroughly. He leaned up and licked her unrestrained breasts, and her hand vanished into Chief's pants, which made him yip and blush as she found his decently sized jewels. Knuckle gulped as he tried not to look, but Chief patted him on the head.

"This time only" the dane said to his dog as he scrambled and shuffled out of his pants, revealing dark blue boxer briefs. And a wet tent. Knuckle couldn't help but look (occasionally), and he ground his own tent against the female. She gasped and giggled as she shambled down to untie Knuckle's shorts. She slid them past his knees and his own dick stood free, drawing a gasp from both dogs.

"SHIT boy!" Chief shouted as he took a good look. Knuckle's pride was seven inches long, and almost as thick as his wrist, and deep red. His knot was thick. His balls were fat, and rested on the bed under with a good bit of slack.

"Jeez... Are they swollen?" Chief asked, and Knuckle shook his head with a blush before the Labrador gave it a sweet, sensual lick. Knuckle fell back with a gasp, and Chief giggled before the female squeezed his sheath.

"How am I gonna do this?" she asked, and Knuckle gave his idea of an answer as he lifted her up, and let her adjust his aim as a steady stream of pre spilled onto his balls and around them, marking their position with dark spots that slowly grew. Knuckle took a guilty look at Chief who dropped his shorts, sporting a fat five-inch and balls that hung decently. Knuckle was at first ashamed for his own size against his master's. But the sweet lady slid down Knuckle's hefty rod, and both males' tongues fell out.

"Chief, th-thanks a ton..." Knuckle panted as she started to raise and lower herself on his shaft. Her velvety snatch felt amazing against his sensitive flesh, and with a sharp gasp she began to lick along Chief's dripping bone.

Knuckle and Chief both whined in pleasure, and Chief placed a hand on his dog's head and ruffled it affectionately.

"That's a good dog Knuck, give it to her.." the dane panted, his dick throbbing occasionally with light mental praise of Knuckle's size.

-Glad he's mine..- he thought. Knuckle began to thrust against her, her opening stretched to a pleasurable limit as he sat up and held her tight. His tongue flopped from side to side as she slid along his dick in the best way, slick with arousal.

"Chief... Here.." Knuckle struggled as he patted beside himself, and really drilled the lady while his master layed down from the other side of the bed. His hips slammed against her rump with force and she spilled pre with every pump of the wolfdick that spread her open so perfectly.

"Rrr! Pleasure my master!" Knuckle barked as Chief layed on his bed, on his side with his dick facing the other two. Knuckle forced a hard stop and breathed hard as she readjusted on his shaft, slipping around and leaking another flood of Knuckle's pre.

The lady took Chief into her muzzle and bobbed evenly on his plump doggy dick, and just for a second Knuckle wished he had that privilege. But he resumed his thrusting and fell into a powerful rhythm that soon had her moaning, too much to suck Chief's dick.

"Knuck... Slow down boy, you're killin her. Save some for me!" he said, and Knuckle calmed down. The lady fell into labored pants, reaching back to rub Knuckle's thigh.

"He ain't left yet, and he DAMN sure ain't nut! Get back to work!" Knuckle said gruffly as he resumed, slower this time. And as she got back to Chief, he praised his dog warmly.

"That's a good boy.." Chief said, and Knuckle's shaft throbbed and swelled enough to force a yelp from the female. Knuckle felt himself approaching his peak slowly, so he shifted to his knees to mount the willing bitch properly. Chief followed, and Knuckle smiled as Chief looked into his eyes. Knuckle got back into his rhythm, knocking the female back and forth between them like their shafts were a singular track. Chief let a paw ride along the back of her head as Knuckle powered on, his master's pleasure resting on his shoulders, and his dick and as Knuckle bred her thoroughly, he and Chief inched closer. Their noses touched, and Knuckle took a chance to give his master a single lick on his nose. Chief grinned and Knuckle's ears fell.

"I told you, only tonight boy." the dane said.

Knuckle began to pant harshly, and Chief stuck a paw out with a stern face.

"Put it here Knuck!" he said, and Knuckle took his master's paw, locking their paws as they both thrusted in time with one another.

"Chief, gonna...!" Knuckle panted.

"Wash her out Knuck!" Chief ordered, and with a howl they both thrusted inwards so far they thought they touched tips, and they both loosed a well earned and wasted load into the female, looking each other in the eyes and squeezing each others' paw tight with every shot the fired.

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Knuckle finished his break, and looked at the bag that hung still. He remembered how Chief would've held it, and he punched the bag while standing on one leg, the other out behind him. It swung away, and as it returned he kicked it with his clawed foot, leaving three gashes along the surface of it. Knuckle looked impressed with himself, and took a stance before he walked away.

"Thanks Chief."