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Wolfie Steel.

Assassin/Bodyguard for hire.

Written by Vinnie Van Daz.

A/N: My continued thanks go to Linkin Doberman for agreeing to appear in my humble story.

The character of Linkin Doberman appears with the kind permission of the fur himself, LINKIN DOBERMAN, please do not annoy him by using his character without his permission, the same goes for the rest of the characters as they are owned by me and again should not be used without my permission.

WARNING!!!!

As this story contains references and scenes of a homosexual nature, if you are not old enough to read such literature in your country, then DON'T. If you are not old enough and read it anyway and get caught, I will deny all knowledge. With that warning given, to the rest of you I say ENJOY!

Chapter 7.

It was the day after Senior Doberman's rescue, again I woke with a really gorgeous looking Rottweiler in my arms, though this time I also had a gorgeous looking Rottweiler's tailhole impaled on my rock hard wolf cock. Tony let out a contented sigh before speaking.

"Oh Wolfie, I wish I could stay here for eternity, but I need my butt back as I have to go and see how Senior Doberman is this morning!".

I gave the Rottweiler another couple of thrusts to try and make him change his mind, but once I realised that nothing I could do would change his mind, I slowly withdrew my cock and allowed him to get out of bed.

Tony showered and changed and then left the house, heading for the main house. Once he arrived at the Tradesman's entrance, Todd, the housekeeper spotted him and showed him into the main room, announcing his arrival to Senior Doberman. Once inside the main room, Tony looked at the battered and bruised form that was Senior Doberman and spoke.

"Five years ago, I seem to remember having a very heated argument with you about the fact that I wanted to give you a microchip, at first, you as I remember were dead set against it, though I won the argument, now far be it for me to be so bold as to say I told you so, but I told you so, now aren't you glad that I won that argument?".

The Doberman could not look Tony in the eyes whilst he spoke.

"Okay, okay, so you got your way and I'm.........I'm....I'm glad that you did, there I said it, are you happy now?".

Tony was now wearing a huge smirk on his muzzle and replied.

"Sir, I get no sort of pleasure from knowing the fact that I was right, far from it, I wish that I didn't have to insist on such precautions. Unfortunately, as I said five years ago, a fur in your lofty position, needs to be well protected. I also know that what I'm going to say next will go against the grain, but again, I know that I am right, you need a vacation, and though I am not a Doctor, I prescribe three weeks vacation on your private island, no cell phone's, no e-mails, in fact no contact of any kind aside from Wolverine and Wolfie. Forgive me for being blunt sir, but if you argue with me over this, I will personally lift you onto my shoulder in a fireman's lift and take you to your private plane, once at your plane, I will make sure that both Wolverine and Wolfie take it in turns to sit on you, to stop you getting off the plane, if you think that I'm joking just try me out!".

Senior Doberman now had a shocked look on his muzzle, Tony had only ever spoken to him like that one other time in his five years of service. The shocked look now turned into a slight smile, as the Doberman put up his paws in defeat and spoke.

"Fine, I'm in no shape to argue with you right now Tony, I could do with a quiet vacation, will you please make all the arrangements and ask Wolfie and Wolverine to make their way here?".

"Senior Doberman, the arrangements are already made, I will just summon Wolfie and Wolverine and tell them to pack for a three week tour of duty at your island".

A thought came to Tony's mind. Those lucky wolves get to party with the boss for three weeks and I have to make do without my lover, why the hell did I suggest this vacation?.

Wolverine and I packed our cases and got into my car and headed for the main house to pick up the third member of our party, Linkin Doberman. With all of the cases now loaded into the car, the three of us headed for the airport, where Senior Doberman's private jet would be waiting for us. Before we board the plane, I search Senior Doberman for any concealed PDA's, or cell phone's, as per Tony's instructions. Having found four such devices, I confiscate them and lock them in the trunk of my car, while Wolverine escorts the Doberman onto the plane, I park my car in Senior Doberman's secure parking garage. Using a baggage trolley, I put the three sets of cases onto the trolley and wheel them to the plane and load them into the cargo hold. Once everything is secure, I board the plane and get ready for take off.

Within five minutes, we are taxiing down the runway and lifting into the dull, grey UK sky, and headed towards the searing heat and clear blue skies that were the Doberman's private man made island, just off the coast of Dubai.

After many hours of flight, we touch down at the private airfield on Monroe Island, the island took it's name from the great fur himself, as before he had left his Argentinian homeland his surname was Monroe.

Linkin now steps forth from the plane and onto the rich sandy soil that is Monroe Island. The great fur now removes his footwear to allow the feel of the soil between the toes of his Doberman footpaws.

"Guys, aside from myself and Tony, you are the first to set paw on Monroe Island, here there is no brick built surround, no slate roof, no indoor plumbing, no electrical power, no internet, no cable TV, our only shelter is the one that we will build from old bits of wood and fallen palm tree leaves, the only concrete on this island is this private airfield, from here on in it's just us and the elements, welcome to Monroe Island, welcome to my paradise".

The planes engines now fired up again, and took off heading back towards London, for the next three weeks it was just going to be myself, Linkin and Wolverine, we would have to make our own entertainment, oh the possibilities.

Who knew that being a Bodyguard for a rich fur would be such hard work, but ultimately so rewarding?.

To Be Continued.